Crimson Moon

[lycanine]

OOC: This world has no rules and its left up to the imagination of the players involved. It is a fantasy setting and involves Vampires. Other races welcome. Keep it interesting.


It was a cold day. Everywhere people busied themselves as the day's light faded. The chill seeped into her bones, and regardless of the approaching night, she couldn't help but shiver in anticipation. Something felt different. Perhaps it was the fact that it was a full moon, but that rarely disturbed her as she pulled the cloak around her lithe form, seeking the warmth and protection it offered.

Her crystal gaze narrowed as she spotted two youngsters eyeing her, watching her walk down the busy street. No doubt they were trouble, but in end she understood them all to well. At one stage she had been in that position of being underprivileged. But her master saved her from her wretched existence and showed her a new life. A life unlike those that went about their daily chores.

In some way she envied them, but in another way she was grateful that she was different. After all these years she can look back and confidently smile and nod, knowing that she lead a life that many envied. In fact she was a cut above most mortals. She never did remember her past and only remembered the time from when her master took her in. He was an intimidating figure and quite powerful. He taught her and showed her the true heritage she belonged to.

A pure-born vampire.

Her rose-tainted lips curved into a smile and her eyes glinted in the fading light. Somehow the two youngsters witnessed the inhuman gleam in her eyes and looked quite disturbed before they took off in the opposite direction.

'Foolish mortals,' she thought to herself as she moved with small agile steps toward her intended destination. A scant few minutes later, she arrived at the entrance leading to a massive mansion set in a quiet suburb just outside the main street of the city. The light illuminated the surrounding porch and the door opened, revealing a butler dressed to perfection. She smiled and nodded her head in greeting.

"Good to see you Mr.Wentworth. I hope I am not too late for dinner?" she enquired sweetly, her voice honeyed as her eyes rested on his form.

"Not at all my dear," he said and bowed out of respect and as is custom. "Your father is expecting your visit...however.." he paused slightly and assessed her, thinking if he should tell her the truth or not. He seemed indicisive and Monique found herself smiling, knowing him all too well.

"I take my father has taken ill and has decided to take to his chambers?" Her eyes showed mirth as she supplied the perfect excuse her father would have given Mr. Wentworth.

"Ah, yes. He did mention that, but in actual fact he has a visitor."

This intrigued her and she stepped past him into the main hall. Her eyes swept over the richly decorated furniture and then turned to face him, waiting for an explanation.

"I cannot say who it is, Countess De Winter. However he assured me he would join you shortly in the study.

"No dinner then?" She raised her eyebrow at this and wondered if the visitor was female or male. If he wasn't going to have dinner then it could only mean one thing.

The butler looked at her and shrugged lightly. "He already had dinner earlier. But please, allow me to bring you a warm plate from the kitchen."

"Please do, and also find me some of my father's best red wine. I am in dire need of something to relax me."

"Of course M'lady," he said and bowed before he disappeared to carry out her request.

She nodded and watched him go, removing the cloak from her body. Long black hair cascaded down her back, the rich raven tresses seeming like silk in the artificial light. She wore a simple yet elegant black dress that hugged her curvacious body to perfection. It was strapless and snuggly pressed her breasts together, exposing the delicate creamy flesh, but only slightly, leaving much to the imagination. A silk choker wrapped around her slender neck bejeweled by a moonstone that seemed to reflect a variety of colors at different angles.

The dress slightly flared to the bottom in a gentle swirl with one slit in the side of the dress, exposing her shapely legs. Exquisite designer shoes matched her outfit and overall if anyone saw her, they would think nothing of her appearance. The nobility made a habit of dressing up, for anything. But more importantly, her father were among the most influential and rich of the city. Here in Arcosia, the city had specific sectors that were designated for the nobility, seperating them from the rest. Yet, she enjoyed the fact that she was even more noble than most mortals. Her kind had secretly been in the background for years, never exposing themselves as the had full run of the place. All across the world they were active, but in truth were the watchers and wanders of the old and the new.

She smiled.

However she was better than most of her kind as she was a pure-born meaning, both her parents were true vampires and among her kindred she was of royal blood. A pure noble. It was later that she learned her parents met a terrible fate at the hands of the Lycans, lead by Lycanus, the feared Demon prince of werewolves. A title meant to cast doubt in most vampires' existence, it merely intrigued her more and she actively gathered information about this elusive figure.

However after many years she still had not found anything conclusive about him. And secretly she was disappointed. Always in control, she yearned for something to set her free. For the thrill of the moment that meant more than a simple kill. To experience true passion. To relinguish control to someone infinitely more powerful than her. It excited her and a slender hand rose to her cheek as her face flamed. She sought the touch and craved it.

She heard footsteps behind her decending the stairs and hurriedly stepped into the study, seating herself in the comfortable black chair. She tried to compose herself as the door opened.

 

[lord_bob]

Alexi (lycanus incognito)

Alexi smiled, in the only way that a true-blood can, the smile that controlled the lesser races, the smile that said I am better than you in every single way, you are nothing to me, and I could wipe you off the face of the earth if I so wish wihtout even breaking a sweat, the only reason that you are still stnaidng alive before is because you amuse me. So move my little puppet and I may not kill yo today I t was the smile that was seductive, the smile that was powerful and the smile used by the person who knew all this. It was a smile that showed off a hint of his elongated incisors, shining brilliantly white. He smiled as he pushed open the doors to the parlour where he found the daughter waiting, composing herself as only a vampire can, they were such delightful things, elegant, powerful and beautiful, but oh so easy to kill, they thought for some reason that they were invincible.

"Ah countess de Winter, how nice of you to join your father and I, well your father, I'm sure you weren't expecting me, so let me introduce myself, I am Baron Alexi, a business associate of your father and I'm terribly sorry for intruding on you and your father's precious time together" He said smoothly, and with complete ease, he kissed her hand as he took it gracefully, making a cursory glance over the countess, she was much more than he had remembered, a truly unique one of her race, he smiled inwardly aswell as the calm smile her wore on his face, she was going to be perfect; and to add to the exquisiteness of it all she was ravishing, from her long black hair down to her slender legs.

Alexi stood back up from kissing the countess' hand, moving back up to his full height, his muscles flexing nicely under his very expensive suit, his stylish black silk cloak, draped over his borad shoulders. He glanced into the countess' eyes, remarking to himself the the boldness and brightness of them, a very beautiful green colour, he was sure that they would be reflecting in his own pale blue, almost silver eyes. He shook his head slightly, letting his long blonde hair, move back behind his shoulders, he kept it bound back in a leather thong, without the leather to keep it in place, his hair would flow freely and anyone who saw it then would almost instantly remark about it using the words "mane" and "wild" it was probably one of the most obvious characteristics that showed him for who he was.

He then walked slowly over to the chair placed next to the one that the countess sat in, he sat down slolwy and deliberately, his suit, not seeming to crease anywhere visibly, it fitted him like a second skin, although not quite as tight. He continued to smile, feeling the emotional vibrations flooding off the countess like the wash on a beach, they were relaxing to him, all the different emotions seem to mix together so seamlessly, but she kept them under control so well, she was as powerful as she was beautiful.

"your father is as you porbably well know feeling a bit under the weather but your butler has informed us that you were here, and will be down very momentarily to see you, he deilghts in your visits, and often talks about you, I assume to avoid talking about business" He gave a soft laugh, that sounded almost like a low rumble. He snapped his fingers for the butler to come over, he half turned back to the countess

"Would you care for a snifter of brandy?"

 

[lycanine]

Her crystal eyes lifted to the stranger as he strode into the study, seemingly taking over the entire room with his presence.

'Tonight is the night... the empowering wind that draws breath from despise; roars 'neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight.'

The words pressed upon her mind and she couldn't hide her emotions as she glanced him over. He was simply magnificent. A perfect specimen. However the rules of society would never allow her to be frank with him. He introduced himself with such ease that it left her speechless. It certainly has been a long time since someone has made any impression on her, except for her master.

Her thoughts returned to her childhood briefly, and remembered with fondness how he placed her in the care of his closest friend, whom she calls father now. Yet, over the years he had always checked up on her, making sure she had the best education, clothes and never wanted for anything. Secretly she managed to engage in other lessons as well. Sword fighting, and with the knowledge of some elders, she managed to enhance her powers and skills. On the outside she seemed delicate and fragile, yet the illusion was necessary. It served its purpose.

After he kissed her hand as custom, he straightened up and looked at her with a predatory gleam in his pale blue eyes. She was shocked by how bold he seemed, but secretly it thrilled her. He moved to the seat next to her and the close proximity of his body made her quite aware of him. She moved slightly and turned, lifting her gaze to his face.

"Oh where is my manners these days." She laughed softly and was slightly nervous but reigned in her emotions. It wouldn't do to appear so incompetent. "Forgive my lapse of manners Baron Alexi. Your presence startled me completely." She smiled and for once felt a bit at ease with this stranger. Her eyes glanced toward the butler and nodded.

"No, I find brandy dulls my senses and although fair to the taste, I prefer some wine."

The butler appeared then and handed them both their glasses. She reached out and took both drinks, handing him the golden liquid. Her hand touched his briefly and the feel of him startled her. Her eyes flew to his and knew she must seem so artless at that point in time. She withdrew her hand hastily as the touch burned in her memory.

She averted her gaze from his and concentrated on the glass of wine she held in her right hand. The crimson liquid swirled and another thought, unbidden came to the front. A deep desire spread through her body, and she idly bit her bottom lip as she tried to banish the thought. Of all times, right now wasn't the most of appropriate of times to imagine it.

Her face flamed and she tried to hide her flustered face as she tasted the wine. Once she felt her composure was restored, she decided to get formalities out of the way. Monique placed the glass on the small yet elegantly carved wooden table next to her and turned her attention fully on him, giving him a smile that spoke volumes.

"Care to ellaborate on what business matters brings you to my father?"

Curious by nature she was, but a fool she wasn't. She knew most of her father's dealings in the mortal and underworld. Anything that concerned her family, she kept a close watch on and at times found herself the keeper of the family. More often as of late, her father had been leaving her in charge of his finances and some projects. However it always felt as if he on purposely kept something from her. But so far all efforts have proved fruitless. She found nothing contradictory to the suggestion that he was just a normal and wealthy business man.

 

[lord_bob]

Alexi gave a soft laugh, taking a sip of his brandy, mulling the spicy flavour in his mouth, it never affected him, very few mortal things affected him if he chose them not, it was a skill that had taken him many many aeons to control, mortal dangers were much more powerful than most "immortals" gave them credit for, alcohol for instance was one of those earthly delights, most immortals never even touched the stuff for the intoxicating affect it had on them; he remembered when he was just a young pup having tried the beverage, he had gone on a drunken rampage for many days, many people and even immortals had been killed. He had eventually been caught by his fathe, and punished severely, he had never denied his father that he had deserved the punishement, but still ALexi had killed him. He took another sip, savouring it for a moment.

There were other earlthy delights that were so much more satisfying than brandy however, he cast an eye over the countess as he thought this, breathing in her scent as he did, she even smelt ravishing. He almost felt like ripping her clothes off right there and then, and making her his, but it was ever better for waiting he told himself, they were so much more fun then; it would be the best experience that either of them would have in a long time, he would make sure of that.

"Oh just some rather boring estates down at the docks that needs some sorting out" He smiled that smile again, the one he could see now made her weak at the knees, this was helped further by the fact that he was using his subtle influence to make the wine have a stronger effect upon the countess, sending waves of wamr pleasure through her mind and body, giving her a little tingle, one almost non-noticeable, nothing to make her helpless, but more to give her a small nudge towards him, he leaned closely as he whispered roguishly "Nothing that would interest such a beautiful young royal like yourself." He gave wink, as though all "conspirital" talk had been finsihed.

"So tell me, Monique is it? Yes what brings you to your father at this time of night" Ofocurse since Monique was a pure blood she had been trained to survive the sunlight, but it still irritated them a lot, so it would be interesting to hear her answer. He smiled again, taking another sip of his brandy, admirting the way the light highlighted her wonderful features.

 

[lycanine]

Her mind did cartwheels as he smoothly sidestepped the issue with her father and turned the conversation around on her. It frustrated her and yet intrigued her more, wanting to know so much more about the Baron.

She was at a loss for words, and somehow felt she could atleast entrust some information to him that were of no particlar use.

"I was called upon earlier this evening, as he expressed his fondest wish for me to attend dinner with him this evening." Her smile softened as she thought about the man she loved dearly. "However since Mr.Wentworth graciously told me that my father had retired to his room, I decided to wait here. But I think perhaps tonight is one of those evenings..." she left the thought unsaid and seemed worried. But deep down she knew her father was quite capable of looking after himself. Instead, she cast her doubts aside and graciously rose from her chair. She extended her hand to him, a sparkle in her gaze.

"I am afraid I have to take leave of you Baron Alexi. I am to attend a masked ball tonight, and I have decided to take a quiet walk to the place, since it isn't far from here. I hope you will understand..." She nodded slightly in aknowledgement and with a curious smile playing on her lips she moved to the doorway.

"Perhaps I would have the pleasure of your company soon." She tilted her head slightly, looking at him.

 

[lord_bob]

Alexi could see Monique becoming more and more attracted to him, she was like most vampires in this way, she desired power, but unlike most vampires she wanted to find someone who would use power over her. She was unusual in this way, she was a fiery dominant woman, but she wanted someone who would control her, he smiled for a just a moment, revelling in this....how interesting he thought.

"Perhaps I would have the pleasure of your company soon" She told him, there was a subtle question in here, almost as subtle as the warm pleasure that he was sending through her, she wanted to see him more than just soon. He stood and took her hand kissing it again, smiling a conspirital smile, almost like a grin as though they were sharing a joke only nown to them.

"Would I be so bold if I aksed to join you to this ball, I have not been to such an event in a very long time. And it would be most enjoyous to be able to dance with the most beautiful woman there, even though our social classes are so far apart" He said this in the kind of joking tone that said it doesn't matter if my social class is lower than most of the aristocrats there I am far superior to all of them, and they will know it, when they see us together, two immortals far above anything that can hope to achieve.

He took her hand again, leading her through the door, towards the anteroom at the front of the De Winter mansion, where the butler was waiting with Monique's coat, since he was already wearing his cloak, and since it was sucha fine summer night outside he did not need another, though that would have just been for appearance the cold never bothered him

"Shall we m'lady?" He waved his hand indicating out into the night

 

[lycanine]

His offer to accompany her surprised her and yet she couldn't help but feel something was entirely wrong. Perhaps it was just the evening, she surmised to herself. It was not the fact that there was anything wrong with him, quite the contrary it was the opposite. Everything he did seemed so natural and made it look as if he was used to it. His confidence and manner impressed her greatly.

Yet, the night held a warning... something did not sit well with her. As the butler placed the cloak around her delicate shoulders, she accepted the Baron's offer with a warm smile.

"I am surprised you would take an interest in such uneventfull matters, however I have come to the conclusion that there are many surprises in store for me. Especially where it concerns you." Her lips titled in a most charming smile as her eyes sparkled in amusement. "I would be delighted if you escorted me to the ball."

She swept past him and then idly linked her arm with his as they walked casually down the street to the nearby hall. It was said the place belonged to a powerful family at one stage who were linked to the royalty in the country. But over time it was changed into an official meeting hall and on occassion like tonight it was used for special events.

They ascended the marble steps leading into the grand hall and she removed her cloak from her person, letting the young servant remove it. She idly slid her fingers through her raven tresses, smoothing back a stray curl behind her ear.

She stepped forward, and smiled as the host and hostess greeted them, making some idle chatter before letting them pass into the main room. She glanced briefly at Baron Alexi and felt the heat rise in her veins. Quickly she looked away and just said what came to mind.

"I need to find some beverage as my throat is parched from our short journey." She lifted her eyes to him, looking directly into his pale blue eyes and felt herself getting lost within its depths. It almost seemed as if she knew him somehow, from somewhere, but before today she had never seen him. She shrugged the thought aside and smiled, the edges of her canines just slightly revealed.

 

[lord_bob]

Alexi smiled, he had found much to smile at this evening, things were going so perfectly, soon she would be his, she would be sucha perfect mate, he could already tell that, but ofcourse sucha vibrant, powerful and above all pure blood vampire had to be eased into seduction, her natural instincts would be to fight back, but he had been studying her for so long, he would have her, and he would take as long as necessary to do just that. He had already spent over 100 years following this ravishing woman, what was 100 more if that's what it took? If there was one thing that Alexi had, it was time...and purpose.

Moniqe was remarking about being thirsty, gazing into his eyes, a look of lust crossed her face as she did, he gazed back, remarking to himself at how her eyes sparkled with life...he almost laughed at this thought, life to a vampire ofcourse, but sparkle they did with such colour. he was certain even a glimmer of his own lust shone through on his face. He glanced at her mouth as she smiled, her vampiric incisors just on the edge of that smile...he could guess what she was thirsty for.

"And what would m'lady like to quench her thirst? some more wine perhaps?"

He took her arm and guided her towards the bar indicating a bottle of dark red wine and two glasses....ofcourse almost blood red wine. The winde swished around int he bottle as her poued it into two glasses, it looked almost exactly like blood, except for the hint of grapes instead of the sharp iron sultry smell of blood. He smiled because he knew that Monique was hungry for blood at this moment, but she wouldn't even realise it as she was too lost in lust already, all she knew was that she was hungry, this wasn't cruel or part of his plan, but it was a fun game just to see how she would react, a further test the thought

 

[Lycanus]

He jumped down from the upper balcony, his clothes already discarded as he was in his true Lycan form, his lower legs smashing through the table they were standing at, sending the bottles and glasses shattering around the room. His claws all hit the ground as he bent over; slowly lifting his head as the mortal infidels around the hall start to scream, rushing around trying to find an exit. He loved that sound, the fear, the desperation; he lived on it, and smiled lightly.

He reared himself up slowly, rippling the ribbed muscles of his back, showing his built up chest and empowering arms. Monique and Pierre stood ahead of him, clearly startled at his arrival, not able to say a word. He growled deeply in front of them, baring his thirsty teeth, his canines dripping with saliva, ready for his next feed.

"Monique" he stated, lightly bowing, keeping his eyes transfixed on her, "It seems I have found you yet again. But you..." he slowly turns his icy gaze over to Pierre "...you, I never expected to be here. Quite a welcome surprise after so long."

He slowly turned around, walking away from them. The hall was mostly empty, apart from a dozen people, nine males and three females, who walked towards the three, creating a circle around them. The three females walked up to Lycanus, encapsulating his body, stroking their hands down his muscular frame, one entwining her legs around his.

"So... now I can kill two birds with one stone." he moved his head, licking the face of one of the women who enveloped him "I have been on the hunt for my imposter for some time, and only recently did I discover it was you Pierre Vidal, or should I say Baron Alexi.. What name are you using these days old madman?" He laughed lightly, before pushing off the females from him, walking slowly up to Pierre, flashing out a claw and resting it firmly against his soft neck. He glared into his eyes, his foul breath spreading over him as he spoke down to him;

"You have no idea who I am and what I stand for, yet you seek to imitate me, to gain yourself that upper hand in many circles. Little did you know, I was aware of you from the start. I let you play, seeing what damage you could do, but I had watchers, informants, letting me know of your each and every move." he released his claw from his neck, smugly grinning "I could kill you now, but I pity you. You should know no mere vampire is worthy of me, and never will be." He turned and faced Monique;

"Even her, with her beauty, she is nothing but a leech, hardily even worthy of my time"

Lycanus walks up to Monique, gripping at her neck with his powerful claws and sinking his canines into her neck. "See, this is all they do... they are inferior to us, and you seek to cavort with one! you truly are a madman!"

 

[lycanine]

"Yes, some more wine-" She didn't complete her sentence before people ran screaming from the hall, everywhere just utter chaos. She stood transfixed, as the crowd dispersed quickly except for a few people. Her eyes widened as she saw a lycan advance toward them, but for some reason she stood her ground, not showing one ounce of fear.

Who was he and what was he doing here.

A cold feeling of dread settled in the pit of her stomach as he addressed her by name and then proceeded to mention a different name as his gaze slid to Baron Alexi. He seemed quite sure of himself and for a fraction of a second she held her breath. No, this could not be possible.Could he be Lycanus?

She regarded the werewolf before her and turned her head to the Baron next to her. But was unprepared for the sharp claws that closed around her slender neck cruelly. His teeth sank into her flesh and she tried to struggle but he had her in an iron grip.

"I ...will kill you for this.." she managed to gasp and with sudden agility reached out and raked her nails along his chest, injuring him. However it seemed as if her action only mildly annoyed him.

 

[lord_bob]

OOC- I'm done with this if some newbie walks in and doesn't even read the damned story properly...and a pity I was so enjoying it, but I will continue it if we can get back to the original unmessed up version

 

[Lycanus]

OOC. No, I know and read the story; I just thought I’d introduce a twist. I was registered as Lycanus before this, and it would seem a little strange me being someone else and you being him, and meh... it’s never properly outcome that you are not him... Look, its role-play, its a story, and if you are such an expert, then why resort to going OOC and not bother staying IC and just outplaying me there. I'm not here as a fight or to massively intervene, just you should do some research on your chosen character before playing it. Lycanus wound NEVER resort to cavorting with a vampire, and so, I decided you were an imposter look, there’s more to this story, and Monique would never just go into sexual relations just like that, it takes a story. And are you going to provide? Because if you don't, then it just looks like it’s going to be me who’s going to have fun…

 

[lord_bob]

OOC- because I know your type who will change yourself to make yourself the best without regard to narrative, since you already decided my whole character after I had already been in, I would suggest some respect, so bye have your..****

 

[Lycanus]

OOC. honestly, I am not thst type at all. I know it may have pissed you off slightly, but i thought people here could at least role-play their way out of situations... well, sorry, it could have turned out an interesting story...

 

[Jakantha]

'you will release her cur, she is not yours for the taking.'

As her master, Varnae knew the difficulties Monique would face and had always held her within a close watch. The impurity that now held his child shuddered his skin.

'Believe me Lycanus, I am no Mere vampire, my children are here for you to behold'

The doors to the ballroom opened, vampires filtered in from every direction, circling Lycanus. Not menacing, but just malevolent enough to cast a seed of doubt within his mind.

'Release my child now and I may consider sparing your pittance of a soul', his eyes flared a deep maroon as he spoke, his leathered wings unfurling behind his muscular back.

 

[Lycanus]

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