Writing The Fragrance of a Black Rose

[Raquel]

Ok... This is the story of my vampire counterpart, Siren... It's my first story in a long time so if it's not the best don't grind me too hard... I'm workin on it...

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Siren sat up, the bright light of the morning sun streaming in her window... She breathed in, happy to be alive... She stood and crept lightly across the floor as not to wake her little brother... Her nightgown billowed around her legs like a bank of mist as she crept to the chest at the foot of her bed... She opened it and drew out a pair of black leather trousers and a burgandy tanktop...

While it wasen't taboo to show so much skin and form, it was frowned upon... Siren tied her raven black hair back and lept from the window into the silent garden below... She raced down to the rock the was the marker for half a mile left into town... She perched upon it, excidedly awaiting the arrival of Nikolas...

Familliar cool hands slipped around her waist and she turned her face up to be kissed... Nikolas obliged willingly, kissing her with a firey passion that entranced her body and snared her all too human soul... Siren let herself be lifted down...

"It's my birthday today you know..." She giggled as he kissed her again...

"How could I forget?" Nikolas was a man most girls would love to call their own... With chiseled features, pale skin and midnight hair, he was the perfect image of a fallen angel...

"Where are you taking me?" She asked innocently...

"To my place for a while... I want to set up somthing special for you..." He opened the door of his house and led the girl inside... "I'll be right back... Make yourself at home..." He went outside and Siren busied herself with making food... Soon the smells of cooking filled the empty house... She set it out on the table then raced upstairs and flung herself on the bed to wait for him... She fell slowly to sleep om the black comforter and hours passed like the snow flakes drifting softly outside the window...

~to be continued~

[Raquel]

Siren?s eyes fluttered open and she inhaled the scents of the candle lit room. Cinnamon, tinged with orange, Nikolas?s favorite smells. Suddenly it occurred to her that the smell of her earlier cooking was absent. In its place was the corrosive odor of blood.
Siren got up and moved towards the door. The smell got stronger and the carpet under her bare feet became damp and dark. She made a face, but tried the knob. It was locked.
Frantic pounding from the other side, accompanied by a high-pitched scream startled her into motion. She backed away from the door, stumbling over her long black dress, which, now that she noticed, she didn?t remember putting on.

?Ni?Nikolas?? It was almost a whisper. ?Nikolas?? She started to panic. Whoever, or whatever, was on the other side of that door wanted out.

?Nikolas!? She screamed, turning to slam into a dark mass. Siren screamed again and a paleface, creased with concern, lowered itself into her view.

?Nikolas!? She pressed against him, sobbing into his shirt.

His hands smoothed her tousled hair and he murmured to her reassuringly. Her tears slowly subsided and she began to scold him for scaring her.
Nikolas?s light tenor laugh cut through her complaints easily. He guided her back to the bed and wrapped his arms around her waist.
She smiled up at him.

?This is your surprise?? She looked up at him, trust shining from her eyes.

?Yes.? He kissed her passionately, bearing her down to the bed. She moaned quietly as his lips moved down to her throat. His hands caressed her neck and back, trailing along her sides. Siren tilted her head back, and Nikolas?s fangs slid into her jugular vein.
Breath rushed in and out of her lungs as the vampire drained her of the sweet burgundy life rushing through her veins. Her eyes closed and rolled up into her head as the relaxing effects of the vampiric salvia began to take hold.
A sharp pain brought her suddenly and painfully to her senses. He was holding he too tightly. Feebly, Siren tried to push Nikolas away.

?Ni?Nikolas?? She stammered ?S... Stop! You?re hurting me!? Weakness washed over her like a wave over the sand. Siren began to panic and struggle in his hold. His mind brushed hers and he spoke reassuringly.

He squeezed her throat and she clawed at them, unable to breathe.

?No?? She managed to choke one word out?

He let her go and she fell back, gasping? He pulled his mouth away, blood running down his chin.

?Your mad.?

?I know? Delightful? Isn?t it.? He laughed and plunged his fangs back into her neck. She screamed and clutched at his shoulders. She screamed again, and everything went black.
Nikolas sat up, wiping the blood from his lips. He smiled at the girl sprawled across the black sheets. His eyes ate in the sight of the black satin dress covering her paling skin, and the tinge of rosy blood painting her lips. A lilting voice behind him caused him to turn.

?So? You plan to turn her??

?Kristopher? Get out.?

?You?ll just drop her once another catches your fancy.? Kristopher advanced and gazed down at the prone form lying on the bed, a rosy kiss staining her neck.

?She?s beautiful.? He brushed a strand of ebony hair from her face. ?Most exquisite.?

?She?s mine!?

Kristopher sighed.

?She won?t be once she awakes.?

?How can you possibly know??

?She?ll never trust you again.?

?Get out.?

?Very well, Brother of mine.? Kristopher turned and faded into the shadows. A black vase holding white roses crashed into the spot where Kristopher?s head had been.

?Meddlesome Twin? Always poking his nose into affairs that don?t concern him. Someday, he will get it cut off.? Nikolas brought his hand to his mouth. He cut the pale skin of his wrist with one pearly fang and crimson blood welled from the wound.
He pulled the dying girl into his arms. She moaned and he smeared the blood across her lips.

He commanded. One pale hand left it?s motionless spot on the bed and reached up to grip the wrist offered, bringing it to her mouth. Nikolas?s head tipped back and his lips parted in a snarl. Siren drank deeply, the grip she had on his wrist becoming painful.
Suddenly, she let go. With a cry, she threw herself away from him and curled up around the blinding pain in her midsection. A scream tore from her throat and Nikolas gathered her to himself, murmuring to her softly.

?Your body is dying. Soon you will be stronger and faster then you were in your mortal life. You will also have powers linked to the Vampiric race, such as the ability to travel by shadows as my dear twin demonstrated. And you can forget everything you were told about the weaknesses of this race. We are immune to sunlight, but the bright light of the noonday sun will hurt your eyes. You will have a faint reflection, and depending on how much of forever you live your unlife, it will grow fainter. Garlic will bother you only because your sense of smell will be twenty times that of a bloodhound. Holy water and crossed will have no effect unless wielded by a true believer. Mind over matter, as they say. Silver will not burn you. See? I myself wear a silver cross. If someone hammers a stake through your heart, you will be immobilized for a short time. But it is wiser not to play with humans, hammers, or stakes. Now the effects will begin to wear off and you will be able to stand.?

[Tasrai]

[COLOR=green]Woah! I like it keep that up you had me hooked!:D [/COLOR]