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Post by redemption on Sept 19, 2009 17:42:07 GMT -7
The sound of the rain on the windows, the sound of life just scraping by. This was not how life was intended for most of the vampyric kind. Especially not him. They were supposed to live in glory. His class apartments and mansions. Have tons of slaves willing to bend at their will! ...
Okay. He was getting a little carried away, as he often did these days. Carried off on little tangents, much like a bird or a bug getting carried off by the wind. Again. He paused. He was getting a little off track again. He was supposed to be watching, waiting for his supplier to come by. He twitched a bit with anxiety. That smirk of his not leaving his lips. That was it. Much better now. Think about the drugs and the pleasure they bring. Though too many and without the blood of a human resulted in such terrible sickness. That he was used to.
He turned and stared out the window, his silvery eyes catching every bit of movement. He loved being a vampire sometimes. Other times he hated it. But there was nothing he could do about t now. He had been one of them since he was 19. Nothing would change that now.
He waited his mind drifting in and out of what would be considered sanity. Just like that, for however long it would take. To an addict like him, any drug dealer, from Izan or not, would be considered a god, or more. Finally, catching some shady being of interest, he jumped from his window, and landed in the night air of the outside world.
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Post by unknown on Sept 20, 2009 7:31:45 GMT -7
Aramanatha You can call me your puppetThe air hung low this evening. It was a misty sort of evening, where the rain would stay for hours and hours and yet seems to dissappear as you got used to it. Arama was like this, situated up a tree, watching the world go by like she was God, feeling the rain drop quietly onto her jacket, running down her face like a tear, and onto her hair like a shower. She loved this sensation. Knowing she was there and yet no-one could see her.
The lust was building. She could feel it within her, growing like a tiger, roaring to escape. She had to control or satisfy it somehow. She watched the men walk past her, many drunk. She couldn't take their blood. She's pass out within half an hour. The only chance she could take of getting blood was either from a women, which to her tasted vile and turned to glass in her mouth, or from another vampire, to which she would have to return the favour. Neither appealed to her taste.
She was cold, although she couldn't feel it. She jumped out the tree, and quietly as she coould with those heels on the crunchy grass. She swore silently and saw a figure, jumping from a window onto the world below. She watched him, the figure with pale skin and a crazed look in his eye. She was feeling something, again like lust but this time different. An attraction as if she was meant to have seen him. She stood still, under the canopy of the tree and watched this man.
Outfit: HereNotes: Came easy to me, hope you don't mind Arama joining ;D Word count: 264 |
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Post by redemption on Sept 20, 2009 10:19:13 GMT -7
His head spun around, looking for a threat. Upon not seeing one he dipped into an alley. He could scent a vampire around, but that did not bother him any. He walked cautiously into the alley, as on occasion he would deal with wolves.
A human was throw to his feet from the dark depths of the alley. He grinned, that wicked smirk that he only ever got when lust for blood met the lust for the drugs that lay within it. He picked the human up, sniffed the side of his neck, and grinned more. "How much for this?" He asked.
He threw a packet of money at the dealers as they vanished. His fangs scraped over the neck of the addict, who was a little too high in the first place to even realize what was going on. "Just relax child. You will be fine." He had no intention of changing this human. Just to enjoy his taste for the time being. The tongue of the vampyre ran over the young male's neck, just before the fangs punctured the skin. a small thought ran through his head as the kid moaned. Must be a masochist, kinda like me.
He smirked as he sucked down the blood that rushed into his mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing by this point. He had been feeding since he was 19, though he had just discovered the drugs. He still needed to speak with his dealer.
He smirked and dropped the boy in the alley, tying a bandage around his neck. After awhile, he walked back out into the night, his silvery eyes scanning for what he thought he had heard earlier.
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Post by unknown on Sept 20, 2009 10:38:47 GMT -7
Aramanatha A sleeping beauty must awake at some point... Why not now?This man was different to many Amara had seen. His body was strong yet weakened buy some substance only he knew about. He carried himself on purposeful legs and his arms swung at his sides like he was on a mission. He was a powerful man, you could see it in the air he left behind, but every man has his weakness, and every man has his price.
Amara followed on silent steps towards the alley, sure not to be spotted. She stopped when men appeared from the shadows, one carrying a wad of cash and the other mumbling to themselves. Amara instantly knew what had happened. She watched them retreat then walked to the edge of the Alley, peering down the side to see the poor drugged lad, his blood being taken by the same mysterious man she had seen before. His silver eyes flashed in the moon light. Weird. Silver eyes. Almost like a wolf.
Amara turned away, the rain began to ease off and she felt the urge to undo her jacket and let the cool air hit her body. The corset she wore was dry, the green fabric warm to touch. She smiled, but suddenly the footsteps started towards her. She turned her face away and placed her foot on the wall to steady herself. All she saw was the back of his head. Then a spot of blood on his own neck. She licked her lisp at the thought of blood. She threw her hair out her face and sighed, the cold air seen in the form of frosty breath.
"T'is a fine night for a snack, is it not?"
She spoke, almost in hushed tones towards him. Her body pressed slightly forward as she wrapped her arms behind her back and looked at the stranger.
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Post by redemption on Sept 20, 2009 10:56:43 GMT -7
A soft growl hit his throat as he spun around, the silver knife out instantly. He did not approve of being snuck up on. He looked the female over, an approving look crossing his face as his pale eyes scanned her body, raking over every inch of it, with an effect as if he could see right through it.
"My my my. What would such a clever little girl be doing out on these streets at such a late hour? Looking for a snack yourself?" His voice was soft, yet deep, a slight growl in it. It was almost, seductive in a way.
Everything about him was seductive. The way he stood, the way his black shirt clung to the lightly toned muscles of his chest and abs. The way his pale skin seemed to glow as it absorbed the moonlight that this night held. The way one fine silvery eyebrow stood over the other in a questioning look. He was the essence of perfection, but not at the same time.
The scars he had, the drugs that were running through his system that made his own blood taste that much sweeter. But the fire his eyes held as they rested upon this woman, seemed, hungry. Lustful almost. "Come on. Up to my apartment. If you want to of course." He smirked as he turned away. Would she follow his invite? He sure as hell hoped so.
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Post by unknown on Sept 20, 2009 11:16:55 GMT -7
Aramanatha While the cats away....Amara watched the man, with smooth techniques and that silky voice that begged you to follow him. Secretly, she wanted to hit him. clever little girl... Who does he think he's playing with. I'm not a little girl anymore. Her thoughts rang through her head while she stayed all the more in place.
An invitation to his apartment. Sounds....dangerous. She pushed herself up off the wall and followed him.
Well, it is quite chilly out here. I guess a trip to your apartment wouldn't be so bad...
She said, with sweet tones. Her eyes flickered red for minute. Hardly noticable unless you were focusing. She smiled again, her fangs glimmering in the moonlight. She took his arm, like women did in the olden days. She placed her other hand on his upper arm, and aloud him to lead her. She could feel the muscles under her hand and she secretly flustered within herself. She could feel that tiger, stirring within, roaring out for attention. Any attention. She took a deep breath and held it for a moment, trying to settle the tiger, which didn't work. She looked up at the man, she didn't even know his name and she was letting him take her up to his place.
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Post by redemption on Sept 20, 2009 11:40:13 GMT -7
((218 you mean lmao))
He smiled and led her up the stairs. Walking up those stairs, it seemed like his apartment wasn't going to be worth the visit. The rest of the building seemed low key, probably one of those kinds that would be overrun by rats and cockroaches.
But he reached his apartment on the third floor, her hands on his arm. He had to admit, that felt rather... intoxicating. He liked the way she moved with him, the graceful, fluid movements she made. Only a Vampire...
He opened the door to his third floor apartment, revealing something of an almost different dimension. This place, looked so different from the rest of the building. Completely painted, everything in good condition. The dark red color of the living room walls accented by black leather furniture. The carpeting was soft, and not thin and grainy blue like the stuff in the hallway.
"Please. Make yourself comfortable." He fixed a drink for himself. "Would you like one?" He asked, holding up a glass of dark red liquid that smelled an awful lot like blood and vodka. "I promise you there is no poison in them. Or maybe just straight blood for you? The person that owned this place before me was probably a vampire as well."
He knew she knew what he was, as he knew her as well. He could tell simply by the lust her eyes held. Plus she hadn't freaked out too much when she caught him feeding on that human.
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Post by unknown on Sept 20, 2009 12:10:03 GMT -7
Aramanatha Twinkle Twinkle Blood Red Star...Amara was surprised. The room was so elegant, so beautiful. Much like the way she wanted hers to be like. She smiled as she entered and felt her way round the apartment. She sat on the sofa, it's softness engulfing her. She sat back and moaned with the comfort. She closed her eyes, and heard his voice. She looked up and accepted the blood. She took a sip and placed it on the floor carefully.
She stood up and took off the wet jacket which had plagued her all the way up the stair. She threw it blindly, not caring where it landed. She sat back down and took in her surroundings.
"Whoever it was had very good taste..."
She took up the glass again and carefully took a long sip. She held the glass in her hand, and brought her legs up onto the chair, patting the space next to her, motioning for him to sit next to her. She smiled towards him, her fangs lengthened slowly at the taste of the blood. She licked her lips to rid them of the blood.
"So, who has the pleasure of entertaining Arama?"
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Post by redemption on Sept 20, 2009 12:18:15 GMT -7
He smirked and took a seat next to her, his very presence making the room seem colder. "Arama is it?" He asked lightly. "Such a beautiful name. His eyes were beginning their trip to red, slowly turning a light shade of pink.
He held out his hand, one elegant and defined, sooth, yet rough with it's many years of servitude. "Kyrarei Riei. Pleased to meet you Miss Arama." He dipped his head and kissed the top of her hand, much like a gentleman would.
Actions like this were not usually in his nature. But this woman was upstanding, so he himself must be upstanding, gentleman like. People who liked it rough, got rough treatment. Gentle and shy souls, got gentle treatment. It was all an act. Something of a con man to get everything he desired.
A source of entertainment. That was something new. She was probably more like him than anyone he had met so far. "How is it My Lady wishes to be entertained?" He asked lightly, his eyes and voice not betraying the mischief he felt welling beneath his flesh.
The very need for something so... beautiful. He felt the lust withing him growing. His eyes however did betray this, as they were now turning a deep shade of red. But albino as he was, it was only within reason.
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Post by unknown on Sept 20, 2009 13:10:34 GMT -7
Aramanatha Blossom, flower, wither, die...Such a gentlemen he was. She felt the tiger stir again, she needed this vampire now. She settled her again, and smiled towards him. She loved the touch of his lips against her hand. She moved an inch closer.
"Entertain me anyway you like. I'm very easily entertained..."
She was sweetly seductive and her voice carried quietly. Her mind went blank and she almost dropped the glass. She took a last gulp of the blood and placed the glass quietly on the ground. She watched him with interest, while she sat back.
"I haven't seen you around this part before... I wonder why..."
She wondered aloud, yet mostly to herself. She ran her hand threw her hair and ruffled it. She crossed her arms and waited for something. Anything. It had only just struck 1 by her time, and she wasn't satisfied by the blood he had supplied. She needed more, but she wasn't gunna beg for it, or ask. She wanted to be given it by choice.
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Post by redemption on Sept 20, 2009 13:37:25 GMT -7
He grinned. He knew deep down what she wanted from him. Too proud to ask for it, he suspected. "Easily entertained hmm?" A small smirk on his face, revealing on long, sharp, white fang. Reddish eyes scanned over her body, every inch of her form being ingrained into his memory.
He listened to her comment about how he hadn't been seen in the parts before. He wasn't necessarily new around here. No, he was just that good. "I've lived in this apartment for a year or o now. Just watching the humans scurry about below his window. He used to be one of them.
"I often wonder what it's like to be mortal once more. It gets rather boring knowing you won't die easily." He sighed a little, before he turned his attention back to the woman. He let his eyes roam over her again, moving a little closer to her. He tilted his neck back. Being a masochist made it a good thing for him to be bitten. "Go ahead..." He took the knife from his belt loop and cut a tiny bit into the base of his neck. "You want it. You can't deny that."
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Post by unknown on Sept 21, 2009 11:59:39 GMT -7
Aramanatha Live life to it's fullest... Even when your dead...The blood trickled down his neck from the hole he just made. Amara watched the blood, it's crimson colour calling to her like a wolf to it's mate. She moved ever closer to him, lifting her hand to take a swipe at the blood before she tryed it. She licked the crimson of her finger, making sure she got every drop from it. It tasted sweeter than anything she had ever tried before. She licked her lips once more before slowly plunging in and taking what she wanted.
The more blood she got, the happier she was. After a few minutes, she sat back on the sofa, with a moan, a little trickle of blood appeared from the corner of her mouth and she smiled at him. She lay back, so her head was away from him, and flung it back so her hair was out of her face and her neck easily exposed. She lay there, in that position, enjoying the sweetening taste of his blood in her mouth.
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Post by redemption on Sept 21, 2009 12:24:30 GMT -7
A soft smirk on his face indicated that he was rather enjoying the feeling of her taking what she desired from him. As she reached her point of satisfaction, the taste of his blood filling her completely, he watched and waited, simply for her to be full.
He watched her retreat, obviously enough wanting him to bite her in return. But did he dare do such a thing? After all, he had just fed off of that human. He smirked and knelt at her side, letting his cool, soft fingertips gently glide over the skin of her neck. He ran his fangs over it, tilting her chin back a bit.
A low growl moved it's way into his throat as he let his fangs pierce her soft skin. It was easy enough to do so. Vampire or not, she was still a woman, and they always had soft skin. It was, enjoyable that way. He let her blood fill his mouth. He tasted his own among it, and it was by far better than he had imagined it would be. His blood was sweet, yet spicy at the same time, but mixed with hers, the taste was utterly intoxicating.
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Post by unknown on Sept 21, 2009 12:41:30 GMT -7
Aramanatha Life is very quirky; It'll knock you down to pick you up and vice versaThe estacy Amara could feel, as she felt him run his fingers down her neck, and tilt her chin to the side. The feeling of his teeth as he plunged into her. She could have cried out in sheer pleasure. And yet, she couldn't. All she could do was moan in her soft, yet ravenous voice that bounced of the delicatly wallpapered walls and hit you in the face. She couldn't find her voice, it had retreated away into a cavern, only to return when he had taken his fill. She could feel him sucking on her, draining the useless blood from her.
She grasped the sides of the sofa on which she was lain. Her nails dug in and she could feel the lining want to tear under the strain. She had never felt anything so bizzare. She had done this with many men and yet they weren't as good as this, taking their time, and yet taking care not to kill her. A vampire through and through. She slowly tightened her grip, and another moan escaped her mouth.
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Post by redemption on Sept 21, 2009 12:54:31 GMT -7
He paused for a moment to lick the blood clean from his lips. he was satisfied as well now. Moving away from her and standing up to retreat to the kitchen. "My oh my, that was surely pleasurable. For both of us it would seem." He grinned, not the mischievous smirk he had had before, but a pure, genuine smile. He had not given one of those in quite some time. It made him seem even less flawless than he already did, though, that was not the case. He was indeed on of the most flawed people on the planet, vampire or not.
"Would you like anything, Mi'lady?" He asked lightly, the soft, yet very different tone in his voice. He seemed a lot more, humble than he had before. His voice not trying to be seductive any longer. He had gotten most of what he wanted on this night, so why shouldn't he be happy about it? He did seem to be in a bouncier mood than he had been before.
He was humming lightly as he moved around the kitchen, gathering a bit of vodka in a glass for himself before he moved to lean nonchalantly over the counter, his now silvery eyes looking her over again, as if searching her soul for something, that stupid little smile still on his face.
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