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Post by theliontamer♥ on May 17, 2010 18:55:51 GMT -8
A slender rope of fire twisted its way along the horizon, burning all in its wake and sending brilliant sunlight tumbling over the edges, mere minutes away from completing the invasion. Blackness fled westward, seeking bower and beaten abode, creatures of the night seeking shadowed relief until the burning orb left the sky once more. A row of crumbling gateposts rose up on either side of the traveling party, and they were presently surrounded by a towering archway, impressive in its’ construction and forbidding in its’ erosion. The plastered walls shone white in the early morning glow, morphing seamlessly from desolate walls of times long past into beautifully crafted, vibrant buildings. One continuous structure, heavy wooden doors interrupting the pebbled walls and the occasional roughly carved window were the only indications of the complexities within. Houses, not yet blinking sleep from their roughly hewn eyes, failed in their duty of protection as they silently accepted their deadly visitors. “We do hope you will be comfortable here,” Abel interjected suddenly, a trace of malice hiding beneath the cheerful sincerity, “I imagine you will grow exceedingly familiar with it.” The ‘it’ of which he spoke loomed abruptly into view, rising up before them as they rounded a corner and turned their backs on the sleepy houses. Finely crafted Spanish steps granted access to the tiring creatures, drawing them away from approaching daybreak. The house swelled with a sense of protection, an overgrown veranda reaching above their heads and enveloping them in shade, closer to a pair of eyeless doors, heavy and black against the whitened walls. Steadying herself, Theoris ran a slender white arm along the spine of the nearest door, fingers curling about a wrought iron handle, which had previously hidden itself against the blackened wood. “Come, Elena, you may rest for awhile,” she cooed, swinging the heavy door inward with lithe grace. “Your strength is still developing; we shouldn’t want to shock you more so early after your transformation.” The chamber within teemed with darkness, an eternal night that dove for secluded corners as the outside world threatened to tumble in. Not a moment had passed, however, before Abel propelled Elena into the hallway and pushed the dawning rays back into the street. Cool, damp darkness enveloped them, crème colored walls rising, unbroken, on all sides. The hallway curved, left off in a lavish sitting room, filled with expensive French furniture and Italian tapestries. Only the rough clay walls suggested a Spanish flavor, but these too were obscured with foreign treasures, collected throughout the years. A spiral staircase rose in the corner of this room, crafted from the same black iron as the door handles. A thick sheet of darkness sat atop everything in the house. Theoris shuddered with grim satisfaction, turning towards the staircase. “Leave her,” Theoris ordered, a glimmer of power and cruelty lighting her voice, and Abel tightened his grip on the willful woman‘s wrist, “on the bed. She has some time before she will be strong and coherent.”
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Post by theliontamer♥ on Jun 27, 2010 17:36:04 GMT -8
With very little resistance, Abel held Theoris securely in his arms, wrapped about her tightly. His head dipped down to rest on her shoulder, his body pressed firmly against her back. Slowly, he shifted so they were sitting pressed together on a long seat in the next room over. The strong-willed vampire stretched her jaw, as if words would follow, but Abel shook his head and rose a finger to silence her. “I’m sure I’ll hear all about your newest addition once she is awake and you are stronger. Cilia, you’re trembling,” he pointed out, and she remained sullenly silent. “Can you not leave me to my peace? I will rest, and heal, returned to perfect condition, without your constant worrying. The weakness is only temporary.” She scowled and struggled against his tight grip. “Ah, but then I’d be forced to see you struggle,” he said softly, scowling back. She managed to twist around to meet his gaze, and saw a flicker of concern before he hid emotion from her sight. “I know how you love to see my pain, truly I do. But, Cilia,” he repeated, coaxing, “surely you have spared enough cruelty for one night.” As he spoke, his lips grazed her ear and she unconsciously fell against him, their bodies melding peaceably into one. “See?” he asked, raising his wrist to her lips and pressing his firm, cool skin against her. “I don’t have time to feed before daybreak.” “And if you don’t hurry now, it will be too late. This seems to be your only option,” he added icily. With a resigned glance at the curtained window, she wrapped her slender fingers around his arm. He winced with pain as her teeth broke skin, a low whimper escaping his lips as her tongue pulled protesting blood from his body. Moments later, she drew back with a shuddering cough, a mix of displeasure and anger etched across her bloodied face. “The sun has once again graced us with his presence,” she spat bitterly, as the mouthful of blood she had failed to ingest dribbled down her chin. “I believe you live for little victories such as this, don’t you? You’ve joined forces with that infernal curse to make me as miserable as possible!” “I met the half-form stalking about the city,” Abel informed her suddenly, reminded by her conspiracy theories, pressing two fingers against his bloodied forearm. Theoris twisted away from him, disgust still lingering in her eyes. “The one called Byrony. I fear secrecy has slipped from their cares, for she paws about, no longer bothering to prowl in deepest shadow, down mortal streets in quite plain view.” Theoris arched an eyebrow as she leaned over the sink, still silently cursing both Abel and the sun. “Simply met her? Your veins run cold with tainted life. Clearly your patrol was more eventful. I demand your full account.” “Hunger consumed her, stole from her what little humanity she clings to. Our meeting was not significant, Theoris! Bother yourself not with petty details,” Abel snapped, eager to return to his dramatic assessment. “Well, pardon me for commenting on your well-being. I shan’t make that mistake again.” Frustration filtered through Abel’s eyes, a passing shadow forced quickly through. Meant to cause him pain, her comment would have left hours of sour feelings, if not for his need to press forward. “Cilia!” he demanded sharply, rising so suddenly that she slipped backwards before catching herself. “I am not worrying about the status of our affairs, though you may find that difficult to believe. Byrony’s public presence alone is enough to send forth our first wave. Don’t you understand? Clearly a full-scale war is what they seek. Not only are they abandoning all pretence of secrecy, but now they no longer attempt to keep the mortal mass unaware!” “Are you suggesting they intend to drag the mortal population into the skirmish?” Theoris stretched, grimacing unpleasantly. Her fingers brushed along a row of dresses, a dark rainbow of guises, each designed to intrigue and devastate. “I’m suggesting that they have already begun to move. Either they intend to encourage a cover-up war, or to create an army. Possibly both. We mustn’t linger,” Abel replied, following her hands as they ran delicately along the lavish fabrics, lingering softly as she assessed each garment. “They’re growing stronger, and they mean to show us by allowing creatures such as Byrony greater domain. By nightfall, I am certain there will be more. While she was content to kill, I do not doubt that others, far more powerful, sneak about, recruiting the unwilling, boosting their numbers and creating a problem for us.” “So we should go on a spree? Create armies upon armies of newborns?” Theoris questioned, a fiery sharpness in her voice. Her fingers clenched around a pale blue gown, white lace trim shimmering pristinely, “Better yet, why not both sides claim every remaining mortal life! Cut one enemy off completely. Then, when none escape this immortal curse, we can take to the streets without fear. Let the mauling begin! Is that what you suggest?!” “You know quite well that is not my intent!” Abel cried, leaping forth and prying the lovely blue gown from her tightening fingers. “I would wish this life upon none, my dear Theoris.” He smoothed the wrinkles that her clenched fingers had created and began to undo the row of pearled buttons lining the back. Slowly, she turned, unfastening her own garment and letting it slip from her shoulders. “Especially upon yourself.” He paused a moment, as if deep in thought. “Perhaps I would feel differently had the circumstances been less tangled. However, I have told you before, my concerns tonight have nothing to do with my personal life or relationships.” Diplomatically, he ran his hands down her back, as if canceling out his moment of bitterness with a tender touch. “Kanika will arrive shortly, and these same matters shall be put to scrutiny. Air your concerns with her, for she holds final decision.” Theoris commented coolly, pulling the new outfit from Abel’s surprised fingers and deftly arranging it over her corset. “Naturally, I intend to. I thought, however, that you might wish to form your own opinion on the matter, so we may present a well-informed front.” With an annoyed sigh, he turned her shoulders and began re-buttoning the gleaming pearls. “Fine.” She tucked the final fold into her skirt and spun in a slow circle, letting the gown shift along her skin, a pale shimmer of white and blue in the softly glowing darkness. She caught his nod of approval as she stopped, one hand running down the sleeve of his coat, checking it over for flaws and flicking off a miniscule piece of lint. “Wait. Your shirt.” Abel glanced down, for the first time noting a fine spray of blood just over his left breast. Shrugging it off, he told her, “I first saw Byrony when she was in her human form. Of course, she smelled me and flew into a rage.” A shudder passed between them as Theoris nearly destroyed the buttons, her fingers stumbling on a flake of dried blood. “It’s ruined anyways,” she muttered, fishing for an unsoiled garment. “I managed to grab her arm before she transformed, but she took a clawed swing. Her power had grown immensely. She was angry, lost, and recently fed. That’s why I was so concerned.” “But your shirt wasn’t torn. There was just blood.” Theoris rationalized, though a flicker of concern passed through her eyes. “Her blood. Infused with fresh mortal blood. Why the scent did not bother us.” More delicately this time, Theoris ran her hands up his chest, leaving a row of neatly buttoned buttons behind. “Hmm,” she mused, “Still, I’m surprised Elena did not attempt to eat your shirt.” Abel laughed, looking surprised. “She had gorged herself quite silly with your blood, Cilia. Her skills as a vampire have yet to develop.” His comment sparked her memory. “You shall teach Elena to hunt. And mind you, I do not forget your treachery, nor your partner in causing me misery. You shall be repaid.” “I had tried to avoid that, mind you. Your stubbornness caused the delay.” Theoris grimaced again, turning away from him. “Arguing with you is both petty and un-entertaining. Besides, Kanika should be arriving shortly.”
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Post by captaincrow on Feb 22, 2011 21:24:12 GMT -8
Eddie and everybody else thought that that was the funniest shit. And that threw me in a weird space cause I'm like, "Yo, this is Rick James and he's a star. Maybe I'm overreacting." I actually went there like, "Maybe I shouldn't do nothing." But my ghetto side was going, "Yo, stomp this motherfucker out right here. What the fuck is wrong with him?
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Post by captaincrow on Feb 22, 2011 21:24:47 GMT -8
Eddie and everybody else thought that that was the funniest shit. And that threw me in a weird space cause I'm like, "Yo, this is Rick James and he's a star. Maybe I'm overreacting." I actually went there like, "Maybe I shouldn't do nothing." But my ghetto side was going, "Yo, stomp this motherfucker out right here. What the fuck is wrong with him?
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