Vampire's Kiss

JRizo

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The setting of this story takes place in 1876, it is the time of Vampires and all things dark and Gothic. Here is my character, there are many positions available for this RPG, waitress, brothel girl, bartender, horse keeper, vampire hunter.
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Character Name: Vangoth
Age: 123 years old
Sex: Male
Eyes: Black
Height: 5'9
Weight: 195

It is a cold and dark misty night, very few people were out wandering the streets of Dead Haven, there were very few women that were wandering the streets alone. A couple of drunkards sat on the street corners with a bottle of booze in one hand and almost to a point of passing out.
 
bartender

Charecter name: Bardak
Age:25
sex: male
eye: one blue eye, one white
Height: 5'8
Weight: 170

Was given the tavern after his father passed away from a heart attack one night after a bar fight. He has been running the bar since he was about 19 years old. He knew about all the customers that are regulars and come in and out of his bar. Him and his family have been living in the city all of his life. About his first year of the bar of owning the bar he got hit in the in the left eye by piece of glass from a beer mog , his eye has been scarred ever since but he can still see out of it.

Begins the wide down the bar begins to wide down the bar known that the more odd Fellows, and the other odd beings should be heading into the bar soon. His eyes scanned the crowd as well as the door knowing that this is the time the things begin to get interested. This bar is known for its many beings and they all have a pact with a bar. There's not much you cannot get at the bar from blood wine to the strongest of the dwarfen ale's and on occasion Elfven wine.

( Can post about twice a week or so at least once a week)
 
That's cool. I guess it's my turn.
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There is pure darkness outside of the tavern, a cold wind blows through the night air. The sounds of bats screeching in the night fills the air, they drown out all other sounds that are outside of the tavern.

A darkly clad figure enters the tavern, he is dressed entirely in black, a black cape with a hood draped over his head, his hands are covered by black gloves and he is carrying a walking cane with a silver wolf's head on the cane. The dark figure walks over to a corner and sits down at one of the tables that are far away from where the rest of the tables are. There is darkness that surrounds the figure, he does not remove his hood from his head, he sits there silently in the darkened corner.
 
Vangoth waited in the corner, he has spent many years waiting for something to happen. There were so many women that he had the pleasure of pleasing. This town is filled with sensuous young women, then there is the scent of other vampires in this town as well, Vangoth did not mind meeting another vampire as long as he did not pose a threat. The Elder Vampire has remained hidden in the shadows of the mortal world for centuries, he has seen many things happen in the past years or so, met many lovers, turned them into creatures of the night as well. This town should be pleasing to his sexual appetites, he craves the scent of a woman, he craves the draining of her blood and transforming her into one of his kind. Vangoth turned to stare at the doorway, the bartender seemed eager for someone to come into his tavern, yet he did not expect it to be a creature of the night that had walked inside. Soon, Vangoth thought to himself, soon he will whet his sexual appetite.
 
Harmony Garnier

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

Bio:
Harmony was not an old vampire by any standards, she was a rather young vampire but in the city, she had made quite a name for herself. She had been turned into a creature of the night almost 50 years ago, to the day. In just that short time, she had mastered many crafts of the vampiric race. Some crafts that not even Elders had mastered. She was a lover by heart but a ruthless killer on the outside. If you stood in her way then may God have mercy on your soul. She walked by night undisturbed by fellow vampires. She had learned to mask her presense from others of her kind but one glance into those purple eyes would mean death.
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IC:
Harmony Garnier could be found walking the streets of the city on this night but too find her would be a task indeed. She was masking her presense after catching word that an Elder was in town but it made no difference to Harmony. Elder or not, they all seemed to want her dead or to learn her secrets. "Just passing through this city eh? It's never that easy.", she spoke to herself softly, her french accent lingering heavily on each word that came from those inviting lips. Those lips hid a terrible secret. She quietly adjusted the dark red, velvet robe she wore and pulled the large hood up to cover her face as she walked into a tavern. She needed something to wet her lips and there were far too many townspeople around for a kill.
 
Vangoth watched as a newcomer entered the tavern, he sniffed the air, this one was a vampire, not old and not young at the same time. Vangoth did not want to spill any blood unless he had to, right now it was best to keep to himself, he would let this little vampire come to him. The newcomer was a female, beautiful and deadly at the same time, her fresh scent filled his senses and he smiled at what he sensed. Tonight should be interesting.
 
Harmony glanced to the man who was watching her. An Elder and a strong one at that. Marvelous. Just what she needed on this night but perhaps he would not cause a commotion. She sat at the bar and looked at the bartender, "A bloodwyne would be lovely. Thank you.". The bartender set the glass of bloodwyne in front of her and Harmony drank slowly from it. Her eyes drifted back to the Elder as she watched him carefully. Elders never could be trusted. They always thought that every vampire was beneath them but she would give this Elder a run for his money, so to say.
 
Vangoth watched as the young beautiful vampire drank her bloodwyne, it had been too long since he had been with a woman of his kind, the others were mere mortals who he had the pleasure of turning into vampires. Vangoth stood up from where he was sitting, he slowly and cautiously approached the female vampire that was sitting at the bar stool. "Good evening, I sense that you are new in town or have you been here long before me?"
 
Harmony glanced to the Elder in a suspicious manner then she shook her head, "I am passing through this town but I take residence in the next town. I don't like to spill blood on my doorstep. Yourself? I get the feeling you are a resident of this town but please correct me if I am wrong." She looked back to her Bloodwyne then finished the glass and asked the bar tender for another. This was going to be a long night, she could tell already.
 
Vangoth smiled a seductive smile to Harmony, "I travel from town to town, from village to village. I am not looking for any trouble either." Vangoth studied her body, deep down inside it was a work of art, Vangoth could be very artistic when it came to creating beautiful works of art, he considered sex a form of art. "What brings you here?"
 
Harmony laughed at his attempt to seduce her, "Please, do not bother trying. It will not work on me. I have mastered most vampiric crafts so your attempts to seduce me will not work." It may have worked, if Harmony had not seen it coming. She was not a dumb vampire, she knew what this Elder wanted. Her body, that is what he was after. There was no denying it. She could tell just by looking into his eyes what his thoughts were. "What brings me here? The same thing that brings every other vampire to towns like this. People that won't be missed or a disappearance that won't be considered unusual. Humans that no one else knows exist except my two little eyes." She grinned and glanced around slightly as the tavern filled even more.
 
bartender

Watches the new arrival from behind the bar. Knowing Harmony first long as he's been owning the bar. No she is anice customer but can be fierce when you get on her bad side. But she is never really cause much trouble in the bar and is always been a great customer. She shows up every so often in the taven.

This is up a special bloodwine that's in the back, being an owner of the bar has taught him quickly how to spot the different types of beings by how they move.

Walks over to Harmony and her newfound guest placing two goblets of about a 50-year-old wine" pardon me Harmony but you seem to the move to celebrate today that figure this would help" smiles and nods as he makes his way back to the bar as he begins to clean it.
 
I sense her not falling by my tempting gaze, this vampire knows her stuff, she could be the one. "If killing is the name of your game, I have to agree with you, the world of mortals were meant for food, but you and I both know that. I have been around for many years and I see things that no one else should see, no other vampire should see."
 
yasmina

Yasmina
22
dark blood red hair
brown eyes
slender build
5ft 4"
110lbs

Yasmina had worked as a whore for about 3 years now since her parents had died of consumption. It was one of few ways for a young girl to make it on her own. She enjoyed her work, got to meet plenty of people......best of all she had a roof over her head. The only down side was that she had to have sex with the men. No matter whether they were nice or handsome.It was horrible having to have sex with someone who hadn't bathed or washed in months.

Yasmin had been working in Bardaks bar for about a year now. Helping him to keep his male customers happy. Happy customers mean money spent. She was doing my usual flirting with some of the regulars in hope they would pay tonight instead of groping her. A lot of guys her here from the country thought that because your a whore they should get it for free if they want it.

She had seen the stranger enter the tavern and sit in the shadows.....there was something so attractive about him, feeling a presence drawing her to him. He was with Harmony, who had the same draw but lesser in strength.
 
Vangoth sensed the other female's attraction, the female vampire that he was talking to was strong. Beautiful and deadly, an odd combination when you are a vampire. The woman that he noticed was watching him was a brothel girl, a woman who keeps the male patrons of this tavern happy, it was all the same for Vangoth wherever he traveled, the people were always the same, even the vampires were the same. They all wanted one thing, and one thing only, satisfaction, the need to feel fulfilled. It did not matter if you were a creature of the night, your sensual desires soared high when you were immortal. Vangoth liked what he was, a killer and a lover, that was something that he had found amusing over the decades. Harmony would seem like a lovely partner for Vangoth. "You are for the thrill of the hunt Harmony? I agree this world is our own little feeding ground, but there must be a passion in you deep down inside waiting to be unleashed. I'll be around if you need me." Vangoth bowed his head and turned to walk over to the other woman who was staring at him, it had been awhile since he was with another woman now is the time to catch up on things.

"Hello there darling,"
 
yasmina

Having said his farewells to Harmony the stranger was now approaching Yasmina near the bar. He looked harmless enough, quite young, maybe slightly older than she was.The puzzling thing was the aura he was giving off.....a lot of danger with a generous sprinkling of pleasure.

As he came closer she could see his eyes.........black like charcoal.......almost hypnotising her to stare. Then he spoke!

"Hello there darling," it sounded so dreamy, as if his voice were made of the sweetest molasses. So thick and sweet, just clings to your soul. Yasmina unlike the other girls who worked here didn't care for the sex, she preferred to listen to the men as they talked. The accents, the passion they put into words when they talked about the wives they left in their house while they came to girls like her for the carnal side of their relationships. This mans voice had here nether regions on fire. This had never happened to her before. She struggled to eventually reply.

"Hello stranger, what can the sweet Yasmina do for you tonight? Some company in the bar or would you prefer a more intimate surrounding?
 
Vangoth smiled a seductive smile at the young woman that he was conversing with, she was very beautiful, an eternal beauty she could have if she chose the life of a creature of the night. There would be an undying pleasure that would enter her life if she chose, that is. Vangoth would not turn a mortal woman into a Vampire if she did not want to become one, that is if he was willing to reveal his dark secret, the Elder Vampire studied her body, her breasts were perfect everything about her feminine feature was perfect, he wanted her, he wanted her now, "I would like both, some company and to be intimate with one as beautiful as yourself."
 
yasmina

"That is alright then sir. My rate is a schilling per hour for intimate and for the other kind just a drink. We could combine the too a drink in my room is the perfect solution"

I head towards the bar , this stranger with those even stranger eyes following silently , graciously behind me. I had never seen anyone else move so lithely except maybe Harmony. She always drank that blood coloured drink Bartak served.
 
Vangoth walked up right beside her and stared at her some more, he placed his gloved hand on her back as she drank her beverage, when Bartak offered Vangoth a drink, he did not order any, he simply watched Yasmina drink, "What do you want to do now dear?" I ask in a seductive whisper in her ear.
 
yasmina

After drinking the glass of cheap wine Bartak keeps for us working girls I take the strangers hand and lead him towards the stairs at the back of the room. The ones that lead to our sleeping quarters which double as our work rooms. His hand feels so cold to touch, his skin so pale I begin to think maybe he is sick.

"lets get comfortable in here, The bed has clean sheets and there are fresh towels to wash with. May I know your name sir........I am Yasmina."
 
I stare at Yasmina, for a long while, staring deep into her eyes, making her almost in a trance, "My name is Vangoth," I sit on the bed after I remove my cloak, "So what do you want to do?"
 
yasmina

He sat on my bed and removed his cloak revealing expensive clothes , immaculate in design . Fitting him so well they were obviously made just for his body.

I felt a bit dizzy suddenly and fell onto the bed beside him, he caught me in his arms. Strong and sure, he held me close. I tilt my head upwards and kiss his cheek. This no longer feels like a chore. For the first time I feel I am doing this for me. My hands roam over the velvet and satin waist coat he has on. The material feels so soft and smooth under my fingers making me think of pale , smooth skin.
 
I lean forward and kiss Yasmina passionately, my tongue slipping into her mouth, my hands explore her body as I place her on the bed, my right hand roams up her dress between her legs feeling the undergarments she has on, my fingers rub the garments that are covering her pussy, I rub the fabric harder feeling the wetness that her pussy has to offer.
 
bartender

Seeing that the new being was after the same thing they're all after knowing soon move the next young lady he will be taking advantage of. It is done his best to help her and give her a roof over her head. He knows a keeping her in his bar. He really wishes that she would have to do this but knowing that her being in his bar, and that her doing it here is a lot safer than her doing out there on the streets. She notes that all she has to do is to pull the rope in the end of the room and he will be therewith in seconds with his assortment of instruments to save her.

Tells his bar keep to take and other glass of that special wine over to Harmony.
 
yasmina

I can feel his hand stroke my snatch through the fabric of my drawers. I'm wetter than I have ever been at the prospect of sex with a customer. There is something so very different about this man.....almost as if he has power over me. Making me feel good, enthusiastic about what is ahead. Never in my years of whoring have I been made to feel like this. They usually come in , grope me roughly before taking out there cocks and shoving them forcefully inside .....not caring if I am wet or not.

Not this man .......this Vangoth. He was taking time...preparing me. Making me feel like a woman rather than a whore.
 
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