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Post by Vaidya on May 16, 2017 7:51:39 GMT
She could smell a tantalising combination of blood and her own personal scent on his mouth that hovered over her. His muscles were wound up so tight with wildness and she knew that even if she wanted to escape this ordeal, she would never even get her feet on the ground to run. But who would want to run from such a creature? He was over her, stray strands of white hair staining with human blood, his ruby gaze so powerful and animalistic. And speaking of animalistic... her hand that cupped inbetween his legs could feel that primal desire quite clearly. It took all of her self control in that pregnant pause between them now to fondle him further with a small, craving groan. Instead she let her tongue drag slowly down across her bottom lip to collect some of the smears and dribbles of blood from her meal. Before her tongue could return to her mouth however, everything stopped.
Even her tongue came to a hault, mouth parting in a reaction of being completely stunned. Shakeeya remained in her sprawled, reclined position and just blinked once up at the Ancient who's aura had changed to one of annoyance and was then gone from baracading her against the leather lounge. The vampiress couldn't even articulate a response to his bored sounding question. Not a word. She blinked again and stared at the empty air infront of her, her hands now lowering from being robbed of their possessions before her red little head tilted forward with an expression of utter bewilderment, gaze unfocused. Was this... was this a joke? Her body slowly stood, head still tilted down slightly in confusion, her bare feet feeling the wetness from the carpet seep between her toes. Amber eyes soon rose slowly, peeking out from beneath her lashes and eyebrows that began to frown, following the movements of the other vampire, like a hunter... trying to understand this strange behaviour, these strange movements she had never observed before. He was... going to work?
He meandered away from her as if they'd merely passed in the street. As if a perfect bloodbath had not just been gifted to him. As if he hadn't just had his teeth catching between her legs. "...are you fucking kidding me?" Her voice was low and breathy, anger beginning to simmer, growing hotter and thicker. Her red hair even seemed to stand out at higher angles. "I covered for you... I organised a lovely meal for you. Let you rip my clothes, which you're going to pay for by the way... I had your fucking COCK in my hand. And NOW you want to WORK?!" A tantrum was building as her words grew heated and the vampiress was soon prowling forward, an inhuman burst of speed bringing her instantly infront of his path. Her hands balled into fists like a spoiled child before him, fire and disbelief burning from her eyes. "Oh but you're right. So much time has been wasted," her voice purred condescendingly, not thinking of his pride anymore, "Wasted by a fucking invalid who can't stay in this damn plain." Her hands raised as she hissed her venom at him. To be fair it had been locked away for a while. Why? She wasn't even sure what for now. Had she been trying to be empathetic toward his deterioration? That didn't sound like herself... Her fingers grasped at the fabric of her work shirt, and in a harsh yank buttons were scattered about the floor, her pale breasts bouncing free and her shirt in tatters at her feet. It took a mere flick of a single nail on her finger and her g-string was cut from her body too. "There. Does that not please you? No?" She was still glaring daggers at him as sge stood completely naked. This was not a seduction now, just another twisted gesture of her tantruming. "Prefer me to have something else between my legs? Is that it... my love," the last words were sneered sarcastically, leaning in closer to his perfect face.
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Post by Kay on May 16, 2017 9:17:03 GMT
Hiran was either too distracted to sense the building aggravation coming out of the woman he had left behind, or he simply didn’t care enough to think of her existence. His mind at that moment was so focused on a hot shower to rid himself of the smells of his feast so he could do something productive before the sun rose, that it actually took him a moment to realize the red head had built enough rage to actually confront him. Her disbelieving words had gone to deaf ears at first, but his sixth sense picked up the underlying danger in the tone of her voice. Her voice grew in volume as her need to express her disbelief in his sudden change of decisions made the man tense in preparation, half expecting her to come charging at him.
His body steeled as she used her strength to separate him from his exit with her own body, the hatred flashing from her fire eyes. His initial instinct to such a blatant challenge was to bare his fangs and flare his nostrils as he steadied for any attempt at physical contact. His hands lay flat against his sides, but he took note that hers were in fists. Laying a hand on him first would be stupid. She knew that. But would it stop her from trying it anyway? He almost wanted to see if she would try. The sudden rise of enmity made the old vampire itch to seek out the fight that she was trying to hold herself back from.
Or apparently fight in a different type of low. The lips drew back over his fangs in disbelief briefly, but obviously, and his eyes widened to reveal more of the crimson pools. The shock of her abrasiveness was quick, and the swirling anger that paused flared to life, but not in the way that would be shown with his before display of snarls and muscles. His face simply lost all emotion, as if he were bored, as Shakeeya tore apart her clothing, presenting herself in all her nudity and still spouting like a child. Her sarcastic tone was met with dull eyes as she dared to lean into him. And that was the final expression of her tantrum before he decided to let his own out.
Darkened lips pulled back in a vicious smile as a deep chuckle started to mix into the intense atmosphere. He kept his bloodied gaze on her as he laughed. His chest shook and his eyes slightly crinkled, but as soon as the laugh died away, fangs poked past his lips as he gritted his teeth into a snarl, a hand snapping towards her neck and felt the crunch. This time though, it was intentional, compared to the brush with death he had delivered to her before his meal.
“Shut. Up.” Was his first response with a hiss, dragging her by her crushed windpipe so she could gaze close to his burning eyes before his hand threw her body back, hoping the force would be enough that she would feel winded.
“You spoiled whelp. What the fuck were you before you found me, the so called invalid? You. Had. NOTHING!” The Ancient had walked towards the vampire so he could stand over her, wanting her to feel small.
“If you believe your time has been wasted, then walk out right now, as naked and worthless as the day you first entered my manor. Otherwise, Shakeeya, do your fucking job without all the hysterics. You’re embarrassing yourself.”
Hiran shifted his gaze then towards the door and started his walk back towards his path. He needed to leave, before he inflicted more than just a crushed neck.
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Post by Vaidya on May 19, 2017 8:07:14 GMT
His disinterested gaze was broken at least by her wild spewing of words as she placed herself inbetween the Ancient and his destination of a hot shower. Shakeeya was always in a constant state of craving his attention, whether it be gentle and calm, or quaking with madness. She wanted it all. His blood, his punishment, his worship. And when she didn't get what she wanted, or rather what she thought she was due, well. It was time to make a loud beacon pointing toward the fact. She was actually priding herself for keeping so composed these days. But why was that something to be proud of in the first place. It was her going without his affections more and more these days. Her going without simple interaction as he drifted off into a plain beyond this physical realm. Her going without a decent meal some nights because she would have to take the reigns of the company, focus her mind and be a damn functioning person of society to maintain the visade and power Hiran had going. She was done being pushed to the side like an accessory to his life. And she snarled some low blowing words in past connection to De Crolie's dominance over the Ancient from another life time.
There was a beat of silence before Hiran's face changed and his deep, maniacal laughter bounced around the vast, luxurious study. Standing amongst corpses and books. Laughing down at the naked creature infront of him as if she'd perhaps made some quick witted comment about politics. Shakeeya knew Hiran better than most anyone and the sound sent an uncontrollable shudder of anticipating fear through her. She'd succeeded in pissing him off it seemed, and was too stubborn to back down now. In her twisted, masochistic mind... Any attention was good attention. The idea flashed through the back of her mind as the speed of his hand to her throat barely registered to her simmering amber eyes. She didn't even get much of a choked sound out of her throat from the sudden pressure as his talon like hand viced around her neck harder than before. On the couch it may aswell have been a gentle, tickling caress. This show of power and irritation was lucky not to snap her vertebrae in half. Her bright eyes bulged in an instinctive reaction, her fisted hands opening to grip at his forearm as she was lifted from the ground. She could feel the dark, hateful energy pooling out of him and into her. Shakeeya tried to snarl back at him in response to his blatant order, only sending a sharp sensation of defiance through her more along with the intense pain and pressure around her throat. Her eyes couldn't help but roll up to the ceiling with the mounting pounding pain into her head before she was thrown back on to the floor with a lazy flick of his wrist. The strength behind it might have split a human's body like the sack of meat they were, her back slammed the ground with a loud and low sound, a choked and wet sound leaving her throat as she bounced and slid backwards across the carpet. Blood erupted from her mouth in a loud lurch from being thrown down, Shakeeya staying down for a long moment as her body recovered from the assault. She was seeing stars, her head swimming from cracking the back of her skull against the hard floor. She didn't need to breath these days but she could still feel the uncomfortable sensation of her lungs filling up with blood as her oesophagus bled out inside her. The red head grimaced at the sudden weakened state she had been put in to, rolling her head to the side to heave more blood from her body in a few gagging, choking, lurching motions. The sound of precious fluid being spilled still excited her, even if it was her own and her dear one had caused it. It was the way a vampire was wired. Or perhaps just her...
Glowing eyes, sought his out as he spat distasteful words down at her, the fire in his belly burning into her. Adding fuel to her outrage and doing nothing to quieten her at all. To be utterly truthful and without Shakeeya really knowing, the worst thing he could possibly do to her would be to completely ignore her. But she always knew how to get under his skin. He had admitted that to her many times over the past hundred years. She had reigned in her wild ways to read him and others in that certain way at least. The words he growled down to her on the floor were because she had pushed him and although the malice was felt like ice through her chest, it gave her more will to fight against him. A crooked, smirking grin split her face from where she lay, her chest gurgling and crackling with blood as her body naturally tried to clear it. Her head rose a fraction from the ground to leer at him, pursing her lips in a tiny kiss toward him before her arm reached up to plant the palm of her hand flat on the floor next to her head, elbow pointed in the air. And with an effortless kick of one of her feet from the floor, the bloodied and naked woman was propelled up into a one handed head stand before the momentum and force from her hand planted on the ground pushed her off the surface with great power, sending her body sailing back through the air to land with a gymnast's prosition and grace onto the top of the large, old desk Hiran used in his study. She opened her mouth to speak toward the white haired demon who -she- was now looking down on but a grating, gurgling sound only reached her ears, her body taking longer to heal this particular heavy handed injury. The blood dribbled down her chin from the corners of her mouth, her smirk still intact despite her inability to verbalise and ever so slowly she allowed her right hip to jut out to the side as she watched his retreating back. <...We are all nothing to begin with> she purred into his mind using their telepathic link <including you dearest> In one fluid movement she swooped low to snatch up one of the many journals resting at her feet on the desk. She held the book up to her face as if to read it but it would have been far too boring and dry to read a second time. Always pouring his memories in blood into these books. All his energy and time. And the rest of it was getting locked into a spiral of memories inside his own head aswell. This inadamant object earned a displeased expression during her thought process before her eyes raised above the top of the binding to watch the dangerous Ancient she taunted for fun.
<Embarrassing myself am I? Puh> she dismissed his insult in clear disbelief. She was in a ray of brilliance in her mind, radiating and naked atop this platform, blood running down her ivory skin and over the peeks of her forever young breasts. <I breathe life and passion in to you and I embarrass you? What's more embarrassing is getting sucked in to the dull, dead past> She spat a spray of her own blood across the page that was open and grunted a sound of amusement at herself before tossing the leather bound book carelessly to the side, standing before him and anticipating a reaction, her stance widening slightly, ready to respond to a physical assault the second time around.
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Post by Kay on May 19, 2017 10:15:04 GMT
It was as though the closer his companion wanted to be with him, the more the old creature wanted to seep away into dark loneliness. He longed to have some composure over himself. To be alone in reality and actually make sense of his thoughts. But this vampire woman had grown to be the gnat that buzzed in his ears and remind him constantly of his duties, needs, and expectations that came with his life. Pleasure and business had merged themselves into one, and it became her, Shakeeya. The days where they were the ruthless duo seemed to have been long gone, replaced with paperwork and business meetings. Perhaps the Ancient began to associate her with business more than pleasure. She was no longer his playtoy, companion, lover… She was his company, his corporation, his empire.
So to leave was to escape the reality that she brought with her. While the vampire loved what he created, he hated what he turned the once ruthless vampire into what was essentially a corporate wife. Hiran longed to be away from it all, away from the reminder and frustrations of what the two once were. Already he could feel his mind starting to slip into the depths at the back of his brain in his desperation to go. Between that recognition and the sudden exaggerations of the naked woman, he stopped and blinked his ruby gaze. What the hell was he becoming?
Before he had the time to consider the thought, the red head was once again succeeding in a dramatic flair of tantrums, and his sighted drifted towards Shakeeya as she lifted herself into the air before launching towards his desk. A lip started to curl at her need for the flair to keep him, questioning what now she would do to try and keep his focus on her. The curled lip turned into a smirk as she tried to talk and could only produce bloodied gurgles, the dark spark in his gut relishing in the sounds. It was much more pleasurable than the loud boisterous sounds that erupted from her earlier. But the sickening pleasure of her pained torment ceased as she sent thoughts to his head. His eyes closed as his nostrils once again flared, trying to keep his mind from fully losing it as she taunted him inside his head. It was only because of their closeness over the years that it was possible for someone as young as her, and it was becoming more frequent that he resented that fact. He could not escape the gnat that was Shakeeya. Forever buzzing, whispering, hissing, and teasing at the aged monster when all he wanted was some damn silence. And her words were working. The flare of anger was starting to flicker, and the man finally made a response as a hand clenched. The thought of a shower was going to have to wait it seemed. He soon would be creating more of a mess to add to his already bloodied wardrobe.
It was the sound of the woman touching one his books that finally made his head face her, red eyes focused on the bloodied worded journal that she so thoughtlessly played with. Everything went still inside the man as she opened one of his books, teeth beginning to clench. Words ran through his mind again and his other hand clenched. Hiran took a step forward. He didn’t know what she would do with the book in hand, reeking of his precious fledgling, Kaya, but he had a feeling she went for a smell that would mean more to him. A smell that Shakeeya had always hated. It was a reminder of the woman that had always caught his attention first in his afterlife. A reminder that Shakeeya wasn’t the only one for this old beast.
And she spat her own blood into it. Onto the pages. Of Kaya. Thoughts of silence and hot showers were gone. The idea of how much a blood bath he could create out of the woman was ever present in the face that contorted into bared teeth, flared nose, and wide vengeful eyes as he stared down the woman he had been sharing his life with. With a breath leaving the blackened atmosphere, Hiran finally took a step.
“I am the Ancient. The descendant of Ancient. I am never nothing. I was rebirthed the red eyed unborn lord. The creator of darkness.” Another step was taken.
“And with that, I created her.” A twisted smile formed on his lips with the idea forming in his head. “The first to bring me life and passion.” It was a low blow, but he wanted her to hurt back with words. Hiran had no doubt she was looking for the attention both of them craved. Pain was part of their sexual pleasure. But bringing up his preferred fledgling always resulted in more feelings than she was ever prepared for. But this time, it was her who had given him the idea to go down that route. She picked the book. She spat onto his Black Rose’s blood. It was clear of her forever jealousy.
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Post by Vaidya on May 23, 2017 6:49:25 GMT
It had felt so damn good to spit up that mouthful of blood and resentment that Hiran had summoned inside her and plaster it all over his obsession filled writing of his fledgling. She swirled the beautiful, thick copper fluid around inside her mouth as an afterthought. Her confidence was obvious in her body language and the devil-may-care attitude as she flung the novel away and stood on the pedestal that she had placed herself up high on. She'd placed herself there long before she had met Hiran, but perhaps with her more advanced age and experience now, it seemed more justified. The beautiful snowy haired man beneath her stood so still, much like the inhuman God that he was. She privately admired the passion and rage burning in his deep red glare. It would not have been an obvious fondness to observe however as she was quickly rolling her eyes and giving an immature head waggle from side to side in mockery of the man stating that he had never been nothing since existing on this planet. Okay. Sure. Whatever his beautiful head and fucked up brain wanted to tell him. Her dismissive attitude was unashamed and out in the open. That was until his lips uncurled from their enraged snarl and instead a darker, more amused, smirking expression settled across his features. Shakeeya had been prepared for a physical attack. It always seemed to escalate that way when they got into these moods and fights with each other. A storm would build that she would usually instigate and tightly swirl into a pit of dark energy. And then it would explode with violence and pain and sex. Leaving her aching and swooning.
In the hundreds of years being at this vampire's side, basking in his glory and contributing her own efforts toward it, she could only count on one hand when he would dig deep to hurt her in a special kind of way. A line that was drawn in ever changing sand perhaps in her mind, and he leapt over it as spoke of his beloved obsession. An obsession that wasn't her. Her confident reclined position into her hip stiffened and she felt her blood filled stomach drop through the floor. A soft hiss and a curl of her lip stammering across her young face, and not being able to hide the hurt in her eyes. "How... dare you," her vocal chords managed to crackle out her insulted pain, fingers once again curling into fists at her side. She made a step forward, wishing to swipe that smug smirk off his face with her pointed fingernails. Just rake at it endlessly until it was gone. Until any affection he ever had for Kaya was gone. Instead her thirst for violence was reigned back. By a single, thin thread. Still, it kept her steady now perched on the edge of the desk, glaring down like a hungry bird of prey. "...where is she then? Hmm? This perfection you claim is better than me?" She decided to throw sharpened words right back until he was forced to acknowledge. She was better. She chose to stay. She should be number one... but even as she spat back words with a scratching voice, she knew in her cold dead heart that she never would be in the eyes of the Ancient. He could easily charm her into forgetting about that fact. So easily with the unique fog of lust and even stranger love the pair shared. "She doesn't want you."
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Post by Kay on May 24, 2017 6:00:48 GMT
Slowly the confidence and sarcasm was starting to drip towards jealousy and rage, and Hiran’s smirk never slithered as he drank in the disbelief of the woman with absolute pleasure. His eyes were intent as he watched the amber irises glower and her lips curled to bare fangs with a hiss. It wasn’t often that he was the one who was able to bask in the fury of his lover. The Ancient was always quick to raise a temper, but Shakeeya was someone who relished in the dark feelings that brought out pain and suffering. But when he was able to find it against her, in the moment he took delight that he was able to twist the game around and let him be the one who spat out poisoned words. Her voice had finally started to come to but with the mixture of raspy healing, the hurt only added to his desire in remain in place as the one who made these inflictions. His smirk had spread to a grin, a fang poking out through his bottom lip as he saw the hands forming into fists. This was a game he usually played with his food. Endlessly taunting them of their insecurities and feeling the mixture of hate and despair between the realizations of how he taunted them, and the fact that they could never do anything back because of his age. It was a very similar situation now, and perhaps later he would regret making his life’s companion feel those pangs, he couldn’t help but relish in knowing that she wouldn’t take to attacking him lightly. He would win. He always won.
The Ancient however was always forgetting that what the little vampire lacked in age and strength, she made up in with a wicked tongue. The grin faded slightly as she hissed reminders about the absence and disappearance of his little creation. Eyes narrowed towards her as his upper lip twitched, knowing immediately what her game was. The Ancient would forever deny the fact that Kaya would never let him fully claim her. He also never brought up these facts around Shakeeya, for she would always remind him of the obvious disregard his fledgling had. But for tonight, he would continue the game of taunts, his gears already turning. He had never said Kaya was better, only the first. The jealously was still eating away at her, and his smirk returned as he stepped closer towards the desk.
“Want me, doesn’t want me. It hardly matters. She is still mine.” Another step. “My blood runs through her veins. That will never change. She will never be fully gone.” He would never acknowledge the fact that after what happened with Vansoi, he had never been able to pinpoint her existence. She had dropped off the face of the earth in the vampire communities. She was alive, that much he always knew. But he would never be able to just drop in like he used to. But Shakeeya didn’t have to know that weakness.
Hiran was at the desk at that point, and he looked towards the floor before bending down to pick up the journal that Shakeeya had tossed aside. He stood back up, weighing the book before smiling deviously towards the naked sneering red head that so desperately wanted his affections of pains and pleasure.
“An excellent read. How kind of you for the choice.” The words came out in a taunting sneer, eyes narrowing in his own dark amusement. He then turned once again, as she had merely picked out the book to help him go to sleep. Not a bad way to end things, to see that expression on her face and to peruse some of the old sweet tortures he once inflicted on his Black Rose.
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Post by Vaidya on May 26, 2017 14:22:52 GMT
He edged closer and the red head gave a restless shift of the balls of her feet, like an impatient predator. Her stance bent lower into her knees ever so slowly, and a barely audible breathy growl passed through her throat. He would never be prey however, no matter how high her fury burned. She had that common sense lodged into her at least over the past few hundred years. He was a superior adversary in every way, and not just because he was older and stronger. But because he knew what buttons to press at exactly the right time to surge that anger most effectively. To cloud her mind and let her drown in the need for passion and rage and pain in order to feel alive in the cold prison of a body. He played her like a symphony, and now the crescendo inside the vampiress rose to a screaming volume as there came no attack, no harsh words, no banishment. Instead his slow steps towards her turned almost lethargic and lazy, his path diverting to the floor space beside the large leather chair situated behind the desk. Where the journal she had tossed so carelessly lay, closed with a few tiny droplets of her own blood flicking from it as he held it like a prize. Her glowing eyes had never left the Ancient.
She bluntly invited his aggression, melancholy, lust. Invited his... anything at all. And he was giving her nothing. All that was missing was a dismissive hand gesture as if she were 'the help'. Perhaps another woman might have fizzled into a lost little heap, but it had been well proven that Shakeeya was not a regular woman. And she had reached her breaking point. "Fucking. LOOK AT ME!" her voice began softly but strained before jolting into an almost inhuman roar as she leapt down toward him, her right arm raised with a talon like hand ready to strike. As she had surmised prior however, it was a mistake to sink your claws into an Ancient and expect to immediately have the upper hand. She might be speedy but his power was insurmountable. Shakeeya dove for her target as if she was prepared to kill, her pale naked body lengthened like a cat's in mid air before her flashing strike took place in less than a micro second. She had anticipated for Hiran to shift, simply moving his shoulder backwards and she would sail right past his frame. And that she did. But not without her pointed red nails dragging over the bindings of the book he cradled in his large hands. By the time she landed on her shoulder, her momentum sent her through in a graceful roll before the red head was spry on her feet once more and looking at him past her bare shoulder. Rage was simmering in those golden orbs with a sudden and unexpected pang of angst. Sadness inconveniently pooling in her dead guts as the air was littered with pages upon pages of writing. Paper fluttering about in a wild cloud around the pair before inevitably gathering on the floor. "You should only look at -me- ..."
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Post by Kay on May 27, 2017 21:24:40 GMT
It seemed the quiet evening Hiran had been plotting in his warped mind was going to have to wait. The infuriated cry of the naked vampire made the Ancient pause only just slightly, sensing the atmosphere shifting into promised danger. He barely had any time to consider whether or not she would be stupid enough to actually try and release the aggression that resulted in her shouts as the vampire was already hurling herself towards him. Vampiric speed meant nothing when you were as old as he was, and his red gaze shifted to watch her body flinging itself like a leaping cat. Quickly calculating the assault, he shifted just enough so that she would merely fly over his shoulder. He was already considering what punishment to bring for her stupid outburst, but it was then that he realized that he hadn’t been her target. She expected him to shift, and relied on his own self protections to snatch at what her true goal was. The journal in his hands slid easily from his fingers, and the vampire felt everything still in his being as Shakeeya rolled to the ground with the precious memories he wrote of his family’s life. Of her life.
Shock was still on his face, eyes widened and lips parted just slightly as he watched the woman gain herself to her feet. Shock at the daring attempt for going after something she knew was valued, perhaps even more so than his company. Shock at the bloodied fingers that gripped at the binded bloodied pages and tore, sending the collections of thoughts and emotions flying into he air between them. It was nearly embarrassing for how long it took his mind to wrap itself around what his lover was doing, but the replacement for the stunned silence was going to make her wish he took to the astonished godlike statue he was only moments before. He could feel the emotions swirling and taking over. The first movement was the hands that were still in front of him as if he was still holding the book, and fingers clenched into palms as he lowered them to his sides. Followed were his teeth, the audible click of his fangs gnashing down after her words rang out. Then the smell of Ancient blood came. Blood drips plopped from his clenched hands as nails dug themselves into his own skin. Words finally came.
“You finally have your wish, Shakeeya.” He said as his eyes blazed towards her, the danger lurking as the words hissed through his mouth. “Here I am, looking at you. Just you.” There was no hint of adoration for his lover, only malice and a clear intent for pain. His body was rigid and stone like, the only movement coming from him was the blood that continued to seep from under his nails, until he used his speed to zip in front of her, blackened fingers grasped for her jaw. Before, back on the couch before his twisted mind decided he wasn’t in the mood for affection, he had touched her face for a lovely kiss. Now, he was hoping the pain would dislocate and prevent her from speaking up. He forced her forward, hissing at her. His jaw then spread, baring his lengthened fangs before plunging them into her shoulder and tearing at her skin. He wanted it to hurt. He wanted her to question his fondness and whether he meant only show or the possibility of her death this night. He wanted her fear to permeate the air. His body and hands started to forced her back, a hand slamming into a wall, meaning to make her feel cornered and weak. As he continued to feed, his darkened hands slid down her slides, nails scraping into her bare flesh to draw out more of the red liquid. He wasn’t going to let her leave until he felt he had enough satisfaction in returning the cruel gesture she showed him. She may enjoy the bloodied baths he gave her, but there would always be a breaking point and tonight he didn’t feel like stopping before he reached it.
With his face now covered in her vampiric blood, chin dripping, he leaned back from her ripped shoulder and sneered down at her. “Is this what you fucking wanted, my love?”
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Post by Vaidya on May 31, 2017 14:44:02 GMT
For a stagnant moment, there was nothing but the sharp flicks and dismal flutters of the old parchment sheets. Simple thin pressed paper that had hours upon hours of work and memories poured into them. Something precious to whom she had chosen devotion to. Yet another way to hurt him, but this time there was no merging of pleasure or excitement or a predatory thrill of new game. Amber and ruby clashed and she could feel the torment writhing behind his solid gaze. But he was sadly so right. She prided herself as a wild and selfish creature, but when he looked at her with entire fixation, whether it be good or bad, she was a slave to that man. His low voice finally broke the crackling air around them and Shakeeya's normally expressive features remained neutral. Yes, his eyes were on her. She had him. She drank in the attention but surprising to herself, it brought none of the high associated with it. The saddened undertone of her features had vanished after she blinked however, gaze dropping to his parted lips in a brief and most probably ill placed longing. And then... the drop of dark blood dripping from the Ancient's fingernails slicing into his own palms.
A soft frown finally broke her disconnected expression, and then the man in the bloodied suit was on her. Her senses were so fine tuned but even her sight betrayed her into viewing his speed as if the man had teleported before her, his crushing hand instantly on the underside of her jaw and holding her in place. A grunt and a grimace twisted her face, feeling the groan and strain of the thick bone in her face. An odd mix of fright and wanting to see what he would do next filled her, the familiarity of his dominance and ferocity giving the red head a false sense of security even after enraging him. She gave a defiant hiss from out of her nose and between her involuntarily clamped teeth as he held her wide mouth shut, the focus on the aching pressure only broken by the sight of his own mouth opening almost larger than humanly possible. His fangs sank deep, causing the woman's eyes to bulge, yet no whites of eyes showed anymore, her slitted pupils almost constricting to nothing. The pain was radical, like lightning bouncing down her shoulder and side. She couldn't scream as the realisation dawned on her how displeased he was, his teeth dragging and pulling at her pale flesh, making a teared up mess instead of a clean, possessive bite that he normally gave. Her hands had snapped up to brace against his chest, nails instantly piercing through the expensive fabric of his suit and into his dark, marble skin beneath. It did nothing to prevent him from overpowering their now joined position, leaning forward into her meager form of holding him in place with clawed hands. And rushing her against the wall, his other hand slamming hard into the surface and sending fragments of plaster over them both. A choked, muffled cry finally left the small red head, air shoved from her body as her back hit the hard surface and the crunching, growling, sucking sound of her partner drinking his fill like an uncaged animal filled her senses. Despite his rough mouth and the new pained spasms it was sending down her effected arm, it excited her. She could almost invision her shrivelled, dead heart hammering to life in the sudden violence. He was hungry for dominating over such a defiant underling such as she and she could feel it with every swallow of her rich blood. A crazed and almost gleeful expression began to twitch at the corners of her glowing eyes, until his hands flashed to her bare sides and raked her flesh raw from her body. Her eyes had bulged before, but now they threatened to leap from her skull.
Her back arched and body writhed as the Ancient tore through the skin over her ribs like paper and all she could do was scream as her mouth was released. It was a full, wholesome scream of pain and his talons were merciless in ripping at her exposed flanks.
"ARRRRGH FUCK!" Her senseless cries finally morphed into a useful word and her hands soon snapped to his wrists on instinct. She was a shameless and consistent user of pain, the adrenalin surging through her in a flood of erratic sensations. But even she knew when the pain wasn't fun anymore. When it was messy and obnoxious. And she knew once those eyes finally locked with hers once more, as she stood pushed up against the wall, that he wouldn't care in the slightest if she asked him to let up a little. The little vampiress panted a little as a reflex to the pain while the white haired man stopped and she was instantly torn from hissing her anger out into his face. He looked dark and dangerous. He looked like the predator he was reborn to be. He looked incredible with her blood completely drenching the lower half of his face. "Yes... ," she spoke in a wincing, quiet yet defiant tone. She was playing with the hottest fire ever known on this planet. And she couldn't help herself. "Give it to me..." It was stupid to goad him but that was part of the adventure in living inside her own unhinged mind.
"Here. Let me help," she purred with a soft shudder at feeling her own blood trickling down her hips and thighs, still panting as the pain from her macerated flesh lanced through her. The smell of blood was as if she were swimming in it, simply adding to the brink of insanity that pushed her foot off the wall behind her, lunging her own body into his, lengthening her fangs as her head extended forward and caught the lobe of the man's ear. Such a sweet, unexpected little noise perked from her as her mouth was rewarded with flesh. And with a sharp turn of her head, she tore a portion away for herself.
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Post by Kay on Jun 1, 2017 9:14:05 GMT
Shakeeya’s screams rang of musical notes through the stiff thickening air of the Ancient’s fury and rage. Her anguished cries of the pain his touch inflicted sent sparks through his vengeful spine, nose flaring as it took in the scent of her blood. Hiran stifled his need to produce a predatory growl as her body desperately tried to cringe itself away from his claw like nails as they did their part in skinning her. She had become prey. Annoying, weak, noisy prey that was begging to be torn inside out. Then she had the nerve to stare at him. He was panting as blood and bits of flesh dribbled from his chiseled jaw. His eyes nearly burned in his own desire to chew the bits that had been ripped from her shoulder, but something dangerous lurked in that amber gaze that kept him from sinking into the depths of his own primal desires. The defying tone caught his attention most. She was still aware of herself and the situation. His eyes narrowed and lips curled back into a sneer, baring his dripping fangs towards her as he felt the monster screaming danger. Everything hardened for a split moment as she dared to let herself learn towards him, and realized too late it was a mistake to try and let her have any say.
The woman lunged, and in his surprise, Hiran took too long to gather himself out of his animalistic trance as the vampire latched herself onto him, a sting resounding in his ear. The sting grew into a rippling pain as flesh was torn. It only took a small moment before Hiran let any ounce of attachment keep him from completely and utterly destroying the woman who dared touch him. A rippling snarl left his jaw as he jerked his body back, spitting blood and skin towards the naked bleeding woman. A hand covered in black and red blood sent itself flying, every intention of hitting the other vampire squarely in the face to make her spin and hit the wall once again. The quick actions of such extreme motions became too much for his already ruined suit, and there was an audible ripping sound coming from his sleeve. He held nothing back. He hoped it hurt like hell. He hoped something snapped in that disgustingly insolent face that kept sneering insults and judgements. The blood that seeped down the side of his side urged on the hatred that swelled in his chest, and he let it be the awakener for the blood thirsty creature that was clawing its way to the surface. The producing factor resulted in the demonic screech that hissed between his teeth. A sound not unlike the ones De’Crolie used in his displeasures.
“You putain de chienne.” The hoarse cry of the words were screamed towards Shakeeya. Hiran’s body shuddered as the shout was beckoned, unable to contain the rage that resonated with the words. “I have given you everything. Life. Sex. Blood. Power.” He walked as he screamed, each foot a stomp as he wanted her to know he came closer as she faced the wall, dealing with the blow he had delivered. Every intent was to make her fear. He wanted her to question how much longer she’d be alive. If she would be torn in this bloodied, messed up room that was the recreation of when they first shared intimacies, surrounded by the memories of his life written in blood. “And you repay me with this? This insolence and blatant disrespect. This… betrayal.” The last word was hissed in a whisper. Yes, it was a betrayal. The journals were why they were together. They had brought his memories back of them when De’Crolie tried to destroy everything between the two. And she tore it apart like it meant nothing. HIs teeth clenched as he stood behind her. Hands grabbed at her wrists and slammed them above her head. He breathed his bloodied scent behind her, the air cold and reeking as fangs hovered over her flesh.
“I am going to make you beg.”
This time Hiran gave her no pleasure of seeing his gaze. He secured her as she lay planted against the wall, hands continuous in their firmed grip and constantly pushing into the drywall. His body was pressed against hers so she couldn’t move, cringe, or writhe away. She was prey. She was weak. And he wanted to smell the growing fear in the realization of how worthless she could be. Of how much she truly relied on him for her survival. Fangs again planted themselves into her skin, the shoulder opposite of the bloodied mess he had created before. He ripped his teeth through her fleshed, planting his face into the red liquid, hissing deep into her tissue and muscle as the blood spurted into his mouth. Fingers turned into claws as they gripped into her wrists, feeling the nails puncture through.
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Post by Vaidya on Jun 5, 2017 14:49:28 GMT
The maddened part of her, the one that delighted in the unexpected and the multitude of moves one could make in the game... it was silent now. Shakeeya only surprised herself in hoping for the ordinary reaction from her lover. A laugh, a taunt, a growl or a struggle. Her body was waging war with her own inner thinking at the moment however, the raw open wounds screaming and burning at her loudly causing her to pant the air she didn't require, deep red blood beginning to seep and spread through the carpet beneath her. Her eyes narrowed as the Ancient spat her own blood and flesh in her face, a snarling grimace twisting her face as she stood before him. Under his power once again by brute force. What came next was something that her mind would return to over and over, the movement barely picked up by her amber eyes before her face felt like it exploded. The force followed through her nose and left cheek bone, caving the two and sending the back of her skull slamming into the wall behind her, more chunks of plaster flying free. This pain was not her ally. It did not make her feel alive and filled with violent or lustful passion. It was just blinding, consuming, debilitating pain that enveloped her in a temporary white hot world as she sank in dazed shock to the floor, back sliding down the wall slowly until her legs collected themselves under her bottom. A splutter of flesh and bone and blood was followed by a howling moan of excruciating pain. It was a long, sad and wavering sound, her body folding itself in to a fetal position, hands contorted for a frozen moment as the spinning of the punch to her head began to weign, her stiff fingers trembling as they attempted to raise to feel her face. They only had to hover in the air before it though before realising it would only increase this pain that was breaking her. Throwing her into more moans of agony, long strings of clotted blood falling from her open mouth.
Bloody tears pooled and released from her eyes as she finally raised them to watch the white haired man stalk about in pure rage, ranting down at her like a stranger would. "Hi-..." his name wouldn't come out however, only a wet gurgle followed by a high cry of new pain escaped the vampire who had crossed over into a different world. She couldn't look at this creature that hissed and howled down at her, his words barely registering over the blaring song of pain, the red head's body turning itself further into the wall in her weakened position. She didn't want this. She didn't like this game. One that robbed her of consent and power. Words of betrayal and hatred floated about her right before he stopped his pacing and was right there beside her again. She hated that she flinched right before he took her slim wrists and hoisted her back up to stand pressed against the wall.
Her body was trying to heal as fast and impressively as it normally could, but she had lost alot of blood rather quickly. And she was quickly diverting alot of that energy toward struggling against the Ancient who held her firmly against the solid confines of his household. Her legs didn't want to hold her weight, but his hard body was pinning her there. Her arms hung loosely as her face tried to turn to see his face behind her, her own eyes blurred with thick bloody tears that were beyond her control. Her right cheek became pressed against the wall instead, unable to twist her body at all to see him. He had her, her struggles dying off somewhat. That was before his teeth tore into her opposite shoulder with twice the malice and force as before. Her voice actually cracked into silence at the new pain, mouth hanging open in a quiet scream as his fangs sliced and buried into her muscle and tissues. Shakeeya struggled again, pure instinct writhing her body and trying to yank her wrists out of his talons that sunk into her flesh aswell now. Why was he... he was going so far. He hadn't done this before. She craved for the monster to lavish her with his twisted attention. And here he was.
"ARRRRRGGGGHHHH!" her scream was not terrified or even in blinding pain now. It was full of sorrow and anguish, her head barely able to shake side to side in her position. She could physically feel herself being drained of her phenomenal strength now. Something that was second nature to feeling inside her was being sapped like it was nothing. She was the prey. She was.
<Stop> her mind managed to push through the draping layers of pain and fading strength. A single, clear word. Pleading. He wanted to make her beg he had said. And now she wasn't sure if her unhinged mind even knew how to do that. She had been the predator or the playmate for so long. <My love. Stop.> All that she heard in return was the hungry feeding into her flesh. The heavy, wanting, growling breaths. And she couldn't enjoy them knowing that he might actually keep going and kill her tonight. <Hiran.>
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Post by Kay on Jun 6, 2017 8:01:13 GMT
Similar to the spirited fire that fueled Shakeeya’s desire for painful delights snuffing out, the compassion that competed with Hiran’s frenzied lust for carnage died as he heard the agonized screams emanating from her lips. A groan throbbed in his mouth as his fangs paused in her shredded muscled, clenching his eyes shut. The sensation of feeling her life drain in such a manner was intoxicating. The nails that were embedded into her wrists clenched down, threatening a want to break through bone. He could feel the rush of blood run past his fingers as his action slit veins in her wrists. The continuing driving flare of her vampiric life’s blood was creating a blur in his world. He was so close towards ending it all. Between the weakening of her strength, the shudders of her pale reddened body, the soft cries, and the lustful strength of her dying was feeding the monster that was lurking around him, snarling into his ear to continue to feed its desire for death and destruction. It licked at the sensations of his rageful wrath bringing the two into this predicament, cooning at the feel of muscles, flesh, and bone that was brought out by his fangs and claws. His body shuddered as the whispering beast sank itself into his hands and teeth, wanting a taste for itself.
The words that whispered through his mind, pitiful and almost mortal as it begged with its first single word, made the Ancient pause. The monster that was gasping for butchery hissed at his response towards the plea, and in return Hiran felt a hiss pass through his own lips. The hiss slowly transcended into a laugh, muffled at first before he released his grip from her shredded shoulder, dragging his grisly face towards the other vampire’s ear to let his amusement tickle at the draining woman. He let the effect sit for a spell, drinking in the delight of her twitches as the body tried to heal itself, but it was in vain. He could sense the losing blood through the bites, tears, and punctures he had delivered. When was the last time he had fully enjoyed himself in such a way? To simply strip away the flesh and enjoyed the screams of pure agony and fear. Especially from a vampire.
Never like this. Hiran was having a hard time understanding why the pleasure in killing a victim felt so warped for the first time. A hand finally pulled from its grip deep within Shakeeya’s wrist, sliding slowly down her arm to leave a trail of her own blood in its wake as it slithered towards her destroyed fleshed upon her shoulder. Fingers slipped around her neck to hold her up as they other hand released from its grasp in the second wrist, watching as the arms drooped to her sides. The freed hand lowered to her flayed side, and finally the Ancient creature gripped slightly into her skin, making the young woman turn to finally see his face. He shoved her into the wall as hands kept their places on her side and neck, and what dared to look her in her bloodied tearful eyes was something new. Something dark and foul, and quite similar to a gaze that had haunted the both of them time and time again. His gaze that was usually filled with pools of rich blood, swirled with a mixture of blackness and smoke, threatening to overtake the usual crimson color that fought behind the murky depths. A sinister bloodied smile stretched across his lips, fangs stickied from her own clotted flesh.
“Your love, am I?” Hiran hissed out, the hand that was upon her waist rising to her cheek, caressing her in a soothing gesture. One that should not be trusted. “How can this ancient beast love, dare I ask?” His darkened gaze reached forward, studying her dying expressions. The smirk twitched as it threatened to disappear in his struggle to keep from finishing his bloodshed so he could taunt her with her own mental words. The hand that caressed her cheek hardened, gripping onto her jaw as he felt a seething hiss filter through his teeth. “Why should I stop, and spare your pathetic existence that continues to mock me?”
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Post by Vaidya on Jun 6, 2017 14:42:09 GMT
A masochistic part of her wanted to throw all her rational fears to the wind. She should be so lucky shouldn't she? The all powerful Ancient was barely holding back, just for her. His eyes, even if she couldn't see then whilst she was pressed up against the wall falling to pieces... they were on her. Boaring into her. Had she been human, her head would have been obliterated by the previous punch. She was... strong. She was. She'd only asked him to stop through the endless veils of pain clouding her judgement. She could have taken him down if it wasn't for the incredible blood loss that lay in pools around her and inside the enraged vampire behind her. Shakeeya told herself all such stories, attempting to bring her inflatable ego back in check, weaving an acceptable story around this treatment. Perhaps her mind would weave a tale later, when she was still alive, through Hiran's insistence, that she had been the one who had brought all of this on to herself.
Except. She couldn't convince herself right in this moment, even as her nose began to slowly heal and the bone crunched back in to place, bringing more tears to her eyes. The wounds in her sides were still jagged and open, fleshy and dripping blood. The blood flow was slowing. But not because her body was clotting and healing quickly. Not this time. She could feel the strength leaving her limbs by the second and the emotion linked to such a sensation was overpowering. She didn't want to die. She was meant to be on this plain, wreaking havoc and enjoying herself. She needed to stay with Hiran to help him. To pull him away from the void in his mind that threatened to swallow him whole. That low, rumbling laugh that vibrated through her shoulder wound sent another cry of pain out of her mouth, more blood stringing from her fangs. He laughed at her. He laughed in to her. And the helpless atmosphere falling around her intensified. The game had gone too far. But this... wasn't a game.
Any shred of twisted hope that she conjured in her disjointed mind vanished in an instant as his clawed hands released her wrists, dislodging themselves with a jolt and allowing her arms to slowly, weakly slide down the wall to her sides. And she was turned to face the abyss of dread. One that she thought she would never see again on this earth. Smoky black eyes absorbed any strength or stubbornness the vampiress had left in her. If her eyes had betrayed her and shown fear and pain before, that was nothing compared to the expression that overpowered her young face now. Lips parted, acknowledging the depravity before her. A breath away from her face, a freezing void sucking light out of the very room. Just like... "D-De Crolie..." She managed to stutter out from her battered face, amber eyes wide and her pale skin now several shades whiter, fright and massive blood loss both contributing. Had the man's snowy hair not framed his sneering, perfect face then she would have truthfully believed it was the Ancient's maker back from the grave. Even his voice sounded warped. This was not De Crolie... But it was not Hiran either. Her preserving stories that rolled around in her head had left and she was staring both a stranger and death in the face. This creature had no link to her. No flicker of fondness no matter how small. Amber eyes could only dart between both of those pools of black, the pain a constant haze now that was growing thicker and harder to see through. Harder to hear his disgusted voice through. Harder to... what was so hard to do? What was this monster talking about love for? Did she know love?
Her brain was beginning to die, and his hands were soon the main force that was keeping her upright, his hand securing tightly under her jaw in a final show of pure dominance causing a weak grunt to leave her chest. As her eyes began to lose their natural glow and fall in and out of focus, the pain began to grow diluted somehow. It was leaving her... as her strange, supernatural body began shutting down slowly. An odd relieved sigh even left her and she only caught fragments of the Ancient's words. It was more the body language and manner of which he was saying things to her that she picked up now that unconsciousness loomed on the edges of her mind. He was displeased. But disconnected by her fading life force. At least he was looking at her... at least he was holding her. She watched his hissing face as things began to grow abnormally dark for her heightened senses, a weak smile of all things beginning to twitch at one corner of her mouth. Her flesh was ripped open in many places, her face was still a caved in mess, pain coursed through her like a blasting, sad song. But none of this was helping her feel alive. Perhaps he had been right... it was him that had the power over her. To make her feel alive.
And just like in her younger days, when this sickly dark creature had threatened to snuff her insanity out, her head tilted forward in a last show of energy. Perhaps gravity aided in the movement, her neck sagging into his hand's strong grip, and soon her lips were pressed to his in a weak kiss, eyes rolling closed and using her final gathering of thoughts to focus on his lips against hers. She managed to pucker them into a short kiss, but soon her lips merely dragged down lazily against his mouth and chin as her consciousness dissolved.
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Post by Kay on Jun 7, 2017 5:47:14 GMT
The appearance of fear that wavered in those dulling golden eyes fed the forever hungry beast that was taking control, and his delight rippled through his body. The merciless black shadows for his new eyes glinted in the glee at the anxiety as she stared at him. That was the look he craved. The dreaded terror that make her quake under his power. It stroked at the Ancient’s ego, soothed his desire to be the master of all. It was her whisper though of his maker’s name that made things pause, if only for a moment. The flowing shadows that threatened to take hold of what was once a bloodied crimson froze in their dance in his eyes as he narrowed in on the name. Why would she whisper such a thing now? This was all his doing. Him. Hiran. He was the one who wanted to elicit such delightful tortures and screams, craved the need to feel her flesh flayed under his nails. The Ancient moved his head back only just a sliver, brows doing their best to not crease as he pondered over the one word. Was he De’Crolie?
Had he become the thing he hated?
The hiss that had slithered through his teeth paused as he saw the most unexpected reaction from the dying woman in his grasp. The smile made his body still. Even now she would show him the pleasing reactions towards the desires he presented. He could feel her life slipping away, and still she chose to show how much she craved his murderous affections. The shadowed pools began to shift as his mind wrestled with the possibility of his actions going too far. No, he couldn’t begin to question his motives now. This was the Ancient. The vampire Hiran. His name could make an entire room shiver. His eyes boring down onto another would make them fall to their knees and beg. He was the ruler of darkness and death. And this impotent little vampire, naked, bleeding, and dying, would not stand in the way of what he was. The feelings that were stirring deep inside, buried under the demonic creature that was snarling in him to rip the woman to shreds, brought up a strange sensation. The snarl on his lips quivered to a small questioning frown. He was despising the fact that such a small reaction from such a useless woman was making his need for death shy away, and he wanted to feel repulsed by the replacing emotion of empathy. To understand her sweet affections even in her dying breaths would only make him weak. He didn’t want to be weak. The thought sprung up a baring of fangs towards her, trying to keep the monster surfaced and in control now that it finally was released from its cage. This was what was trying to find him in the depths of his memories. This enveloping darkness that had been haunting his mind for months and captivating his undivided attention as it sought total control over the aging vampire. It didn’t want to go back now that it found its escape through his aching rage.
And then in what should have been her dying breath, Shakeeya leaned towards the demon and… kissed him. It was brief, a blip compared to the compassions that the two shared in their usual nightly pleasures, but the contact sprung up the heated beat that the looming darkness tried so hard to lock away. Hiran’s head sprung back in a gasp as the shadows in his eyes gave way to the vengeful red that always loomed over his gaze. The monster screamed inside him as reason took its hold back in his head, thrashing as the black shadows were locked away once again in the pits of his memories.
Eyes blinked twice before he realized how strong the smell of vampire blood was hitting him. Hiran looked down and… ached at the sight. His face contorted, unable to identify if he wanted to express fury or misery. She was so close to death because of him. “Sha-“ He paused as he realized talking would do nothing. She was so far gone as the sweeping death was taking hold. Was his return to reality in vain?
The vampire moved his hand from its deathlike grip upon her jaw, jerking at his suit in a quick movement to tear at the seams to expose his chest, neck, and collarbone. A bloodied nail drove itself into his own flesh at his thick neck, letting the smell of ancient black blood sweep into the air and hopefully revive her enough that she could let her fangs take hold and vampiric instinct would find itself towards the desire for something strong. The hand that was at her neck wrapped itself at the nape, bringing her towards the bleeding cut and his red eyes closed. He hoped it was in time. The thought of being alone brought up something dark inside him, so close to that creature that he had only just locked away, and he didn’t want it to come back.
“Shakeeya.” He finally breathed, head nestling against hers as his body enveloped her like a dark cloaking blanket.
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Post by Vaidya on Jun 8, 2017 7:54:51 GMT
The kiss was brief and weak, her brain fogged by any logistics that followed, only acting out of pure instinct. Upon self reflection she might be quite embarrassed at herself for not biting at his lip one last time. This action out of anything else was her train of thought as the edged of her vision grew darker and her body felt more cold and stiff. And so heavy. Her lips dragged loosely down his chin and jaw as her body began to slump down to the floor, her eyes slitting open when she felt hands catch her. And he spoke her name. But it was like being underwater. Everything was blurred and muffled and slow. She wanted to growl in frustration but couldn't figure out how to send the command to her throat.
The weak prey she would toy with... was this how they felt at the end? It was both irritating and seductive. Just close your eyes and take a well earned rest after suffering. So simple and luring her pain away as she nestled closer to the idea. But what an idea... what if she never woke from that peaceful slumber. She spent her entire existance running from inconveniences such as death and weakness. Everything was still and quiet for a moment. She couldn't even feel the rage that had been constantly emitting from the Ancient holding up her useless, pale, bloodied body. So strange not to feel that presence... was it too late? Could she not feel the things that made her feel most alive now? That thought hurt the most. Maybe it was time to yield then.
A dim and indistinct sound gave an odd pop beside her face before her head was permitted to rest against the man's broad shoulder. Well this was nice... yes. She could sleep here. Her limbs failed on every strength, her limp body kept upright easily by the white haired vampire. And the pungent thick scent invaded her nostrils just as her eyelids weighed closed for rest. It was... Oh it was heavenly. She wasn't getting in to heaven, that much was for certain, but this smell... it could have welcomed her in. Her body was unmoving as her diminishing thoughts attempted to interpret the scent. It was obscuring her other senses and she welcomed it. Consuming her weak attention. Just like...
Hiran's rich and ancient blood. A soft breathy grunt escaped her throat, leaving her lips parted but her fangs lengthened further on instinct. It was right there. A pathetic ache rolled inside of her. Should she bother taking some? But... could she even resist. Even on the brink of death it called her name so clearly. The blood that began to seep from the man's self made wound dribbled down, grazing past her bottom lip, even such a minuscule motion and touch onto her body made her chest sing. Her sleep seduced state was beginning to awaken, and if there was any doubt that she could claim the black blood offering, it disappeared when familiar arms enveloped her close and a snowy head pressed down ontop of hers. She almost felt the need to give a jaded laugh. He was hopeless.
Her head turned ever so slowly until her lips were lazily pressed against the liquid slicking his skin, her tongue extending even slower to lap meekly at the wetness. The tip of her tongue was soon black and not much longer after, her amber eyes were snapping open, her mouth finding the strength to press harder against the nape of the Ancient's neck and began to suckle like a young creature. The seconds stretched out and she could feel the light of the world returning. Along with the pain of her shredded body. A groan vibrated against his neck, a mixture of annoyance at the returning agony but also of pleasure at tasting the delicacy of Ancient blood. Each swallow of it was like a hit of her favourite drug, and she was back in this room.
Her fangs sank deep into the man's soft fleshy neck in a sharp jerk of her head. Her hands trembled and raised from the near dead, hooking loosely around Hiran's waist as she continued to drink and suck harder with agreeable sounds. Her wounds began to burn and sting and bleed again, adding to the ridiculous mess the carpet and room was in. But the wounds were also beginning to heal aswell at an alarming rate. But the red head was only focused on one thing. Her strength that had been stripped from her. It was building up ontop of itself and the sclera of her eyes that had been developing a yellow tinge now began to grow that darker amber of the rest of her eye.
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