Eternal Love in Darkness

[Honey_B]

London, England: 1875

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My name is Rhiannon DuShaen. I have walked this world for more than six hundred years, always searching. For whom, you may ask? I shall tell you my story, and then you too shall know my pain.

I was born of noble blood in the green hills of what you would call medieval Scotland. My father owned many parcels of land and therefore had many tenants. Born an only child, it was often my travail to travel to the outlying lands for the dual purpose of assuring our tenants that their lord watched over them and to remind them of the fees due for this privilege. It was not uncommon for me to travel for many months at a time, overseeing the affairs of Clan DuShaen.

Over the years, I saw many of my friends marry and start families of their own, whilst I was seated in a carriage or a meetinghouse, collecting dues and hearing grievances. Saddened though I was, being the only issue of my father, it was my duty to assist him. Yet, a secret part of me always longed for the romance of true love.

It was on one of these long sojourns across our lands that the carriage horse pulled a shoe. It became necessary to stay the night in a small, dark town. I took a room at an inn, and although it was not quite what I was accustomed to, it would have to do for the night. The innkeeper insisted I take a meal before retiring. Giving in to my hunger, I dressed appropriately and went to the common room. It was full of people of all kinds, beggars, rogues and even the odd noble, who like myself, were traveling elsewhere.

Not wishing to attract any attention, I sat myself in a dark corner and took my meal. It was not long after, that I sensed a figure standing just behind me, cloaked in shadows. He spoke to me, softly at first, and I was taken by the beauty of his voice. He bade me to continue my meal, which I did. He requested only to have my company for the evening whilst I ate. Of course, I agreed. Who would not wish to be captivated by so wonderful a speaker? He spoke and I became enthralled by his lyrical voice. I scarcely remember what he told me yet it seemed to be a story of great romance and tragedy. At its denouement, I did not hear him leave. He was simply gone.

In the morning I resumed my journey. The time was spent staring out the window as the wild landscape passed by. Several times I fancied seeing a dark fluttering shape. Deep in my mind, I thought I heard the gentleman's resonant voice. I told myself I was only imagining such things, simply weary from the many days of travel. Perhaps I felt too deeply the emptiness from missing my home.

That evening I was invited in by one of our tenants. It was a small manor and very comfortable. After taking a meal with my hosts, I decided to take a walk.

The home had a beautiful garden and it was my pleasure to wander in such a pretty place. It was a relief to my weary body and soul. I sat down on a stone bench beside a pond to reflect. The moon cast a silvery reflection on the still water. There was a soft rustling and a shape sat down beside me. I felt the softness of velvet against my hand and heard the quiet, gentle voice of the gentleman from the inn. I was at once excited and fearful. Sensing this, he immediately rose and moved away, begging my forgiveness for frightening me.

"My lady, I beg you. Fear me not. Harm you I would never do." His voice held a strong trace of sadness and I was instantly moved.

"My lord, the memory of our encounter at that distant inn has scarcely left my mind. I must confess, your sudden appearance unnerved me. Might I have a name by which to call you?"

I remember feeling more than seeing him smile as he knelt before me, face enshrouded in shadows. He wore a cloak about him of the finest black velvet and his shining ebony hair was tied back.

"My name, sweet lady, is Nebankh. I come to you from the deserts of Egypt, across the sands of time.”

And thus it began – Every night, regardless of where I stopped, my lord Nebankh, came to me under the cover of darkness. We walked and he shared with me his many adventures, stories that quickened my blood. I was loath to confess it but I found myself falling in love with this dark stranger. His touch invoked in me such a burning, a longing desire quite unlike anything I had ever known. His kiss ignited fires within me that raged out of control, threatening to consume my very core. But always, my lord Nebankh stayed the perfect gentleman. To my frustration, he would leave me breathless and on fire, but safe.

I dreaded the return to my home. I was not sure he would follow me there. How very wrong I was. I had just returned to my room for the evening when I heard his voice deep inside my mind, beckoning me to the garden. I immediately flung open my chamber door and ran to meet him. I fell into his embrace and we clung together as lovers should, his lips finding mine in perfect harmony.

"My lord, " I said breathlessly. "If it should please you, I am weary from my travels and I wish to return to my chambers and rest. Please accompany me there."

This he did without question. He settled me into my bed and sat with me. It was here that I saw his face clearly for the first time. The candles revealed him to me. A more beautiful face I could never imagine. Deep dark eyes that held a sorrowful longing, full sculptured lips that held the promise of tender love. I knew then that I loved him, that I desired no one else but him. I told him so.

It was then that he shared with me his dreadful secret.

"My Lady, should it be offered to you, would you choose to live forever?"

"You speak of the impossible! Were it offered to me, I do not know what I could possibly answer."

"Would you venture to spend eternity at my side? For I love you, Rhiannon DuShaen. But I cannot be with you if it means I will watch you wither and die. For I am immortal. I walk on the side of darkness, forever searching for my love. Now that I have found you, I am loath to let you go."

I was afraid then, afraid of just what it meant to be immortal. I looked into his eyes, and he laid his hand on my forehead. I was suddenly drawn into his mind, into his memories and there I saw his awakening into the world of darkness, a deceitful act played upon him by one who was beautiful and cruel. He had loved her as a man loves a woman, but she had desired him only as a bloodfeast. I was shocked and saddened, yet attracted by him and his kind. He showed me his world, his existence. I laid a hand on his cheek and smiled at him.

"My lord, my love for you runs deep. I would die if I lost you. Yes, I do wish to spend eternity at your side." My hidden side had emerged and answered.

I felt joy and love emanate from him as he took me in his arms once more.

"Then join me in the Embrace, Rhiannon DuShaen.”

It was an act of pure ecstasy, pure love. I too became one with the darkness, needing to satisfy my great hunger night after night. At first it disturbed me greatly, then it became easier and easier. I began to feel less and less human.

We loved in gentle companionship until one night I woke to find him missing. His vanishing was complete save a letter…

My dear Rhiannon,
Grieve me not for my absence, for I have transcended the years of my prudent existence. I shall be gone from this plane as you read these words. Remember how we loved and what you have learned. Find another. N

OOC: Pardon the long introduction. I am looking to write either with a newcomer or an established writer that I haven't really had a chance to work with yet. Send me a message if you are interested and I'll give you the rest of the info.

 

[rashid]

The night sky was nearly as dark as my mood.

Softly, the wind drifted over the grounds, stirring branches here and there on the trees outside my manor window and glimpses of a full moon through patchy clouds dimly illuminated the landscape laid bare before me as I brooded in my fathers study. From behind me, a soft light carried my image to the window glass, imposing a rugged, almost handsome visage on the sultry scene outside.

It was mine now. A parting gift from an absentee father. I had no intention of keeping it; the place was full of memories best consigned to ancient history. I'd not had a happy childhood. Nevertheless I had obligations, and, as the sole heir to the moldy old house and grounds I would be required to deal with Fathers solicitors and settle the estate.

For several days now, I'd been going over what remained of my departed parents' belongings, setting aside a few items for myself and readying the rest for auction. Doing so only amplified my current singularity. I was alone as never before. No siblings to comfort me, no wife of many years or children of my own. An elegant misfit. An elegant, AGING, misfit. I was feeling sorry for myself and I couldn't wait to finish this burdensome task and return to Londons lights and laughter. At least I could find diversion in the theatre and pretend.

As I brooded, the howl of a distant dog echoed over the moores, drawing my eye to the far off lights that marked my nearest neighbor. DuShaen. I remembered. I would always remember......... I shook my head but the vision remained, taunting me with it's perfect clarity after more than twenty years.
"Damn fool - You saw the woman one time and one time only." I thought to myself, remembering the day.

I'd fallen from my mount during the hunt and knocked myself quite unconscious. Some time later I was revived with cold water and soft hands. Water from a stream close by and the hands of a stranger with luminous golden eyes. DuShaen she'd called herself. She watched me with those eyes for some time and when she saw that I was well, she mounted her mare and left me there in the field alone. I'd never seen her again but had been plagued by those eyes every day of my life since. The intensity, the hunger and the compassion swirling in their depths would never leave me. When I made inquiries I was told she had gone "abroad" and no further information was to be had. I was a fool. A brilliant fool but a fool nontheless.

With a final lingering look at the distant lights, I doused the lamp and resolved to get some sleep. I had a busy day tomorrow with no time for idle thoughts.

 

[Honey_B]

Somewhere in London...

I hungered. The scent of fresh blood hung thick in the air not unlike the velvet curtain surrounding my bed. The overladened perfume clung to the young man beneath me. All of my senses quickened in response.

Tiny droplets of sweat broke out across his skin as if he sensed something....

He should have because I pulled him close, drawing his long graceful penis into my mouth. He moaned pityingly, achingly. Tempering my strength, I sucked him in, coaxing from him the lifeforce that he held so dear. The taste of the blood-engorged staff in my mouth became the sweetest torture. So warm and pulsating, a flutter of a pulse just beneath the surface. I longed to pierce the turgid skin, to let loose the power of my fangs and tear this delicate morsel to shreds. My conscious mind clung to the desire to let this poor victim have his moment of pleasure before I brought him to death, before I found my release.

Gentle as a newborn taking a mother’s teat, I sucked at his florid manhood. He writhed under my mouth and I struggled not to hurt him. A tiny yelp escaped his lips as his shaft brushed the brutal points of my sharpening teeth.

The tiniest taste of blood became a spark, threatening to ignite the tinder that was my bloodlust. Desire, born of ravenous hunger ran through my body like a current. With naked need clawing at my resolve, I redoubled my efforts, coaxing him toward his climax, begging him with my mouth. I did not want his life to end in agony.

My relief was wondrous as I felt his body tense and his hand pulling in my tousled hair. I eased my mouth off his excited shaft and took him up with my hand, caressing him, stoking his slickened sex. I stole a glimpse of his sweet face before I sank my teeth into his femoral artery, piercing the delicate flesh. His features were transformed by rapture. As warm rushes of his seed began to pour onto my hand, hot blood flowed into my mouth. It was a liquid ecstasy that turned my vision red. The fluid lit my every nerve, every sinew of my body, pulling me into a vortex of pleasure. My whole existence became my mouth and that wound. I tore at him, widening the flow of blood. His pulse throbbed in my mouth. I glanced up at him again and our eyes met as we shared the intimacy of climaxing together. Our connection was unbreakable, unknowable to human existence. His life flowed out of him and into me. We were joined.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Yemillian

I sat outside the door to her chamber. I could hear the muffled moans of the man she had brought home tonight for her fare. He was moaning in the ecstasy that was Czaristna's (little princess's in my mother's tongue) mouth. I could tell he was near the point of supreme infatuation with her. He had left far behind any reservations for his own life. His entire being; body, soul, and mind was centered on his burning, throbbing manflesh. He was engulfed within her mouth, the gate to paradise. How I longed it was my own in that passage. I drove a massive fist into a wide open palm with my frustration. Half my life I had been hers. If only she would take me entirely, allow me to follow her through her strange life/not-life. I still did not understand this. Nor how she remained so beautiful, forever young as I rose from a boy to a man; always at her side, yet always behind...

The long thick curls of my dark beard quivered against my "acceptable" English clothes as I shook my head in my loneliness.

My thoughts are shattered as I hear his lustful cry of release, oblivious to the pain, masked by the pleasure that no mortal woman can give any man. The pleasure her mouth alone can give. I rise up and adjust my jacket. I wait the few short moments until I hear the gong of the servant bell, tugged from the bedside rope. I knock gently. "Yemil," I hear her purr in her own satisfaction. I take a deep breathe and open the door to her chamber. She is lounging, like a cat, gorged on fresh fish. I glimpse her behind the slightly parted bed curtains as I approach. "You may remove him now, Yemil," she says, her hand indicating the husk of a man sprawled on her sheets. His skin is drawn and paled, grey. I can not help but stare at the wondrous gashes so close to the base of his penis. The torment of regret rends my mind. How I long for this myself. I answer in spite of my regret. The tradition of years is great, "Of course, Mistress." My stare of longing at his wounds is disturbed as she stands up on the bed to reach my face with her lips. She kisses me and I can taste the combination of semen and blood on her lips, more potent than vodka. She releases me and reclines once more before saying, "Thank you, Yemil."

As I scoop up the Englishman's corpse and sling it over my shoulder, I can not help but mutter, "MoyA IyubOv' ne znAyet grnalts." (There are no borders for love) I rise and turn to carry out my task. "Thank you, Yemil," she quietly calls from her bed. I nod once and exit.

I pull on my heavy cloak and my tall wool hat as I leave through the back door with the body. I throw it into the rear of the coach that I have already teamed up. Climbing up without a word I crack the whip and the horses respond by galloping out into the fog covered streets. I run them hard through the dark streets until I reach a secreted boathouse on the Thames. I hide the horses and the coach. Checking the streets well to insure that no one has detected my arrival. No one. I return to the boathouse and spread the cadaver out on the table. It remains stained with blood. I strip my clothing, enjoying the chill of the air on my flesh. A proper servant can not be seen in the streets soaked in blood. I pull the large iron key from my pocket and open the trunk. I pull out my 12" dagger, unwrapping it from its cloth. I enjoy the reflected gleam of the moonlight that shimmers before my eyes in the gloom of the boathouse.

I wander to the table, take a deep breathe and then thrust the blade under the sturnum. With a quick slashing motion, I tear through the lifeless lungs of this little man. Reaching in with my hand, I ensure that the blade has done its work. The lungs are rent as to release their retained air of his last breathe. My beard shakes as I nod in satisfaction. I have done my work well for my mistress. I clean the dagger with enthusiastic zeal, one of the remnants of my life before her. Wrapping it back in its cloth, I lock it back in its home. I will have to sharpen it again when I have some more time. It is getting close to dawn, and I must return before she sleeps.

With a sigh, I sling the mutilated corpse in the air and over my shoulder with one massive hand. With the other, I pick up a large stone, once used as an anchor for small boats. I walk down to the river and wade out until the chill water wraps itself around my chest, dampening the tips of my beard and soaking the mat of dark hair on my chest. The Englishman's head would have been at least a foot under water at this point. Laying him on his back, I pry his chest cavity open and stuff the large rock into the tear of his small chest. I wait a moment as the body slips silently beneath the ripples of the Thames emitting a few straggling bubbles as it did. I smiled in satisfaction of fulfilling my function and turned back to the boathouse.

I did not bother to put my proper clothes back on, just my boots, my tall wool cap, and my cloak which I wrap tightly around myself. Not for the cold, but for the sake of discretion. I climb back aboard the coach and crack the whip repeatedly. I must return before she has to sleep.

 

[rashid]

On my return to London

later that week I was most pleased to find I had been invited to an evening at the opera. Dearest Robert, we are most pleased to invite you to an evening of opera at the Royal Theater on December 11. (your birthday dear boy). The company will be performing Carmen which I know you have not yet seen but I do remember you remarking your desire. RSVP Thomas Bartlett

Tom was always good company and I could be assured that after the theater there would be a grand romp through the streets and brothels of London. Just the diversion I needed to take my mind from the facts of my unhappy life. In two days I would be 48 years old, wealthy, handsome and miserable."How many years?" I asked myself "how many years before I become a weak, hideous, wrinkled old man?" I hated the thought. I despised weakness. Ending life like my recently deceased father, lying in a pool of his own excrement, too weak to move, even to relieve himself or eat, horrified me beyond words and I determined that such a fate would not be mine.

All the same, it was good to be home. I sent for one of my favorites, gave the staff instructions to absent themselves for the evening and prepared to entertain. Wealth had its priveleges and one of them was wanton, willing women. My cock was already stirring in anticipation after a week in pergatory.
Shortly after 8 I heard the carriage arrive at my door. A soft, almost musical voice instructed the driver to return the following morning and I heard him clatter off along the cobblestoned street into the fog that was London.

She found the key in its usual place and let herself in. Locking the door behind her, my sweet Marie made her way up the stairs dropping petticoats and corset along the way. By the time she reached my room the darling girl was nearly naked. Long, shapely legs wrapped in silken stockings, tiny waist, hair piled high and only a choker of pearls to decorate her lovely neck. The choker had been a present from me, three strands of matched pearls with a golden clasp. She was lovely.

Knowing her place, she entered the room on hands and knees like a cat waiting to be petted and made her way to the chair where I sat stroking my now turgid cock. I could almost hear her purr.........

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Marie

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Crawling into the room on all fours, Marie's eyes never strayed from the object of her desire. She began at his feet. Nibbling, kissing and licking her way up his legs, her crimson fingernails etching a not so delicate design in his skin.

She bit his inner thighs, leaving faint teeth marks in her wake until finally her fingers tangled in the curls that formed a nest at the base of his throbbing erection. It was only then that she dared to look up for permission to go on. He gestured with his chin, and stopped stroking himself giving her permission to continue.

As she rose between his knees, her pearls brushed against him... cool against his burning flesh. He could feel her breath as she lowered her mouth, her tongue teasing the slit of his glans, then flickering down along the vein on the underside of his cock. Her hand cupped his sac, squeezing gently as her finger slipped behind to massage his perineum.

Marie could feel the beating of his heart through his swollen veins as her fingers circled him. He watched her intently as she nibbled her way back up the length of him, circling the purplish helmet of his tumescent manhood with her tongue. Marie's lips parted slightly and she looked up at him once again, this time holding his gaze, waiting for his approval before taking him fully into the crimson gash of her mouth.

 

[rashid]

I reached down

and took the darling creatures hair into my hands, lifting her up to kiss her sweet mouth and neck. The taste of her flesh quite intoxicated me and I decided to play with her a while. I picked her up then, and carried her to the bed all the while kissing her deeply. Carefully, so as not to alarm her, I laid her down, kissing and fondling her lovely breasts, holding her hands in mine to stretch them high over her head. I kissed her eyes closed and then, in an instant, I secured her wrists to the headboard with the waiting staps and moved to take her feet and lash them also to the posts of the bed. She now lay almost naked before me, helpless to prevent whatever I chose to do to her. Her eyes were wide with questions left unanswered and I sat beside her to stroke her body gently.

She strained against the straps at first, arching her back and pulling in all directions until she realized it was quite hopeless. All the while I stroked her breasts, bringing the nipples to full hardness, preparing them for my mouth. When I kissed her lips she tried to bite me but a hard hand on her tender ass dissuaded her from such foolishness and she began to realize her situation.

With my right hand I massaged her femininity, slick now with the juices of anticipation, until she was writhing and mewing, begging for me to complete the act and bring her to her desired conclusion. This, naturally, was not to happen for some time yet.

Still stroking her gently, I offered her my cock to suck. This she did with great abandon, licking and sucking each time I offered and then took away the object of her desires. Her hips were now heaving against my hand, almost desperate to bring release as I continued to toy with her. At least a dozen times I brought her to the brink of orgasm only to relax and change the pace.

Finally, I straddled her with my rigid cock suspended over her most eager mouth and burried my face in her hot, wet cunt as I lowered my prick to her waiting lips. Reaching forward I was now able to undo the straps securing her ankles and brought her knees up so as to have her thighs against my cheeks. The wetness of her was most amazing and I tounged her deeply from her ass to the tip of her clitoris and back, again and again as she suckled at my raging prick.

I let her almost orgasm before raising myself up and sitting with my cock between her heaving breasts, stroking myself as if to cum in her eager mouth, until, at last, I untied her wrists and slid down to plunge my heated prick deep into her straining puss. Her arms came around me to pull me tight, legs tangled across my hips sucking me down into the vortex which was her now overwhelming need. I cupped her ass in my hands then, and rolled us over to have her above me, guiding her quivering cunt to me until her face went completely slack and tiny choaking sounds escaped her lips as our bodies convulsed in orgasm. Slower then, I continued to fuck her like walking a thorobred after the race is done, cooling her passions with lesser and lesser cums so that in the end , she collapsed against me completely spent.

 

[Fly_On_Wall]

OOC: sorry if i jump from first to 3rd person, it's not intentinal. Spelling neather (I'm dyslexic)

As i put on the suit i was pulling from the drawr i looked about the room noticeing the abundance of jewelry about on display. Quickly i rubed some talcom powder in my hair to give myself an aged look and grabed a hankerchif loading it with necklesses and earings. Tieing up the end of the hankerchif i took a last look in the mirror to see if i could pass off as a Nobelmen and emerged onto the balcony.
Makeing sure the night curtined my crime I slid down the balcony to the ground stashing what i had pilfered behind a nearby rain barrel, and continued to walk out into the open streets as if I had been on a long nights walk.
for as long as i can remeber i've belonged to the streets, no home, no parents, no position in society. I've been called a rouge, a con artist, vagrent, deivent; but i long to have a place as a nobelmen. As i passed by those on the streets giveing a node here and bowing to the lady's No one was the wiser. "The cloths really do make the man" I commented as i walked around another corner to a great home where the governor was havening a comeing out party for his daughter. Figureing this would be a perfect place to play out my role as a gentelman, as well as get a bit of pic poketing in, I reached out jumping on an empty carrage as the driver drove by me.
Ariveing at the governors home the driver jumped down from his seat and took the hand of a young lady, whome he was about to help in the carrage. As he opend the door for her I amerged holding a walking stick someone had forgot behind on their last ride the Driver looked at me in shock wondering where i had arived from. Nodding to the man i got out and proceded to the house.
At the doors i was welcomed in, looking about the place i seen many of whom I would bewilder with my charm tonight and make of with their ritches, as well as a buffet table... Oh it had been so long since i had a big meal such as was their. But i couldnot let my lust for food let them know of who i really was.

 

[Honey_B]

The hunt begins

The hunger was upon me, a desperate need that echoed through every fiber of my being. The humanity of London had spoken to me, calling for my kiss. With a swirl of black velvet, I left my home.

The elegant manses off of Hyde Park were alight at this hour. Parties, celebrating the season, reflected bright in lit windows.

I had the look of a widow about me. My black dress and pale skin gave the impression and I courted it, keeping my expression somber. Passer-bys looked upon me with sympathy, but they did not let their gaze dwell too long for fear of giving offense. In this way, I passed through the streets of London like a shadow. In full view, but unrecognizable for what I was.

My eyes darted to catch a quick moment from the front door of a graceful mansion. I watched as a young man came charging out at a full run. He dashed across the street and headed into the shadowy confines of the park. I followed at a discreet distance, excited at the strength in the youth.

 

[Fly_On_Wall]

As I walked around the party, I only had one thing on my mind. What could I grab without being noticed, and if posible could I get into the hearts of one of these young ladies?

I am in no preticular need of love, but if i could get in good with one of the noble familys things may just start to look up. And the last time I was with a woman was 3 months back when i ran out on her at the brothel. 'This night can only bring on good things' I kept repeating to myself.

Throughout the night, I danced with many fair ladys. Picking up trinkets here and their and I corests their faces and held on to their necks. Each time slipeing them down my sleves, for save keepings. As i talked with the gentelmen, i picked up a few rings unnoticed with handshakes, and a pocket watch here and there with a pat on the back. 'This live isn't as hard as many say.' I said to myself quietly.

"Willam my good boy" I turned to see lord stanly standing behind me. "I'd like to introduse you to my daughter, Salina."
"Salina, this is the young man i told you of. Willam Crofield" obviously it was not my real name. It had been years since i spouted my real name, almost so that I have begain to forget it. But Willam i went by many times so recognised it as my own.

As the night went on I danced and talked with Salina. For the life of me I could not figure out why, but I had not taken a thing from her and searched her out everytime she disapeared from my sight. mabey just maby I finaly found my way into a Nobel family, and she was the key.

Looseing sight of her again i began searching the party and headed up the stairs to see if she might be up there getting away from it all. leaning against the wall thinking I had lost her once and for all, a hand reached around the corner and pulled me into an empty room. It was her, her long red hair let down as it flowed over her revield chest. I leaned into her and franticly kissed her, pulling up her dress I slid my hands up rubbing her hips. She undid my vest and untucked my blouse. Hearing a loud crashing sound of metal at our feets we looked down. All i had stolen trough the night came falling out of my shirt.

Two men came rushing into the room to see what had happened. "Theif" the one yelled and I ran between the two men towards the open banister. Without thinking i jumped over the side grabing onto the curtins of a nearby window. the clasp holding the curtins inplace started to give swinging me down towards the floor. Falling flat on my back atop the buffet table, i stood up in pain, bowed to the onlookers with a smile and darted for the door, but not before I picked up the chicken. Even with my life at stake, I thought with my stomach.

Runing out the door I knocked people over as i hurried down the stairs and across the street into the park. Lauging like a crazed loon i took a bite of the food i had stolen and riped my hair from it's ponytail, causing it and talcom powder to flutter in the air behind me.

 

[rashid]

Dec 11

Birthdays have always been a problem for me. As a young man I scarcely looked my age and was continuously anxious to pile birthdays one upon the other in a desperate wish to appear mature and be taken seriously both in business and with the ladies. By the time I finally was, I quickly became equally desperate to avoid getting old. How unfair it was to finally be granted all the money, power, and women I had ever wanted, only to feel my prowess slipping quietly away from me.

Looking in the glass after dressing for the evening I felt a bit better. I had to admit I looked good. The dove gray suit, the shirt so white with its ruffles and the blood red silk at my throat and waist, contrasted nicely with black boots and cape. Add in the walking stick and black felt hat and I could hold my own at the opera. I had Rogers ready the carriage and decended the long stairway to the courtyard.

Winter in London is ever dreary and this night was no exception. Flickering street lights could barely keep the gloom from swallowing the city whole and everywhere the mansion houses of London town spilled their light and laughter to keep the spirits of their masters from despair. As I passed one such, we were briefly delayed by a small crowd of partygoers chasing a disheveled young man across the street and into the park with cries of "thief" and "stop that man". I grinned and wished the fellow luck as he ran, laughing and eating what could only be a stolen chicken while he sprinted to safety in the gathering dark. On the steps of the manse he'd left behind, a rather pretty young lady stood twisting a handkerchief in some distress and I was again reminded that youth has its advantages.

Soon enough we were at the Royal where I was to meet Bartlett and true to his word he was waiting for my coach. I sent Rogers home expecting Tom and I should spend the night carrousing and together we entered into the lobby in high spirits. It was a night I will remember now forever.

 

[Honey_B]

The meeting...

The rapid pace of his breathing came to my ears even though he was still more than twenty meters away. His hair streamed out behind him like a sign of black defiant vitality. I felt the unstoppable lust begin to course through my hungry veins. I wanted him.

I held back carefully, withholding my presence, wanting him to escape deeper into the park - somewhere we could be alone. I could almost hear the beating of his heart.

Th-thump*Th-thump*Th-Thump

The artificial pastorality of the park translated to a thicket of woods. I watched as the thief headed towards them and I followed in pursuit. He could not know I stalked him. My steps made no more noise than the moonlight falling on the cold ground. At the edge of the trees, he stopped. No doubt to catch his breath because he leaned over, placing his hands of his knees.

I eased my way to him. Standing directly behind him, I let him feel her presence gradually. He stiffened and turned. I saw the light come on his eyes. Despite my thirst for blood, fear is not the first emotion my victims feel upon first gazing at my face.

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[kitsuke]

By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.

aaaaah

...how long have I lain in this earth? The heavy chains of silver and iron bind my body and burn my dried skin. The stake of fire-hardened oak paralyzes my physical form yet leaves my mind all too aware. The worst is the gnawing hunger, deep in my belly. A fire that refuses me reprieve. Curse the fools who put me in this ground for... how long? I do not know. I do know this hunger that consumes me so was once not the sum of my existence. So many years ago, long centuries filled with pain and blood. The beautiful cupola of the Carpatii held me and mine as securely a mother her child.

Born Thibor Lidesci, a Wallach, in the fertile lands between the Turks, the Boyar, and the Pechenegi I grew to manhood tilling a field. The encroachment of the Pechenegi put a stop to that. When they left my home a smoking ruin and killed my father and raped my sisters and mothers before killing them as well. I vowed revenge. Foolish child that I was.

Being a strong youth I had no trouble finding myself in the army of a voevod. My bloodthirst for the enemy was recognized and soon I found myself with a command of my own. My men and I took more thumbs than any other, my name grew to be something feared on the field. Soon the incompetent fool of a voevod I served made the mistake of trying to have me removed as he feared my skill. His error was choosing men I had already subverted to do his work for him. That night his screams were heard through the camp and by morning I was recognized as voevod. How sweet it was to hear my name called by two hundred in unison as their leader.

Thibor Lidesci, Voevod.

My prominence brought me tbefore the Prince... Vladimir Prysakoulas as I recall. His castle was large, forbidding as I recall. His Greek priests fluttered about like butterflys in a field of summer flowers. Fools. The prince sent me to Ungar-land to deal with a Boyar who would not recognize his fealty to the throne. He warned me against taking many with me, as the land itself was a fortress. So leaving my men there I set out that very night with several trusted lieutenants. That night I was visited by the very man I had been sent to "deal with". He showed me a great many things, of the nature of my Prince, of man, and of Something beyond man. He made me his that night we began a reign of terror so dark, my Prince.. Vlad... received credit for MY deeds... Vlad the Impaler indeed.

Thibor Lidesci, Vampire

After years by the hundreds and switching identity many times to avoid arousing suspicions I went with the Holy Roman Catholic Empire on a great crusade to "free Jerusalem". What a pile of offal for an exuse that was. The killing and raping and looting bagan on the first battle! After the Pope... Innocent he called himself... turned his back on the crusade it lost much of it's impetus and many returned home. I accompanied a group back to England, a dismal misty rock off the north coast of France. I stayed there.. Overlong it turns out.

One night as I prowled I was set upon by the man who I had let land from, a minor noble who believed himself righteous. Binding and staking me he buried me under the stone steps of a church, hoping to contain me forever. Lying in the cold dark earth I could only rage in the confines of my own head at what had been done to me.. ME!

Thibor Lidesci, Chained

What? What is this? Do I hear scraping? The earth moves! My sarcophagus is open... I sense... men. Young men, I detect alcohol. In another instant faint moonlight filters down. The chains.. The chains are being removed! I hear voices... rejoicing at all the silver they have found... Grave robbers! Saved from my ignominy by thieves. Ahh, the irony is sweet. The chains are gone. The stake.. Notice the stake damn your eyes! A hand on it.. Yesss.... Tug... harder you fool! Ah!

The weird stick stuck in the chest of the dessicated corpse intrigued Liam... having already found enough silver wrapped around the corpse to feed him and his partner Kale, for the rest of their lives and beyond he felt obliged to se this mystery to it's end. Tugging at it several times, it must have been lodged in a bone or something like that. Finally, he got it free and pulled it up to look at it. A wooden stake? Like they butress seams with what is it doing here? A horrible realization dawned on Liam as his world ended in a red fountain.
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‘Ahhh, the night air feels so good. And the blood of two healthy men goes a long way toward staunching my hunger. I feel replenished, my flesh regenerates already. They shall serve quite nicely to fill my former prison.' I turn and walk out of the graveyard, a mist trailingin my wake as I begin to prowl. This place is unfamiliar, but soon enough it shall be mine.

Thibor Lidesci, Free

 

[Fly_On_Wall]

Turning around, I see before me the body of a goddess before me, but her eyes pull my gaze. Cocking my head to the side I give a wink. "Well my dear, what have we hear?" I ask taking a side step around her. "Rough times?" I continue knoticing her dark robe, "Don't I know them well. Would you care for somthing to eat?" Holding out what is left of the chicken. "It's not much, but the dear dear Govener... It was all he could offer."
Seeing that this woman was not interested in the food and had still yet to say a word, I came up with another idea. "How aobut..." I started as i reached my fingers into the cuff of my sleve, "... A nice emerald pendent to accent those eyes of yours?" I continued revileing the gold pendent. "and all I ask is one sweet kiss of those lips upon my brow."

OOC: what is that post above mine? I don't understand it at all

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

(ooc. Honey B, am I to assume you don't want her name said?, and if this is wrong, please correct me.)



Licking the renegade droplet from my lower lip, the sweet taste rolled around on my tongue before splashing into the river that cascaded down my throat. Using the back of my delicate ivory hand, I wiped my mouth, smearing the blood across my icy cheek in a primordial gesture.

Leaning back in the dark dark room, a lush man, looming taller than my 6', came forward. He was one of the new ones. Dispensable. Completely dispensable. He drew his lips to mine, seductively kissing away the remains of the dewy drops of honey upon my cheek.

I sighed in contentment, stopping myself, I cursed at him in the ancient language of the Egyptian gods, hurtling him through the air, sending him sprawling atop the marble floor. He tried to regain his composure, his fingernails digging into the smooth stone, trying to grip and get up.

I screamed a lonely cry. I would get him. Soon.

 

[rashid]

Try as he might

Bartlett was unable to hold my attention with his usual wit and repartee'. Not that he was the least bit out of form, but I was damnably distracted. The feeling I was being watched refused to leave me even for a moment. But who?????? I let my eyes disect the lobby searching without success until, across the room, a glimpse of pale white skin and golden eyes and then........ nothing.

Moments later my ears were equally decieved by the softest of voices whispering "soon - soon you will know me - I am Rhiannon", but even when I spun completely about searching, there was no body to accompany the voice.
I'm certain Bartlett thought me quite mad, but was ever the gentleman and blithly continued on as if I were behaving perfectly normal.

By the beginning of the piece I was quite beside myself.

 

[kitsuke]

Thibor Lidesci`

OOC: Fly, the post above your last was an intro for Thibor, my vampire. It went from present to flashback to present again with no real warning.

IC:

In the dark cobbled alleys of London a figure flitted from shadow to shadow in silence, that quiet broken from time to time by a feral hiss. If one were to observe closely one might notice that the figure's eyes were wide and started easily at odd sounds. The sights and smells and sounds of this paved and constructed maze of thoroughfares was apparently unfamiliar to it and this created an air of tension and fear. Fog oozed up from betwen the cobbles and cloaked the surrounding area in an involuntary reaction older than the great trees in the property's of the gentry that were being passed.

If one looked closer though one might see the flared hands with nails that looked more like talons poised to strike. A bit of blood at the lip and a set of features betrayed a face frozen in a hideous snarl. The eyes, wide and distrusful, occasionally misted over with red, hard to see in the moonlight. Once noticed, though, unmistakable. Apparently the figure striding through the roadways did not like feeling unfamiliar of insecure. Not at all.
- - -
'What is this?' I think to myself as my feet nearly stumble on the smooth, yet uneven rocks the dweller sof this vast metropolis have set in their roads. 'These buildings, castles all! Yet no parapet do I see... no defensive works at all! Why a man could storm any one or dozen of these with but an hundred soldiers!'

A whistle comes in the dark, a man in dark clothing walks down the lane towards me. He is swinging something as he walks, casually glancing about himself. In an agony of indecision I pause just long enough for him to see me.

"Evenin' m'lord." his voice calls out, "What business 'ave you this time of the evenin'? P'raps I could escort you home. Terrible things they say about London at night nowadays, sir. Terrible."

His voice is good-natured and polite, yet with a hint of authority and steel behind it. As he speaks he walks closer to me, my curiousity is peaked and I allow him approach.

I smell teak. His hand, he twirls something in it nonchalantly... a stake! He is a hunter!! No wonder the dark clothing and the confident pose! They must know of our kind here... I back away.

"Now sir, I don't know if you live 'ere or not, but if you don't come with me I shall have to bring you the hard way" he raises his stake menacingly.

"Enough!" I snarl at him, "Bound I was for years beyond your ken! Never again shall I know the dark, cold earth. And never again shall I hunger as I did!" gliding toward him now my jaw gapes wide, and his face whitens in the pale night. He tries to scream but all that escapes is a fleshy gurgle as my teeth close on him. Finishing him I grab the stake, intent on hurling it as far as possible.

What? It is but a stick! Solid, to be sure, but a stick naetheless. He was not a hunter, and his reaction was surely not of someone familiar with the Great Leech. Damnation! Ever the fool, eh Thibor?

I dispose of him in a garden, burying him ddep at the bottom of a heap of mulch, he will stay undiscovered until long after the compost does it's work. In the distance I sense nature once more. Going there I pass a sign, my English is good enough that I read "Hyde Park". Good enough, here I shall find a place to go to ground after hunting again. Many years in the soil can bring a powerful thirst.

 

[papillon24]

Kamia

It was a night like any other as i strolled through the garden of my late uncle. He had left it to me many years ago as he was on his death bed It was an erie place to build a home of such beauty. who would want a house near the cemetary. the thought of it sent chills through my body.

there was somthing different in the air tonight. I could feel it in the breeze that made my dress dance around my ankles.
I walked accross to the edge of the garden and sat agains the edge if the fountian near the garden boundries to watch the stars

 

[Honey_B]

Rhiannon

"A nice emerald pendent to accent those eyes of yours? All I ask is one sweet kiss of those lips upon my brow."

The simple gesture touched my heart as did the man himself. Lust lit his eyes as he looked at me, drinking in my form. I felt his desire as surely as if the feeling coursed through my own body. Soon it would. My pupils narrowed to pin pricks as I watched the pulse jump at his throat.

Th-thump*Th-thump*Th-Thump

The sound roared in my ears, calling. As sweet as the song of an angel.

All of this perceived in the space of time it took for my thief to blink his beautiful eyes.

"You will give me more than stones and I will give you more than a kiss."

His expression changed as he heard the voice of a vampire. Liquid sound, smoothed by the centuries, I knew I could seduce with my voice alone. It was he who drew close, dropping the necklace, taking me in his arms.

I pulled him close, crushing the thief in an embrace, my hands willing him to expose his throat. His neck surrendered to my teeth like the skin of a succulent fruit. My mouth filled with his sweet nectar. I fought to keep from swooning. The pure ecstasy of joining, I knew he felt it too. We were linked and were one. One thought. One life. He sighed with the contentment of a first love realized, even as I drained him.

Harsh voices!

… and something else.

Coming from the edge of the park. I scanned their minds. Police looking for my thief.

I must leave!

Killing the men would not be difficult, but I was loath to kill wantonly.

I eased my teeth from my lover's wound. His face had blanched, had gone as white as fresh snow. Still he breathed; I had not yet drunk my fill. Gently, I laid him under the barren branches of an elm. I held my hand to the open wounds at his neck and drew away crimson fingers.

As I walked away, I licked away the sweet stain. I touched his mind with my own, for once the connection has been made, it can never be broken. With thought and feeling, I promised that I would return to him.

I summoned Yemil with thought, commanding him to bring the carriage to the far side of the park.

I was late for the opera.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Yemil

I sat on the seat of the coach, listening to the restful snorts of the horses as we waited in the dark. I watched some little commotion as a thief made good on his escape. I closed my eyes, he was just about to die. I knew he would attract her, his elation of the escape. His prize probably secured. My bushy eyebrows screwed into a furrow beneath my tall wool cap. My lips pursed in the dark of my heavy beard. Lost in thought of my next tasks, this night.

Suddenly, I heard my mistress's call. It rang as loud as cannon in my ears, though it was utter silence to those who were not in her service. She was calling for her coach! She was calling for Yemil! I savagely whipped the horses into a thundering gallop seeking her. Following her unspoken commands. I rounded the park as fast as any of Caesar's chariots. I jerked the reins at her command and leapt to open the door. But, as if she was the wind she flittered in the coach. "The opera," I heard again and with a quick nod, I leapt to the coach and cracked the whip. The horses bellowed as heavy hooves clacked once more on the cobbled streets. I could sense her hunger, as well. My mistress had been denied her full fare of the eve. I lashed at the horses in my rage, for I knew that I would never hear her ask for sustenance with me. She would never look upon me with eyes on fire. I cracked the whip and jerked the reins as we took a sharp turn.

Presently, I drew the reins hard, bringing the horses to stop just outside the opera house. Their lathered backs steaming in the chill air, clouds of exertion issuing from their flared nostrils. I secured the reins and stepped my massive legs from the coach, I opened the door with a bow, "The opera, madame." I said softly extending a massive appendage to her tiny pale hand.

 

[Guest]

*Posted by Ravenloft*

Nebankh:

Nebankh watched Cleopatra as she licked her lips clean, she'd been taunting him for nearly a week. Was she just testing his will? Or simply trying to goade him into sinking once more to her baseness. She was so rank in her savage display to wear the poor drunken fools blood like some tribal war paint. Dispite all his distaste for the scene she displayed, Nebankh felt the dark hunger welling up within him, indeed testing his will. He sat on a bed, his hands locked on at his sides as he was forced to watch the entire scene. IF he dared to look away she would lash out at him with whatever unnatural command she held over him... Toy with him for weeks afterwards, perhaps months... She had once before and he had wished for his demise every second of it.


Another of her "Toys", so called, for that is what he was, he may not have known it, but he was simply nothing to her more than an amusment.

Nebankh fought a scowl, for even that would give her cause to "repremand" him for his dissobedience, like he were a stray dog... It was as though she wanted a rise out of him as she showed favor on this new pup, and not him. A deep seeded part of him longed for that which the young one was recieving, but he had walled that part of him off, for his own survival... Long ago...

The only real ache he felt anymore, and the only real thing that kept him from simply destroying himself was Rhiannon. Seeing the empty look in Nebankh's eyes as his only reaction to her game, Cleo threw the whelp away from her. "You're childish tantrums will not bring me back to you... Not in the way you want me to be... I have changed, changed for all time..." That is what Nebankh wanted to say, it was on the tip of his tongue, but to do so would only bring him pain...

*Ravenloft*

 

[Honey_B]

The First Act

A raven had stepped into the coach, a different creature emerged. A gloved hand of the deepest blue velvet touched Yemil’s hand. It looked like hours could have been taken with my appearance.

My copper mane was piled on my head. Whisps framed my face. Around my neck, I wore a collar of brilliant yellow diamonds that reflected the color of my eyes.

The graceful lines of the age were exemplified by my gown. Of silk brocaded taffeta, the midnight blue dress reflected serpentines of satineened ribbon of the same shade. The tops of the small sleeves were slightly puffed and edged in the same ribbon. The bodice’s low rounded neckline revealed the tops of my softly mounded breasts.

The gown highlighted my impossibly small waist by narrowing before exploding into yards of swirling fabric. The front of the skirt was flounced while knife pleats ran up the sides. I wore a velvet cape of the same shade of blue around my shoulders.

I gave my hand to Yemil and he lifted me out.

For the briefest of instants, the length of my body pressed into his. I felt the full extent of his arousal and breathed the scent of his blood. I Drank in his warmth. My darling, Yemil. He knew not what he meant to me. How could he. It was not something I could share with him. I needed him too much.

The Royal Opera House glittered with the premiere of Carmen. I had thought myself to be late, but the crowds still gathered in the lobby as I entered. The elite of London society, the select few that prospered from this golden age were in attendence. It was my intention to proceed directly to my private balcony, but I was struck still…

A singularity of the vampire mind – A memory can be drawn forth with absolute clarity and feeling regardless of how much time has passed.

For this reason, I saw a youth laying bleeding on the moor, not far from my ancestral home. For the space of an hour, I tended to him, protecting him from the predatory wolves of the desolate plain. I had no desire to feast upon him, to destroy such perfection. Without his knowledge, I read the full of his thoughts. Lived the space of his life in that short hour, sharing his joys, knowing his sorrows. When his eyes fluttered open, I understood. I loved him.

Years later, the man stood before me – distinguished, handsome, in his prime. My mind reached out to him before I could control the impulse.

“Soon - soon you will know me - I am Rhiannon.”

I felt his eyes catch a glimpse of me. Startled, I disappeared like smoke. Keeping to the shadows, I retreated to the darkened interior of my box, clawing for time to think.

The lustful strains of the gypsy’s aria washed over the theater. I translated the sultry French in my mind…

Love is the child of the Bohemian,
It has never, never known any law,
If you don't love me, I love you,
If I love you, keep guard of yourself!
If you don't love me,
If you don't love me, I love you!
But, if I love you,
If I love you, keep guard of yourself!
If you don't love me,
If you don't love me, I love you!
But, if I love you,
If I love you, keep guard of yourself!

My golden eyes sought out him.
Robert, if I love you, keep guard of yourself...

 

[kitsuke]

Thibor Lidesci

As quickly as it passed I sensed.. something. A creature of power. It vanished inthe moment I sensed it, though. Perhaps I would meet that one at a later time. Would we be rivals? Or would they choose the wiser course and ally themselves to me. It bore thought. The air brings to me the scent of grave earth, and above that, flowers.. jasmine. Underlying it all, tbough, the scent of female flesh. Young and vibrant.

I take to my heels through this Hyde Park and the graveyard... a manse looms before me. It's columns and reliefs done reminiscent of the pillars of the Greek, wide open terraces and a garden as well. Her scent comes from the garden though. I creep.

How would the Greekland priests feel intheir cold graves, now that their beloved architecture makes once again the perfect concealment for vrykoulakas. I smile cruelly in the moonlight.

A pale lady sits on the edge of a stonework fountain. Her nightdress swaying slowly in the wind. The pale rays of lunar illumination bathed her in a silvery cascade, her body brought out in relief against the dark of night. My jaw aches, she must be mine. Softly probing around the edges of her mind I find her name.... Kamia. Alien, yet not without it's own beauty. I also discern that the servants, as such there are, are abed. They shan't stir until the dawn. Alone, with the beauty in darkness. Somehow I felt it was not the christian god's work.

"Kamia." I call softly from the row of hedges I am near. "Kamia, the night is cold is it not? And you are as well... so cold, so alone, and so afraid. Will you not be warmed?"

As my voice begins it's insidious work I send to her feelings of isolation and fear. If she runs first, then so much the sweeter. Although a bird paralyzed by that same fear brings it's own rewards. I smile, toothily. Not the hunting smile of a wolf, but the cruel and gleeful smile that only the monster known as Man has ever perfected of Nature's natural creatures. I only have but to wait now.

 

[rashid]

All evening I was distracted

and the complexity of the opera was lost to me. Throughout the performance the feeling of being watched never left me, but I did not feel threatened. I'd been the object of clandestine surveilance more than once in my checkered past and, at least for now, I could feel no danger. Intrigued? beyond doubt. There was something nagging at my mind, something buried but not forgotten. Like a name inhabiting the tip of my tounge and refusing to spill itself into being voiced.

Nevertheless I would be on watch. The theatre itself was safe enough. Only a fool or a madman would initiate any action in so public a place and none of my known adversaries would qualify for either title. In the end I resolved to exercise patience. If someone had business with me I felt certain they would find an opportune moment in which to conduct it. In the meantime I put Bartlett on the alert to be my second eyes. It wasn't the first time we'd looked out for one another and it probably wouldn't be the last.

I watched the opera like a cat sleeps.

 

[Honey_B]

The chase...

The first act draws to a close with a crash of music from the bullfights, but I am not in my seat. I appear where I will be in Robert's line of sight. At intermission, Robert turns and sees me. Our eyes meet and I say his name. No sound escapes my lips, but to Robert, it will seem as if I have just whispered into his ear, my breath teasing his ear.

I turn and walk slowly out of the main theater and into the corridor. With absolute conviction, I know that Robert follows.

Down the crowded hallway and up a wide stairway. I pause at the top and look back. The determination is written about his face. I smile with sweet promise and turn.

I let him glimpse a scrap of my dress before I disappear into my private box.