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Thread: The Halls of Academia Tyr&Selfi

The other girls including Elay could only guess what was going on behind the locked door as they tried to deal with the realities of their new situation. The noises that came through the locked door muffled as they were could have been cries of misery and pain, but so too they could have been shrieks of pleasure, no girl had the courage to slam their fist of the door and find out. So all they could do was try to ignore it as they settled into their new bedroom and met their new roommates. Soon enough the lights were off, and the girls tried to get some sleep as their thoughts were filled with the days activities. Most never noticed the click of the other bedroom door after several hours as the staffers left. Only the next morning as the girls got up to get ready, did they see the two girls, each seemed wild eyed and exhausted, in several areas they bore obvious bruises of their ordeal. The girls soon discovered that none of their personal effects had been delivered. Each had been given a basic care package containing a minimal amount of things, and an extra uniform. There was a large shared bathroom off of the central room that was for their use. The chatter between girls was a bit subdued, as they got ready for their first class.
Thread: The Halls of Academia Tyr&Selfi

Ealy eventually rolled over onto her side, her arms crossed over her chest, making hre look more vampire than human. Cassandra was whimpering under the covers and Ealy had a hard time falling asleep. She wished she had her iPod, then she could at lest listen to Wake Me Up When September Ends. That song always put her out. After twenty minutes of listening to Cassandra, Ealy got out of bed and slid next to her, throwing an arm around her. Cassandra rolled over to burry her chest. She spoke in a foreign language, Ealy only guessed that it was French and fell asleep. Ealy let the darkeness of sleep claim her soon after her rommate was sound asleep. Alarms blared through their room, and Ealy raised her head slightly, it was as though the sound was magnifed, thousands of alarm clocks going off in a sort of rythm. Sort of like the fire drills back at her high school. Cassandra was still curled up against her chest and Ealy shook her gently, Hey. Cass. It's time to get up. Cassandra nodded glumly and grabbed her uniform and towel that was in the twin bags in their rooms. Apparently someone had come in the night to give them necessities. She dissappeared out of the room and Ealy sighed before she herself got out of bed. There was a full length mirror in their room, and as she gazed into it, she realized that she had fallen asleep in their uniform. Moaning, she grabbed a towel as well and headed off to the comunal showers. After a very quick shower, she threw her clothes back on and waited before following the rest of the girls to their first period class.
Thread: The Highwayman Reborn (JMontvale&NightDagger)

In the darkness of the Inn a lone figure stood before a window. At first glance it seemed to be a statue standing at attention with a gun at its side. Twist, Twist, Tug. Just a little bit more Twist, Twist her hands were slick with sweat or blood she wasn't sure and there! Her finger touched the trigger of the gun finally. The Red Coats down below were laughing and drinking away her father's whiskey, she could hear them and just that made her feel...filthy. They'd done horrible things to her before this violating her body and mind. Her beloved hadn't arrived that night and she was relieved but with dawn approaching....there she could hear the familiar sound of his horse. A deep breath, she had to warn him then BOOM! She pulled the trigger of the musket and she was falling, falling in the darkness. Celia woke with a start her heart pounding in her chest and tears trickling down her cheeks. She turned to her bedside clock it was 3 in the morning, lovely. The teen sighed softly as she threw herself back into bed rubbing her left breast gently. She could still feel the barrel of the gun pressed beneath it and gradually she drifted off to sleep once more, thankfully this time the reoccurring nightmare neglected to rear its head.
Thread: The Highwayman Reborn (JMontvale&NightDagger)

Edward saw the inn. He was running toward it, filled with such hopeless rage that he couldn't speak or even cry. He heard the laughter inside, and his fury only grew stronger. With a pistol in one hand and a sword in the other, Edward kicked the door open. As he had expected, the tavern room was full of English soldiers in their filthy red coats. The nearest one turned to him, and Edward saw the Englishman's eyes glazed with drink and the leering smile begining to be replaced with a look of surprise. Edward shot him between the eyes. Before the drunken red coats could react, Edward waded into them, his pistol now a club and his sword biting savagely into English flesh and bone. Edward felt no victory as his enemies fell before him. His heart was dead inside him. His love was dead, and Edward only wanted to be reunited with her. There were too many English for even his berserk rage to defeat, and soon, a musket ball smashed into his arm, breaking it and causing Edward to drop his sword. Still, he fought, smashing at them wit his pistol, giving no quarter and asking none. Then, a bayonet was plunged into his lower back. Next, a sword slashed across his belly. Finally, a second bayonet was thrust into Edward's heart, and he fell into the darkness. Edward set suddenly upright in his bed. The teen was breathing hard and his chest glistened with cold sweat. Edward could still feel the pain from the recurring dream, but as usual it was fading. He paused and listened for a minute. His room was directly next to his twin sisters, and Edward hoped he had not awakened Celia. He thought he heard the softest hint of movement from Celia's room, so Edward got up and went quietly to his sister's room. Edward had always been good at moving silently, and he managed to gently open Celia's door without a sound. Edward looked in, and saw his twin lying asleep in her bed. A soft smile crossed Edward's lips. She looked so peaceful in the moonlight... so lovely. Edward shook his head at his foolish thought and carefully closed the door before returning to his room. Celia would most likley laugh at him if he ever said that she was lovely. Edward hoped he could get back to sleep as he got back into bed. The cool dampness of his nightmare sweat on the sheets told the teen that it wouldn't be easy.
Thread: The Highwayman Reborn (JMontvale&NightDagger)

The dream, how long had she been having it? It was always the same, the window, a since of helplessness and a gun. It never made any sense to her when she woke up just a bunch of boggled images and a since of emptiness, as though she was missing something...or someone. That morning when she woke she felt like she hadn't slept at all last night after the dream. Slipping into the shower she sighed and began to wash her hair. Celia was 16 same as her twin brother Edward, like most girls her age she was beginning to show what she would look like as an adult. Long graceful legs and inviting hips, not to wide, but not to narrow. Her breasts road high on her chest perky and proud, she'd been a late bloomer so gravity had yet to effect her too much. She was a dancer too, trained in classical ballet and ballroom. Usually a reserved young woman. The teen kept to herself during the school year usually locking herself away in some corner of the library reading. Sure she'd had guys ask her out, even dated a few but it never lasted because she never....felt right with them. The only time it felt right was when she was with her brother, but of course....they were related so it wasn't as though she could date him. It was unnatural so she tended to distance herself from him. Sighing she slipped out of the bathroom and got dressed before heading downstairs for breakfast. Morning Edward. she said softly avoid his eyes as usual.
Thread: The Highwayman Reborn (JMontvale&NightDagger)

When Edward used her nickname it always softened her up, what ever wall she tried to build to fight off the attraction crumbled. It was almost as though she couldn't help it. It drove her half mad she wasn't supposed to be attracted to her brother! Especially her twin brother! I'm fine. she said smiling softly and hiding a yawn behind her hand. I had a nightmare last night and I didn't seem to sleep well afterwards. she gave her head a shake and sat down across from him with a glass of orange juice in one hand and a bowl of cereal in the other. On the brightside at least we're off school for the next two weeks. The spring carnival is in town. Celia loved the spring carnival it was a travelling circus that came to town every year during spring break. It stayed for two weeks before moving onwards. There were all sorts of games and rides not to mention fortune tellers and fire eaters. It had an old world charm that always relaxed her and made her never want to leave. When are we going to go Edward? she asked. It has to be soon or else all the good prizes will be gone. and with that she began to eat. Thier parents always seemed to be out of town for one reason or another and the twins would often find themselves home alone for weeks at a time. Due to this they pretty much raised one another with the assitance of various nannies and babysitters throughout the years. However since they were 12 thier parents had been letting them stay home alone so by now this was familer behavior eating together with no parents in sight.
Thread: The Highwayman Reborn (JMontvale&NightDagger)

Sorry about the wait I was out of town It was nothing Edward, you know nightmares are just nightmares. I'll just sleep in tomorrow. she waved a hand and smiled at him. Celia knew as well that he'd been having trouble sleeping. Despite his sneaking skills she could feel him when he was in the room with her. Something she hadn't quite told him. Oh my god! she exclaimed happily when she saw the shimmering passes. You got the all week gold pass! her eyes lit up and she was smiling brightly. Slipping out of her chair she kissed his cheek and embraced him. You didn't have to save up for those, but it's going to be awsome! Everything is free! Except of course the midway games, those still cost money. Like her brother she'd been dating the past two years and every boyfriend that took here there made her miserable. They never wanted to spend the money to win the prizes, they just bought them and it wasn't the same as watching her brother work at a game for an hour before presenting her with the overstuffed prize. It didn't mean as much with the other boys as it had with him. We can go on Monday, by that point the games will be a bit broken in and all the acts will be there. Tomorrow we can get ready for it. she hugged him once more and smiled brightly. I love you Edward.
Thread: The Highwayman Reborn (JMontvale&NightDagger)

It's ok. I've been swamped with work and school all week Edward blushed a little at how wonderful and real Celia's kiss on his cheek had felt. He tried not to think about how much better the kiss might have felt on his lips. As his twin sister hugged him and he hugged her back, he tried to ignore wonderful her lovely body felt pressed against him and how right it felt to hold Celia in his arms. Why can't I find a girlfriend like you, sis? Edward wondered. What he really wanted, though he tried not to admit it even to himself, was not a girl like Celia, but Celia . It gave Edward's heart a pleasant ache to see the happy, radiant smile on Celia's face. Nothing brought him as much joy as to see Celia happy. He went to kiss her on the cheek, but somehow missed and kissed his sister's soft lips instead. Edward pulled back almost instantly, but he couldn't deny the sweet, electric jolt of the innocent kiss. Edward blushed and tried to hide how strongly the kiss had affected him. Yeah... it's going to be great, sis, he said. And I saved some money for the midway games too. He grinned confidently. Any stuffed animal you want, I'll win it for you, the teen promised his favorite person in the world.
Thread: The Highwayman Reborn (JMontvale&NightDagger)

She quickly turned away the moment thier lips met. That way he couldn't see the blush of enjoyment that stained her cheeks. It was amazing how something so innocent made her body burn for something....less then innocent involving her brother. Such dirty thoughts were unbecoming. For the 13th time that morning she had to remind herself that it was her brother. Not some guy that she was having these thoughts about. Don't spend it all on me again Edward. she said teasingly. I don't want you to go broke getting me oversized stuffed animals. Or else we won't be able to eat while we're there. she laughed softly and dried the dishes before putting them up. They had a dishwasher but for some reason Celia always preferred to hand wash the dishes like some sort of bar maid. She even hummed so obsecure Celtic drinking song while she did it. However you owe me three stuffed animals to make up for the two years you were with your girlfriend's around this time. she stuck her tongue out at him and laughed softly.
Thread: Given to Darkness ((Candy and Myself))

The village was terrified and not simply of the terrors that walked the night. A storm had ravaged their crops leaving them in dire straits even as their annual tithes were soon to be collected. Those tithes were one reason they were perhaps not as terrified of creatures of the night as some... for in the castle that loomed in the distance surrounded by the very woods that held such creatures perched atop the plateau at its heart lived a creature to whom their tithes went. Who and what he was had long been a subject of debate though. Their oldest tales spoke of a mage practicing the dark arts, but those who had seen him said he was clearly one of the night-walkers, however no vampire they had every heard of possessed the kind of power he seemed to. In the end it really did not matter though. The lands were his and they payed their tithes, the creatures of the dark forest did not attack them for they worshiped the dark lord in his castle. It was an arrangement that had served them well... but with the damage of that storm they now could not pay their tithe. The town elders though had found an old scroll in the library, one that spoke of another form of payment. So they had found the most lovely virgin maiden of their village... and in the old traditions planned to sacrifice her to their dark lord to earn his favor in place of their usual tithe. The alter had been prepared and as the sun set on the night of the blood moon the air seemed to already carry the chill of the grave. The howls of the beasts in the woods had fallen silent as if in reverence for the coming of the thing they worshiped. The villagers had prepared to bring the young maiden and bind her to the alter so that they could retreat to safety before the Lord arrived by the strange black carriage that always conveyed him on nights like this.
Thread: Given to Darkness ((Candy and Myself))

Allison was afraid. The way the sun was retreating from the darkness, spilling blood red light across the horizon... was chillingly appropriate. In a village so small, there were few young virgins to choose from- and as the most beautiful they could offer, Allison had been selected. Her family was promised a future sum of wealth to pay for her, and at least she could die knowing that her loved ones would be taken care of... With hair the color of a warm sunrise, and sapphire blue eyes- Allison was a sight to behold. Her body was slender, but with youthful and soft curves the white wedding dress that they had put her into hugged her beautifully- symbolizing both her purity, and her ritual wed to death. As the last rays of sun disappeared, the girl found herself bound to the dark stone alter. It felt like she was attached to a block of ice, leaving her shivering helplessly- unable to move, only able to wait as the torches of the villagers disappeared, their voices softly whispering to one another before they too, faded. What a shame... It had to be done... Poor girl.... But as much as she wanted to- Allison did not cry. Not yet. Just waited with bated breath...
Thread: Given to Darkness ((Candy and Myself))

In the distance, from those eerily silent woods, the sound of hooves could be faintly heard. Fog seemed to roll down from the plateau and out through the woods reflecting the light of the rare blood moon. The sound slowly grew louder signaling the approach of the dark thing that ruled these lands. As the sounds slowly grew louder it seemed that time stretched and slowed in the most agonizing way. As such it seemed an eternity before the black carriage emerged from the woods coming down the old road. The horses were jet black though it was clear they were not natural as their eyes were blood red and no steam came from their breath. The carriage slowly came to a stop near the alter and the door swung open without so much as a sound. Then a tall and regal figure stepped from inside that dark conveyance. His face looked as if it had been carved from alabaster by one of the masters and stood as a stark contrast to the darkness. His eyes were strangely dark though when the moonlight revealed his face fully it showed them to be a deep dark red. He was to say the least strikingly handsome and his stature suggested a powerfully muscled physique. He appeared to glide more than walk as he approached the alter and let his gaze fall upon the lovely creature waiting there. She radiated innocence and purity, which held a certain appeal for him in more ways than one. He was tempted to feed but in the end he decided better to keep her as his own... there was something subtle about her that he could not quite put his finger on. But his instincts were such that he would not doubt them. He approached the alter and his hand lashed out in what no doubt seemed a gesture that would cleave her bosom... only it did not. It severed the chains that bound her and an instant later she was scooped up into his powerful arms as he returned to his carriage. The door swung closed with what seemed a deafening click before the carriage began its return to the castle in the heart of the wood.
Thread: Given to Darkness ((Candy and Myself))

She flinched as she heard the hoof beats on the cobblestones, drawing nearer and nearer... taking an eternity, yet seeming to take no time at all. Growing maddeningly close and loud, yet the girl still did not make so much as a whimper. Beyond the sound of the hooves, she only heard the rattle of her frightened breath, her heart pounding in her breast- could he hear it too? What manner of beast would emerge from that carriage? Her head was turned in the direction of the wood, and soon she saw that jet black carriage emerge from the shadows of the twisted trees. Slowly, with the fog gathering beneath the wheels and hooves of the dark horses, she watched a shadow form- he stepped from the carriage. Her heart stopped beating as she regarded him in fear. What he was was a mystery, but it was inhuman and terrifying... Allison knew that for sure! He regarded her with what felt like an eternity, and a whimper finally drew from her lips as his hand lashed out at her- surely this was her last moment... who wouldn't scream? But instead, the ice cold chains dropped off of her, and she found herself in his arms. Against him, she was instantly trembling- the scream that had left her lips died quickly. PArt of her wanted to scream and scream until her head exploded and perhaps his too.. but she didn't, fear closed up her throat again. But what was he doing? All she knew was that he had brought her into his carriage, and was being swept into the darkness of the wood- towards his dark castle. What would become of her?
Thread: Given to Darkness ((Candy and Myself))

The Dark Lord yet remained silent though he let his gaze drink in the young woman who still rested in his arms. She was quite lovely though a bit waifish... she was young yet though so time would tell just how far her beauty might grow. He knew if he wanted he could make her swoon but he did not. He restrained the powerful aura that was so much a natural part of him and simply took in her features. He still felt there was something intangible about her beyond her innocence that he was not able to place his finger on. It was this intrigue that had spared her, he wanted to see what it was that was hidden in the young virtuous maiden. After a time he finally spoke, his voice was rich and resonate... the sort of voice young women no doubt fantasized about and which would make them swoon and quiver. It range out softly in the carriage as he spoke, You are mine now young one. As you were offered in sacrifice I accept your life... but that means it is mine to do with as I please. There is something about you I can not place and so you shall be spared. You will reside in my castle and see to my needs as my personal maid... for now. The moonlight shone through the windows once more revealing the strikingly handsome face. If not for the stories and fear surrounding this man it was clear that the women of the village would swoon and become flushed at the mere sight of him... such was his beauty that no mortal could ever hope to compare.
Thread: Given to Darkness ((Candy and Myself))

The girl looked at him with her large expressive eyes she could only nod mutely at him- she was still against him, and highly uncomfortable with that... but she was his to do what he wished with, and could only count herself lucky he seemed content just looking at her. Much better than being devoured. Now that they were close, with moonlight pouring in through the window- they could really get a good look at each other- though she was very meek, and only stole quick glances at him, as if looking too long would somehow hurt her. Her red hair was quite long, flowing in soft waves down her back. Her skin was the same color as the moonlight that poured over them, and if he looked closely, he'd notice a very faint dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her lips were large and full, though they were pressed thin at the moment in her anxiety as she chewed on her tongue... He was beautiful, she noticed that immediately- it surprised her, because he had expected him to have a half dozen eyes and legs, and walk like a crab. The local legends had really grown quite ridiculous, but naturally she believed them- she was a soft, gullible type. Looking at him, she did not swoon- fear poisoned any attraction she would have otherwise felt- she was young, bursting with hormones after all... perhaps she could view him differently soon. Maybe this wouldn't be so awful. So far the local legends didn't seem quite right... maybe it would all be okay... Foolishly, the girl hoped so.