Night Brite, Blood Light, laughter in the Heat of Paris Light

[papillon24]

OOClease PM me before joining I don't want more than 6 vampires but all victims are welcome. Keep it dark and sensual. I need my lead man ASAP


ICaris,1898. The heat of the Bohemian revolution had started. The people lived free, The moulin rouge lived. Monmarte was alive at all hours of the day.

There were a few of us though who did not live during th day. There were few of us who did not live at all. We are the true creatures of the night. Vampires. Creatures of the dark.

Most of my kind had been wiped out more than a century ago when the hunt for witches was on strong. I was one of the lucky ones to make it. It had been years since I had seen another of my knid. Those of us who were left after the burnings spread out throughout the word and hid in the darkness.

Now it was time to reunite and come out again. Back in mingling with the humans without fear. Those who hunted us were now dead and the myth of us was just a myth.

Now, my friends, let me introduce myself. I am Amara, one of the last of my kind. I was born in 1234 and reborn in 1252. Yes, I was 18 at my rebirth. Then I had red hair to my waist with violet eyes, thin form with slight curves. Those aspects will never change....Very hard to not be accused of being deamon with those features.

I walk the nights alone wraped in a thin silken cape as I hunt in private. The night crowd was a perfect feast. I hoped to find my maker as well. I longed to find him. This reunion of the night I hoped would be one to remember......

"Ahhh,....Dimitri, where are you. I have missed you all these years my love" My words were just a wisper upon the summer breaze.

 

[Poganin]

OOC: May I join, or is this reserved for somebody?

 

[papillon24]

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[Poganin]

There I was, gliding through the pitch-black night with death following in my footsteps. Tightly wrapped in a stolen cape, wearing clothes of one of my victims and someone else's rapier. Heading west, always west where something pulled me, some voice calling me to join, to find, to remember. But remember I did not! Having spend the many a hundred years chained in some rat infested dungeon, tortured and tormented by my former flock and some usurpers to the name of Hunters. Still my body wore the marks and scars that could not heal even when I had gorged on human blood. The rope scar around my neck, the gyve marks on my wrists, the burned masses of flowing flesh on my back, and worst of all -- the burning sensation of still being staked through the heart with a hole in my breast to remind me about the endless torment.

However I was free now. With all of my captors dead and decomposing in various parts of that foul castle I blew up to the sky. It was in Romania, the country of old, the country of my origins, that I knew. I also knew that I was immortal, everlasting darkness that preyed upon the living. And I knew I was not the only one as the beckoning voice in my head pulled me west. It felt as if I had known the voice in my past life, before I had been captured. This voice was familiar to me and yet as alien as any in this world. The sensation of pulling was ever growing as I neared France, skulking in the shadows that were my friends, beguiling feeble human minds to be my servants, sating my needs on their blood. But I hungered vintage blood of another nightstalker, only that would cure me completely. How did I know that I knew not. Yet I knew that answering that call could bring me closer to solving the riddle of my ancient identity, for I knew that I was old as well. Only now the world had moved on without me.

"all is silent, all is empty,
like the void that fills her heart,
and her voice that calls and beckons
sure to tear my soul apart"

This also I remembered and those old verses were connected to the caller. That I was sure of.

I pulled my cape even closer to me as I was nearing the city of Paris, unknown to me yet strangley familiar, as was the language spoken here. I moved in the silent, narrow streets with darkness and shadows as my allies -- unseen, unheard, stalking, preying. I fancied a victim, I guess and one was just here: a young man of perhaps twenty winters, nice in form and visage, carefully hugging the wall. I emerged in front of him, startling his wits away, locking his will in a duel he was sure to lose... and he was mine, his blood and life mine too. I quenched my thirst and left him there to awaken later, not remembering anything that happened.

I left the alley to a wide street and there I beheld a woman standing on the pavement on the other side, her sights concentrated on me, knowing me for what I was and I recognised her for what she was, yet her face was unknown to me. But it was her that backoned me here. And so I was here to answer and get my own answers as well. I crossed the street.

 

[papillon24]

Amara

OOC: Poganin, I sent you a pm, please check it. BTW are you Dimitri or another character?

IC:The night was alive. For the first time it was alive and waiting for me. Musicians played and gypsys danced. All around me the air timgled with delight and hope. For a certian mortal this would me the last day of hope.

My victim stood still as I called to him thought words only him and I could hear. I called him into the darkness where I waited. I took my time with him as I did with all the others. Feeding for me was an art, a very sensual art. First I seduced him into the darkest shadows. I could feel his warm breath upon my collarbone as he left trails of kisses upon it. That is when I would strike. Slow and gentle. He would not even know it till he was dying. I drew his lifeforce into me like sweet perfume. Tonight I had gotten a good one. With my drink I could see his whole life. This one was wealthy and a scumbag. Married too but with three other girls on the side. I finished and let his body slide to the ground and left the ally.

I felt something in the air. Some one was coming

Another inmortal came close. I could sense him in the shadows. He was weak but that was all I knew. I turned slowly to see him coming up behing me. I had never seen another immortal so weak and corpse like.

"You look familiar old friend. Here let me help you." I took him by the arm and helped him up

 

[Poganin]

I saw recognition in her passionate eyes, also I knew I should know her, I felt I know her, and yet I felt as if it were and were not the first time we meet. Hearing her voice I realised it actually was her, who pulled me here, willingly or not. There was a link between us that neither years nor distance could sever. Up till now I only heard this voice in my mind, but hearing it now, was purest melody, a symphony of the night with all of its intricacies. The tone of her voice plucked a string in my mind that resonated thousands of memories flashing too quickly for me too take a careful look at any of them. But I realised one crucial thing. This lady in front of me, who greeted me, who supported me, was no stranger to me. I knew we were very close once, hance the mental link.

Her gentle and at the same time strong touch on my arm made my body remember those slim fingers and I gasped as my nerves tingled in response. This mysterious woman absolutely was no stranger to me. She said she recognised me, recognised me from the shade of the former glory I commanded. My spine, once straight now gaunt with pain burning my back and breast. Not as tall anymore either, all strength and majesty was left in that dungeon. My face thin, my skin ashen and paper-like. My hands now mutilated looked more like claws than palms of an avid pianist. I commanded that freshly drunk blood to my throat to repair my disused vocal cords for I remembered my laugh there, at the castle Ferenczy, where under the ruins lay my memories, and that laugh was like the sound of burning paper. I realised that in all those years of pain and torment it was her image that had been keeping my sane. Her familiarity was almost painful.

"I thank thee for thy succour, milady, and for thy guidance, thy call that hast led me hither. I recognise thee, thou art familiar to me, thy voice, thy touch and thy beauteous visage all ring a distant tone of passion in my wrecked body. My apologies for showing my wretched frame to thee but I could not stop in heeding thy call." I was relieved to hear my own voice normal. I looked in those big, violet eyes, wishing myself to drown in them, to find myself in her memories. "I have forgotten myself, milady, and in forgetting my self I have also lost my memories of you, save for the passion thine touch hast awoken in my heart."

 

[papillon24]

Amara

"I recognize that voice sir. For years now I have awaited to hear it once again." I helped him down the road to the small in I was staying at. "Here , you stay with me till your stonger." We entered the room. The light was glowing from the streetlights outside. Velvet curtains wafted in the breeze.

"Let me tell you how I know you sir. but first lets get you all healed up." I let him sit on the soft feather bed, coffins had always horrified me. I sat next to him. He still was cold but I knew this immortal. My hands pulled his head to res on my shoulder."Drink from me, my Dimitri, you will be well one again."

 

[Poganin]

Her gentleness amazed me. Who was I that this Kindred trusted me so and offered her vitae so willingly? I felt... comfored. After the long travel from Romania I finally felt at ease, having reached the respite I yearned for. I turned to face her, I could smell her perfume which coaxed my memories even more. My twisted hand slowly moved upward to brush away hair from her right cheek and lightly stroke her chin and neck. The promise of her blood made my movements rapid and I could barely hold myself from biting into her throat with all my might.

I licked her beautiful neck once to prepare her for what was about to come, on gentle stroke on her silk skin. Then I bit as delicately as I could, nibbled and felt the searing heat of her blood on my tongue! In this very moment I was flooded with her feelings towards me: Love, Passion, Longing, Trust, and more. I felt stronger, suddenly, more powerful and a thin stream of her oh so sweet sweet blood trickled down my tongue that caressed the small wound and into my throat, spreading into my limbs. I felt it strengthening me, revitalising me, and I groaned with my lips at her throat. I could feel her arms embracing me and drawing me even closer in an intimate hug. Thus she shared with me more than her blood, she'd given up her innermost self as well.

As her vampiric vitae coursed through my body, making me whole once again, I felt my wounds heal. I felt my skin getting warmer and a shudder of pleasure shook my tired body. The skin on my back tingled, the hole in my breast closed, my hands felt stronger, smoother and normal again, not claws anymore. I felt reborn to my unlife again. My tongue flicked across the small wound, closing it, making it disappear.

But I didn't let go of this beautiful woman in my embrace. I slid my hand into her hair and drew her even closer. Still I ran my lips on her smooth neck, now kissing her and licking her skin. I moaned, remembering all those moments I had spent with her. My lips ever drawing towards her own, gently blowing on her skin. I kissed her but once, slightly stroking her lips with mine and looked into her eyes.

"I thank thee, Amara, my sweet beloved childe. I am whole again!"

 

[papillon24]

Amara

The gentleness of his bite shook my body. My eyes gazed upon him as I watched him change from the wretched corpse to my handsome Dimitri who had seduced me so many years ago. With his newfound strenght, he pulled me in drawing at my inner being. I shared with him memories of us so long ago. and the day I remember so well. My rebirth.

He then finished and brought me close pressing his lips against mine ever so gently. My body responded as if we had never missed a beat.

"I thank thee, Amara, my sweet beloved childe. I am whole again!" His gently voice shook me to the core."

"I is my pleasure. I am what I am because of you. But may I ask one thing? What happened to you over the years? Where have you been, my love? I have awaited our reunion for so long" The words just came and so did the questions. Why had he left so suddenly all those yeears ago leaving me in the company of no one. With the thoughts I could feel my eyes brighten with wonder.

 

[Poganin]

"The story goes as follows, my love. In Romania, the country I love above all others, there was an uprising with peasants and Hunters tracking and slaying our brethren in Blood. I would not stand by it and decided to take the matters into my own hands, helping whoever I could and delivering unholy vengeance to those who dared opress our kind. Strong as I was I was not able to stop the persecutions and fell to the Hunt myself. I was chained, gyved to a wall in a dreary dungeon where they tormented me day and night." I told the tale stopping after each sentence to kiss a different part of Amara's beautiful face. "There I had spent countless years filled with pain and anguish with only the thoughts of you, your love and passion we had shared to keep me sane and from giving into my captors."

I ran my lips on Amara's smooth neck, laying a thousand kisses on her skin. "I know not how I was freed. One day I found myself on a road leading west, beckoned by your call, my sweet childe. Now I am saved by you, I own you a debt of blood and you may ask of me whatever boon you desire. I shall grant it to you, be it in my power to do so."

I moved my hand to her leg and caressed her thigh through the thin fabric of her dress. Ah, I longed for this, yes. I felt lust swelling within me. "And had become of you, my beautiful, passionate Amara? How had those years treated you?" I kissed her again, this time biting her lower lip, drawing a moan of pleasure from her throat.

 

[papillon24]

Amara

His kisses felt like fire as he touched every part of my skin. For years I had craved him and had search the world for him.

"The years have passes so slowly, my love" My body leaned into his pressing close. "I was a coward and hid for all these years. I should have fought with the rest but I was afraid." My hands rested upon his chest as I let my lips dance along his neck. "I was better that I hid. Everywhere I went the called me a witch or the devil." My arms wrapped around him pulling him close towards me. I let my fingers run along his neck as I nuzzled against it feeing the warmth of his life. My tonge darted out tasting the sweetness of his sking before letting my teeth sink in.

His life was sweet and arose my passions as it has many years ago. It poured over my tongue and heated my soul.

 

[Poganin]

I growled deeply in my throat feeling Amara's pointed teeth sink into my skin. I knew that such vibration was arousing her while she drank and I heard and felt her moan into my neck. Oh yes, this was my childe, blood of my blood.

"Years are nothing to us, my childe!" I whispered, embracing her. "We have all the time that exists in this wretched world, and beyond that. Foolish people will ever fear what they don't understand. It joys my unbeating heart to see thee well and so full of life." I smiled at the pun.

Amara smiled too, looking me deeply in the eyes and we locked in a passionate kiss, both of us sighing at this final, long-awaited meeting. I embraced her even stronger now, crushing her small frame against mine. I wanted to be as close to her as possible, feel her with all my presence, body and spirit. My tongue tasted my own blood on Amara's sensuous lips. I kissed her deeply with all my built-up passion that had been amassing itself for all those years and the candles in the room suddenly came to life, blazing their yellow-orange light all aroud us.

"I see you have learned some new tricks, my love," I smiled approvingly and pushed her to lay on the bed. I threw away my rapier and my cape. I felt my lust building up, I made sure my eyes showed it.

 

[papillon24]

Amara

A smile came to my lips as the room glowed.

"My love, I have not been able to do that since the last time we were together."

I saw a flash of red pass throught his eyes as I leaned in and kissed his lips. His hands on my body let a shiver run thought my body.

I let my hands come to the laces on my bodice pulling gently and letting them fall open. My hands then found their way back upon his chest. "It has been so long. " The words came in only a wisper. HIs breath upon my neck drove my passion even more. "I have missed you and the many passionate nights"

 

[Poganin]

I pulled the shirt from my back and lay on my side next to Amara, her eyes following hungrily each my move. I put my index finger on her oh so red lips and felt them move slightly, kissing it ever so delicately. I moved it down her chin, gently scratching the length of Amara's neck and my lips soon followed the line made by the point of my finger as it hooked into the bodice of Amara's dress to pull it down from her upper body, revealing her shoulders, her breasts that I loved to caress so much and her belly down to the small navel.

I licked a trail following my finger, between her breasts, making a small circle around the navel to dip into it for the briefest of moments. Seeing Amara respond to me was pleasure in itself. I returned to her lips, kissing her with powerful passion.

"Thou art beautiful, Amara," I whispered, moving my lips against hers. My hand now on her breast, gently squeezing and massaging the soft flesh, feeling her nipple harden against my palm. "I want to recall all of you, my childe," I murmured, kissing the hardened nipple, biting it to draw a moan of pleasure from the lips of my beautiful lover.

I knew, this would be a night to remember!

 

[papillon24]

My eyes roamed his body as he undressed in front of me. He was just as I had remembered. His touched bured with a coolness that was unexplainable. I felt his touch as my body was uncovered.

"Thou art beautiful, Amara," His words rang thought my ears with passion and beauty.

"You are to my love." I pulled him colser to my body drawing in his warmth. Gently moans escaped my lips as he traced his fingers along my breasts and along my stomache. My body tingeled with every touchas it had the day he aided in my rebirth all those years ago. "I have awaited this day since we were separated

 

[Poganin]

"Then I'll make sure you remember this night above all others. To celebrate this reunion!" I murmured against the soft skin of Amara's breast, my low voice resonating, causing her body to shudder. Ah, nothing has changed.

I pulled her dress down, undressing Amara completely, taking in the sight of the delicate body that was curiously capable of deeds beyond human ken. Yes, I must needs recall some of those as well. I stroked Amara's naked body from knee to shoulder with, looing into her half-closed eyes, enjoying her purr of delight as my tongue soon followed the same trail.

I straightened my back and pulled Amara suddenly up by her hand, pulling her to kiss on the lips, our tongues dancing wildly. I abruptly broke the kiss, biting her loewr lip and growling: "You will dance for me now, childe! Show me your grace!"