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[Kismit]

Moon hangs around
A blade over my head
Reminds me
What to do before I’m dead
Night consumes light
And all I dread
Reminds me what to do before I’m dead

Sun reclines, heats my mind
Reminds me what to leave behind
Light eats night and all I never said
Reminds me what to do before I’m dead

So… here we go again…
The world has changed. I have listened to it for years.
And finally, it has become to my liking.
So slowly, I pull myself from what was a deathlike sleep, and soon know the feeling of the thirst grab me by the shoulders, as if to tell me I had slept for far too long.
As I step outside the mausoleum I hear the night call out my name “Welcome back to me my child… Welcome back my dearest Vincent.” I feel the night air embrace me as an old friend.
I smile slightly to myself, knowing that I must be a dreadful sight fresh from my tomb, and walk, my shoes making little to no sound at all as I go to find my first meal of the millennia.

I wish for this to have some sort of story before we jump into all the sex. Unless you havent already figured, this is a vampiric role play, feel free to play a fellow vampire, or a human.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ She dances for them, for any that wish to watch. Male, Female, human, or otherwise. And she, firmly believed there was an *otherwise* in the world.

She dances, the supple curve of her tanned body moving with the music. The silks she wears, flowing over her skin, tickling her flesh with every sway. Set about her hips was a golden chain of bells that sang out her motions to the music that flows around her.

She dances, her dark eyes flow over the crowd, mostly men, leering at her. Some reaching out to touch her. They would be allowed, later, if the price was right... touch, fondle, whatever perhaps they were willing to pay for.
She would be put on display, chained, as always, for the crowd to watch, and if the price was right, she would be used before them.

Such was the world that she lived in. The world as it was, at least at this here and now...

This was Niya's life now..

She had learned, to dance was to please, to please was to survive, to survive was to live. And she.. wanted to live..

As mentioned, Niya believes there are .. others in this world, on this plane of existance. She often dreams, seeing these others. She often feels their presence, ghosts perhaps, werewolves, vampires, demons. But never has one come before her. At least, not yet....

She dances, hoping that one night, as the darkness looms around her... that One.. One of the *others* .. will come..
Her life has been ... destined.. to feed One... to feed One the life's blood that He has only just awakened to find..

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Nya : http://photobucket.com/albums/a360/AmbrosiaCaress/?action=view&current=gypsy.jpg

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Alyssa leaned against the bar, her dark hair falling in her eyes as she watched Niya. SHe was almost ready to leave just waiting for her tips to be split and she was out. Sighing softly to herself she took off her apron and grabbing her bag left the place soon entering the dark alleyways of the city.

SHe hummed softly to herself as her shirt swished around her legs. Her green eyes peirced the darkness as s shudder slid through her, feeling as if she was being watch. She turned and seeing nothing shook her head and kept walking.

 

[Kismit]

The air around me seemed thin. I had been watching from the darkness. The time of hour was late, and I had known that there would at least be one foolish mortal to wonder this alleyway so late.
I was surprised though by what my ancient eyes beheld as they pierced through the darkness. I knew… I had to have her… “Alyssa” The night whispered to me. It want anything I couldn’t have found out myself, but still… information I could use.
I moved quickly, too fast for her to see at least, keeping to the dark.

“Alyssa.” Her name rolled off his tongue, and encircled her, sounding like a thousand voices. “Do not be afraid.”
He was still in hiding; he could not let anyone see him before he had fed. She would surely scream at the sight.
“Come closer child.” He had appeared before her, his features hidden by a cloak and hood. He reached out to her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

 

[shadowoftheheart]

So it was starting? I smiled softly. I had been waiting for a long time for something ... interesting to happen.

Anne is what I went by. Anne was a name the humans could wrap themselves around, a name they could trust. A name that seemed to fit my apparently innocent looks. Petite, blonde, big, bright blue eyes, an open face that invited the eyes to gaze forever. Forever.

A long time, but it seemed so short. So short. And now, two men and two women. Young they seemed. Young but not young.

I smiled again watching the two men approach one woman. Dancing. The female in the bar was not the only one dancing tonight. I sat back to watch the Show.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Alyssa was transfixed, feeling power coming from all directions, something appeared before her, voices entered her mind making her head spin as she stopped dead in her tracks, she walked purposefully towards the cloaked figure calling her name, she could do nothing else.

"Who...who are?" she stammered in a soft voice.

 

[Kismit]

"Who I am does not matter." I told her.
I held out a concealed hand. "Take my hand Alyssa, and I will take good care of you my child."

Such formalities of course were not completely necessary, but I had discovered it to be a much better approach than just jumping my victim.
I looked out into the darkness. "You are being followed." I told her, my voice a low whisper in her ears. "Take my hand, and I will take you away. You will be safe forever." Not entirely true but it sounded genuine enough. Anyway, if all else failed, I was too strong for her anyway...

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Alysssa kept up her pace unable to do anything more, she could feelan energy behind her, calling for her, as if crying out and she glanced back to see another man but within seconds she was in the arms of the cloaked figured cluthing him tightly to her as if he were keeping her alive.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Alyssa was talking to someone. No someone was talking to her, holding out a hand.

I stepped closer to them, still concealed.

NO! don't taker her away. And if she does want to go with you, then take me with you as well,

I should have spoken but I was to weak to speak of my desire. So I kept the thought to myself...

Poor little one, I thought. I came up behind him, concealed in the darkness, clouded from view by my mental powers.

"Follow them. Fight for her. Do not let him take her from you so easily. Alyssa is by rights yours. Do not surrender so."

My voice whispered hissingly into his ear. I grinned, watching the other vampire retreat with Alyssa covered in his cloak. I didn't want the Fun to be over so quickly. I gave this one, this Darren, a quick Stroke of my mind in his Id, to embolden him. Of course, I couldn't have given a fig for Darren, Alyssa, or even the other vampire. I was interested in the Dance, watching the show.

I would have to pay respects to Niya and her talents another night.

 

[Kismit]

As she moved towards me, I couldnt help but smile. My charm had worked, and soon she would be mine....
I took her into my arms, holding her against me, my cloack engulfing her form. I could tell I was being watched. Who was this being who played such games with me? I would have to find this source...

Later though...

I closed my eyes, and felt the darkness take hold of us both, and with a light flicker we were gone...

I had taken her back to one of my favourite old haunts. The place I knew as home.

I pulled from her slightly, my hand brushing away the hair from around her throat as I held her to me. "Now that we are alone child..." I smiled slightly. "This will hurt, but you never know... you might actually enjoy it."

I pulled back the hood, before sweeping down, my mouth beginning to kiss her neck, and graze it softly with my fangs, before finally, I bit into her.

The crimson necter flowed from her as I began to drain away her life, feeling the animation crawl back into my skin.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

ALyssa melted into his arms, feeling him calm and reassure her. Her body pressed against his as he moved her hair and began to kiss and nip at her neck, she went weak at the knees.

As soon as he bit her, she went limp, her body feeling as if it was caressed by thousands of hands all at once.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

That was ... disappointing.

The other vampire was indeed powerful. Now, what to do?

"Too late, alas. Had you acted with greater resolve, perhaps ...."

I lightly touched his shoulder, a fingertip touching his neck softly.

"I fear you must find another to pine over. Perhaps the Dancer?"

 

[Tseranc]

Dirk Moretti

He stepped briskly from the door into the shadows. It was dimly lit, but he could see the dancer clearly. Another might have only seen her – as appealing as she was – but he caught on to more.


There were two of them here.


He’d seen his first one three years ago. The image never left his mind at night. He saw her bite a man in the ally below his window. She had looked up at him, as she let her meal drop to the ground. He had never forgot her eyes.

Since then he looked. He researched. He tracked. He had meet with the night creatures. Even had a conversation with one once. But he never interfered. Hell, he didn’t even know why he watched them.

But he did…..most every night.

She haunted him.


Her Eyes.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

His eyes.

I could feel them on me. It was a feeling that I remembered from three years ago.

His eyes locked onto mine. He was enthralled with a single Glance. I knew. And yet, three years passed and I had not sensed his eyes on me ... until tonight.

Why tonight? I had been to this club before. I had been in this part of town before. Why tonight?

I slid my hand up Darren's neck slowly, caressing him, though I was thinking about the other one, who I knew was watching me. Watching me with another, just like three years ago.

I laughed softly.

The Dance just got interesting again.

 

[Tseranc]

Dirk

By the Gods! She was here! Tonight!

He saw Her across the room another man. Poor fool, pray she leaves you for dead, or face Her endless torment.

But he found Her! Now what? What did this lead too? Why had he sought Her?

He took one step from the shadow toward Her – still an entire room away, but it was his first step toward Her in three long years.

But to what end? To attempt to kill Her for the years of haunting? To feed Her? To join Her?

One more step.

His head was swimming with images of that night when he first saw Her kill a man below his window; of the countless other victims he’d seen fed upon in the nights since he began watching them. It disgusted him. It seduced him.

What would he say once he was before Her? ‘No chew on me instead?’ How absurd. No, it had to be vengeance for the years of torment. He walked with false confidence toward Her. He admired the dancer from the corner of his eye – she was not one of them, but danced seemingly unafraid in their presence. Surely he could advance on the one who so completely took hold of his mind and at least ask why.

Nearly there, but the mock confidence was fading. His heart attempted to beat out of his chest. He stopped at the bar, and ordered liquid courage…soon, so very soon he’d be able to ask Her….what he still did not know.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

"Darren. Fare thee well. I will be back for you."

I seemed to simply glide from behind Darren to behind the other man, without crossing the space between.

"Greetings," I hissed into his ear.

"Ask me. Do not think. Do not consider. Ask me."

I chuckled lightly. Too easy to read. That made it all the more amusing. Knowing their secrets, knowing that they actually felt secure in their own heads. How many times had I brought that security crashing down around their shoulders with a simple comment?

My fingertip grazed the back of his neck. Just a quick, fleeting touch.

 

[Tseranc]

He jumped as She whispered into his ear, spilling his drink. For what seemed like years he was frozen, unable to think or react. It was Her!

But then the world returned to him finally. Finally! He pounded down the last of his drink - both for added courage and to defy Her those extra seconds.

He turned to face Her, to stare down his tormentor and demand that She leave him be.

But as he turned and met those eyes, he was Hers once more, if ever he had not been.

All he could manage was:

“What do You want with me?”


It had been a plea more then a question, but it he managed a strong tone of voice at least. He had never been week willed. Never fearful, which was why he began his search. But then, he had never been so possessed by a woman, no, a being!, before.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

I laughed softly.

"Everything. Nothing. Your Soul itself, the very essence of both every- and no- thing. Follow."

I stepped away from him, smiling in a perversely innocent way. No innocence whatsoever was in me, or in my intent.

"Come on ... to me."

I cast a glance to Niya, allowing my Mind to briefly wash over hers, to give her just the vaguest sense of Sensation, before looking again on this new man.

 

[Tseranc]

Dirk the Follower

He followed, unable to think, to dream of doing anything else.

He hated himself for it. He hated Her, but yet, he was so complexly intoxicated by Her at the same time.

Indeed he was Hers – what else could he ever be?

 

[shadowoftheheart]

The Rooftop was washed by a gentle cool breeze. I smiled at the man as he seemed to regain his Sense of Self, and waited for his reaction.

Yes, the Rooftop was very different from the bar that, to his perception, they were in but a moment before. In there, the stifling atmosphere, the sweet distraction of Dancers.

Here, Dark night, Stars winking evilly down on my endeavor. Where was the bar? Where was his Home? Nowhere.

"Welcome. How long were you Out?"

With a smile I ran my fingertips down his chest slowly. Time was of little meaning now. Now, there was only this Man and his Fear. Fear ruling his actions. Magnetically he was drawn to his Fear, and he would learn that his Fear existed to warn, to draw him away. It would be too late, but he would learn this lesson well.

 

[Tseranc]

Dirk undone

He awoke at Her question, standing somewhat dumbfounded.

Where the hell was he? Looking about – it seemed he was on a roof – still downtown, possibly the roof to the club – but he had no memory of how he got here.

“I…I…I Don’t know.” He said honestly, but with a tone of apology.

But why should he be apologetic?! She was the villain controlling him; he should be attacking Her!

Her fingers trailing down his chest brought both excitement and panic into his poor, abused mind. She was at once the most stunningly beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and the most horrifying.

His lips moved, quivered, in an attempt to speak, but before words could be uttered, his mind just gave up on him. He collapsed to his knees before Her; weather in submission to Her will or simply because his mind had broke and given up – he might never know.

He just looked up into those Eyes…

 

[shadowoftheheart]

"Oh, my dear. How sweet you are."

I smile, caressing his head, smoothing his hair back.

"I do so love a man on his knees."

I leaned in close to him, eyes still meeting his gaze. I brushed my lips across his, barely touching, barely kissing.

"What are you called, my sweet-meat?"

My hands wandered down his face, his neck, his shoulders. They rested there while I awaited his answer.

 

[Tseranc]

"What are you called, my sweet-meat?"

“Dirk………Dirk Moretti,” he stuttered.

What had She called him?! Meat? So he was to be Her meal.

Her pseudo kiss made him ache in wanting more. But more of What?! If he left those wonderful, horrible lips of Hers get any closer, he’d come to the same end his cheeseburger and fries did for lunch!

Whether it was his broken mind being told to do it, or his new found insanity acting on what little will he had left, he arched his head up and kissed Her hard. As the kiss broke and he sat there, staring up into those Eyes, it looked to him as if she’d been just the tiniest bit surprised by his action.


Would it be his last? He didn’t care.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

His kiss caught me offguard. I was used to my Thralls being passive, awaiting my action. His lips were surprisingly soft, his tongue and mouth hot and wet, and I felt a surprising reawakening of ancient, long-dead sensations.

After my surprise, which was impossible to mask, I smiled widely.

"Well then Dirk Dirk Moretti," she smirked, "I am Anne. Learn it ... as you can. You will have ... plenty of time."

This one would make more than just a meal.

I pressed my lips back to his, agressively pulling him to me with my hands gripping the sides of his head firmly. When I pulled away from the kiss, I bit his lip, making a thin cut with one of my fangs. I grinned, and pulled him back to my mouth, sucking on his lip-wound for a moment, licked the wound making it heal nearly instantly, and looked back into his eyes once more.

"Very delicious vintage. I shall savour you slowly, Dirk Dirk Moretti."

With another wide grin, I released him and stood, looking over the skyline for a few moments. Now, where shall I ... begin? Here? Rather open, but I didn't relish the idea of waiting. Over my shoulder, I glanced back at him. I would begin ... in a moment. Let his fear grow just a little more. That would make his blood all the sweeter.

 

[Tseranc]

Dirk

His kiss seemed to please Her – or maybe it was merely something surprising that was pleasing. Either way Dirk was content with himself for it.


"Well then Dirk Dirk Moretti," she smirked, "I am Anne. Learn it ... as you can. You will have ... plenty of time."

Anne! He knew Her name now. No longer the nameless enchantress of the past. But Anne! Here, Now.

At that She kissed him again, and in the passion cut his lip on Her fang. It was not at all how he imagined being devoured by some demonic being. It was sensual. He himself actually found pleasure in it, even if he could never admit it, even to himself.


"Very delicious vintage. I shall savour you slowly, Dirk Dirk Moretti."

What did She mean by this?! Would he die a slow, terrible death? Would it matter if it felt like Her previous sampling of his blood?

His mind was slowly coming back into operation, but with thoughts rather distant from what he would consider normal. He was going to follow Her. What else was there to do? It was the only clear thought he could manage.

Indeed he was totally panicked as he stood and turned toward Her once more – fear he would feed a monster. Fear if he did not She would leave him – again to be haunted forever. Fear for his life. The Fears were in no particular order.

He stepped closer to Her, actually admiring the view from the roof. Admiring Her. Scared to death of Her.

Even so, he managed to speak, "What happens now?" He inquired in a worried tone.