The Vampires Of Paris

[ChaosDAmore]

This story is set in 17th century Paris, France and there are two main vampire families that have fueded for hundreds of years. The Garniers and the De'LaFontanes. Nobody is quite sure when the fued first began but it was rumored that the fight began when the head of the Garniers found his daughter in bed with a De'LaFontane, but that is only a rumor. There are many other vampire families that are neutral in the fued because it is simply safer that way. You see, the Garniers are ruthless hunters and killers. They will stop at nothing to make sure that the Garniers stay ontop. The humans of Paris seem to know what is going on by the unexplainable bodies and the odd happenings that tend to show when certain people are around. Both families try desperately to keep what they are out of public eyes in fear that the Church may come and attempt to kill them off.

In the midst of this fued there is one girl that is holding a rather tragic secret. Harmony Garnier is in love with a De'LaFontane and has been for some time. They have been able to keep their deadly love affair secret until recently. There are rumors flying about that the two of them were seen walking along the river and holding hands. The two vampires were typically not so stupid about showing their love in public. They typically met in underground hiding places or at a secret house on the outskirts of Paris but they were tired of keeping it a secret. This may have cost them their lives. Only time will tell if the two will be torn apart or if their love will surpass this.

Harmony Garnier:
Height- 5'8
Weight- 130
Body Type- Curvy yet feminine
Hair- Dark brown with some very faint blonde highlights. Has a slight curl to it
Eyes- A unique purple color that seems to look through your soul. A large almond shape to them.
Lips- Full and erotic. A nice rosy red color

I'm looking for people to play all characters. You have full range with the characters, so let your imaginate run wild. But please be somewhat descriptive. Just join right in.

 

[ChaosDAmore]

Harmony

Harmony had just stepped outside of her families home after listening to her father rant about the rumors of his daughter being involved with a De'LaFontane. " This is obsurd. My daughter would not get within 10 feet of that De'LaFontane boy. She would never let her family down." Her father had said that during his outburst about the rumors and of course, Harmony had to agree with him. She had to hold her love for him deep down inside so that he father could not read it on her face and she had done a rather good job of doing so. She breathed in the crisp Paris air and looked at the residents of Paris as they bustled past her. A small smile came to her lips as she headed for the alleyway where she was to meet to her lover. She hoped he was ok because if the news was already getting to her father then it had definitely gotten to his family

 

[Bloodsoul]

(a shame my French vampire was born in the 20th century, she'd be perfect; guess I'll have to make up an ancestor!)

Name: Marie Blanchefort
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 118lbs
Body Type: Delicate, like a doll, with a cute, round butt and small but full breasts
Hair: Golden like the Germans, cascading with curls
Eyes: A deep, blood red that gave off a sorrowful gaze that pierces one's heart
Lips: Full lips that always seemed to be in a slight pout, except when she laughs

The Blancheforts were always proud of their moderate wealth. They always had enough to keep themselves living lavishly yet they were without the clout that the De'LaFontanes and Garniers possessed; and, what, with their rivalry growing with each passing day they were becoming quite thankful for it! There was some fear in their household regarding alliances made with both of the other families at times, but that had occured centuries ago and since then they had tried to keep a rather low profile when amonst them. The Blancheforts weren't without their own strong and beautiful folk, of course, but then every family has to have it's black sheep. Marie was always strangely drawn towards the De'LaFontane/Garnier fued, watching from the shadows as one from each family might have a little scuffle. This was especially true if it were two really hot boys from the family, for seeing them in a brawl always flared her passions, which might explain why she carried a fan around her whereever she went, even during the colder days. Granted, French fashion did leave much to be desired what with all the corsets and petticoats and dresses upon dresses upon dresses. Oh, for the sake of appearance, no?

Although she loved the sight of two hunky males beating on each other, her real intent was to wait out until this fued raged on till it's peak and one of the families were destroyed. She loved living in the lap of luxury but she wanted more, yet she wouldn't just marry into any, old family, no! It would have to be a gentleman from the De'LaFontanes or the Garniers, but only the one who proved the strongest. She figured by merging the wealth and estate of her own family with one of them she'd be able to raise an even greater family, all the while sitting calmly behind her husband. Yes, behind every man is a woman, right? A master pulling the strings. Some might even think it was she that had started this fued in the first place, and she was always flattered at that remark; she had seem the De'LaFontane boy on numerous occasions and would've loved to have invited him into her bed chamber. Would she be snagging him in the end, or perhaps one of Harmony's kin? The very thought made her tingle inside and she wished her hand could reach under dress to get between her legs. No, a lady must compose herself! She save the play time for later. Yes, for now, she would have to wait until the fue came to a head before she'd make any future plans...

 

[blackopal19]

name: Fleur De'LaFontane
height: 5ft5
body: very slim, but toned. a bit heavier on the topside, but her hips are nicely curved as well. Skin is pale...hair is a jet black and straight, usually left long and loose and nearly to her waist. Her eyes are a clear icy blue.

Fleur had heard the rumors. She had even followed her kin once or twice as he left to meet with this Garnier girl.

Oh the Elders would not be pleased...she thought to herself as she watched him yet again leave to meet with his latest obsession. No matter. She would keep this little bit to herself for now. The house of De'LaFontane would deal with it in time.

She left the giant mansion that was her home that she shared with the others in her clan. The night air refreshed her and she let a little smile upon her face as she stepped out into the human world...the world of prey...

 

[ChaosDAmore]

Harmony

As Harmony walked down the street, she would feel the presense of Marie Blanchefort. Harmony knew that girl was trouble and the fact that Marie didn't hide the fact, made it clearer to Harmony. She knew what Marie wanted and she didnt trust Marie as far as she could throw her. Harmony knew that if Marie caught her with the De'LaFontane boy, it would be all over. Marie would instantly run to Harmonys father and report what she had seen. The only thing on Maries mind was the wealth of both families and she knew that whatever family fell in the fight, would become penniless. Harmony had to keep a close eye on that Blachefort.

 

[sexpotx3]

Sophia Garnier

Name; Sophia Garnier
Height; 5'0"
Weight; 100 lbs, or a bit below give or take.
Physique; Petite frame, average sized breasts with a bit of curve to her, as much as the petite frame will allow.
Hair; A very dark brown, wavey but not to the point of ringlets. Soft curls, basically.
Eyes; A crystal blue, surrounded by long lashes.
Other; When looked upon, she looks quite similar to her sister, Harmony -- just a mini-version. In a way, the girl looks much like a porcelain doll with rosey cheeks and lips that look almost painted.

Sophia had been aware for a while of her sister's antics. It had been going on before the rumors had began. Was Sophia meant to know? Of course not. She had caught her older sister with him once before, just outside of the house one evening. She had sworn to secrecy, after a few threats from Harmony. There were times when Sophia, a loyal one to her father, had felt wrong about keeping it in, but she had to do it for the sake of Harmony. She would probably do the same for the younger girl, and who knew. Maybe one day Sophia would partake in a forbidden love affair and have to have Harmony's cover for her?

She had noticed Harmony step out, and she had a faint idea as to where she was off to. How could she not? Still, she drew little attention to it -- occupying herself with her kitten, Chancey. When inquired of the where abouts of Harmony from her parents, she simply shrugged with a gaze out the window, speaking as little as possible.

 

[ChaosDAmore]

Ooc

::OOC::
Come on, boys!! We need some boys. We got three hot chicks but no boys!!! We dont bite hard!!! lol

 

[ChaosDAmore]

Harmony

Harmony knew all about Fleur, her lovers kin. She just hoped that Fleur did not know about them. The families were incredibly loyal to each other and Harmony was loyal to hers as well. She would die for her family but she could not deny her heart what it wanted. It would surely drive her crazy if she tried to deny her love for the boy. She was very grateful that her younger sister was able to keep all her secrets, no matter how great that secret may be. Of course, her sister was not suppose to know about her forbidden love but she had caught them by accident. Harmony would take full blame for her sisters secrecy if her family ever found out. They would probably kill Harmony or exile her but her sister would be safe. She turned the corner and headed further from the Garnier home and closer to De'LaFontane territory.

 

[Eiselmann]

OOC

Name; Louis Garnier
Height; 6'4"
Weight; 240 lbs,
Physique; Muscled upper chest powerful legs 10 inchs in between
Hair; Black.
Eyes; Black.
Louis is one of the leading assassins in the family...ruthless, fearless and utterly loyal to the family he will do whatever it takes too further his family's cause.
Cousin to Harmony and Sophia

 

[Bloodsoul]

Curse that Harmony! Was she actually get wind of Marie's plans? Couldn't be, that Garnier girl wasn't that bright, or else she wouldn't be out wandering the streets alone right now! A shame, all those looks and not an ounce of brain in that poor girl. Tsk, like she should care. If that Harmony wanted to get herself into trouble she was welcome to it! Still, the fact that she was heading towards the De'LaFontane estate had piqued her interest. Going to see loverboy again, is she? She can't seem to get enough of him, huh? Marie supposed that she couldn't, either, if she were in Harmony's shoes. She decided to follow her, keeping some distance away even though she was sure that that girl knew she was behind. It didn't matter, what was she going to do about it if caught snooping? Nobody really cared all that much about the Blancheforts, anyway, although the Garniers might think of her as a De'LaFontane spy and her own father disliked the notion of being caught up in the fued. This could turn out badly.. oh, curse curiousity! Shouldn't it be out killing cats or something?

But Marie had to know! Was Harmony indeed out looking for the De'LaFontane boy? She wanted to see him, herself, and perhaps if she waited long enough for Harmony to leave she could sneak in and have her way with him. With her fan held close to her face she licked her lips, fully enticed by the proposition. Oh, but what if it turned out to be like that.. that story.. that lover's story that that English guy wrote. That shaking spear guy! 'The Merchant of Venice', right? Now we wouldn't want that to happen, now would we? Before long plans began formulating in the Blanchefort girl's mind; how could she help to further along the fued? Kill Harmony and make it seem like a De'LaFontane crime, thus able to snag her intended? No, too easy.. if anything she'd like to see that brat suffer. Oh, perhaps kill her sister, instead! Yes, that could work.. or maybe she could just wile the boy with her charms and watch her heart shatter into a thousand pieces as she lost the man she loved. Then, perhaps, being so racked with despair Harmony would kill herself? Ooh, how she loved the way her wicked mind thinks...

(We seriously need someone to play Harmony's lover; it's getting tiring calling him the "De'LaFontane boy"! ^_^)

 

[Eiselmann]

Louis

Louis watched his cousin leave the mansion , he'd been busy these last weeks dealing with trouble in Le Mans the De'LaFontane family had raised its ugly head in that city and it had taken greater effort than had been expected to sort out ...but sort it out he had...

Now he was back home ready to resume the fight for the real prize....not Paris, not France but the distruction of the De'LaFontane's ...for this feud had gone on too long and while the strench of their kind drew breathe the honour of his family was lessened.

 

[blackopal19]

Fleur sensed the others in the city. Not their exact locations, but just enough to know that they were there.

She walked down the darkened cobbled streets, her dress elegant...sexy in its deep blood red color and curvacious corset. She dared to show more skin than the other ladies of high standing...but then being of the De'LaFontane had its bonuses.

She fought the urge to follow her kin to spy upon them as they met for their forbidden love. Instead she turned down a dark alley. Something the Elders had warned her not to do. Since the recent episode in another village dealing with the Garniers, they had demanded that none should walk or hunt alone.

But Fleur knew her own strengths...she prefered to hunt alone.

 

[Eiselmann]

Louis

His Uncle had raged against these rumours that Harmony was seeing a De'LaFontane, , Louis hoped it wasn't true...he hoped Harmony wasn't that stupid for there was only one possibility if this so called relationship was real...her death and he would have no problem killing her...even if she was his favourite cousin.

"I should be out there uncle the De'LaFontane grow braver and we must remind them of why they know fear" his eyes emotionless as he turned and looked at his Uncle...there were others in the room, women from lesser families dressed in nothing but their undergarments he wasn't beyond the pleasures they offered but not when it interferred with the family...and he sensed movement outside in the city....creatures of the night were playing their roles in the game....and he knew the game better than most.

 

[rvplymates]

Elizabeth

OOC: Elizabeth Kaplin
Born: London
Age: 150 years old vampire, 18 years, a human
Description: Long blond hair, dark cold blue eyes, well built, a man hater.
History: Elizabeth attended her first ball when she was 18. Her parents were the duke and duchess of a small providence. They owned vast lands and Elizabeth, a well developed, beautiful young woman was brought to the ball by her parents mainly to make a match. They realized finally that their child needed to be apart of the world rather then pampered and hidden from the world. At the ball, Elizabeth was having a wonderful time when a cousin to the king approached her and asked for a dance politely. She smiled and they danced for a while and John danced her to the open doors of the garden. He suggested they take a walk in the maze. Elizabeth agreed and as they went deeper into the maze John became less gentlemanly and pulled her into an embrace. When she protested, he knocked her to the ground and raped her. John fled the country with Elizabeth, taking her at will. When they arrived in France, he sold her to a house of ill repute and disappeared. Elizabeth was now a whore but not a willing one, as she would fight every assault from what she classified as filthy men. One night a handsome pale man came to the house and took notice of Elizabeth. Later that evening she was told she was sold to a kind gentleman. A bit relieved but frightened she was led to a carriage. As the door opened she saw the kind gentleman who was now her owner. He held out her hand to him and in a flash he had her pulled in and tucked into his arms as he gave direction to the driver who seemed to know where he was going. The man, who she now knew as Nicholas, brought her to a large estate. He led her to a large chamber with many couches and chairs and a roaring fire. He sat next to her and kissed her. He was gentle but now Elizabeth knew her role. She was expected to be whore for him and she resented that. As his hands started to roam, she smacked at them. Suddenly, she felt a piercing at her neck and an ecstasy she had never felt before. When he finished drinking from her. He opened a vein for her and had her drink. As her body died and her new life began, one not of her choosing, she looked at Nicholas with hate in her eyes. She lived with him for 150 years. At first she let him teach her the ways of the vampire but when he refused to free her, she stubbornly would not take instruction from him. One day at a barn fire, she demanded her freedom again and when he refused, she impetuously throw herself into the fire. Nicholas pulled her out and gave her a bag of gold. He was disgusted that she would do such a thing and released her.

IC: Elizabeth walked down to the waterfront to a river shack pub. She was on the prowl for the most filthiest minded man she could find. Under her cloak she wore a very low cut dress that showed a great deal of her breasts. These were her hunting clothing. Her long wavy blonde hair ended at her waist. She entered the pub and ordered a drink that of course she wouldn't drink. She looked around at the rough customers in the place and honed in on what they were thinking as their eyes fell upon her.

Finally, finally she found him, his mind was full of things that he would do to her if only given the chance. Elizabeth looked at him and smiled, loosening her cloak, she opened it and allowed him full vantage to her breasts. The pig walked over to her and asked if he could sit down. She smiled and gestured to the seat next to herself. All the while, she was reading the pigs mind. Although she smiled at him, inside she was raging with anger. After a while the man suggested that leave and Elizabeth playing her part agreed and slipped on her cloak.

As soon as they were outside the man grabbed her and pushed her to the wall of the pub. His slimy lips captured hers as his hands roamed her body. She pushed at him and as he drew away, she suggested they go down the alley to continue what he had started. He agreed immediately and as Elizabeth took him down the alley, her eyes turned dead cold.

Around the corner and they were in the back yard of the pub. The pig grabbed hold of her and kissed her deeply. His hands found her breasts as he squeezed her roughly. Suddenly, Elizabeth went into action, she caught him in her embrace and went for his throat. Too late the man realized what was happening and by that time Elizabeth was drinking deeply of him. His eyes rolled back in his head as she drained him, listening to his strong heart get weaker by the second. Just before he was completely empty, she dropped him and watched his limp body hit the ground.

"One less dirty pig in the world"

She whispered her remark as she turned and walked steadily back to the alley way and up it. As she looked back to see if anyone could see the body from the street, Elizabeth ran into a hard muscular body. Arms went around her to steady her as she was on the verge of falling.

 

[Eiselmann]

His Uncle had nodded his agreement and Louis left the mansion. he was dressed in a fine dark blue suit of the latest style...calf high boots tight pants and a great coat over a silk shirt, however instead of wearing a large floppish hat so much the fashion he wore a traveling cloak which infact hide much of what he wore.

He walked down an alleyway a short distance from the City house of his family and jumped...up gaining a foothold on an upper balcony.. then he started to run along the balconies and rooftops ...the thieves highway the humans called it...but it was so much more than that, those roofs of Paris.

He was silent none below witnessed his progression ,no noise of his footfall greeted the inhabitants of the homes he travelled over. He had feed last night ,a bandit who had made a rather critical mistake when he had stopped his horse , sword drawn, Louis was skilled with a sword but he hadn't needed one to deal with this rough human who by the looks of his clothes and weapon wasn't a very good bandit to start with...he was a dead one now.

He was sans sword now, he regarding the weapon as slow and clumsey and he had better weapons at his disposal.

Suddenly he stopped and looked around ,the city was busy with human as well as vamperic traffic ,he was still some way from the part of the city the De'LaFontane infested and but he was no longer in the regions that his family directly controlled, neutral territory where the game was played....for now

....and then he senced a merging of his kind as several parts of the web in this small part of the city flicked with their passing and like a spider he waited and watched ready for the right moment to come....

 

[Tigerjaw]

Deleted

 

[blackopal19]

It didn't take long for Fleur to choose her victim. A pathetic little street urchin. Young, his blood sweet. Just enough to satisfy her cravings. She let his body lay in the dark, drained of all but the last few drops of his blood and lifeforce.

She grinned as she wiped a drop of blood from her lips with a delicate finger. The sudden feeding had heightened her senses....and now she could feel a certian Garnier within the city. This Garnier...this assassin...the ones the Elders had spoken of.

Yet Fleur had no fear.

She stepped out into the main streets once more..the clicking of hooves in the distance as a cabby drew near.

Ahhh yes, with the initial feeding completed, the night held much more interesting things...

 

[NaughtySmirk]

The De'LaFontane Boy

Name: Fiacre De'LaFontane
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 170 lb
Build: slim, but lithe and muscular
Hair: straight, jet black. Worn either slicked straight back or down half convering his pale face.
Eyes: Pale blue, out of place with his features. Unsettling. Between cold and gentle.
Fiacre is a young vampire who has nearly completed his training. He is a very strong willed youth in posession of a wordly intelligence beyond his years, and his family expects him to become a great warrior and eventually a powerful patriarch. But ever since his sister's death, the details of which are not very well known even within the De'LaFontane family, he had developed a cold and even insolent manner toward his family. Behind his back, his kin were questioning his loyalty to the family. If he had not had a formidable reputation from his training, his conduct would not have been tolerated. But now these rumors of his affair with a Grenier were turning the annoyed whispers into serious doubts, and he was in danger. He never spoke of the matter to his family.

IC

Fiacre did not fear his family any more than her feared hers. He did he feel any guilt for what he was doing. He had spent decades obtaining the physical and mental tools to stand up to powerful and perilious enemies. He knew that he especially was being for a position of leadership in his clan, and had therefore been taught harsher and deeper lessons than other youths. His family had not realized that they were teaching him not only how to oppose the enemies of the De'LaFontanes, but how to oppose the De'LaFontanes themselves.

It had been many years since he had slowly stopped supporting the feud that had taken so many of his kin before their time. Long after that, he had kept training, learning, and fighting out of respect for his elders and most importantly out of loyalty to the name of De'LaFontane. His last shred of the loyalty that he had been taught to value far more than life had been stripped from him like a fish being gutted as he had watched his sister die. He did not like to remember that time.

He had kept up with his training since then, but not for them. He had not known any other way to live, so he had continued learning the arts of manipulation and warfare. He knew they would come in handy. But he had no intention of fighting his family's fight for them. He had been depressed, and had very little to live for when he met Harmony.

At first she was little more to him than an appropriately beautiful symbol of his rebellion from the cold hearted aristocratic patriarchy. He had kissed her with more passion than he had had for anything since his sister's death. Her full, wet lips had transported him out of the world of violence and pride and petty causes for calculated atrocity. Over the following few months, as he had explored her body and her mind, he had found something else to believe in. He had learned to respect her familial loyalty; he remembered when he had been the same. She became worth risking everything for in her own right. He still had trouble finding the line is his soul that separated his hatred for his famiy's feud and his love for harmony. But they both led him the same direction, as did the young hot blood pumping more strongly in his veins every step he took closer to their meeting place.

As he left the estate, he passed his cousin who looked at him with a hard, questioning stare. Fiacre met his cousin's eyes with so much challenge and fire and depth of authority that his contemporary instinctively stepped aside, and Fiacre disappeared silently into the night. He had gone through the motions to conceal his love for harmony for some time, for her sake. If his heart had been in it he would have been much more successful. Now he found it difficult even to feign subtlety. Still, he had Harmony's flesh for his reward.

 

[ChaosDAmore]

Harmony goes to met Fiacre

Harmonys steps were getting quicker by the moment as she drew closer to their meeting spot. She longed to see him, she needed him at that exact moment. She somehow knew in the back of her mind that their families were catching on, and rather quickly. Harmonys silk dress dragged along the ground quietly. Her dress was a dark purple color that clung to every curve of her feminine body. The top of the dress was fitted so it showed it an ample amount of cleavage, more cleavage than normal towns woman were willing to show. Yet, she walked with dignity and respect but once she was in that alleyway alone with Fiacre, that would change.

She stepped into the alleyway quickly and looked around some to make sure she had not been followed but yet she had the feeling that she was followed. Harmony stood there for a few moments until Marie Blanchefort passed by the alleyway. " Marie.........How are you on this lovely night?" She stepped out of the shadows of the alleyway and looked at Marie with coldness in her eyes. If Harmony was here to meet someone, she did not show it. Her face held no expression and she acted as if she didnt have a care in the world. " How is your family? Have you broken up any families lately?" Harmony knew of Marie's reputation and didnt doubt it for a second. She knew how Marie was. She just stood there looking at Marie, hoping that Fiacre did not pass through and spot her.

 

[ChaosDAmore]

Bump

Bumped

 

[NaughtySmirk]

Fiacre watched with curiousity as Harmony confronted the Blanchard girl. He had spoken to Marie on a few occasions and had judged her to be supremely cold and self serving, but also very bright. She must have had something up her sleeve tonight. He would have to do something about her. Nonetheless, perhaps soon things would finally come to a head.
The sight of Harmony always took his breath away, and tonight she was looking particularly ravishing. Her soft curves were outlined clearly by a tightly clinging dress, and the feeling of her flesh against his replayed itself in his mind with increasing speed. He could not hear what was being said, but Harmony and Marie were getting more and more angry at one another, looking back and forth with naked hatred. Fiacre's pulse quickened. In her own cold, calculating way, Marie was a very good looking woman. Fiacre could not deny that her hard heartedness made seem not just untrustworthy but also somehow powerful and sexy, in a way exactly opposite to Harmony. Seeing them confront one another made his flesh crawl. Images of one, then the other, then both of the women in the throes of passion flashed involuntarily through his mind. He was getting impatient. Hopefully they would soon conclude their business and he could reach harmony alone.

 

[ChaosDAmore]

Harmony heads back into the alleyway

After a quick tussle and interrogation with Marie, Harmony headed back into the alleyway. She knew Fiacre was near, she could sense him and it made her smile. Harmony missed him so much. It had been nearly a week since they last saw each other simply because of how difficult it was becoming for Harmony to sneak away. Her father typically sent her out with a bodyguard, like her cousin Louis. Harmony had a great love for Louis but she knew he would kill her over his loyalty to the family.

She leaned against the alley wall and looked around a little, waiting for her beloved Fiacre to step into the alley. She knew they could not stay in this area for long because she was in De'LaFontane territory and she had already been spotted. They would have to head for neutral territory but that was easier said then done. Harmony knew her father had sent out most of the assassins and hunters the Garniers have to offer in order to try to track down the cause of the rumors. Her purple eyes looked around a little as she brushed some dark curls from her face while waiting patiently

 

[Eiselmann]

Louis

There........a lone figure and by the feel a De'LaFontane lurking about in an alley way not too far away

Louis felt others near some familar, some new ,some family ,some hated but this was the closest and would do for now

He turned and ran along the rooftops to the alleyway.

Andre De'LaFontane looked upon the woman, he had his hands up her dress having given her some coin which he would take back later....he was young just 18 and had disobeyed the elders warning that he must not leave the mansion alone...they thought he was scared of the Garniers but he wasn't the elders were simply old men and women weak in fear.

The woman didn't fight she was a professional and the young man was quite good looking ...it had been a good night he was her fifth and had paid 10 times more than she would have charged ...she'd be able to buy fresh bread for her children tomorrow

" Go on my love ...mum will show you all her treasures" her eyes looked ahead betraying her indifference....she could have sworn she saw a shadow fall to the ground but how was that possible the lowest roof was very high up

She felt the young man touch her heat and she faked a moan....then the darkness exploded as a face cruel and handsome appeared out of the shadow and took her young fuck and flung him to the far wall.....as the young man hit the wall the newcomer had leaped after him and reached him at the same time "Hello De'LaFontane die....." then the newcomer punched her customer and then horror upon horror ...pulled out his beating heart and threw it down....the young man suddenly burnt like a sun and then was gone except for the smell of ashe and decay.

Louis turned to look at the woman and in a smooth motion he crossed the distance between them and feed ...she would not be missed


OOC This killing of an NPC was run by ChaosDAmore before posting..all good

 

[poohlive]

The Church gets involved

Francis Colour
19
Lean, muscular
a mess of curly black hair
blue eyes




The Cardinal of the church turned his head to the side, as he prepared the water to be blessed.

"They are the filth of this city, why should we protect them?"

Francis had seen more than a fair share of crying family members coming in here, the stories of witches, vampires, dead walking the night, feasting upon the living. They asked for help, guidance, prayers. Where is God when evil can roam the streets free from persecution.

"Are you saying whatever is out there does God's work?"

The Cardinal made his prayers, silent, whispers to the sacrifical water inside the basin. It rippled his answer.

"I am saying that good standing citizens of this town have nothing to fear. Those who do not imbibe or partake of the flesh, or gamble once the sun is down, those who simply go home and rest, awaking the next morning for work will be blessed and charged with good keeping."

Francis nodded, understanding. He knew this is how Father worked, how the church worked. They did not see anything, nor fear anything. They chose to stay away from the worse parts of town, the darkened alleys that held secrets.

As far as he knew, even the nobler of families also had secrets, lies, things which they did not choose to air into public. No one was under any fleeze wool of virgin cloth. It did not exist.

Francis thought they should all be loved, and protected.

Which, is why he roamed the darkened streets at night. In his robes, darkened robes of the church, his cross dangling at his chest. He had holy water, corked up in skins. There was no other weapon he knew.

The Vatican would know of weapons, stakes through the heart, silver, the sunlight. But, Francis knew not what he fought, he only knew that it was evil, and it harmed the good people of Paris...

As well as the not so good people.

It wasn't until he stepped into a blind alley, crashing into a young girl that he finally realized where he was. This was indeed a bad part of town, bars and taverns shelling out cheap booze and curved flesh.

And this poor girl he had run into, she nearly fell to the ground. He grabbed at her, keeping her close, making sure she did not fall to the littered streets below.

"There you are, you're safe," He said, nearly hugging her, keeping her from falling.

"Goodness. I am sorry. My name is Francis. I am an apprentica to Carndinal Ronald up at the church. I am sorry, I..."

And, then he saw it, the legs sprawled out behind her. Oh God, another body, another one. Francis went to it, kneeling down. Drained, pale, with bite marks on the neck, just like the others.

"Is this why you ran, seeing it? Someone must have done this, some monster. I am sorry, dear miss, sorry you have to see such a sight. Come, I can lead you away from here. I'll escort you, so whoever did it will not hurt you as well."

 

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When the man grabbed onto her, Elizabeth's first instinct was to knock him down and scale the nearest wall but she could read pure thoughts from him. She was stunned, she did not think there was a pure man alive in the world. Even when he pulled her close almost in a hug there was no filth of his mind. How could this be? What was a cardinal? Why was he dressed so strangely? She looked at him stunned as he walked down the alley to her victim. She had thought she had brought the pig deep enough into the yard so that no one would see him.

As Elizabeth looked on with a shocked look on her face, the pure man looked up at her all consoling as if she was an innocent. She could not answer him but stared as if in shock. Elizabeth had only known pain at the hands of men and as she listened and watched this strange uncomman man she wished she was what he thought she was, a pure soul. She suddenly felt shame and pulled her cape even tighter to herself to hide her hunting clothing.

A monster, that was what she was as the pure man had called her. She turned feeling tears and feelings that she had thought were long dead. She must get away from him and get control of herself once more.