Syn City: A Vampyre's Lust

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OOC: Well, here it is...the latest addition of the Vampyre chronicles of Literotica. I would like to ask that anyone involved in this thread please try to refrain from posting OOCs here. I have a specific "OOC thread" for that. Thank you. This thread is open to all. Your character is your own. Don't post stats here. If you feel you must post some, do it at the "OOC thread". Open roles are mortals (that will never turn), victims (people who want to turn), and basic vampyres. The Queen and second in command are taken, and there will be no half breeds (unless you can write details as to how a half breed was created). Have fun!!


IC:
Casandra:
Casandra batted at Roland as if he were a pesky fly as he leaned in to kiss her again. Her sharp nails caught him along his cheek, but he did not flinch, nor did he turn away. As if by magick, the long cuts along his flesh closed and dried up, leaving no trace of their existence.

He leaned into her once more. And once again she swung at him. This time, though, she propelled him across the room. Roland laughed as he glided, slowly, to the far wall, landing upon his feet.

"Come on, Cas," he said, pleading with her. "I need it...I need you."

"Well, right now," Casandra shot back, "I need fresh blood." She groaned almost soundlessly as her body painfully reminded her of this need. She could feel the ache deep within the roots of her canines.

Roland made his way to her, careful to watch for sudden movements. "Come on, Love," he started, his voice silkily seductive. His breath came in long, drawn out puffs against her ear.

Instinctively, Casandra arched her neck, exposing it and her ear to Roland. He smiled at her. He nibbled at her ear and kissed her neck. As quickly as they appeared, the cuts vanished without a trace.

Casandra purred as she felt her lover's hands run along her body. She wrapped her arm along his neck and arched her back so she could kiss him deeply on the lips. Her canines sunk into the soft flesh of his lips. She fed for the brief seconds that his crimson fluid dripped into her mouth before the wounds closed up on their own.

The aching grew stronger within her. Casandra needed to feed. But where? How? She thought about calling room service up to the penthouse, but they would have to leave town immediately before they would be discovered.

Standing behind her, Roland continued to kiss Casandra's neck. "A penny for your thoughts, Love?" he offered.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc:As a great actor once said...Welcome to my nightmare..

IC:
*he smiled sweetly* A Penny for your thoughts love?? *he spoke in a soft whisper..his eyes daring, couragous, and seductive all at once, the many great things she loved him for in her own..special way..He smiled softly, running a silky smooth hand over her neck and watching her reaction, ah the subtle motions, the tinyest changes could send her up the wall, it was almost too easy for a skilled lovers hands, He bit his own lip, allowing her a small amount of his own before healing the wounds,allowing the tinyest frown, she needed to keep up on her blood like he did, with the many people it was possible to blackmail, keeping them nice and quiet when he needed something was easy...He shook his head and smiled, knowing there were others around the neighborhood and in the building they could use* IF you really cannot wait love, Prehaps we could hunt tonight...*his voice whisper satin sweet, a slightly evil smile spread across his face, as he blew cool air on her neck, causing her to react, almost too easy..*

 

[poohlive]

Garret took the torch in his hands. The setting sun reflecting the brunning embers with complete satisfaction. It couldn't have happened at a more conveniant time, it was now or never.
"For the death of my beloved," he whispered, and threw the torch onto the house. It caught easily, as the gasoline fumes were now soaking the house in it's own juices. In nothing more than a flash the victorian house burst into flames. Inside the gathering of men could hear the screaming and groaning of the undead.
"Get ready," he said. the villagers had an assortment of weapons, all the latest of the time period, muzzles and flintlocks assorted in each member of the surrounding village, ready to kill whatever ran from the house, too scared to be burned alive.
Burned undead should be the truth. Although Garret hated the idea, after all they were immortal. Fire would scathe them for a day or two, nothing more. They would regenerate and become human once again, just like all the rest. He went along with it though, since he knew once the house had burned down they would all be vulnerable to daylight.
A woman ran from the door, her hair and clothes afire. One man screamed, dropping his gun and running to her. His wife no doubt. The man stopped just before reaching her however; the sun had takne it's first victum. In a flash she lay limp on the grass. Not a pretty sight for man or vampire.
Others ran out as well, some tried to go for the nearby woods, but were shot down before they got very far. The black smoke billowing out of the roof of the house began taking on another smell, an almost evil smell, a smell that could only be rotting cooking bodies inside. They were stubborn weren't they. Sitting in there, burning to a crisp just so they could wait for the sun to drop. Speaking of which, it was beginning to happen. The edge of the sun had touched the mountain's lips, their embrace sealed every farmers doom.
Then, inside the house a crack was heard. The foundation had finally gotten a hold. In an instant the entire house collapsed to the side, nearly a dozen vampires all scattered from the rubble, only to die twictching on the cooling lawn. Garret took a shovel and began upturning pieces of wood and things to make sure there were none left. A woman jumped from under a patch of shingle, her face black and filled with pus. She tried to grab a young boy, but was stopped by a few bullets and the lasting rays of the sun.
It dissapeared. The sun was gone, leaving only the house to be dealt with. But surely they gotten them all right? There couldn't be any left. To answer his question a little girl ran for the woods. She looked to be unsheathed by the fire. Garret cursed himself and followed her. The sun was no longer a weakness, she could be the downfall of civilization as we know it. Garret grabbed her just as they past the inital tree line.
She was strong, almost stronger than him. In an instant she had him pinned on the ground. He didn't expect such a strength from this tiny angel. She hissed at him, and bent down towards his neck. Garret could feel her breath. She was so sweet, and pretty, too young to be a monster.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, and placed the cross on her forehead. She screamed, jumping off of him. With a grace that only came from the undead she was gone.
"Fuck." Garret got up, wiping himself off. All but one, not bad... but he knew that he would have to finish her eventually. Besides, how many more were there anyway?
Garret walked back to the burnt house, and got on his horse. An elderly man carrying a gun nodded to him.
"So, what'cha be doin now?"
Garret looked into the twilight, "I thought about going to New Orleans, hoping to finally relax and take my life away from these creatures."
The man nodded, staring off into space as well.
"You keep an eye on this place, you hear?"
The man nodded, giving him a half salute. Garret saluted back, and made his way back to town. He wasn't stupid enough to travel at night, when the first light hit tomorrow, he would be off to a city of wonders, of enlightenment...
of no vampires.

 

[Renegade]

Ren

Trailing behind a wagon that was entering town the same time as me, I take a look around the area as I breath a sigh of relief. It had taken about a months worth of traveling on foot and by other means through sneaky methods, but I was finaly here in New Orleans. And it was definatly about damn time at that. Ever since I had left the busy streets of New York in search of a new beginning, there was the fear that it was a mistake hanging over my head. Now was the time for me to truly start living my life to it's fullest.

There was nothing left for me back home. Since my parents death, I'd been living on the streets for the past two years while searching for a job. They had left me nothing in their will. Not that I was truly surprised when that revelation came out in the open. Mom and Dad were never very close to me at all. It was always my older brother that they had favored during our childhood. And even he wouldn't do anything to help me now when I needed him the most.

My own family had pretty much left me to die alone on the streets of New York. To be honest, I was surprised to have lived to reach my 19 birthday. It was when I had reached that age over a month ago that I decided it was time to move on in search of a better life.

I don't know exactly what it was that drew me here, but New Orleans just seemed like the ideal place for someone like me. Holding onto the little money I had saved up through odd jobs during my time on the streets, I head out to find a place to get something to eat.

Taking a quick look at myself in the reflection of a shop glass, I notice the look of my dirty clothes. Damn, I was going to need to find some clean clothes soon if I were to make a good impression to get any chances at a decent job. But, first thing was first. There had to be a good place around here to grab a bite to eat...

 

[poohlive]

Garret had just finished packing his bag when the mayor strolled up to him. He had on a big grin, one that most people in politics showed, the one that told everyone they cared, but inside they only cared about themselves.
"Your leaving?" he asked dumbly. Garret could tell that he was trying to jip him out of his fee.
"Yep," he said simply, "I'll be off as soon as I get my payment."
The man fidgeted slightly, shifting from one foot to the other, "The men of the town don't think I should give you that money. They say you haven't finished the job."
Garret looked at the charred building at the far side of town, he smiled, but it fell away as fast as it had come.
"Looks like I did the job just fine."
"One got away," he shot back.
Garret looked the man squarely in the eye, "You paid me to get all the vampires out of your village, and that's exactly what I did. Now, I would like my money."
The mayor tried several times to get out of it, but eventually it was no use. A large satchel filled with money was given to him, and he left as soon as he could.
There would be a few guys after him, pimply little runts of no more than 17, looking to score a few easy dollars. He would travel most of the day, a good hard riding. Earlier he had made arrangements with a farmer to switch horses. He would be twice the distance of anyone in the town.
The thought of vampires only crossed his mind once, but he easily dimissed it, they were dead. They were all dead, they had to be. And even if they weren't, what problem was it of his? He had all the money he needed.

 

[Mistress]

***

She looked up from her crouched position upon the tree branch, watching as the sun's light began to creep across the darken woods. The smell of the burnt flesh of the undead still lingered strongly in the air, and she had watched as many of them were slaughtered. All save for the child demon that managed to get away. The child was safe within the woods; there were many places for her to hide. She jumped down and glanced around, her eyes a bright blue compared to her pale skin. She lifted the torn hem of her dress, as she stepped through the cold water of a ground stream. Bare footed not really feeling the coldness. She had lived among the dense trees since she was a child.

She reached up and tucked her waist length dark hair up into a bun, then she hurried through a brush to a small make shift hut, towards the middle of the woods. Some where off in the distance she heard a child crying. Smiling to herself she ducked into her hut and bent over the pot of rabbit stew she was cooking. Once again the howl of a sobbing child filtered through the trees. She chuckled and shook her head. The child demon, trying to lure the unsuspecting travelers in by her childish cries.
It was a cry she had heard many times in her years of growing up.

She never understood why they did not harm her; maybe it had something to do with her kin. The roaming Gypsies, taking solitude in the woods a generation ago, never to have harmed one. Only trying to live among them in peace, though they were still slaughtered at times. She was the last of her people, raised by her grandfather, taught the stories and legends over the years. Also taught the powers of healing through the plants that grew among the countryside. Her grandfather being a medicine man among the Clan. He took ill during the winter of her 17th year. She had been alone since, alone in her hut for the last four years. She never ventured into town that often, never had contact with anyone other then a few of the merchants in town, since the death of her grandfather.

Sitting upon the dirt floor she blew on the hot stew before tasting it. Out of nowhere the scream of a woman pierced the woods, then cut off quickly. She smiled, the child had its meal now, and she will have hers....

 

[Mistress]

***

IT was almost dawn when she heard the sound outside of her hut, branches and twigs breaking with each movement. She rose from her bed on the floor and lit a lantern. A orange glow filtered through the hut, lighting it. She brushed her long hair back over her shoulders as she set the lantern down on her small table. Then she walked out into the open, standing tall. The glow of the lantern behind her revealed her long white gown, her firm breasts could be seen through the shear cloth. A chill caused her to cross her arms over her chest and shiver. Someone was out there...

She raised a eyebrow and stood there, waiting, knowing that they would show themselves all in due time. Again she heard the breaking of twigs, this time closer to the shack. Her eyes took in all the shadows around her, wondering where they were. After awhile, she heard nothing, just silence, turning she started to go back into the hut. A low growl made the hair stand up on the back of her neck. She turned to face the shadows again, and smiled. Crouching down she held open her arms and waited....

The Child Demon ran to her and embraced her, she picked the girl up in her arms and carried her inside. "You are alone now aren't you." she smoothed the hair back from the girl's forehead and sat her down in the bed. "It's ok, you can stay here tonight." Kissing the girl's forehead she pulled the blanket up and tucked her in.

"Sleep, morning comes soon, you have fed, no need to stay awake any longer."The woman smiled and made herself another pallet on the floor, then she dimmed the lantern. "Goodnight Small One." she whispered as she climbed under her own blanket, no fear of the child attacking her as she too went back to sleep. The girl was alone now, no one to comfort her. Though she may be a vicious monster, she was still a child. She smiled to herself, feeling once again like a family as she snuggled closer to the child. Maybe, the child would stay, maybe the child could be the daughter that she would never have, maybe....

The chill hit her again, this time she closed her eyes, knowing that the girl was still awake, and watching her. She sighed and slowly fell back to sleep, dreaming of the past and of the future. One day, maybe she would have a family of her own, but...out here...alone...there was no chance of it.

 

[poohlive]

It all boiled down to one simple thing, really. A moral obligation, a duty he had to himself and human kind. That was all life was, really. In each day people are given choices, opportunities in life to do whatever they want, as long as they pay the consequences. This goes from something as simple to sleeping in late, and letting the cows cry for not having been milked, or as complicated as saving humanity.
This was the humanity one.
He got off of his horse, and stared at the muddy puddle. Why did this have to happen to him? He didn't deserve these things, really he didn't. He deserved to be able to go to New Orleans in peace and live like a god for a few months, and then bribe some old woman out of her house, sell it, move somewhere else and start it all over again. Hell, he wouldn't have even taken the whole vampire job to begin with if he knew there were actual vampires there. It's a chilling thought when you find out a childhood camp fire story becomes true.
Even when that finally happened, he still didn't think it was as bad as this. He didn't even know why he was still here; another day's ride and he could be within earshot of New Orleans. Yet, here he stayed, staring at one simple mud puddle, and comtemplating over his life and his destiny.
Three footprints, not much bigger than a child's stared back at him. One at the edge of the puddle, the next one inside the puddle itself, gathering water in each little toe print. The fine one off to the side, going straight into an unkown path to him. He looked at the surrounding forest.
It could be any child, couldn't it? There was a hundred to one chance that this print even belonged to the girl. It had to be a coincidence, it just had to. But he knew it wasn't, he knew exactly were it had gone.
Should he follow? A moral obligation was weighing heavily upon him now, should he give up on freedom and even life to simply kill the last of her kind. What if there were more? Her death wouldn't please anyone, he could just keep walking and no one would know the difference.
No.
He would know.
Shit, the things he did for his stupid conscience. He got on his horse and began on the trail, looking for more of her tracks.