Night bright

[papillon24]

OOC:I wanted to see if I could start this idea again. It is getting close to all hallows eve and I would like a little more fantasy in my life.you might remember this.

Please PM me before joining I don't want more than 6 vampires but all victims are welcome. Keep it dark and sensual. No more than 3 posts a day as well.

IC:Ahh...the lights , the commotion, the beauty of this night. How she loves this place. This modern city was alive. C'est Paris! Cest 1895. The revollution of artists had begun. Small plays had begun all over the city and the streets were alive at night.

Through the festivities one wondered alone. Everyone knew her but there were no friends to walk with her. Her name was Clara. An Immortal. Her eyes were deep with the years she had lived and all who saw knew it. How the years had passed so slowly in her lonliness. Her maker was gone. He had been missing since a few days after her rebirth, four-hundred years ago.

She walked along the busy streets watching the mortals watched her back. The gently corseted black satin dress accented her petite frame perfectly as she moved throught the crowd.

It had been hard to concel her identity with her vibrant green eyes and long midnight black hair for all the years. And still after all tis time she longed for her maker. Thought the people she look and searched every night for his pressesnce.

"My love, where are you, why did you leave?" The words drifted off her tongue and into the wind in wispers.

 

[Rock n Scissors]

Synahgogue
233 yr old, black hair, 6'3"


His dark, seedy past walked with him like a shadow of delicate lies, his face frozen in the shadows of his black hooded cloak. Peering from beneath the wool garment, his eyes shifted up and down the streets, carefully focusing on the flesh that presented itself in human form. Over the sounds of laughter, celebration and music he could hear the dull beating of a thousand hearts, calling to his desires and begging to be delivered. His thirst starved for attention, his mind trapped in an endless circle of bloodlust.

The city thrived into the darkened hours, providing an endless supply of home grown sheep for those who reveled in the blood tasting rituals. Like twisted veins leading to the heart, the streets meandered through the outskirts to the center of the city.

Slipping down a deserted alley, the sounds of his boots hitting the cobblestone sent an ominous echo off the brick walls. Like the sounds of a rhythmic war drum announcing the arrival of death, he breezed through the shadow filled corridor and into the foliage covered park beyond. There he froze, inhaling the warm night air, his eyes scanning the surroundings for the first sign of life.

 

[AngelOfDarkness]

Taylor

20 years old, 6'2, fit muscular body, messy brown hair, bright blue eyes

Taylor was just an average guy in most ways. He was a jock in high school and partied and drank his way through as if life were a big game. Of course, he had barely passed and had fallen flat on his face after graduation. He had a somewhat lengthy record of petty offenses and constantly spent time explaining his situation to sarcastic police officers. One thing he had always counted on in his life was his beautiful girlfriend Heather.

Shortly after the two started dating when they were 17, Taylor's single mother disowned him (for good reasons) and he frantically searched for a job and a place to stay. Without thinking twice, Heather and her family took him in and they grew to be best friends, along with boyfriend and girlfriend. Heather was everything Taylor wasn't: she was a brilliant, dedicated college student, a devoted Christian, a passionate artist, a virgin on principle, and a kind, compassionate person. Taylor couldn't compare to her and never knew how he got to be with her; maybe she felt bad for him. Whatever it was, after they graduated, the two moved into an apartment together. Taylor worked during the day while Heather went to school. He always trusted her as the rock in his distorted life.

But eventually she grew sick of it all: sick of his drinking, his manic depression, his low paying job, his self-mutilation, the drugs he sometimes used, and everything he had become. When she was finally sick enough, she kicked him out. Of course, he hadn't realized what he had done until he did it. Deep down in his disfunctional head, he knew he loved her, but he couldn't pull himself together to prove it.

Two days later, he still wandered the streets of this vast city, heartbroken and dumbstruck. He hadn't eaten, slept, worked, or found alcohol since she broke up with him and all he could think of was ways to get her back. Exhausted, he finally collapsed on a populated street corner, too lost to notice the people tripping over him. He curled his arms around his knees and watched the people go by, trembling from cold and withdrawl. He carefully rocked himself to sleep; a twenty year old kid on the corner in a huge city. He didn't know what to do with himself and didn't care at the moment. Maybe he could fall asleep and die on this corner.

 

[papillon24]

Clara

As she wandered her thirst of the night grew stronger. the longing did as well. This city was alive and ready for feasting. So may came to Paris for some reason or another but most came to escape with nothing left, physically or emotionally.

clara could smell the excitement and the life that corsed through the bodies of these immortals. She wandered looking for he next victim.

Then the scent hit her. The scent of hoplessness and depression. She pitied the one who's life was unbearable. Down the streets she wandered to find this mortal. this was the meal she wanted tonight.

Through the crowd Clara spotted the soul. Her lith frame seemed to float towards the huddled mass. No one thought twice of her approaching. she look as if she was barely 25, although she had seen about fourhundred and twenty summers pass by.

"Why now are you all alone when the city of paris is alive ?" The words escaped her mouth like golden velvet. Her hand reached out gently brushing against his face awakening him from his sleep.

 

[AngelOfDarkness]

Taylor

A soft brush on his face woke him from his fitfull sleep. A beautiful woman stood before him, but something was wrong, he felt something stronger about her. He was more afraid of her than attracted to her. "Fucking idiot," he said to himself, "No one's afraid of tiny women." He stood up to his full height and hoped his strong body was enough to fool this mysterious woman and she wouldn't see his messed up insides. He stared intently at the ground.

"I uhhh, I don't know what I'm doing here. I guess I'm just kinda wondering around until I find a nice alley to sleep in." He gave her a weak, painful grin, hoping it would make her think of this as a joke. In all actuality, it wasn't far from the truth. He huddled his arms around his chest.

"Might as well take the initiative," he thought, "it'll take me off gaurd." "So, you asked me and I answered. But what are you doing here all alone?"

 

[papillon24]

Clara

He stood to be about half a foot taller than her at full height.

"Ahh, my dear, I am always alone. " A slight laugh escaped her lips as she spoked.

"Come and walk with me, Then neither of us will be alone in this fine city." She looped her arm though his and pulled him close and along with her down the road making sure to hide her gaze from him. That would be for later to make him stay a little longer.

Thought the allys they wandered till they came to the river banks.

"Is this city not a beautiful one? How can one not love being here?"

 

[AngelOfDarkness]

Taylor

He was so confused. Out of nowhere, this woman had found him on the street corner and now she was asking him to walk with her. "She's not Heather, she's not Heather!" his heart screamed at him, but something told him to go with her. There was some abnormal aura about her that he wasn't sure was truth or his lack of sleep and starvation.

He listened intently to every word she said, he couldn't help it. She was, after all, very beautiful and Heather had said she didn't ever want to see him again. It wouldn't hurt to just walk with her through the city. He wanted to find out more about her. He sensed something about her; she was the perfect combination of danger and excitement When she commented about the city, he found himself at a loss for words.

He glanced about the brightly lit buildings and flocks of people. Godamnit, everything reminded him of her. He found himself aching with pain and his eyes clouding over with tears. It was the first time he had soberly thought about the situation. "Yes, you're right, it is a beautiful city," he said, blinking away the evidence of a break in his masculinity. Though he now realized that he often looked like a fool, he still liked to pretend he was solid as a rock.

"So, where are we walking to?" he asked with a grin. For a woman looking no older than 25, she was awfully confident.

 

[papillon24]

Clara

She watched in amazement as he held back the pain and anger. For a moment she thought that she could read his thoughts. she felt him in every way.

Ever since the beginging Clara like the idea of toying with her prey. Knowing what was on their hearts and souls so she could take that in along with their life.

"So, where are we walking to?"

"We walk...here for the moment" his questions had caught her off gaurd. Not many ever questioned he motives

Along the river they walked watching the people pass by along with the commotion.

"I felt you back there Taylor" Her eyes seemed to glow as she watched the amazment on his face."Yes I know your name and you will not fear me for knowing just that, now come and follow wherever i will take you"

She led him a little farther down the river banks and up alittle allyway. There Clara then led him to a little apartment. Up three flights of staris they walked slowly. She seemed happy at the willingness to come with.

Then to the room. it was a lovely apartment filled with crushed red velvet on the walls and black sating on the bed and draped on the windows. Out the large double windows was a small balcony that looked out to the city and focused on the Sacre coeur.

"Welcome to my home" her eyes glowed as a suductive smile came to her face

 

[AngelOfDarkness]

Taylor

She knew what his name was and she was telling him what he was going to do. Even if he was a twenty year old kid who only had one important girl in his life, he knew women. And he knew that a normal woman wouldn't usually come up to a random guy, already knowing his name, and tell him that he was going to follow her where ever she went. Something was up with her; he knew she had motives. But still, some mysterious power pulled him to her.

Obediently, he followed her up the stairs and into her apartment. Shutting the door behind them, she welcomed him to her home. He grew nervous as he glanced around at the small, beautifully decorated living room. Though there was nothing to see, Taylor could feel hands reach out and grasp him, pulling him towards the seductive woman before him. In seconds, he stood just inches away from her, their bodies nearly touching. He felt her strength and wanted to move but couldn't.

Closing the gap, her small hands brushed against his hips then up to rest lightly on his muscular chest. Though physically he was much bigger than she, he felt like an ant under her gaze; a specimen being viewed from all angles as if for approval. His big blue eyes searched out hers and tried to take hold of them, but her seductive gaze held something much more frightening than desire and he looked away. Chills now darted up and down his spine and he was visibly shaken.

"Wha-What do you want?" he stammered.

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Dommenica

Petite but fiesty Italian girl just moved from New York City; short thick brown hair and large brown eyes; New York accent

Dommenica stripped out of her neon waitressing dress to reveal her more typical attire: short black skirt, black stocking, deep red shirt. For a single city girl, she was extremely classy and lived by her own rules. She was fiesty and outspoken, a natural drama queen. Now 25, she moved here to start a new life. And this waitressing gig was just temporary until she pursued her real dream, acting. She knew she was ready for her starring role but New York City didn't seem to think so; fuck them anyway.

Braving the frigid weather, she left the restaraunt and ducked into the winds to begin her long walk home. She didn't mind the distance though; the walk gave her time to relax and think. On normal nights, she strolled through a beautiful park, gazing at the beauty of the dark. This night was no different and she barely took notice to a dark man alone on a path. She was not a jumpy or frightful girl and she'd lived in the city long enough to not get bent out of shape when she saw a man. She disreguarded him with a fleeting glance, "Got alotta crazy fucks around here."

 

[Rock n Scissors]

Synahgogue

The scent of flesh filled his senses, the sound of a lone heartbeat thumping in his mind. Standing off to the side of the path, he watched intently as the young woman walked briskly towards him. Glancing around, there were no other signs of life in the park. His mind tingled at the thoughts of sinking his fangs deep into the soft skin of her neck.

He looked on curiously as the female did not seem to be bothered by his rather ominous presence. For two hundred years he’d walked the streets and rarely met someone that wasn’t at the least, disturbed and nervous about his presence. But this one was different, she walked with a swagger and confidence that intrigued Synahgogue more than the others.

With the black hooded cloak still firmly secured around his body, he gazed out at her as she walked by. Their eyes met and he embraced the moment of thought exchange. He wanted her, for she was stronger than most and bore a striking resemblance to his love of the ages, Jentilian.

Watching as she continued past him, she never passed a glance over her shoulder and paid little attention. Waiting until she was a hundred feet away, he began the stalk, his mind slugging through a state of raw temptation and hunger.

Following her for a few minutes, Synahgogue trailed her as she finished walking through the chilly evening air. Like a beacon on a foggy night, her dull heart beat kept his senses tuned and his sense of direction intact. There was little foot traffic, the shadows casting out a series of concealing locations.

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Dommenica

Completing her walk home, she jogged up the fire escape to her apartment. The first time she had actually used the stairs, the elderly folks on the first floor had complained about how late it was. This was sure a hell of alot different than New York. Searching in her purse for her keys, she took a look around, admiring the view from the very top of the building. She always thought cities were beautfiul at night. Finding her keys, she took one last deep breath of the fresh air and turned the doorknob, entering her tiny apartment.

Though most would think it was stuffy, she thought of it as cozy. It was just the perfect size for her. She had her living room/kitchenette, her bedroom, and her bathroom, and that was enough for her. And the rent was decent. What she couldn't get over was her favorite part of the building. Changing into her velour (sp?) sweat suit, she again ascended the fire escape to the roof of her apartment building, where she had set up a water-proof chair, table, and cot.

They were only plastic lawn furniture, but it's not like she lived on the roof, and for nights like this, bringing a few blankets up and watching the stars made her feel like a part of heaven. She curled her small body into the chair and set the alarm on her watch, careful not to fall asleep on the roof. With that, she began to doze.

 

[papillon24]

Clara

She pulled him in close and let her delicate hands linger on his chest. Her tiny frame looked to be overpowered by his.

"Are you frightened of me?" her voice was soft and sudeuctive. this one was resisting a bit.

At that she pulled away and went over to the bed to sit. With slow movements clara removed her cape to reveal a tight sating dress of black and a small silver chain around her neck.

On the bedside table she arranged the basket of fruit and some chease. To that was also added a bit of bread.

"come over here. Come sit. Warm yourself and eat." She patted the spot on the bed next to her.

 

[Rock n Scissors]

Synahgogue

Hiding in the deep shadows on the west side of the street, Synahgogue watched the woman climb the steps of the fire escape and entered her apartment. His throat was parched, his hunger running rampant through his body.

Breezing across the street, he quietly climbed the fire escape. Scanning the surroundings for any sign of movement, the evening air held a deadly silence. Continuing to climb, he stepped off onto the flat concrete roof of the complex.

Glancing around, he spotted a table and chair along with a small cot. The skies were littered with a billion stars, the black stretched tightly from one horizon to the other. The three-quarters moon hung like a giant yellow orb to the west, watching over the quiet streets that now dominated the inner city.

Hearing footsteps, Synahgogue stepped behind an rusting air duct vent, concealing himself from view. Watching with a heightened interest, a figure emerged onto the roof and he quickly realized it was the lady he was stalking.

She looks so much like Jentilian

The sight of her thick brown hair and olive toned skin brought memories of his love back to the forefront of his thoughts. His mind flashed through image after image of her soft face and her warm smile.

She promised that one day she would return…?

His mind began entertaining those last words she whispered to him, their last night together. Staring at the woman on the roof, he began to privately wonder if this was Jentilian, and fate had brought him to her.

The beautiful creature on the roof had taken to the chair, wrapping herself tightly in a blanket. After a few minutes of quiet passed, the young lady looked to be asleep. He could hear the slow and soft thump of her heart, digging back into his wretched desires.

Overcome with a desire to cast gaze upon her pretty face, he slowly stood to his feet and watched for any reaction. Getting nothing, he began to slowly approach her, the thud of his heavy boots hitting the concrete roof. Convinced his charm would serve well should she awake, he continued to approach her.

Standing next to the sleeping creature, synahgogue devoured the sight of her soft flesh. His heart fluttered rapidly as he softly pulled aside the blanket to see her face.

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Dommenica

Slowly, her eyes fluttered open. She couldn't have been more suprised to see the dark man from the park standing infront of her. Immediately, the bitchy little Italian in her took over.

"What the fuck?! Jesus Christ you scared the shit outta me! You don't live here, I've never seen you here before so I know you don't live here. What the hell are you doing here?" Her hands waved frantically as she paced the rooftop in tight circles, roaring her disapproval. "If ya wanted to come home with me you coulda just stopped and asked, ya know? Ya didn't hafta follow me and scare the fuck outta me. How the hell did you follow me home anyway? I woulda seen you. Have you, been like, stalking me? Jesus Christ!"

Her words spilled out fast and furious as she contemplated pushing him off the roof. Nah, then she'd be responsible for murder and he hadn't really given her grounds for self defense yet. She'd wiat a little bit. Spent, she brought her small hands to her hips and glared indignantly at the stranger. "Who the hell are you anyway?"

 

[AngelOfDarkness]

Taylor

He really felt sick. Everything seemed so wrong, but she held a power over him. He realized, with a saddened heart, that he didn't control his own fate; whatever she asked of him he would do, by his own will or hers. Following her over to her bed, he hesistated. He stared at her suspiciously, looking for visible conformation of his fears. But there were none. She wanted him to sit, so he sat.

He abandoned her question about his fear and nervously sat down beside her, carefully keeping his muscles coiled and ready to spring should he need to. He warned himself not to relax. God how he wished he were drunk. He started to think that maybe he was, and this was just a strange side effect. "I'm not hungry," he found himself whispering, despite the raging hunger burning in his abdomen.

He looked over to her, expecting some kind of turning point. She hadn't just brought him here to fed him and warm him up, she wanted something. And he felt that she would let him know what it was very soon.

 

[Rock n Scissors]

Synahgogue

The woman awoke startled, and began a verbal undressing of Synahgogue. Even in the heightened state of anger, she looked beautiful, his mind toying with thoughts of ripping her vocal chords out of her throat at that very second. Listening intently, he allowed the woman to ramble on for several moments, before she inquired into his identity.

Who the hell are you anyway?

Grinning slightly, he extended a firm hand towards the woman, "I am Vincent." His gesture seemed to have a mild calming effect upon her, though her sense of hostility was still elevated. Gazing into her eyes, he could see Jentilian in this beautiful creature. The same soft skin, the same healthy hair and the eyes that weren’t so common were all working towards convincing his twisted mind that this was the return of his lost love.

"You seem so familiar to me," he said in a soft voice, "Do you know Jentilian?

With a puzzled look, the lady shook her head. Feeling a surge of power and heat, Synahgogue began to feel the pains of hunger, the low beat of her heart stroking his desires forward. Her skin looked so tasty, her feisty attitude presenting a challenge.

Running a hand through his slicked back hair, he smiled again, "Have you ever danced with the dead?

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Dommenica

Dommenica's anger subsided almost as quickly as it had come about. Of course, she was still a little pissed and suspicious of a man following her home and onto her rooftop, but who was she to judge? She grinned and her eyelashes fluttered as he introduced herself and, likewise, she did the same.

When he brought up the name Jentilian, a flashback of a woman from long ago crossed through her mind. Though she could not relate to the name, telling the man so, she recalled an incident from her past. Just a child, a woman looking so much like her mother had beckoned her by name while she was walking home from school. She spent a few days with her, never frightened or confused, though she understood that she was not her mom. Somehow, the woman evoked a sense of calm in her. When she had finally returned home, she had told her mother what the woman had told her to say: she had been with a friend. Strange though, now she couldn't remember exactly what had happened or why the woman had taken her.

"Oh well," she thought. She couldn't understand why the name Vincent mentioned had reminded her of this. Surely, the woman had never mentioned her name. Calmed by the unusual man, she smiled up at him. He was much larger than she.

"You can call me Meeka," she smiled, "and no, I don't remember having danced with the dead. But if you're offering me this chance, by all means..." She waved her hand in her natural gesturing habit and used a mock formal voice. She really was a drama queen.

 

[Rock n Scissors]

Synahgogue

Let out a brief chuckle, Synahgogue could see the wit in charm in this one was strong. Taking hold of her hand, he pulled the young woman to her feet before him, his eyes cast down upon her beauty. Taking a few stutter steps and spinning her around by the hand, he mocked an old dance he knew for a moment, a gesture she found both amusing and humorous.

Smiling, he instantly produced a bouquet of roses with a flick of his wrist, a charming moment no doubt. Glancing at the smile on her face and disbelief in her soft eyes, he whispered in her direction.

…"do you like magic?"

Nodding her head in awe, she could see the strong figure dancing in and out of the shadows. Watching him in an almost child like game, she was shocked when he appeared behind her, his strong hands softly coming to rest on her shoulders. After the startled young woman jumped, she turned her head slightly to the east.

Leaning in, his lips came to her ear, his senses inhaling all of her he could take. From the smell of her seductive perfume to the raw smell of her skin, his thirst was growing and his heart raced. Softly whispering in a convincing voice, his eyes undressed her.

"…I can show you things you’ve never dreamed of."

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Dommenica

He was a strange one, what's for sure. But strange as he was, he was kind and humorous and seemed to have a soft, gentle edge around him. He had made her smile, and that, she figured, was good enough. She wasn't stupid though; she knew what he wanted. Or atleast she thought she did; vampires wanting to feed on her didn't come around too often. She knew what he wanted but she wanted it too. She was a classy girl, but she certainly didn't mid having a little fun once in a while.

Using her small frame to her advantage, she turned, closed the gap between them and slipped into his strong arms, cuddling against his body. She looked up into his dark face and to the glittering stars beyond. Still, she didn't understand how two things so extremely different could exist beautifully in the same world. Smiling inwardly, she rested her head against his muscular chest and gracefully guided her delicate hands under his shirt to brush his abs.

 

[Rock n Scissors]

Synahgogue

Wrapping the woman’s small frame in his arms, Synahgogue felt a sense of homecoming. Understanding her natural impulse was to flee, she couldn’t fight against a moment where she might be taken to a place of immortality and perfection.

Glancing down into her eyes, they reflected of a story yet untold. A quiet rush of warmth scaled his spine, his heart beating faster and faster. Slipping his lips onto the soft skin of her neck, he was momentarily hypnotized by the smell of her raw flesh. Embracing the sickness he bore till death, his senses radiated with hunger.

This was his lost love, it had to be

Hesitating no longer, Synahgogue buried his sharpened teeth through the woman’s skin, puncturing into her raw flesh and veins. Her neck spilled the red wine into his mouth, filling him with euphoria and causing him to sink in deeper. Her loud moans were drowned out by the traffic on the street below, her resistance futile.

Locked tightly onto her jugular area, his lips and tongue fought hard to extract her vital resources so necessary for his survival. Wrapping his arms around her tighter, he could feel her body beginning to go limp, a sign the transfer was going as planned.

Before long she will sleep…and when she arises, her immortality will be unquestioned

Finishing the feast, he whipped across his chin and mouth with the sleeve of his cloak, leaving a dark red stain on the garment cuff. Staring around, the rooftop was still motionless, with only the stars and moon witness to his sinister devouring.

Gently laying her limp body back into the chair, he felt invigorated and satisfied for the moment. His biceps bulged in a show of force, his face contorted in pleasure at the feeling of her warm offerings coating his throat and stomach. Glancing at her wound, two puncture marks told of her fate.

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Dommenica

As his lips moved to her throat, she had a strange sense that she knew what was going to happen vut couldn't stop it. Certainly, this is not what she had assumed he'd followed her. Like most men who chased her before, she'd figured he wanted sex. But she should have know. How could she call herself an actress if she didn't even know that dark men in all black were vampires.

Though all these thoughts amused her calm mind, she found her body struggling. She was going to die; she couldn't understand why she wasn't scared or fighting for her life. It didn't seem like death at all. It seemed more like he was singing her a lullaby and rocking her to sleep. "It's not so bad..." she thought as she drifted out of conciousness.

When she woke up, she looked around curiously. Sure that her life wasn't good enough to deserve heaven, she expected hell, or maybe even purgatory. But this wasn't either. What stared her in the face when she rose was her own rooftop. So she didn't die? "What did you do to me?" she asked of the same dark man with the red stained lips.

 

[Rock n Scissors]

Synahgogue

The young woman drifted in and out of consciousness for the next fifteen minutes before apparently regaining her senses. She wore a drugged out and puzzled look, obviously grasping to understand what was transpiring. Synahgogue kept a careful eye on her, a new found feeling of conquest dwelling deep in his putrid soul.

When the young woman spoke, her slow words rolled out in the form of a hesitant question, "What did you do to me?"

Taking several deep breaths of the cool evening air, his eyes sparkled with delight. Wearing a look of deep thought for a moment, he flashed an ominous grin before embarking on a short, but fiery sermon that began with his repeating of her question.

"What did you do to me?" he replied in rhetorical fashion, his hands moving with his words.

"I have given you the greatest gift that one can bestow upon another…immortality. No longer will you walk the earth, fearful of the day your old and brittle bones will crumble under your own weight! No longer will you sleep at night, dreaming of the vile infections and diseases that wither at the flesh of the elder! And no longer will you worry about being alone for the rest of your life."

He looked divine and powerful, his large frame an intimidating sight for any foe. The words fired off his lips in rapid succession, his hands emphatically moving about. The curtain of stars behind him dominated the backdrop, the moon his spotlight and the rooftop his stage.

Gazing at the young woman, he could see every bit of Jentilian's face within her own. The soft olive complexion and seductive eyes were tell tale, the fiesty attitude similar in strange fashion.

Still working to wipe away the last residue from his blood stained lips, he spoke again, "You will be strong in one hour, from there we will go."

 

[papillon24]

Clara

Her eyes watched intently as he sat next to her. The timid anticipation intrigued her as he held himself at bay.

"I'm not hungry," he spoke so softly. His eyes were raging with hunger at the site of the food.

"Come now. you must be hungry. Maybe thirsty?" At that her delicate hands poured a glas of rich red wine and set it into his hands. "Do not be afraid. I am only here to help you." With that her hand drifted along his back resting on his shoulder.

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Dommenica

For the remainder of the projected hour, Dommenica staggered around the rooftop, trying to adjust her vision to the newness of what surrounded her. Somehow, it was still all the same yet it seemed very different. When she began to regain her strength, a new strength came with it, one she couldn't have imagined. She felt as if she could do anything she wanted.

Suddenly, a thought came to mind that excited her. She peered over the edge of the building and seemed ready to jump, but thought better of it. Turning back to her vampire mentor, she curiously inquired, "Can I fly?" She had always heard that vampires could fly and she was sure that it would be the most divine quality one could posses.