Immortal

[MissLusty]

This first para is thought of Eva's

Eva

My first thought upon waking was that I hurt, every bone, every muscle and stretch of flesh ached with the pain of a thousand daggers.
I was disoriented, my surroundings were unfamiliar, foreign. At least at first.
But then, I started to remember, quick lightning flashes, walking to a restaurant, meeting a friend, shy glances at a guy across the room.
Then leaving, not alone, an apartment...this one? Writhing bodies, gasps, naked skin, heat, teeth and then blood. So much of it pouring....into my mouth?
No that couldn't be right.
I crawled off the bed, steadying myself as my legs gave way.
I felt,strangly, almost newly born. An infant taking its first steps in the world.
For half an hour I stood there, eyes focusing, mind clearing.
Eventually I started to notice things. I was cold, so very cold, by flesh felt ultra sensitive, the slightest touch provoking powerful responses.
I waited for what seemed like hours, for the guy to re-appear. To explain to me what happened. My mind has an idea, but I can't allow myself to believe it. There was no such thing. And even if there was I couldn't be one of them.
Could I?
Eventually I concluded that he wasn't coming back.
So I stood at the windows looking out upon the city, thinking both nothing and everything. Wondering how many vampires might be out there and where were they?


It's been two nights since I awoke, alone, changed for eternity. Two nights of confusion, guilt and fear.
I don't know how to survive like this, how to blend in. Except for those times when the hunger becomes too much I stay enclosed in my apartment, isolated. Safe.
It wasn't until later that night that I realized how untrue that turned out to be.

 

[MissLusty]

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Bump

 

[wait2play]

bumping back in the darkness

 

[poohlive]

The truck came to a jarring stop, as Terran looked out on the cold street. His eyes focused in the night, keen on just what could be out there.
"Have you got it all?"
His hands gripped the tools at his side. A gun, just in case, stakes, a few bottles of holy water, and a small pendant around his neck. It was nothing more than superstition, but when fighting the undead, sometimes superstition didn't hurt all that bad.
"I'm ready."
"Good, you're checking out this section. We bagged a vampire here not too long ago, there might be some fledgling's we may have missed. Take them out, understand."
Richard, his older brother, gave him a stern look from across the cab. Terran could feel his face growing blush. His brother didn't have to talk to him so down like this. It was just a simple stupid assignment, he could do it on his own.
"Right," He said, getting out of the truck.
"Don't fuck with up Ter..."
The truck drove into the dark, leaving in its wake just a simple traveller in the night alone.
He took a sniff, knowing somewhere death was on these blocks. He wished he could smell them, but that was too much even for him. Bloodhounds could barely pick up a vampire's trail.
If they were new though, they'd come to the smell of blood. Young and just losing their master, they wouldn't understand anything but the hunger just yet.
Terran took out a knife, and let it slice across his open palm. Blood like the first droplets of rain spilled to the ground.
He waitied, hands on weapons for the creatures of the night to come to him.

 

[Deus Noctus]

Eman

He sighed loudly as he stared down into the warm beer. He heard the woman next to him smile. He took another drink, feeling her look at him. He knew she was drunk, he could smell the alcohol mixed with the scent of her blood.

She had been talking to him all night. From the way she carried on he wondered if she felt as lonely as he did. Eman settles his tab, and hers too. He stands and holds out a hand to her. She takes it, smiling idioticly.

He hates himself. But the urge to survive pushes him to commit the horrendious act over and over.

 

[MissLusty]

Eva

I paced the room, boredom making me antsy. My self imposed prison had begun to chafe and I longed to be free. To walk in the night.
Moving to the open window I glanced upon the moon, the only natural light I would ever see again.
Just then my nostrils flared, catching a faint scent carried by the breeze.
A low growl escaped, small and quite but deadly in its intensity.
There was blood in the air.
Twirling I ran to the door, once out into the street I stopped. Aware of the need to present a normal visage. I allowed my senses to overtake me and lead me to the source.
It wasn't long before I found him.

 

[katalynn]

Elana walked the streets as she normally does. The moon always seemed to bring her to life. Hardly had time for sleep, between work and school, sleep was almost impossible on nights like these. Silver braclets sparkled under the light of the moon, ruby jewel around her neck seemed to glow, though she was wiccan, so it wasn't impossible for it to appear that way. Elana had all the stones within her braclets and necklaces. Each stone meant something different to her. It was a sign for her though, something was amist, about to happen. Only thing is she wasn't quite sure as to where, but it was close.

She had been researching other types of magic, necromancers and along those lines. Didn't mean she would actually play with the dead, just always intrigued her as well, and the red ruby for her, meant it dealt with death somehow. First place Elana went to was the cemetry, wasn't quite sure what drew her there, something seemed to be calling her. Least nagging at her to go there, her curiousity is what made her go. Putting the hood over her head, hiding all the shining silver and gems, soundlessly walking into the graveyard. It was one place Elana had always felt comfortable with anyway, therefor coming here wasn't anything new for her. Also there was always magic here, quiet and peaceful for her to work her own magic. This time, there was something more and it was calling her.

 

[poohlive]

He wondered how long she had been standing there as the shadows opened up to reveal the vampire before him. Terran held up his hand, the wound let a couple of more drops hit the ground, before all of the blood had clotted and turned it into just a dirty sticky hand.
He wiped it as clean as he could, knowing he'd need his other hand in the fight.
"You must be new," His voice came out low, and dangerous, but fear still held the undertone. This would be his first real fight, his first kill.
Sweat trickled down his forehead.
"My name is Terran," he didn't know why he had spoke his name to her just now. There was no need for it. Maybe it was something in her sparkling eyes.
Was she hypnotising him? He didn't know, but his gaze left hers, moving down to her feet as she walked closer. Best be careful.
"I am a slayer, come to end your pain."
A long drawn out sword appeared from behind it. It glittered in the fading moonlight, bright, shiny and deadly. He let is hand by his side, awaiting her to come closer.

 

[MissLusty]

Eva

It was his eyes that drew me in, intense, serious and slightly afraid. As if he knew what I was.
I could have stayed locked with those eyes forever but he averted them and traced my steps as I slowly moved towards him.
It was then that he spoke. His name was Terran and he was here to kill me.
That stopped me cold. In my short time, I had yet to meet anyone who knew of our existence, let alone hunted us.
Just then a glint of silver, sharp and deadlly caught my eye.
I faltered, I didn't know what to do.
Did I really want to continue in this miserable existence?
Alone and unsure.
Maybe what he offered me was the answer.
I tilted my neck to the side slightly, giving him a clear view of my pale neck. Easier access to decapitate.
Now I just awaited his move.

 

[poohlive]

His training made him swift, and accurate. As the blade danced about them, it aimed straight for her turned neck, ready and eager to tear the demonic flesh apart without a second though.
Terran paused though, he hesitated. His hand faltered, and was unsure of the blade in his hand.
It rested on her neck, turned and waiting his death. Terran steadied his grip, but his hand started to shake, and the blade itself shook, unable to finish what he was born to do.
Why had she just let him do this? Was she so young as to not know? Didn't she understand?
Terran had been taught since the earliest of memories to hate and fear all that is vampire. This young pup, the bane of his entire life, stood there, awaiting his judgement, and he didn't even know her name.
Terran could argue there were a hundred reasons why he let the sword fall back to his side. Pity, curiosity, fear, maybe even compassion for another one so young as himself...
But, the only one he could come up with at this moment, standing with a sword by his side, his hand bleeding, in a dark alley with a vampire who could kill him in seconds... was that he didn't know her name.
It was as good an excuse as any, he supposed.
"Is this some sort of game? Who are you? What are you doing here? If you came to die, there are better ways, vampire..."

(may be gone for a few days, don't be frightened. Not leaving the thread, just doing family things for the holidays)

 

[papillon24]

Myra

The city was so quiet in the darkeness as it always was and has been for the past Twenty years. I walked through the darkness looking for my next meal. My hunger was raging. What a time to be picky about what I ate, more like who I ate. I wondered if I would ever meet another bof my kind as I wandered the streeds cold and alone, but that thought soon left my mind.

Across the street I saw my prey. A young girl, she couldn't possibly be more than 15, walked the streets in her fishnets, high heals and short skirt. She looked cold as she pulled her sweat shirt around her shoulders. She looked scared as well. I always love the taste of innocence and fear in my meals. Both were hard to find. Thi one had both.

Slowly i approached her. the sight must have looked odd. I barely look like i was more than eighteen myself but my dress said differently. I always dressed buisness like but with a sexy twist. I held my hand out to her leading her back into the nearby ally handing her a fifty that I had stollen last night from my prey.

I began showing her tenderness as I kissed her and wiped away her tears. Slowly and delicately I struck. The young one barely had a chance to scream before I drained her life from her. I could feel heat flow though my body as her blood coursed though my veins. There I left her, in the ally holding her money, before wandering back to the park for another try.

 

[Adapt]

Seth in the pub

The Rain had continued to shower as the night passed, large droplets of water clashed against skin as he hung, his hands nailed to the cross behind him, his feet seeping of the essence in which he most needed, slowly his eyes slid open, coughing blood as he came to his senses, the trickle of crimson touched upon his lips as the rain mixed with the fluid, making it slid down his chin with ease, looking up from his lowered eyes he could see as the night had not forgiven him, the rain continued to batter at him, tilting his head, he could see the seared nail driven thru his hand, stapling him to the wooden cross behind him, looking down, puddles of water with splashes as the rain continued to fall from the night cloud, with force and intensity his hand jerked and he pulled his hand free from his bindings, again with no barring to strength whatsoever he pulled his feet loose and hopped down from wooden shackle shaking his head, as his hands cupped and the wounds healed with rapid haste, the skin already like new as it finished, again his head shook as he looked up, the droplets of rain slid down his cheeks and drenched his trench coat…

Later that evening the moon had shown itself and finally he walked, defiled graves littering the yard where a beautiful garden dedicated to the dead once stood, now open graves, shallow graves, broken statues, destroyed greenery… a tear felt to caress his cheek as he sees what they had done to his once beautiful garden…

“Bastards…” he whispered, as he fell to his knees, his home, and his garden now no more…

He left, the once beautiful palace a blaze now, his trench coat on his back as he walked away from memories…

Days from the mountain top he came back to a familiar place, the lake, calm and soothing the tree was blooming nicely, white and pink petals rained from it, scattering among the cool breeze as he looked upon the light tint of the moon reflecting off the surface of lake…

“You would have enjoyed tonight Tess” he spoke softly, his eyes shifting back to the tree, a hand rising to place upon the bark…

“You would have defiantly loved it” his words once again soft spoken as he turned to leave, heading towards the city he thought he would never return to…

Opening the door to a local pub, he sighs to himself as the draft of wind beckons the call of many of the patrons to call for it shut, letting the door go it closes on its on with a dull thud, soon being replaced by heavy thuds of his boots, slipping into a booth, his hand taking to the hood of his sweater underneath his coat, pulling it back to reveal a many of rugged beauty…an unshaven beard decorated his cheeks and chin, chiseled cheeks gave away to distinct lips, a brooding manner decorating them tonight, the soft glow of his deep sapphire white eyes never showed thought, but were piercing nonetheless, his hair was slightly on the long side, slightly curled bangs continually dropped over his brow and a constant pushing back kept the strands of hair in check, a deep brown the color as he straighten the unruly strand, his fingers decorated in rings and finger gauntlets, bracelets adorned his wrists…

Soon a waitress arrived, a striking woman, she was quite the beautiful one, dressed in whites and blacks…

“Want something to drink?” she spoke in a deep French accent, her smile giving away to her thoughts of sweet dreams with this man, her smile soon grew to a soft pout as her eyes slit, the gaze of sex was burning at his skin as she awaited what his order would be…

“Water…” he spoke harshly, snapping her out of her sex-drunk trance…

“Wa-water…yes, yes” she stuttered as she snapped back to reality, her eyes once again lifting to him, being met with a look of confusion…

“Something wrong” He asked, his words now soft, near sweet…

“No no” her thick French accent slightly slurred…

“Then please Miss, my water…” he asked once more, his voice commanding, yet still soft, touching of sweet…

Nodding she quickly turned around and quickly headed off to the bar to fix him an iced drink…soon arriving and placing the drink upon the coaster…

“Anything else?” she asked, tilting her head, once again that sexually drunk stare focused on him, the swell of her breasts evident as she inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled, the sound of sweet stutters in her voice as her eyes lingered over the form that sat in the booth, his sea appeal was seemingly dangerous, soon thoughts of sex raced thru her mind as she stood waiting for his order…

“Ummm, lets see…” he continued to torment her, forcing her to stand there and feel his sexual aura wrenching havoc across her body…

“Some of these basket fries seem good, I think I’ll have those” he spoke softly, glancing up at her with those menacing eyes…

“G-good choice” she softly stuttered as she took the menu and slipped away…

The pub was dark, light only by soft green shaded bulbs, a very cozy atmosphere, leaning back, relaxing, his fingers slowly winding around the glass and lifting it to his lips, parting ever so softly to allow the cool taste of water to slide slowly down his throat…

“Finally…alone” he sighed as he gently placed his head upon the window, the nights chill had brought a soft blanket of frost across the street, where not nearly a cat was still roaming…

Soon the waitress had returned, placing the basket of fries in front of him, he offered a warm smile of gratitude as she quickly stepped away, leaving catsup on the table as well, the light illuminated the fries as he began to pick at them, eating one at a time, then sipping his water, he was hungry, but he hungered for something else, the kiss of blood perhaps…

Standing from his seat, he placed a twenty on the table and took the tab up to the cashier, he smiled and offered his hand, he then placed the table and a five in his hand…

“Thank you sir, I trust your meal was good” his accent also thick in French…

“Indeed it was…”He smiled and nodded as he received his change…

“Be wary Sir, tonight is cold” the cashier spoke…

The man nodded and caught a glimpse of the waitress that served him nibbling on her bottom lip as she watched him…

“Mortals” he whispered to himself as he pushed open the door and walked into the cold streets…-

 

[Deus Noctus]

Eman

He stayed out of sight as he watched the hunter. He watched the blade come down to her neck, that beautifully pure neck. He wanted to turn, to not watch, but the draw of seeing blood held his eyes.

The blade stopped, resting against her undead flesh. The hunter lowered his sword. Eman would have rushed forth and killed him, but to kill a hunter was to invite more to kill you. The hunter spoke.

Eman was off at a mad dash, not hearing the words. In the moment that his guard was down, Eman grabbed her, putting her over his shoulder. The hunter bellowed, calling after them as they vanished into the night.

 

[katalynn]

Elana had seen him, hiding in the shadows of the graveyard as she watched the palace burn, this brought tears to her eyes for she loved this place. And to see the graves torn and shattered stones everywhere. Now he was burning the place down?

She had wondered what would have caused him to do such a thing, not knowing that it was someone else that trashed the graves, but knowing it was him that was burning the place down. This was an old place, full of memories and magic. And he was just going to let it burn? Whats wrong with him? Part of her was upset to see such a site, yet, her curiousity got the better of her.

She followed him to some pub. Still keeping her distance. Not wanting him to find out she was following him. Granted she didn't know exactly why she was... Elana was just intrigued by him for some reason. Her cloak being made of wool and raven feathers, it kept her warm and the wind out.

It didn't take him long to come back out from the pub, having this look of disgust on his face, least from where she was it looked like he was disgusted.

Again, she followed him through the streets, keeping to the shadows.

 

[The_Gate_Keeper]

...

Wrong Thread

 

[Adapt]

Seth taking a Walk

Like a breeze he shifted his cloak-like trench coat to blanket him from the shoulders down, sighing deeply as his heavy boots left soft marks upon the snow riffled streets, just now it started to fall, his hand outstretched and he left a flake rest in his hand as it floated from the sky, he looked upon the intricate figure of the snow and sighed to himself as he closed his fist around the flake…

He started walking again, seemed like for hours he made his way thru the streets of the fair city, only the sounds of his boots thudding against the curb and sidewalks…

Running into a poor child he looked down upon the hapless child, he returned the gaze with a look of sorrow in his eyes…

“Mr.…?” the little one spoke softly…

“Can you spare anything…?” he once again pleaded, the man simply looked down to him, a soft smile taking to his lips as the snow continued to blanket his features…

“I do child…” as his hand slid into the pocket of his coat…

“Indeed I do” he smiles more so and pulls out a crisp hundred for the child… the kid’s eyes lit up as he saw what money the stranger had…as money crossed hands a person saw this transaction from but a few feet as he entered the ally…

“Looks as if you have quite a bit of money there” the man chuckled in a brutish Russian accent, two men soon flanking Seth…

“Run child, you should not see this” as tears ran down his cheeks he bolted down the ally, soon running right into Elana…

“Please, You…you have to help him” The child tugged at the females cloak…

“You are making a big mistake Sir” Seth spoke with a strange calm…

A deep laugh coming from the man as a sift balled fist came towards Seth, a hand soon came up fingers wrapped around the balled fist and squeezed, sickening cracking sounds tore thru the ally as the unbridled strength of a vampire shown, sharp splitting sounds as muscle separated from bone in the man’s hand…

“I told you this was not a wise choice” he looked down to the man now on his knees, his teeth gritted so hard his gums started to bleed…

Looking up he was met with a jab across his cheek, yet hardly a stutter step or a flinch, as the second jab came, Seth jerked his arm back and to the side, sending the one to his knees to quickly stand up and receive the jab, signs of surprised ringed in the mans voice as he was clocked with his own lackey’s punch…

“Alright alright” the man took short breaths with his words…

“Just let me go…” tears evident in his eyes as Seth nodded and dropped the man; soon they scuttled away like rats looking for cover…

Stepping back he walked over to the child and the person he ran into, taking a knee for the child’s benefit.

“Child, are you alright?” the kid nodded and smiled…

“Here, find a place warm tonight, ok?” he gave the child an extra hundred, he smiled with glee and went on his way, running with joy to the nearest inn, hardly a pair of shorts on him…

Looking up from his stance “you have been following me?” he spoke in a soft romantic soothing voice…

“May I ask why?” his sapphire eyes showing nothing but questions…

It would be a lie to him to say she didn’t intrigue him, already his aura of seduction was at play, his scent was heavenly as his eyes followed the lines of her curves, it had been a long time since he had been with a female, and this one was certainly a beautiful one, the one at the pub couldn’t match to the one that stood before him…however he always kept a calm demeanor, even if he was aroused he would never initiate…unless he was thirsty…

As his hand came up slightly, he could smell the scent of blood that splattered his hand, it was becoming harder and harder to resist the need to feed, a fresh warm body in front of him now…he shuddered a moment as he finally came to his feet, like a looming statue over her, he stood quite large in stature…

He took a deep swallow as he looked down to her…

“Again, Miss, why have you been following me?” the deep shadow of his cloak now hid his face, save from the split of his lip and the shine of twin fangs just barely kissing the lip of his flesh…His control was dismissing and if soon if this conversation didn’t end, she would be at the end of those fangs-

 

[katalynn]

Elana hid in the alley and watched, though everything still happened to fast. He gave money the child, and the men came. Just all to fast when the child came running into her arms asking her to help the man. As she looked up while sheilding the eyes of the child, she noticed that he didn't need it, it looked as if the men needed it more.

"I think he is alright little one..." She spoke softly, still uncertain of what exactly what was going on, not knowing how much he gave the little one, it was as if the men were preventing him from helping the innocent.

Then he came, towards her and the child. He was much bigger up close than she had realized, she pulled the hood over her head and lowered her face while he spoke to the child, soon the child ran off with more money.

She stood still, fear rising when he spoke to her, though she hid it, least outside she hid it.
At first Elana didn't speak, unsure of how to answer his question, she kept her head lowered as he stood up and asked her again. His scent rising into her, his voice was so... so.. soothing somehow. Oh his scent was driving her to new senses she's never felt before, Elana wanted to ........

She took a deep breath to calm herself and get some focus back.

"It is hard to explain, but something called me the graves and when I got there, saw you and the graves shattered with the building burning. That was my favorite place and you allowed it to burn?"

Her voice was calm despite her fear, and slight anger, her voice was still soft and delicate showing her own questions.

"Why did you let such a beautiful place with so much pow...... "

Bit her lower lip at the word powers, not everyone knows how magic works, they all think it's dark and dealing in evil. But it was not so, not with the type she does.

"Just let burn like you did?"

"I am sorry, I do not wish to cause trouble, just that place meant a lot to me and to see it in shambles and burning. It wasn't pleasing.... Granted I do not know what following you would have done, but, I guess I was hopeing for some answers."

Her voice quieted towards the end of her words, she said what she wanted and now there was no more to be said. Least about the current subject at hand. Elana stilled herself as a shiver ran up her spine, his scent was so awesome, deep nothing she has smelled before. It made her feel different somehow. She noticed one of her ruby gems glowing on her braclet under the cloak, indicating that he was the one that the gem wanted her to find, the one of death. Yet, she didn't want to say anything of course. Elana also didn't know why the gem *chose* him, unless it was warning her of the disturbed graves and just sensed his presence there.

She finally looked up to his face, only to see the blackness of his cloak that hid his face. He did look like death from where she stood, though, she probably did to him as well with her own hood hiding her tears. Now that she finally had the chance to confront him, and remembering how the place was left to burn.

"I should go, I've kept you from your doings long enough."

There was a hint of sorrow, her words softer than before, almost a whisper. She didn't want to leave, but something was lingering in her mind that told her she should.

 

[Adapt]

Seth with the stranger

He examined her, looked her from feet to hair, from shoulder to shoulder…

“Your afraid…” he spoke softly, again his words like angels playing harps as the words swelled from his lips, a hand rose from his side, leather clad finger tips stretched the material softly, the soft creaking leather made as it was stretched echoed softly thru the snow covered ally, as they rose he smiled, his digits contacting her chin just barely, curving against her cheek, feeling the soft blush he induced in her, his touch was soft, under the clad of leather, just the touch of his glove felt so good, warm, inviting, he could feel as the damp of her tear slid down her cheek and upon his glove, the simple act turned her solitary tear into a crystal, the shine of her sorrow echoed in its drab appearance, yet it was beautiful nonetheless…

“I had to…” he spoke once more…

“If I was to keep the place as it was, they would have returned and defiled the place once more…you saw the men, clad in red’s…” he spoke softly, yet harshly as he mentioned the situation…

“I know that was my home and I allowed all into my garden, al who wanted to relish the feeling of un-life, the feeling of cold bringing so much joy, an eternity of life to feel love and happiness, but they threaten to take that away from me…Yes it was a place of power, the power I once held to much my contentment…” his words soon fell mute as he lowered his head, his leather clad digits pulled from her and the crystal slid, soon shattering across the stone workings of the pavement…

As his hunger grew so did the potency of his aura, his scent was like that taken from the angels themselves, the touch of his glove across her cheek as it felt were sure to leave burning trails of passion and desire against her skin, he inhaled deeply as he continued to look at her, the scent of her blood was strong, powerfully, exhaling in short breaths made him savor the scent of her, crimson mixed with a splash of sexuality…

Slowly his tongue slid from his lips, across his fangs, polished, as his tongue slid across his lower lip to control his thirsty…

Eyes shutting tightly, looking up quickly as she stepped from him, his hand reached fro her wrist and his shoulder slammed into a door, soon in closed with a loud thud, throwing her upon the measly cot in the back room of a kitchen, closed after hours now…

Leaning in ever so close, his lips barely making a trail across her slender pastel flesh toned neck, his tongue sneaking out just to taste her as his fangs glided across her pure skin, the weight of seduction was strong now, as he removed a gloved, lethal finger tips glided down her cheek, burning a trail of heated lust across her now blushed skin, he didn’t know if it was from fear or lust, looking down to her, he didn’t want to harm her, she was no ordinary bystander he could just drain, she was different…

 

[katalynn]

Elana could sense it now, sense his hunger. She didn't know how or why this was happening, she just knew. His touch melted her in ways no other could, course no other has ever touched her to begin with. Such a cold a night and his touch brought much pleasure, full of heated passion. She noticed her own tear shatter to the ground as he slowly pulled his hand away from the cheek that was now aching for his touch once again. Pulled the hood from her head, revealing silky, raven black hair, the length was hidden in the cloak. The way it framed her delicate face, made it look like her hair replaced the hood, only without hiding her face. Emerald green eyes looked up to him as she spoke with extreme ease and calmness;

"And you are of the dead.. I do not fear the other world, why would I fear you?"

Was all she could whisper just before he pulled his hand back, soon she wasn't so afraid. He did not speak, Elana could feel his aura rising greater with each moment she stood there. Just when she was about to walk away, she felt him grab her wrist and pull her into the room that is, her breathing quickened with her heart racing from slight fear of what he is capable of. Also with new found lust at the way he looked at her. His touch continued to make her weak with great desire, the way he caressed her face was magic in itself. His scent overpowering her ways she only dreamt of. He was so close, pressing against her to keep her there was more welcoming than she thought possible. Elana fellt the fangs, his fevered breath shallow with hunger and lust against her skin, she couldn't help but let out a moan of slight pleasure.

"You have not fed recently have you?"

Was as if she knew what he was and she was no longer afraid of him. Everything about him felt wonderful, she wanted more. Almost feeling as if she needed to protect him from something. Elana leaned her head more to the side, exposing the tender flesh of her pale neck. Her desire to have him was rising greatly, passion and lust she has never felt before overtook her thoughts. The heavenly scent that poured from him just made her yearn for him, to ache for more of his touch. Elana wanted kiss him, though it felt incredible to have him tease at her slender neck. His hot breath, the ever so light touch of his fangs and lips made her shiver with extreme desire.

She embraced him closer and tightly, she was happy that he didn't let her go that easy. Even if this may be her last night..... Somehow she just knew....

 

[katalynn]

farglesnottz ~

 

[Adapt]

Seth

Oh her skin was so soft at the touch, his tongue ran a course towards her chin and he tasted nothing but the sweetest of flesh, a soft moan escaped his lips as he pressed them to her, traveling up her chin and finally breaking away…

“Yes, it has been a while since I fed…” he spoke softly, the winds of his voice softly laying upon her ears, his lips slowly forming to her own lips as he pressed an endearing embrace of lips to her, his breathing came swallow and quick as the rise of temptation stirred him, his hand slid up to pass thru her soft locks, a slight grab, but only to move the stray strands from her cheeks, his other hand, now bare, a digit caressed the vein that ran down her neck, tender soft tipped, ecstasy laced finger tips ran a slow course down to her collar bone, followed but the hot trail of his lips slowly retracing his finger, leaving a trail of smoldering desire in its wake…

His hot breathing came with a consequence, rattling nerves, heightening sensation…

His digits drew across the collar of her material, pulling at it, he ripped her clothing open in the slightest…

“No…I cant do this…” he looked up to her, deep sapphire eyes actually showing a hint of sorrow now as he raised himself, her body looked ravishing laid out on the cot in such, he could think of many ways he would like to have her, his breathing still shallow cause of the intimate lock of eyes…

Shaking his head slightly…

“I can only ask for your forgiveness…but I must” he slide more so one the cot with her, looking down to a beautiful form as he leaned closer to her, his hand caressing her cheek, beckoning her to once again show her neck, as fangs grew closer, he could smell the soft innocent of virgin blood that coursed thru her veins…

With the entirety of his cloak bathing the two his hand was felt against her thigh riding her skirt up, his torso leaned down to softly rest against her as he softly pecked kisses against her slender neck…

 

[poohlive]

After a moment, Terran blinked, wondering just what had happened. It was all a blur, so fast, and yet, he had seen every impossible second. Another vampire, a strong one. Not her creator? Could it have been?
He ran in the direction he thought they might have gone, out behind an alley. He screamed to stop, wanting to know more, or kill him. One or the other. The decision was still fresh in his mind.
He couldn't follow them, though. Not as a human.
But, as a slayer?
He stopped, letting himself calm down, relax. His muscles eased their tightened hold on him, calming and sending his mind out to somewhere humans might have been aware of, but certainly weren't familiar with.
Somewhere between the realm of ESP and a sixth sense. It really wasn't though, it was just using all of his other senses in a way no one really had before. Using them like a tracker, after it's prey.
And he was after his prey.
He caught her scent, something cold and yet inviting. Like soft apple blossoms on a frost bitten spring morning. At once he was after them, the shadows of the night opening up, and revealing their secrets.
He couldn't catch up to the man, unless he slowed down, but he could follow, and then fight for what was his.
The woman pulled at him. He didn't know why, but there was something about her he couldn't understand, a unique mystery that made him want to lick his lips.
Above all though, he just wanted to know her name. That was a start. The rest, could be spoke of later, but now...
Just her name.
He ran fast, as fast as he could, the sword out and ready.

 

[Deus Noctus]

Eman

After ten minutes of going at top speed, he slowed. The woman over his shoulder was limp, and made no sounds. He halted in a deserted parking lot. He was breathing hard, an involuntary reaction. He forced himself to stop breathing and listened.

The sound was faint at first, and growing closer at an alarming rate. Shit, Eman thought. The cold air stung his dead lungs as the ache of his muscles forced him to breath again. He raced along the sidewalk, the night was young and his, no their, best chance was to out run the hunter.

Fear pang in his chest as the sound of the hunter closed in. This part of downtown was deserted at night, and the buildings were close together. Eman lept onto a nearby fire-escape. I have to lose him.

 

[katalynn]

Elanas' eyes closed to relish the fevered lust he was driving into her. Never once allowed herself to get this close to another, here she was, with a complete stranger, lost in clouded desire for him. Her heart pounding with the unknown, he could do anything to her. Her being a mere mortal he should have no thought as to what he would do.....

For some reason he pulled back for a moment, admitting that he hasn't fed in sometime, acting like he wanted to stop but it has gone to far for him to stop. The kiss he placed on Elanas lips made her whimper softly in the kiss, it didn't hurt, it just made the sparks fly down her spine, the heat that was forming between her thighs grow. Made her feel sensations that she never thought were possible to feel. Suddenly he asked Elana for forgiveness, laying next to her continuing with his teasings, his tauntings for more.

"There.... is nothing to forgive...."

Breathless whispers escaped from her lips while she rolled her head to the side once more. Making her slender throat taunt him to feed, his hand now caressed her body causing her to writhe beneath him. Elana debated if she should tell that she has never been with another, though she didn't wish to break this moment either.....

Her legs parted slightly on instinct at the feel of his hand at her thighs, moaning deeply for him to continue with her slow movements.

"You... need to feed.... I will forgive you if you feed from me..."

Whispered softly with so much desire, the fangs that caressed her delicate skin was driving her to higher peaks that were yearning to be reached. The lustful passion was driving her fear out, the fear that this may be her last night which lingered deeply in the back of her mind. Again, his touch, his scent, his soft soothing voice drove the fear from her with each passing second.

"I.... I've never ...... Please, don't allow it to be painful...."

Elana spoke softly, trying to tell him that she was a virgin, but the words she wanted to say didn't come. Turned her head to look into his beautiful sapphire eyes, her own telling him more than her own words could say. Elana showed no fear of death, she knew she couldn't fight him, even if she did get away, if she wanted to, he would hunt her down if he wanted her bad enough. Elana only now feared the possible pain that she may endure from his feeding........ And whatever else he may decide to do....

She placed both her hands to his face, caressing lightly over his own silky skin, suprisingly it was warm to the touch. Lightly pulled his head down to hers causeing their lips to meet once again, her soft tongue gliding over his sharp fangs only excited her more.

 

[Adapt]

Seth

As lips met to hers, he could feel as she pursued his promise of un-life, how her tongue rolled softly over his fangs, he could feel the sweet intent on the tip of her teasing tongue, leaning against her more so, his lips softly pressed to her as he leaned forward, pushing the hem of her skirt up, light pleasure imbued fingers ran softly across the hem line of her undergarment, stirring feelings of warmth as his hands pressed flatly to her taut firm waist…

He smiled as her soft words, his other hand tilting her head softly…

“You have my word you will not feel the slightest of pain…” his promise was as solid as the golden statues at the gate of heaven…

Pulling up slightly, a short flicker of fingers and his wrist sent the coat flying towards the ground…the shirt he wore outlined every single definition of his muscular form, defiant biceps swelled as he dropped to his elbows, his bangs falling to teases her forehead as he moved, the sensual pressing of lips led his fangs down to her neck, drawing them closer to her, a prick at first sent unbelievable waves of sexual submission thru her milky skin, not even imagination could prepare her for the full penetration of his fangs…

The room was quite, save for the soft tones of there voices, it was dark save for their glowing eyes and her glowing jewelry, his hand had slid now from her waist to her inner thigh, beckoning her to pull wider, his fingers then tracing the lip of her womanhood up and down under her garment, the tease of the touch was utterly mind-wracking, the full pleasure of it was robbed by the material that sheltered her womanhood…

Leaning more so forward, his fangs pressing slightly more so, drawing the slightest of blood, letting it seep into his mouth, the taste of her crimson liquid was pleasing, maybe to much, he shuttered in utter ecstasy had the taste, never had he had such sweet blood, virgin blood couldn’t match the pure bitter-sweet taste her life giving fluid provided…

He drove them more, sending shocks of lust and electric passion to flow thru out her form…

It was his natural sexuality, his fangs had always been coated in a deep clear colored liquid that made up his saliva, a liquid that always sent the electric pulses of the brain to fire much faster, his victims never died of blood loss, contrary, they always died to over-stimulation…

If she could live thru this…

He would defiantly not want to pass her…

He pants more so as he sucked softly against her skin, the passion mark soon turned a deep purple around her wound as he drained her from the fevered sucking…

Soon his fingers curled around the crotch of the panties, pulling them aside to the junction between her thigh and hip, exposing her to the lethal touch of his bare fingers…