RPG Vampire: the Masquerade

[Darkened Skye]

Okay, here we go. I'll post the pre-stoy again.

Kayla spotted her again. That person she had seen at the mall, walking by her home, in town a few times, and now here, at a rave. Only this time, the person made it known to Kayla that she saw her, by waving slightly and smiling a little.
Kayla decided to wave back, then shrugged and went back to dancing. Who was she? Kayla hadn?t seen her around before. Maybe she was new in town? Just arrived a few weeks ago?
She stopped dancing for a few seconds to rub a sore on the back of her neck. She had that for a about a week now, it wouldn?t go away. It was only mildly painful, however.
Oh well. Back to dancing.

* * *

She had no clue.
Skye?s smile dropped, and she looked down, hands in her pockets. That mortal had no clue.
?Hey, BABY,? Someone said. Skye turned, and saw two guys, quite obviously drunk, or high, or both. They were using each other for support.
Skye smiled. This would be easy tonight. That was good - she liked it when it was easy.
?Hi guys,? She said. ?Going my way??
The two guys smiled wide, and tried to high-five each other. One said ?Score!?, whilst the other just barely managed to gurgle out something.
Skye smiled again. They were drunk, they wouldn?t notice a thing, especialy since the chances of them remaining concious were slipping fast even without blood loss. Now she just had to find someplace quiet...

* * *

Someplace quiet turned out to be their minivan. Skye liked this minivan, too - dark windows were a plus.
?Turn around...? She tempted the guys, as she unzipped her shirt. As the guys goofed up and turned around drunkenly, Skye stripped off her shirt, pants, and shoes as she climbed into the minivan?s back and lowered the back seat, then sat back in the sexiest possition she could muster, her legs spread enough to reveal her vagina.
?Okay, you can look,? She said. The two turned around. There was a moment?s pause, then they both fainted.
Skye stared at the edge of a minivan for a moment, not believing her good luck, then shrugged and climbed over, pulling them in. She looked both over, neither looked more apeasing then the other, so she just grabbed the closer one. Skye rolled back the sleave on one, and stared at his inner arm, at the bent in the elbow. She then put her mouth to it, her fangs extending and biting down.
Blood began to seep out, she licked up the stray streams first then focused on the main flow. This blood didn?t taste quite like what Kayla?s had, but that was probably because it was from a drunk.
Skye closed her eyes, taking in the feeling of the blood against her throat. She?d grown accustomed to it, and that scared her. But she also kind of enjoyed it. It was newish to her. Twenty years of being a vampire wasn't an incredably long time to an immortal.
Skye eventualy decided that was enough from this one, she stopped feeding and moved onto the other one, using the same port for the blood. She almost never bit the neck, and if she did, it was always the back, where little blood would escape. She wasn?t trying to kill anyone, after all.
The blood of this one tasted much the same; she figured that these two had similar bloodlines, perhaps they were cousins or even brothers. She didn't know - it was getting hard for her to tell the differance between humans. Unless she knew their faces well, they just all blurred together.
After she was done, she left the van and put her clothing back on, then closed the door to the van. She began to walk away, sated for this night. She decided that she didn?t want to spend the rest of the night admiring Kayla, although Kayla was most certainly one of the most beuatiful creatures Skye had ever seen.

* * *

?I hate my unlife,? She said to Vincint.
Vincint Schneider was a human, a mortal. He had dark black hair and a neatly trimmed beard, and Skye sometimes got the idea that maybe he was trying to look like Satan - because he did look like the common veiw of the Lord of Darkness. However, he most certainly wasn?t a Satanist, considering the cross around his neck and the fact that he killed others of her kind for a living.
Not that she at all cared even the slightest. When they had met, Skye explained in simple terms that she?d never killed a human in her life or unlife and didn?t plan on starting, she was just trying to stay alive (or unalive).
?Can?t say I blame you,? Vincint said as he drank back a bottle of beer.
?No, but I mean, I REALY hate it,? Skye said, drinking a coke. ?I mean...I?ve told you about Kayla, haven?t I??
?Yes, you have,? Vincint said.
?Well...? Skye said. ?Look at this. Can you imagine me trying to ask her out? ?Hi there, my name?s Skye. Hey, wanna go out on a date?? ?Sure, Skye, why not?? ?Cool! Just make sure that it?s after the sun sets, becasue otherwise I?ll burst into flames?.?
?Depending she says yes,? Vincint said.
?Oh, she?d say yes,? Skye said. ?Toreador, remember??
?Refresh my memory,? Vincint said. Skye sighed. She looked around the bar, then spotted a pretty-looking young woman. She waved a tempting finger, and the young woman came over, seemingly very happy.
?Hi, my name?s Skye,? She said. ?Ever been kissed by a woman??
?Never thought about it before you...? The young woman said. Skye leaned over, bringing her lips to the young woman?s, who shuddered a little under the cold touch. Then Skye pushed the woman away, and turned back to Vincint.
?That?s what I?m talking about.? She said, as the woman stumbled away. ?It?s EASY! I hate drinking blood, but humans make easy prey, especialy for a Toreador or Ventrue.?
?Um, excuse me, not as easy as you think,? Vincint said. ?I?ve killed two dozen of your kind.?
?They?re not ?my kind?.? Skye said, leaning down on the bar. ?If they were ?my kind? then you?d just be a pawn that I use. Probably would have sucked you dry a year ago.?
?I only met you six months ago,? Vincint said.
?My point exactly,? Skye said. ?Look, here?s a thought. Go grab a wooden steak and just impale me, okay??
?What? Why??
?Because you kill ?my kind?, remember?? Skye said. ?Come on. This way I?m out of the picture, but I don?t have to die, exactly.?
?Nope. Not gonna do it.?
?Come on!?
?Nope,?
?Please??
?No. You?re too valuable an information sorce.?
?What are you TALKING about? I?m a Neonate!?
?You never know,? Vincint said. ?I happen to have incredably good luck - ow!? He yelped when Skye hit him over the back of the head.
?If you luck?s so good, then how come you, a slayer, couldn?t stop me from doing that?? The Toreador asked.
?Oh, go to Hell.? Vincint said.
?Maybe you are lucky; I?m already on my way there.? Skye said. She leaned back against her chair.
?This sucks,? She said. ?I?m thirty two years old and I look seventeen.?
?I thought you said you were nineteen when you were bit,? Vincint said.
?Yeah, but my ?expansion? was going slow.? Skye said. ?Damn. Do you realize I?ll never be able walk into a bar and just ask for a beer??
?Yes you will,? Vincint said. ?Come on. Pull some of that mad Toreador power to get me out of paying the bill, becasue I know you don?t have any money.?
?Oh, fine.? Skye said. ?But if I have to use my body in any way, YOU?RE gonna owe me big time. Get it??
?Got it,? Vincint said.
?Good,? Skye said.

* * *

She had to use her body, in a way she didn?t realy like all that much considering the size of the barkeeper, but it wasn?t like she hadn?t done it before. Skye had then tracked down Vincint, and he had payed her a rather large amount if money which involved high numbers with three digits, almost four. He would have been much better off just paying the tab, but then again, he came from a long line of vampire slayers with a long line of money behind them, so it wasn't like he couldn't spare the cash.
Skye smiled as she counted the money, walking down the alley and getting back to her lair, it was getting late. Or early. Depended on weather or not one?s point of veiw was that of a vampire. To her, it was late.
Her ?lair? wasn?t a crypt or a vault or a castle, it was an apartment. She got out her keys and unlocked her door.
Her apartment was almost utterly bare, anything in it was there simply to entertain anyone who might come who didn't know she was a vampire.. There was a couch, a table, two chairs, and a small TV. It had come with a fridge, but the fridge was empty and had been for the past three years. The windows had thick, heavy curtains.
Skye realised she had slept late last night, she was still wide awake when the first rays of sunlight would be shining. That meant that she had time to spare. She went imidiately to her art room.
Skye had always loved to paint, that was were most of her money came from whenever she needed money. She used to paint happy, joyful pictures all the time, but she had kind of toned down on them. Her latest one looked like something Whistler would have drawn - ?incompleate? looking, but actualy that was how it was supposed to look. She was fond of painting night sceans, or ?nocturnes?, as Whistler called them. This one was a veiw of the city from her window.
Skye grabbed her art brush and her paints, and began to apply them almost randomly. She always kind of entered a trance when she worked, as the part of her vampiric mind that was connected to the long-dead Antedeluvian of the Toreador went to work. Her art skills had been magnifide when she had become part of the undead. That was a plus. One of the few.
Speaking of Toreador, she thought when she looked over the painting, maybe she should find some Toreador who'd want this. Yeah, that would be great...she could get thousands for it. Rip off some poor Toreador Neonate, or some poor Toreador elder.
Then she heard a knock at her door. A knock? Who could it be at this hour? She checked her watch...it was only five in the morning.
Five...? The sun was up. Damn. There was another knock, and Skye spared a moment to grab a knife before opening the door.
?Rent.? Was the first word she heard, then she sighed in relief. She had thought maybe it was some vampire hunters, or maybe some ghouls sent by some vampire she might have accidenlty pissed off.
?Hello, Ms. DeGuaff,? She said. ?Hang on a sec, I?ve got it in cash.?
Skye put her knife aside and reached into her pockets, pulling out the cash that Vincint had given her.
?How much?? She asked.
?Three hundred dollers.? Ms. DeGuaff said. Skye counted out the money, and then handed if over. Ms. DeGuaff, a seventy-year-old woman who should have died ages ago, sneered.
?And DON?T be late again!? She said. As Skye closed the door, she heard Ms. DeGuaff say something about ?stupid kids?.
Skye shook her head. Damnit, she hated Ms. DeGuaff. What the Hell kind of name was that, anyway? She?d looked it up in a French name dictionary once and found nothing. Maybe Spanish? She didn?t look spanish.
Skye closed the door, then went over to a window. She made sure to stay as far as possible from the sunlight, leaning against a wall, and then pulled she curtain back slightly.
Sunlight poured in, bright and, to Skye, anyway, hot. The sun was probably fully in the sky. And all of a sudden, she was tired, a natural instinct for a vampire upon seeing sunlight indirectly. Skye tentively put the curtain back, then went to her bedroom.
Her bedroom didn?t have a coffin like the common vampire slayer idiot might think, it had a bed. A rather nice bed, Skye thought. She?d enjoyed a number of days and nights of it, sometimes not alone. Something Skye had noticed was that male vampires almost always went after female humans and were almost always straightforward, whilst female vampires, including herself, had no prefferance in gender and tended to seduce. Something in their very nature? Or was it that female vampires still liked to do things the easy way?
Who cared? Skye lay down on her bed, sighing softly as she pulled she sheets over her. She wished she could have stared at the sun. Well, she could have - and then burst into flames a second later. She wished she could look at the sun without that nasty drawback.
Oh well. Skye closed her eyes, and let herself drift off into sleep.

* * *

Kayla awoke to a sound
?Hello, Kayla,? Someone said, standing over her bed. Kayla?s eyes slowly drifted open, she saw a young woman, about her age, standing over her.
?Uhn...?? She asked. The young woman put a finger to her lips.
?Shh,? She said. ?You don?t want to wake yourself up.?
?I...wha...?? Kayla asked. The young woman smiled.
?Just relax,? She said, pulling off her shirt and revealing her humble breasts. Kayla?s eyes widened, as the young woman stripped down, getting toataly naked. She reached a hand forward, and pressed Kayla to her bed as she got on top of her. Kayla moaned softly, anticipating somewhat incorrectly what was comming.
The young woman?s hands softly traced across Kayla?s nightgown and to her breasts, then one hand drew a soft line down the middle of Kayla?s night gown. Kayla was begining to get warmer as she became more exited. The young woman enjoyed this, she unbuttoned Kayla?s nightgown. Then she leaned over, her hands cupping over Kayla?as breasts and her lips pressing against Kayla?s. Kayla moaned at this sensation, and at the fact that, for some reason, whoever this was seemed to be as cold as a corpse.
The young woman?s hands traced away from Kayla?s breasts and to her hands, holding them down, as the young woman?s breasts touched Kayla?s. She gasped then, as the young woman began to kiss along her neck. She WAS cold...
Kayla felt a small, sharp pain at the back of her neck, and some kind of wetness. Her vision was begining to blur, and she felt herself drifting from conciousness. She also felt something licking at the back of her neck....the young woman, who had shifted positions to be behind her, so Kayla was on top of her. the young woman?s hands clasped tightly onto Kayla?s breasts, kneading them gently. It felt nice...this was a great dream...
Skye finished drinking, making sure that no blood got on the bed or anywhere. She then pressed a hand firmly against the wound, and waited for the bleeding to stop. Several times, she thought of things that she kind of liked the idea of, involving her taking advantage of the unconcious Kayla.
But no. She wouldn?t do it. If Skye had anything, it was willpower, and she managed to fight off the temptation to do something which she probably wouldn?t regret and Kayla wouldn?t remember.

* * *

Skye was now wandering aimlessly. That's what she did with most of her nights these days when she wasn?t painting.
And, of course, as she walked down the city streets she knew that she was being followed, and she knew that it was by a vampire. And from the way he carried himself, he was very confidant, thusly probably very old.
Skye reached a wide, open street. She finaly turned, looking at the vampire.
He looked old. Very, very old. She could tell simply by looking at this vampire, with pale white skin, long black hair tied back in a ponytail, and a dark trenchcoat. His eyes seemed to carry his age. Skye suddenly felt a little fearful.
?Who are you?? She asked. The vampire smiled.
?I think,? He said, in an accent that Skye couldn?t quite place - something European, that was for sure. The vampire began to pace around Skye, although he kept a distance of about ten feet to make sure that Skye didn?t feel to uncomfortable, ?That it is more important as to who you are. Skye Endawi, no??
Skye looked at this vampire.
?Yes...? She said. ?Yeah, that?s who I am. Skye. Um...what...do you want??
?Simple,? The vampire said. ?What we all want, isn?t it? Blood. But I want more then that. I want to have unlimited access to it. I want the Camarilla gone.?
Skye gasped. She had no love for the Camarilla, but it was the most powerful vampiric sect and it managed to keep some order in the vampire world.
?You?re a Sabbat!? She said. The vampire laughed.
?I most certainly am not part of those fools,? The vampire said. ?I belong to no foolish clan or sect.?
?A...and why do you want me?? Skye asked.
?What do I want from you?? The vampire asked. He chuckled a little. ?I thought we had gone over what I wanted already.?
The vampire suddenly shifted into nothingness, then was suddenly behind Skye. he grabbed her hands and held her in place.
?Blood,? He said. Skye tried to struggle, but couldn?t. She felt a sharp pain in the side of her neck, and she felt blood begin to drain from her in painful ammounts. She was already dead, so she couldn?t fall into blissful unconciousness. Rather, she could only stay awake, and scream. But Skye didn?t manage to scream, the vampire glasped a hand to her mouth.
After what seemed like an eternity, the vampire let go. Skye fell to the ground. She used one hand to support herself, and her other one clasped her wound, trying desperately to keep the precious blood in. She?d have to feed again...and feed a lot...
Skye found herself in tears. She looked at the vampire, who was walking off.
?Who are you?!? She demanded. The vampire stopped, and turned. he bowed deep.
? Count Vlad Drakul,? He said, and Skye suddenly remembered the accent. It was Transilvanian. ?But you may call me...Dracula.?
The vampire burst into a cloud of bats, which flew off into the moonlight.

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]He sat, perched, watchful, on the rooftop directly above the dancing girl. His cold, lifeless eyes caressed the young woman's fragile body as it twirled and pirouetted under the two o'clock moonlight, drawing him as close as he dared and fascinating him deeply. She danced alone on the street, singing disjointedly and zigzagging her way along the abandoned rows of buildings until they dissolved into parkland. The man, running out of rooftop, jumped down from the three-story hight and landed lightly on his feet, still concealed in darkness.
The girl began to wander into the thick forest parkland with a confused, bewildered look on her face, before laughing and singing once more as she drew her observer deeper into the garden.

After a few minutes, she stopped in the centre of an intersection of pathway and began to cry. Then she shrieked suddenly and laughed again, evoking a smile from her hidden stalker. Twisting slowly, the girl looked about her until she stared directly at the man's location in the darkness. This confused him, as she appeared to have seen him but this was not possible.
He sighed and stepped out from his hidden location. At this she shrieked again and jumped back, falling over backwards onto the gravel path. He did not move, rather, stand before her and stare intently down at her. He secretly longed to see her dance again, her body to him was magnificent.
The man suddenly pounced on the girl, bringing her not to the ground but simply into his encircling arms. She gasped and relaxed in his embrace, and showed no signs of restraint. He smiled at her upturned face and knelt to the ground, laying her gently upon it. She closed her eyes and smiled lazily as he stared at her face and then body, enchanted by her pale skin and spidery limbs.

Then, bending down slowly, he kissed her gently and, hearing her moan, ran his hands over her body and through her hair. He began to kiss down her neck, and she gasped and enclosed his body in her arms. As his long, thin fangs sunk slowly into her flesh, she showed no resistance, her breathing faltered slightly and that was all.
He continued to feed off her, and when her breathing became too shallow to perceive, he slashed at his wrist, placing it on her mouth. She sucked at it greedily, causing him to moan with shared rapture. The Embrace was complete. The young man knelt before his vampyre fledgling in the dark, the blood still warm and acrid in his mouth.

She looked up at him, slightly confused.[/I]

Raven: Who are you?

Lacroix: I am Lacroix. Welcome, my lost cathartic love, to my world.

Raven: What?

Lacroix: Feel different?

Raven: Somewhat. Why?

Lacroix: You are a vampyre.

Raven: What!

[I]Lacroix, realising that words would not work, took Raven by the hand and led her down the street. They reached a darkened alley. The smell of human refuse saturated the ground, but they ignored it. Pulling out one of the many homeless people, Lacroix sank his fangs into the hapless mortal's neck, drinking lightly. He then turned, offering the body to the startled Raven.

Instinct overcame revulsion, and she took the body, drinking deeply. When she was finished, she broke the neck with a sharp crack. Lacroix smiled at her, then again took her hand, leading her off.

Half an hour later, they stood in Lacroix's ...den of iniquity. Lacroix, slightly elated, drew Raven too him and kissed her, hard. After intial resistence, she melted against him. He drew her over to the bed, draped in black velvet. He slowly laid her down, and then joined her.[/font][/color][/I]

[Heartless Me]

OOC: Time to show that Sex is not the only thing that vampires are about. :devil:

----------------------------------------------------------

The small studio apartment was completely quiet except for the muffled wimpers of the young girl. Back to the room for now. It was about twenty feet from room to room and the ceiling stood at twelve feet. The walls, ceiling, and floor were all brick laid and painted black. Ancient looking runes and incantations were written over the floor in what looks like white chalk. Several stands encircle the room all filled with dimly lit candles. By the raunch smell they emit, it's not difficult that the candle wax was made from human origins and the oil in the lamp above the table contained a liquid only known to Shai'Tan and Damion themselve's. The table was made from hard oak and was treated to withstand time and the elements even though it's only seen the light of day once since it's treatment. This was no normal table however, It had a manacle on each corner connected to a chain and bolted to the table. Your classic torture/bondage table.

The girl contained upon the table. She could be no older than eighteen with long golden hair that fanned out over the edges of the table as the tips flittered against the ground. Standing up it would have easily reached the top of her buttocks. Her form was not to thin but more athletic with wonderful curves. She had the most captivating blue eyes like an icy cold clear winter sky. That is what got his attention in the first place. She wore a white plain blouse and a pair of blue jean shorts. She opened her eyes to watch Damion as he started to unpack his little suitcase. He pulled out objects that made him seem like a modern day jack the ripper. The final item removed was a small dagger, the hilt shaped like a demons face. At the tip of the handle was a small red jewel, at least it looked like a jewel but there was a bit of liquid in it that licked at the inside walls like fire.

Damion: Don't worry my dear, sweet young virgin. I will make this hurt as much as possible. And when this is all over and you finally die, your soul will be given to whatever demon arises to do my bidding. That's right, feed me with your fear. Yes, I can almost taste your sweet blood running from your neck over the rest of your body...

Tears streamed down the young womans face, almost crystalline in appearance. Her face read with fear and eyes glued open as he picked up a larger than average scalpul. He brought the blade over and gently brought it down the fabric of her shirt exposing her chest to him and he looks up at her smirking evilly. Even looking this diabolic he still had a certain dark charm to him that was almost irrisistable. Taking the scalpul once more his eyes fixated on the center of her chest, where her breast bone moves down connecting to her ribs. Bringing the surgical knife down upon her chest cutting into the skin. He begins to chant above her muffled cries of pain and incomprehensible pleads to stop.

Damion: Powers of Darkness come to my call. Appear before me and grant me my desire!(I know it's cheesy but it works.)

The soft blood flows from her chest as he makes his precise incision down the center of her torso all the way down to her sternum. Bringing the scalpul up again and cutting deeper still then making a similar cut along her collar bone and her bottom ribs, allowing him to peel back the skin of her chest with much less difficulty than before. the girl having gone into shock by the second cut was dead by now but the wards placed upon the room had disallowed the dying virgins soul it's escape to the afterlife. Taking hold of her ribs he pulled the ribcage open looking at the mess of organs. Hes done this so many times and it still seems that every persons inside was different even though the organs looked the same. Grabbing a tube he sucked the blood away from her organs like a straw quickly and efficiently There he was able to see the lungs, diaphram and a part of the heart easier. Taking the lung and shoving it to the side he fully exposes the heart to the dark lamp light.

Damion: Please accept this sacrifice and give me what I ask!

He took the ritual dagger lifting it above his head, the womans body twitched once and he drove the knife into her exposed heart, the blade itself drinking from her hearts blood as the magic of the ritual is released. Every candle in the room goes black and a quick wind picks up as the chalked runes, symbols and incantations begin to glow. A creature of darkness rising from the body of the passed virgin. It looked upon the vampire with a vicious stare.

Deamon: Why have you summoned me, earth walker?

Damion: I have fulfilled your means, thirty-five virgins in the manner that you required...

Damion dislodged the gem from the daggers hilt and held it up to the "monster". It took it within two claws and placed the jewel withing it's mouth making a large crunching sound as it devoured hte liquid inside.

Damion: Are you satisfied Lord?

Daemon: I am.

Damion: Than you will grant me what I requested?

Daemon: I will... :demon:

Damion closed his eyes awaiting his gift. The Daemon drove it's claws into Damions chest and he fell unconcious. Upon reawakening he looked at the empty room... the room was filled with the taint of evil. the walls ceiling and floors were consumed with balefire and he was the only one unharmed. Standing he raised one arm and concentrated on his hand. A small ball of balefire contained itself in his hand. A dark smirk crossed his face, he had recieved his gift. Letting the balefire subside he layed hisself down upon the warm cement and slept awaiting the next evening.

[Darkened Skye]

...okay, you scare me. Waste of a good virgin, too...

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: He scares you? You ain't seen nothing yet my lost cathartic friend. And Arikel, sex might not be the only things for a vampyre, but you can bet its one of the most ...interesting. But anyway, here's the other side to it. And stop reading Wheel of Time. I get enough of that at school.

IC: [I]Raven rises from Lacroix's bed, naked and alone. Remembering the earlier events sends a thrill down her spine, and she quickly searchs for her strange companion. She spies a nightgown, black velvet traced in silver. She shrugs it on, and walks around the room. There are only two doors, one of which is locked. She tries the other one. It leads down an unlighted staircase, although candle light flickers at the bottom. She carefully walks down.

At the bottom, a large table is set up. Lacroix is bent over a human body. Still writhing slightly. A charred reek hangs in the air. Lacroix turns, revealing a strand of heated barbed wire. It had been placed down the man's throat, and then ripped out slowly. The man's stomach was an open cavity. Rats had eaten through it. Slowly. While he was still alive.

His head showed signs of blood loss. Leeches had been placed in his eyes, nose and ears. He was going to be dead very soon.

Raven gasps at the sight, walking slowly over to Lacroix.[/I]

Lacroix: Well?

Raven: I like your entertainment, But I like this even more.

[I]She wraps her arms around Lacroix, bringing her mouth to his. Lacroix picks her up, takes her back up the stairs to the bed, their love making slower this time, gentler. They still manage to annoy the people for a rather large radius though...[/I]

OOC: Blood, darkness and sex. This is so me. God I love this kind of thing. Perverted you say? Again, you ain't seen nothing yet.[/font][/color]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic][i]From her position in the humid darkness, he looked almost porcelain, with curving patterns of the muscular arms and legs entwined in her own, to form a convolute tangle of limbs that spoke of tranquil ardour. She lay in the shadow and drank in the feeling of protection created by his silent presence, although a sense of iniquity emanated from this magnificent creature she had entwined in her arms. To anyone else he would appear to be hers, but she knew that possession could never be applied to him, as he was as wild and untamed as he was indescribably beautiful. To watch this figure took her breath away, to lie here entwined with it was more than she could bear, almost. She didn't dare make a sound for fear of the sight dissolving. Her lips ached for his skin, but she couldn't bring herself to move.
There was a fluttering of movement, and his eyes opened to penetrate her own. Her breath caught in her throat, and a sudden stillness blanketed the air heavily. She felt her hand reach forward to take his own, careful not to break it. She did not know, as yet, what it was made of. The skin was velvety and white as bone where it intercepted the light. She lay her head on his chest and listened to the strong heartbeat. She could hear the vines growing through the cracks around her window. She shut her eyes and encircled his torso in her arms once more, silently thanking whoever cared to listen for the millionth time that night. She pictured the roseate crescent of his lips and obsidian eyes, through which a glimmer of the powerful and enigmatic mind could be seen. A tear ran down her cheek and fell on his skin, running off away from me and leaving a silver trail in the moonlight, and placing a delicate hand on her hair. She slid an arm across his chest and drew her head back to look at his face, and was blinded by his stunning beauty and overpowering presence. He saw the tears now streaming down her face and smiled. Pulling her down on top of him, he slid his tongue inside her and numbed her flesh with a kiss. She moaned softly, her hands groping to find places to touch and places to hold. His hands slid to her arms and pushed her back onto the bed, and she closed her eyes and felt his tongue slide down her neck to her breasts. Gasping, she arched her back to him and held what parts of his flesh she had in her hands tighter. A hand slid down her stomach and past her abdomen, creating a wave of endorphin and another soft sound escaped from her throat.[/i]

Raven: You do not know my name, do you.

Lacroix: That is true. What, praytell, is it?

Raven: Hmmmm.... Raven.

Lacroix: Is that so?

Raven: It is now. New beginnings, new beginnings...

Lacriox: Another thing, my love.

Raven: Yes?

Lacroix: Tell me why I found you dancing in the street at two o'clock this morning?

Raven: Because you were looking at where I happened to be. And I know that's not a coincidence.

Lacroix: ....Hmmm. T'will do.

Raven: T'will have to...

[i]Raven crawls ontop of her new life and kisses it hard before finding places for her lips elsewhere...[/i][/font][/color]

[Heartless Me]

OOC: I SOOO wished you and raven lived in Indiana! I need a decent group for a really twisted vampire game!!!

----------------------------------------------------

The night had fallen once more and Damion arose from his unholy tomb to stalk the night once more. Pushing aside the dead body of the virgin he sacrificed the night before that lay next to him he looks around with a stretch... After a short sigh reminding himself that it was worth it he looked at all the damage caused. How long had it taken for him to craft those candles? to make and fill that oil lamp? and for what? The power to engulf the living in unholy flames of damnation? It was definetely worth it.

Standing with a dark smirk he brushed the wrinkles clean from his clothing which consisted of a black over coat with a white button up shirt underneath, a black velvet tie, and black pants. All of which were custom italian made. A gift, from his sire before he released Damion into the world. After making himself presentable and slicking his hair back nicely he left the wards of his haven and walked out onto the night street, to hunt once more.

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: No you don't. Believe me. No you don't. Word of warning here people. It may take Raven and I quite a while to get out of that room. Still, at least we can get away with it this time...

IC: [I]Lacroix gasped as Raven's lips met his skin. She laughed evilly, noting the reaction, and liking the effect she has on him. After several minutes, he gives in, grabbing her. He rolls her onto the bed, and crawls on top of her. He kisses her hard, their tongue dancing in an intricate bonding, before withdrawing from her mouth, and starting his way down her body with lips and tongue. Her gasps quickly escalate into moans, furthering his desire as much as hers. The night is yet young, and there is much ...getting acquainted... to be done.[/font][/color][/I]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic][i]Raven struggled to contain herself for what seemed like hours of steadily mounting pleasure, but when Lacroix reached her inner thighs she screamed with ecstasy and rapture, pushing his face into her and breathing heavily. When he entered her this time they came together and lay silently together, enchanted by an unseen bond between them. It was nothing either had ever felt before. [/i]

Raven: Who was that man, downstairs?

Lacroix: I don't know, does it matter?

Raven: I loved what you were doing to him...

Lacroix: Have you ever...?

Raven: Had it done to me? Oh yes, they did all sorts of things to me in there...

Lacroix: That's not what I meant.

Raven: Oh...

Lacroix: Where is there, may I ask?

[/font][/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Raven: You may.

Lacroix: Well.

Raven: Oh! You were expecting an answer...

Lacroix: Seems I shouldn't have. At least, that explains the scars.

Raven: What of yours?

Lacroix: Did you want an answer?

Raven: I can see a compromise looming here.

Lacroix: As you wish.

[I]Lacroix closes his eyes a moment, wrapping his arms around Raven tighter, running his hands over her skin. The scars he traces mean nothing to him. She will always be beautiful.[/I]

Lacroix: I was 73, real time. 21, as I am now, in appearance. A vampyre, I don't know how old he was, but at least 100 years, was stalking me.

It came to a head one night, as I was returning from a hunt. I was living elsewhere at the time. An abandoned asylum. Several stories tall. Anyway, I came to my room, right at the top. He leapt in though the window, and attacked me. He had a knife. He cut me so many times, I was no match for him. Somehow, I managed to throw him off though. When he ran at me again, I rolled back, coiled my legs, and threw him out the window. He came down on an iron fence. Killed him instantly. The sun the next day took care of the rest. It took a long time to heal, with some pretty impressive scars. So, what about you?

Raven: All in good time.

[I]Raven pulls Lacroix to her again, no longer interested in talking. Again... [/font][/color][/I]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]I'm only up to this so many times in an hour you know, my love...[/font][/color]

[Darkened Skye]

...Okay, you guys all scare me.

Oh, yeah, Eagle - how'd Skye just get to her apartment if she'd just been bitten by Dracula, Prince of Darkness, Lord of Transilvania, the Dragon's Son, and just a generaly not-very-nice guy? She has to focus on blood right now.

Ravenstortue: Calm down. Deep breaths. Don't have to have sex all the time. Jesus, I'm not as horny as you are, and I know some of the best free anime porn sites, or I at least know how to get to them...

This is what my next part was supposed to be:

Skye stumbled through the city. The very existance of a vampire depended on their blood. If it ran out, they became very naughty. Simply waking up drained them of blood, and they needed to feed. Every moment they existed, they drained blood from themselves.
Skye needed more blood, now. A lot of it had been drained by that Methuselah. She had no doubt that vampire had been a legendary, mythic Methuselah. Only they would feed off of other vampires. As for the Dracula thing, maybe. Maybe not.
She saw someone up ahead...a policeman.
It would have to do. He had a gun, he had a batton. Neither could kill her, but immortality didn?t mean numbness. If he got out ot either...this could hurt.
Skye stumbled up to the policeman, who had obviously noticed her already.
?Hey,? He said. ?Hey, are you okay? Do you need-?
Skye cut him off then. She decided the easiest way to go about this was through fear, so she hissed and barred her fangs. Her fangs were large enough to be obvious, so she didn?t look like a fool. Only a monster.
The cop gasped, reaching for his gun. Skye punched him, though, before he could get it out, then grabbed his batton and swung with all her might, hitting him across his head. The cop fell to the ground, unconcious.
Skye?s first thought as she stooped low was to go for that glorious jugular, but she managed to control herself and grabbed his arm, ignoring the cloth and simply biting down.
Oh...the blood seemed a sweet, sweet gift from whatever dark after-afterlife she was bound for. She brought her tounge along the cop?s shirt to get up ever last square inch that came out, and drank back the blood that still poured out. She stopped herself after a few minutes, then stood.
The cop had pleanty of blood left in him, in fact enough was left to have sated Skye compleately. But she wouldn?t kill him. She wiped the blood from her mouth, then licked it off of her fingers. Then she turned around, and found that there was a pistol pointed right at her heart. Holding the pistol was a surprised-looking Vincint.
?Skye!? he exclaimed. ?What do you think you?re doing?! Are you trying to get yourself killed??
?Been there, done that,? Skye said as she pushed the gun away from her heart. She knew if was loaded with wooden pellets, not bullets, and thus she realy didn?t want it going off.
Vincint looked at the cop, and saw that he was still breathing fine.
?Why?d you attack him?? He asked. ?I thought you were living off of Kayla these days.?
?I can?t bite her every night, she?d be dead,? Skye said. ?But you?re right. I did bite her tonight. And then I was bitten.?
?You WHAT??
?I don?t have much time to explain unless you?ll walk with me,? Skye said. ?I need blood. Lots.?
Skye walked off, and after a moment, Vincint followed.
?What did the vamp think? That YOU were a human? I thought you guys could tell.?
?We can. He knew I was a vampire.? Skye said. ?I think he was a Methuselah. Hey, will you donate some blood to my cause??
?No,? Vincint said. ?A Methuselah? Don?t think you ever told me about that.?
?Okay, I?m a neonate, right?? Skye asked. ?Less then a hundred years. Above me is an ancillae. A hundred years to two ninety nine. Then there?s the elders. Three hundred years. But there?s another. They?re realy powerful, and they?ll feed off of vampires as well as mortals. In fact, they prefer vampire blood. They?re cold, even for vampires, and they?re deadly, the deadliest creatures on this planet. They?re called Methuselahs. They?ve been undead for over a mellenia.?
Skye hid behind some wall, then looked out, and saw two people, probably a boyfreind and girlfreind, walking down an alley.
?You might want to close your eyes,? Skye said as jumped and grabbed hold of a telephone pole, using the metal spikes sticking out to climb it.
The couple passed underneath Skye as she hid up there, and Vincint did his best to look inconspicuous. Skye then let herself fall onto the woman as she punched the man in the gut, then elbowed him over the head. Both fell to the ground, unconcious.
?The Methuselah called himself Vlad Drakul,? Skye said as she pulled up the sleeve of the woman. ?Ring a bell??
As Skye fed, Vincint tried his best to think, though it was distracting to see Skye feeding.
?...no, it doesn?t,? he said when Skye was done.
?Oh, come on,? Skye said. ?When I met you, you were the biggest vampire idiot on the planet. You knew everything there was to know about Hollywood vampires. You mean Vlad doesn?t ring a bell? Vlad the Impaler??
She bit down onto the man as Vincint reached back. He had known a lot of ?facts? about vampires a while ago, but when he had met Skye and she had revealed her nature to him, she had taught him everything she knew about real vampires.
?...no,? Vincint admited after a few seconds. Skye paused even as she had her mouth on the man?s arm, and she sighed, then went back to feeding. After she was done, she stood and looked at Vincint.
?Drakul. DRAH-kyool. Sounds like...??
Vincint snapped his fingers.
?Dracula!? he explained. Skye clapped.
?Way to go! Now you?ll have to keep following if you want more of an explenation. I can?t afford to stop.?
Skye walked off, and Vincint followed her.
?Dracula,? Vincint said. ?As in ?the Count???
?That?s what he called himself,? Skye said. She?d have to eat a lot tonight, she realised. A full human?s worth of blood.
She and Vincint then heard a scream and a gunshot. They both paused, then ran in the direction of the sound.
Skye saw a black person, about twenty five of age-looking, wearing a black overcoat and holding a sawed-off shotgun. he had sunglasses which were over his eyes. They only saw him for an instant, however, as he swiftly left.
Skye couldn?t believe her luck. She ran towards the body, looking the woman over. She was dead, shot in her chest.
?She?s dead,? she, said, pulling open the woman?s shirt and plunging into the blood.
?Hey!? Vincint exclaimed. ?You can?t do that! She was just murdered!?
?Not my fault,? Skye said, comming up. her lips and chin were dripping with blood. ?I need this more then she does now.?
Skye continued to drink, as Vincint got a little jumpy.
?Um...? He said. ?Skye? Someone was bound to of called the cops.?
?I?m eating right now!? Skye said. After a few minutes, she came up from the body, licking away the blood on her.
?Oh...I have luck,? She said. ?Maybe I am lucky. Since being bit, I?m a better artist, I can go to Kayla and be with her whenever I want and she?ll just think it?s a dream, and I just was able to get back blood fast. Thank GOD...?
She looked at Vincint.
?You?re jumpy,? She said. ?Come on, let?s go.?
Vincint and Skye walked away. When they were a few blocks away, they saw police cars drive by them.

* * *

?Look, I don?t know if it was realy Dracula,? Skye said. ?But it was a Methuselah.?
?Great...? Vincint said.
?Something else,? Skye said. ?If you try to track him down by yourself, you?ll die. You can barely take on an ancillae. A Methuselah would wipe you out. Any vampy-hunter freinds you can call in, get them.?
?I have a few,? Vincint admitted.
They were at a bar, Skye had gotten a coke, whilst Vincint had gotten a beer. Both were waiting for their drinks.
Skye was about to say something else, but then someone came up to her, putting down the coke and the beer.
?Thanks.? Skye said. ?How much??
?No charge,? A regal voice said, and Skye looked up. She realised she was staring at a vampire. ?But,? He said, ?The Prince would like to speak with you, Skye.?
Skye looked a little fearful.
?Wh...what did I do...?? She asked. ?It?s not about that painting I sold to DeGrei, is it? Because I told her I?m working on a replacement, free of charge. It?s almost done!?
?It?s not about that.? The vampire said. ?Nor is it about your...relations...to this mortal. The Prince disdains such things, but you present no threat to her, and as such she does not care what you do. It?s about the Methuselah.?
Skye swore she felt her heart beat for just a moment.
?Word?s spread fast,? Skye said as she stood. She looked at Vincint.
?I?ll be back...I hope...? She said. Vincint nodded.

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]Don't worry, that's not what I was talking about at all. It's a separate issue altogether. And what do you mean, horny? I just ran out of ideas, is all. Don't call me horny, dammit! [/font][/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]*Harlequin coughs meaningfully, with a glance towards the marks on his back. Then ducks for cover. Then starts juggling... wait.*[/font][/color]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]So, you have claw marks on your back. Who's fault is it, my love? Yours, or mine? I suppose it's the same story with the bite marks on your shoulder, cheek, and the love-bite on your upper inner thigh. SEE? I'M NOT HORNY!!!! I'VE GOT NO ****ING REASON TO BE!!!

IC: [i]Raven sighs and looks deep into lacroix's mind, trying to see a glimmer of herself in there. There is nothing. She suddenly feels scared, and sick.[/i]

Raven: I live in a mental institution. I have lived in one my whole life. They... did things to me there, tested new drugs on me, raped me, tortured me... nobody knew or cared. I had no ties to the outside world, so... it didn't matter.

Lacroix: How did you get out?

Raven: I strangled the guard. Then I walked out.

Lacroix: Right...

Raven: But I feel different now... I don't really feel like anything. But I am pretty hungry.

[/font][/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Lacroix: Blood, food or chicken?

Raven: What?

Lacroix: Well, considering that chicken tastes like everything, it is my opinion that chicken is not actually a food, but an obscure poison that kills us by making everything taste the same, thus making us not want to eat due to lack of variety, thus killing us. I consider it one of the many jokes played upon us by the forces of irony.

Raven: Well. At least this should be interesting. Right now though, blood.[/font][/color]

[Darkened Skye]

Sorry I haven't been on, my computer was messed up.

Um...is anyone gonna meet up with Skye at any time? Or Dracula? Someome meeting up with Drac would be kinda' cool, especialy since the story is basicly about him and his eternal quest for vengence.

[Eagle]

OOC: I shall now post my guy into the story.:) I screwed up on the first one. :(
------------------------------------------------------------------------
[I]Drex wakes up to find nothing unusual, just the same old boring, blank celing. But something is different tonight he has an urge to go to the city[/I]

[B]Drex[/B]: Being undead sucks... oh, well time to go to the city.

[I]Drex then opens the door to his shack and transforms into a wolf. After about ten minutes of running he sees a large rabbit.[/I]

[B]Drex[/B]: Ah! The first victom of the night.

[I]Then before the rabbit sees him he already has transformed to his natural form and grabbed it. then he sinks his fangs into it's midsection not far enough to kill it but just enough to draw blood from it. Then he continues on his way to the city. After about an hour he reaches the edge of the city and he transforms to bat form and takes off. He is flying around randomly untill he sees a woman and a man walking down the street then he lands in an alley a few blocks down and starts to transform back to his human form but, before he could stop himself from transforming the man and the woman walk by and the woman looks into the alley to see Drex transform from a bat to a human and she freezes.[/I]

[B]Woman[/B]: Wha...What the... Wh...Who are you?!?!

[B]Drex[/B]: I am Drex Balron, ... and whom might you be M'Lady?

[B]Skye[/B]: I am Skye, Skye Endawi.

[B]Drex[/B]: Wow! I found you already. I must speak with you...
---------------------------------------------------------
OOC: Someone else can pick it up from here just to make it suspenseful.:p

[Raquel]

OOC: One minor detail Eagle... Skye is on her way to meet the Prince...

IC:

Siren quickly steped off the dance floor at a local club... She had stayed longer than she expected and dawn was fast aproaching... Bursting through the doors of the club, Siren sprinted down the street... she ducked into a ally and lept the fence... Glancing over her sholder to check the colors of dawn, Siren diden't see the man untill she slamed into him... Falling back a step, she drew a throwing knife from it's holder on her wrist... Without thinking the blade left her fingers on it's way to the figures throat... To her horror the figure moved with superhuman speed, caught the blade and by the time it registered to her that he had thrown it, it was already sinking into her thigh... Siren fell to one knee and yanked it out then prepared to fight the vampyre that had gotten in her way... She lunged, blade extended, at the man... He dodged the blade and grabbed her arm, appearing behind her and wrenching the arm back, snapping it like a twig... His other hand gripped her neck and pressed her to him...


???: Bad choice of a fight my dear...

With that he plunged his hand straight through her back and with a laugh that chilled her to the bones he droped her had dissapeared... Pain hit Siren like a tidal wave and she began to loose conciousness... With one last surge of strength she hauled herself to a sewer grate, ripped it off, and fell through... She was unconcious by the time she hit the water...

[angel_sepiroth]

"hey yugo can i have your autograph"said an annoying woman who had been following him around all day "look lady all i want to do is get home and be alone alright besides didnt i already sign your autograph book" said yugo "yeah but you havent signed this book yet"said the woman as yugos eye twitched. "ahhh lady leave me alone" said yugo as he started to walk away."wait ekkkkk" screamed the woman as yugoturned around with a shotgun in his hand "alright lady walk away now" "bu..."the lady looked down to see a large hole thorgh her chest "see what you made me do"said yugo as he put the gun in his leather jackethe then looked to see skye "oh man not her" said yugo as he jumped to the top of the building he was next to he then started leaping from building to building when he saw another vampire doing so he stopped and waited for the vamp to get to where he was "please go to see the prince" said the vamp "why" said yugo
"just do it" said the impatient vampire "fine" said yugo as he started to leap towards the princes residince.

[Eagle]

OOC:I know Storm. He met her while she was on her way to see the prince. Like I said before in my entry he was being "pulled to the city". I can't post to the story A.T.M. because I am getting ready to leave the state for a few days:( , just thought I might see how u guys were doing.

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic][i]Raven and Lacroix rose and dressed themselves, and Raven went to the front door of the abode and pulled it open after unlocking it several times. Sunlight spilled in through the opening and swirled like fire on the floor and across her body, she screamed and sheilded herself ineffectually. Lacroix darted across the room in a split second, wrenched her back and slammed the door. Raven lay on the cold, stone floor crying bitterly.[/i]

Lacroix: You stupid idiot!

Raven: What... what happened?

[i]Lacroix realised that she had no idea of the effects of sunlight and his anger towards her evaporated. He walked to her position on the floor and scooped her shocked body up into his arms, walking her into the bedroom once more and laying her gently down on the bed. She had stopped crying and simply lay there, unmoving, pathetic, on the bed. He sighed and went to the bathroom, fetching a balm from the shelves on the wall and returning to her, undressing her and seeing to her wounds. She lay there and made no sign that she was alive, or even there. Her mind was ten years in the past and a thousand years in the future at the same time.
When Lacroix had begun the healing of her skin he put her to bed and retreated downstairs, annoyed at the price and strain of a fledgeling.[/i][/font][/color]