((Idk how it happened..))
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I was awoken por the creeping of my door's hinges. Quickly, I sat up; looking for who had the nerve to intrude my sleep. And as my lonesome eye scanned my perimeters, the silver moonlight fluttered along the curtains and poured into the room.
Everything seemed normal, all things went undisturbed por the entity, nothing seemed to be roused. In turn, I stood and gradually-tiredly-made my way over to the door, closing it before resting my head on the door; dead bolting it shut. Breathing in an exasperated breath, I brought my head back and moseyed back to my bed. Which in reality wasn't mine, nothing in that cama belonged to me: The sheets, the pillows and their cases, the mattress, the silky comforter; me. It was all his, and I was too.
"I've marked you... therefore tu belong to me"
My fingers instinctively went the two, identical, scars on my neck, as I lay on the mess of sheets beneath me. I brushed the tips over them again and again, remembering every aspect of that fateful night-Oh, how I regretted every cold moment of it. Damian had branded me, like an animal, marking me as his own. I was his property and, just like my dad if I ran, he'd come find me. So like a beat creature, too afraid to run: I stayed; resting my head on his pillows. I decided to escape the only way I knew how, and that was por dreaming.
My eye shut and I waited for the deep, enchanting blanket of sleep to take me. And just as it began its advances, the door opened again. I was agitated and settled with the thought that the door just needed a repair.
Wait.
My eye snapped open. Didn't I just lock the door. Before I could shift to confirmar my thoughts, I felt a heavy weight push down on me. My legs were spread outside two, cold, fleshy objects. My wrists held down por harsh, chilling restraints. I turned my head, as it swam, trying to make out the obstacle atop me. Realizing the only two people in this house were me and.. him. I quickly narrowed it down to one person, which made a fury inside me spark. "Get off of me." I spat through clenched teeth, as I refused to meet his villainous face.
He leaned closer,"What?"
"Can tu hear o has all those years roaming this earth, because Hell doesn't even want you, got to you?"
"You didn't answer my question..."
I growled-was he serious?! "Get. Off. Of. Me."
The vampire gave a soft groan,"The way your lips mover when tu say that, is so... arousing."
"Excuse m-" I decided it was best to stop talking, anything I did that enticed him was automatically outlawed from being presented upfront.
"Awe.. why'd tu stop talking... I am so eager to hear what tu have to say." I felt his lips threaten my neck, and I jerked my face to the left; ramming the side of my head into his.
My plan was to make sure he knew I was a force not not to be reckoned with. Abruptly, I shoved my fangs into his arm, expecting him to pull away. But the dracula only tightened his grip and loomed over me, giving a soft laugh. "That's the vigor I love. Never gonna give up are you?" He didn't wait for a response as his hands moved mine above my head and pinned both down with one consuming grip as his, newly, freed hand caressed my chin, keeping it still. "Now, tell me..." Damian's fangs etched across the two scars,"Is your virgin blood as sweet and enriching as last time?"
My blood hit the boiling point and I nearly screamed at his statement, what was this? These questions? His tone? I was not just a meat-sack like all those other girls, I'm sure he drained empty. I had to act fast and chose my words carefully,"I'm not a virgin.. sorry.. you'll have to go look for another soul to torment."
Great job at "careful" words.
He didn't flinch, not even twitch o blink, his steady gaze was lustful and locked directly on me,"Mmm.. Who was it?"
"Terror.."
"Wrong.."
"What!?"
"We both know you've been here for the past six months. And before that, when I found you, tu were pure. That pig that has left you, didn't touch tu in that whole time period. So tell me if he did have the wondrous honor of taking you, when was it?"
I didn't respond, my lips were a thin line and I gave him my best glare of defiance.
He ignored the look and smirked,"I am quite thirsty... and I can't drink my own blood so..." His fangs met the supple skin of my neck and took their place over the scars he gave me the first time. With a painstaking pace, he plunged the canines into my flesh; letting the sweet blood surge from my body into his mouth. His tongue greeted the pricks as if he couldn't take in the red liquid fast enough.
My vision blurred in and out. I tightened my hands around his to give the order that he was going to far; but Damian didn't stop. The feeling of the vital blood was draining, my body felt numb and I could hardly keep my eyes open. Finally, he pulled away, lingering to clean the new wound before whispering down my neck,"Your blood is intoxicating... the stuff I come por nowadays is so tainted.. not yours. Its addicting, like a drug.. I can't.." Just when I thought he'd finished and would just leave me be, he paloma back in. Sucking on the flesh, begging it for more, and-though I tried-I couldn't suppress a small whine. My corazón slowed and I faded into darkness, briefly, before forcing myself back into the hazed scenery.
"Da-Damian..." I croaked,"Stop.."
He ignored my plea so I pressed on,"Stop.. now.. I'm losing c-con-conscious-consciousness."
Hesitantly, he pulled away, moving his face back over mine. The dark-haired being released my wrists and placed a steady hand behind my neck, pulling me and my torso up a bit. I would've protested, but the numbness and lack of blood refused to let me do so. Damian, softly kissed my forehead before softly dropping my back onto the bed, crawling siguiente to me, and pulling me close,"Goodnight, my little fledging, once the morning comes we can mover onto your, oh-so-desired, vendetta." His voice was quiet and he nuzzled his head into my neck, as if the events that just occurred were some form of intimacy. Being comforted after such an ordeal, made me nauseous and I cringed at the thought of what awaited me when the sun rose.
I didn't want sleep to come, o the sun, o day. I wanted it to be night forever. But my body got the best of my will and, eventually, the dark clutches of slumber took me into its arms, erasing every panicked thought that drifted through my head.
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((To be honest.. this was actually suppose to be something totally different.. but things happen when tu listen to music... and then you're like.. WAHH! Also -.- YES, it seems like Blade is a helpless little punk. But realize... Damian is full vampire, she's only half.. There are are strength differences.. &&&&&& She knows she can't leave because he'll hunt her down... So please oso, oso de with me ;^; ))
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I was awoken por the creeping of my door's hinges. Quickly, I sat up; looking for who had the nerve to intrude my sleep. And as my lonesome eye scanned my perimeters, the silver moonlight fluttered along the curtains and poured into the room.
Everything seemed normal, all things went undisturbed por the entity, nothing seemed to be roused. In turn, I stood and gradually-tiredly-made my way over to the door, closing it before resting my head on the door; dead bolting it shut. Breathing in an exasperated breath, I brought my head back and moseyed back to my bed. Which in reality wasn't mine, nothing in that cama belonged to me: The sheets, the pillows and their cases, the mattress, the silky comforter; me. It was all his, and I was too.
"I've marked you... therefore tu belong to me"
My fingers instinctively went the two, identical, scars on my neck, as I lay on the mess of sheets beneath me. I brushed the tips over them again and again, remembering every aspect of that fateful night-Oh, how I regretted every cold moment of it. Damian had branded me, like an animal, marking me as his own. I was his property and, just like my dad if I ran, he'd come find me. So like a beat creature, too afraid to run: I stayed; resting my head on his pillows. I decided to escape the only way I knew how, and that was por dreaming.
My eye shut and I waited for the deep, enchanting blanket of sleep to take me. And just as it began its advances, the door opened again. I was agitated and settled with the thought that the door just needed a repair.
Wait.
My eye snapped open. Didn't I just lock the door. Before I could shift to confirmar my thoughts, I felt a heavy weight push down on me. My legs were spread outside two, cold, fleshy objects. My wrists held down por harsh, chilling restraints. I turned my head, as it swam, trying to make out the obstacle atop me. Realizing the only two people in this house were me and.. him. I quickly narrowed it down to one person, which made a fury inside me spark. "Get off of me." I spat through clenched teeth, as I refused to meet his villainous face.
He leaned closer,"What?"
"Can tu hear o has all those years roaming this earth, because Hell doesn't even want you, got to you?"
"You didn't answer my question..."
I growled-was he serious?! "Get. Off. Of. Me."
The vampire gave a soft groan,"The way your lips mover when tu say that, is so... arousing."
"Excuse m-" I decided it was best to stop talking, anything I did that enticed him was automatically outlawed from being presented upfront.
"Awe.. why'd tu stop talking... I am so eager to hear what tu have to say." I felt his lips threaten my neck, and I jerked my face to the left; ramming the side of my head into his.
My plan was to make sure he knew I was a force not not to be reckoned with. Abruptly, I shoved my fangs into his arm, expecting him to pull away. But the dracula only tightened his grip and loomed over me, giving a soft laugh. "That's the vigor I love. Never gonna give up are you?" He didn't wait for a response as his hands moved mine above my head and pinned both down with one consuming grip as his, newly, freed hand caressed my chin, keeping it still. "Now, tell me..." Damian's fangs etched across the two scars,"Is your virgin blood as sweet and enriching as last time?"
My blood hit the boiling point and I nearly screamed at his statement, what was this? These questions? His tone? I was not just a meat-sack like all those other girls, I'm sure he drained empty. I had to act fast and chose my words carefully,"I'm not a virgin.. sorry.. you'll have to go look for another soul to torment."
Great job at "careful" words.
He didn't flinch, not even twitch o blink, his steady gaze was lustful and locked directly on me,"Mmm.. Who was it?"
"Terror.."
"Wrong.."
"What!?"
"We both know you've been here for the past six months. And before that, when I found you, tu were pure. That pig that has left you, didn't touch tu in that whole time period. So tell me if he did have the wondrous honor of taking you, when was it?"
I didn't respond, my lips were a thin line and I gave him my best glare of defiance.
He ignored the look and smirked,"I am quite thirsty... and I can't drink my own blood so..." His fangs met the supple skin of my neck and took their place over the scars he gave me the first time. With a painstaking pace, he plunged the canines into my flesh; letting the sweet blood surge from my body into his mouth. His tongue greeted the pricks as if he couldn't take in the red liquid fast enough.
My vision blurred in and out. I tightened my hands around his to give the order that he was going to far; but Damian didn't stop. The feeling of the vital blood was draining, my body felt numb and I could hardly keep my eyes open. Finally, he pulled away, lingering to clean the new wound before whispering down my neck,"Your blood is intoxicating... the stuff I come por nowadays is so tainted.. not yours. Its addicting, like a drug.. I can't.." Just when I thought he'd finished and would just leave me be, he paloma back in. Sucking on the flesh, begging it for more, and-though I tried-I couldn't suppress a small whine. My corazón slowed and I faded into darkness, briefly, before forcing myself back into the hazed scenery.
"Da-Damian..." I croaked,"Stop.."
He ignored my plea so I pressed on,"Stop.. now.. I'm losing c-con-conscious-consciousness."
Hesitantly, he pulled away, moving his face back over mine. The dark-haired being released my wrists and placed a steady hand behind my neck, pulling me and my torso up a bit. I would've protested, but the numbness and lack of blood refused to let me do so. Damian, softly kissed my forehead before softly dropping my back onto the bed, crawling siguiente to me, and pulling me close,"Goodnight, my little fledging, once the morning comes we can mover onto your, oh-so-desired, vendetta." His voice was quiet and he nuzzled his head into my neck, as if the events that just occurred were some form of intimacy. Being comforted after such an ordeal, made me nauseous and I cringed at the thought of what awaited me when the sun rose.
I didn't want sleep to come, o the sun, o day. I wanted it to be night forever. But my body got the best of my will and, eventually, the dark clutches of slumber took me into its arms, erasing every panicked thought that drifted through my head.
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((To be honest.. this was actually suppose to be something totally different.. but things happen when tu listen to music... and then you're like.. WAHH! Also -.- YES, it seems like Blade is a helpless little punk. But realize... Damian is full vampire, she's only half.. There are are strength differences.. &&&&&& She knows she can't leave because he'll hunt her down... So please oso, oso de with me ;^; ))
Nickname: Lance
Occupation: Knight
Ethnicity: Romanian
Race: Vampire
Story: Lance was born into an aristocratic family. He was raised in the royal court and befriended the young prince he was charged to protect. When tragedy struck, he brought the prince to safety. He took care of him for years until the prince grew into a man. He is now among those loyal to him and is a trusted friend.
Facts: Lance is por nature very bookish. He prefers words to fists even though he is trained in several different form of self defense and sword play. He is very close to his old charge now friend. He often finds himself caring for him when no one else will. The two share a close bond and he’d give his life for his friend.
Alias: None
Occupation: Guitarist and Singer, Civilian
Age: 19
Personality: Michael is a very positive person, who often weighs others problems on him as support than solve his own. It's very unlikely to catch him in a bad mood.
Appearance: jade green eyes, he is a natural brunette but for the moment has his hair dyed black. he has freckles and barely leaves anywhere without wearing some type of hat ( usually snapbacks). He is 6'0 ft tall.
Relationships: He is a good friend and bandmate to Bentley.
History:Michael grew up having an ordinary life,minus his parents divorcing and his mother taking custody of him at the age of 8.
Notes:He met Bentley at a bar, and since have known each other for almost a year. It wasn't until recently him and Bentley got in touch again.