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Thread: A taste of the South

Syria 1785 He said from behind her. Walking up he smirked. One of my ancestors if you will. He said to her as he looked up at the painting which with the exception of longer hair and Syrian armor as well as a sterner face was a fascimile of him on canvas surrounded by many others of similar appearance. Its a family portrait if you will. He said to her with a slight laugh. Many people see it and wonder how it looks familiar, but I don't think it looks all that much like me. He said slowly with a slight tilt of his head as he leaned in closer to her. So I see you're rather enjoying wandering my new home, you likely know more about it than I do. He said with a slight nod before he stroked the side of her neck with his fingertips. And you've taken off your choker.Getting comfy? He asked her slowly before he slipped in behind her his head dipping as he inhaled her scent. Mmm you smell exquisit... Young Master A voice called from behind him. The voice's owner was a small gentleman who's silver hair shone in the moonlight as it came through the window. Pulling away Janus growled slightly before he walked toward the butler. Yes? The butler gave a hushed reply that barely reached even Janus' acute hearing before he sighed. Well dear, I'm being pulled away...again, but dinner is being served now, and after dessert, and then I kick folks out, and we will have time to ourselves, it seems your mother is quite drunk and possibly retiring any moment now. Iliaster has that effect on women. He said gently patting the old man's shoulder. Walking along beside the man he hissed to him. I wasn't going to bite her. That's besides the point, it is not appropriate for you to be alone with a young woman when you have guests, you must think of your image at all times. The man replied. Iliaster I was doing this when you were in diapers do not presume to know more than me. He snapped at the man. Yes sir, but my family was serving yours before you were ever thought of.
Thread: A taste of the South

Contessa jumped at the sudden voice, almost dropping the glass before smiling when she realized it was only Janus. At first, she thought it might have been her mother. God, if she had seen her with a wine glass in her hand, she would have dragged her home by her hair, and the screamed at her until she was blue in the face. It does look like you, but that's not why it looks familiar. This one.... She said softly, pointing so a man with shorter hair nearer to the edge of the painting. This one looks like a friend of my fathers... I guess it couldn't be though. As he leaned closer, she smiled, slowly looking up at him before nodding. I couldn't help myself. I do hope you don't mind. I've looked at this place since I was a little girl, and I guess I just wanted to see what the inside looked like. Oh.... yes, it was getting sort of uncomfortable. As his fingertips touched her neck, she gasped softly, instinctively tilting her head to the side to expose more of her neck for him to touch. He moved behind her, and as he spoke, she blushed slightly at his words. Her hand slowly moved up as she shut her eyes, touching his fingertips gently as she smiled. Something about his presence was calming, almost enchanting. She jumped again though as she heard a voice, her eyes opening quickly as Janus pulled away from her. As the man spoke, she tried to hear what he was saying, but couldn't. It appeared his voice was barely a whisper, so it was futile to try and hear it. Janus seemed agitated at the whole thing, but she just smiled and looked into his eyes for a second before laughing a little bit. We can talk again later. I should probably go to dinner and take care of Mother so she doesn't make an absolute fool of herself. She watched him walk away, whispering aggressively at the man before she took her choker back out. She slipped it back on, running her hands through her hair slowly before heading downstairs. She found her mother, who was completely smashed, the girl laughing before bringing her to the table. She sat her down, sitting down next to her before starting to eat. Her mother was silent, but that was actually pretty normal for her when she was drunk. At least at first. Her mother ate quickly, and Contessa decided it would be better to get her into bed now before she could do anything stupid. She excused herself along with her mother, asking one of the staff where her room was before heading down the hallway. She did have one question on her mind, though, and couldn't help but ask her mother. Mom, remember Billy? Billy who? Billy! Daddy's friend. Oh... right... What happened to him? He turned... into a goat... Billy goat... You are no help when your like this... I'm serious! Where did he go after daddy was killed. Her mother just started laughing, Tessa laughing softly as well before getting her into bed. She got her situated, and then headed back to the dinner table, sitting down to finally eat something. There were girls crowded along the table, all of them trying to sit next to Janus, who hadn't yet sat down. She only laughed at all of them, touching her neck in memory of how he touched it earlier.
Thread: A taste of the South

Iliaster...we may have a small hiccup. He said to his butler once they were alone in the kitchen. She knows Uncle William..I don't know how, you think he's trying to get me to settle here? He asked the man slowly before he began to pace back and forth. My father was buried here in 1790, Uncle William got turned around the age of what was it forty or so? He continued now running his fingers along his lips in thought. For his part Iliaster merely listened knowing this was a rant that would only have time for endings at the end. You don't think Uncle William comes back here every few decades for something do you? He asked Iliaster this time more determinedly. Sir, your Uncle was a bit of a ...wild man from what I know of him. Iliaster replied. He once owned this house but his lifestyle became so lavish that they forced him to leave, it fell into disrepair but suddenly was restored by a mysterious benefactor. He continued then turned. I have to go and make your seat ready sire, please do come soon. Remember, you aren't fully... I know what I am. He snapped at the old man his eyes narrowing as he continued to pace before slamming his hand down upon a cutting board snapping it in two. Damn him! Seething Janus looked at himself in the stainless steel refridgerator door and fixed his now slightly ruffled hair and took a few deep breaths before smiling and making his way out of the kitchen. He purposefully sat at a table filled with nothing but older members of the community taking up a particular seat between two older matriarchs. Do you mind if I join you ladies? He said politely with a bit of flirtation to his voice as he sat. It was nice to see age at times, to see what he'd never have. He could mate, he could eat, he could drink, he could get drunk, but he couldn't age, not like them anyway. His face sank slightly as he thought on it before he looked over to Contessa and smirked. He had wanted to sit next to her, but it would have just caused her grief, for now he would take his time and enjoy this before seeing her later. Women passed by with their lures and gazes but he simply laughed it off proclaiming he was far too busy keeping up with the elderly people that surrounded him. People who looked at these young girls, so much younger and inexperienced, the same way he looked at them.
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She could get her fathers friend from her mind, so even when she heard Janus speak at another table, she didn't really look up. Why had that painting looked so much like Billy? Maybe it was just her memory slipping. Maybe she just wanted closure as to why her father was killed almost fifteen years ago. She had only been what, five, so she didn't remember much. But apparently, it was quite gruesome. The police had no motive, no reason why it would have happened the way it did. They assumed her father owed money or something, but they weren't sure. The day he had died, Billy had broken the news. He had looked so sad. She remembered him sitting with her mom, and all of the sudden, her mother breaking down and crying. She never saw him after that, but she had always known he knew what happened. He came before the police had. Her mother wouldn't ever talk about what happened to him, or where he went. The whole thing was odd, like her mother was hiding something from her. After she finished dinner, she decided she didn't really want dessert. And if she decided she did later on, she was sure she could find something. But she was never huge on sweets anyways. She did, however, grab a second glass of wine and head back out into the main foyer. She sat down on a love seat, crossing her legs while she sipped at the wine. She only sat where she did so that she could see into the dining area, and so she could see Janus. She smiled at him, slowly slipping her high heels off before tucking her feet underneath her. The wine was staining her lips slightly red, making them look fuller and even more sexy as she relaxed onto the couch. Her hair fell into her face, the girl drinking the glass slowly before smiling, a bit drunk. After about twenty minutes, people started leaving, most of the girls her age annoyed they hadn't gotten anywhere with him. She laughed softly, her dress shift to show more of her legs as she moved a bit. One of the girls she had known from high school smiled at her, sitting down next to her before laughing. You're drunk. Not drunk, but definitely not sober. Did you have fun? Yeah, Liam kept trying to get me to flirt with Mr. Blackwell, though. We're getting married in a month, and he still wanted me to try. Yeah, a lot of girls were. He seemed to like you, though. Maybe. He's very kind and sweet. Although, I never hear him show up. The girl laughed, shaking her head before standing up and waving slightly. Well, I have to go though. I have to try on my dress in the morning. Well, good luck with that. Bye Alyssa. Bye Tess. The girl left, and Contessa looked around slowly, wondering where Janus was. She was sure he'd end up behind her, making her jump again. Her thoughts wandered to what she was going to wear tonight, since all she had was the tight little black dress she was wearing. It didn't really matter too much, though, since when she went to bed, she'd probably just take it off to curl up in bed.
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Iliaster...wasn't...wasn't Uncle William banned a few years back for killing Saren? He asked the old man once he had bid his guests goodbye. I remember I was in Africa when word came that he was under review with the American council for killing one of their members in revenge. He mused before he ran his fingers along his lips. The old man for his part looked pained to answer. Sir..it...it is not my place to...to speak on such things..your mother. Growiling Janus rounded on the much smaller man his eyes burning coals set deeply into his infuriated grimace that bore down on Iliaster. My mother is not here old man, do not play that game. He seethed before a phone rang, just the one in the kitchen. I am bound to her sir...my very thoughts echo within her mind. He confessed solemnly as Janus held up a finger to silence him and picked up the phone. Yes mother. He said without even having to wait. So you won't give me answers. He said slowly. I'll burn out Iliaster's eyes.. He threatened before sighing. Yes mother I do think that would be a waste of a perfectly good servant. He said as he paced about carrying the phone no longer looking at the old man trembling in the corner of the room. I just...but you....yes....love you too mum He grumbled into the phone before he stood up straight and adjusted his jacket. You're safe...for now. He said softly. I don't like you keeping secrets...I could cut off all your limbs and have them reattached by morning...but you'd still not tell me what I needed to know. He added before he turned. Take the night off, go do...anything to keep you out of my sight. He said in a curt clear tone. Janus took a few steps too small to have gone far but with each he simply shifted through the house and soon he was beside Tessa and looking at the last of the guests leaving the house. Made yourself comfy I see. He simply said to her before stroking her hair idly. Your mother is passed out in a guest bedroom, one of my maids had to change her into some bed clothes. He added. Lowering his head he smirked his eyes staring into hers before he tilted his head. Night staff is about to leave, Iliaster is going out, so I will have you all to myself. He said slowly. And vice versa.
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You didn't sneak up on me this time. She said with a smile as he came back into the room and sat down, the girl leaning her head into his hand slightly as he played with her hair. Contessa was a bit drunk, so something that she'd never do sober, such as move even closer to him, she did without a second thought when drunk. She bit her lip gently as he looked into her eyes, her eyes seemingly going even bluer right before his own. As he spoke of having her all to himself, she giggled, reaching up and twisting a piece of his hair around her finger gently. And what, pray tell, does that mean? She pulled her hair over one shoulder, reaching back and undoing her choker before setting it down onto her leg. It had been her grandmothers, and she had given it to her especially to wear for tonight. However, it made her neck itchy and was just generally bothersome. Janus... I mean, Mister Blackwell... where are you from? It's been driving me crazy all night. I know you aren't from around here, but your accent isn't... familiar to me at all. All I know is that... I like it. She giggled softly, leaning her head onto his shoulder for a second before sitting up straight again. She pulled her legs out from under her, crossing them slowly as she fastened the collar around her thigh. She just didn't know where to put it at the moment. Slowly, she leaned back onto the couch again, stretching slightly which cause her back to arch before she leaned her head onto the couch, her neck once again completely exposed. And... what made you move to this tiny little place? It's not a big town, and it's filled with lots of.... people who aren't so classy, if you catch my drift. She finally pulled her hand away from his hair, playing with her own for a second as she tried to push Billy from her mind. She didn't want to think about him now. She was sitting in front of the most attractive man she had ever seen, and he had some sort of interest in her. Even with her stellar body, the dorks in high school wouldn't even think about asking her out. It didn't matter how beautiful she was, she was a freak. She believed in things no one else did, things that weren't supposed to exist. Things that no one would even consider. Mythical things. She laughed at the way her thoughts were going, the girl shaking her head before biting her lip gently, and almost teasingly.
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It means I might just nibble you a bit for a light snack it I get hungry. He replied to her teasingly before he stroked his fingers down her cheek watching her eyes change color a rare trait indeed. Slipping in close he decided to ignore formalities and slipped off his suit jacket before opening his dress shirt some showing the upper expanse of his muscular chest. He smiled as he watched her bite her lip. You seem nervous with all that lip biting and yet you get closer and closer...you wanna sit in my lap and tell me what you want for Christmas? He asked teasingly. He watched her behaviour, her movements, it was one that had been done over countless centuries, one of a female trying to arouse and attract a mate. He was rather impressed with how subtly she did it as he leaned in wishing to run his lips along her throat but caught himself and gave a slight laugh. My accent is an amalgam of various places I have lived over the years, I travel every now and then, stay here or there, enjoy and try to immerse myself. He said with a slight sigh. It seems like whole lifetimes before I leave. He added before he looked to the window and made a gesture that turned out the lights leaving them in a room only lit by rather bright moonlight. how do you know I wasn't drawn here by fate? He asked with a snicker. That I chose this place...well its got history with my family. He said slowly as he looked about the room. All of it, is quite...special. He continued before he ran his fingers along his lips in thought. Of all the places I've been..this feels like...home. He finished his hand coming down to rest atop her thigh.
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She giggled softly as he spoke of having her for a treat, the girl's eyes trailing down as he opened his shirt. Her hand moved to his collar bone, her fingers trailing over his muscular chest slowly as he moved closer. One couldn't help but want to be close to you, but I'm afraid telling you want I want for Christmas wouldn't be very proper, now would it? She teased back, watching him lean in like he was about to kiss her. He spoke of going to several places over the years but... how old was he? He only looked twenty, maybe twenty two at the oldest. How many places could he have lived in that amount of time? Sure, he could have moved a bunch with family but... oh what did it matter. He was here now, and she was smitten with it. Slowly, her other hand moved to his neck, the girl's finger tips running down it slowly as she tilted her head to the side. Why would fate draw you here? What would you possibly gain, besides women handing you their... undergarments and bothering you all the time? Cause it ain't gonna stop, you know? No, as long as your single, or even not married, they're gonna be all over you like... like... well... like something anyways. Her accent got worse, and even more adorable as the alcohol started to really get into her. As he said that the place felt like home and touched her thigh, her right hand moved down on top of his, almost as if she was going to move it. But she wasn't at all. She simply ran her thumb over it gently, the hand on his neck moving to the back of it before pulling him slightly closer. And I have another question... although this one is more.. personal. She laughed slightly, smiling at him before she shut her eyes, only opening them to look back up into his as she spoke. Of all the girls her, lots of 'em far more gorgeous than I am... why am I the one who's lucky enough to be sitting here, this close to you? I mean, what could I have possibly done in a past life to make me this incredibly lucky?
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He smiled at her response before he looked to her hand on his chest then raised it kissing her fingers softly before letting it fall once more and moving in closer. Oh really now? Is it because you've been a naughty girl and afraid you won't get your presents? He asked with a slight laugh before he rubbed her thigh gently then slipped his hand back from it to reach over and grab a glass of wine he'd had sitting behind him. Sipping i thoughtfully he smiled to her before teasingly blowing her a kiss. I'm sure a lovely young lady like yourself have plenty of suitors clamoring to try and stuff your stocking. He added before he leaned back into the chair and shook his head while she spoke. I know, I know it won't stop but its their right to try. It probably won't even stop after I do get married, no one has a sense of etiquette anymore. He continued before he leaned in. The only girl more beautiful than you when you walked in the door, is the one sitting before me now who's relaxed and confident in her beauty. But looks aren't everything. Its your humility, your confidence, that sexy little accent of yours. Your scent.... He said letting it hang in the air as he drifted close inhaling her scent before his cool breath washed over her throat as he pressed to her slightly before looking up his face now an inch or so from hers. Its many things. He said, his eyes shimmering in the moonlight and betraying him as they gave off a slight red tinge while his muscles tightened with his growing desire for her. But. He said as he pulled back suddenly. It would be improper of me to impose, and yourself?
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Oh man, he could do anything to her at this point and she wouldn't fight him. Wouldn't even dream of stopping him. I have not been naughty. Just... I don't think Santa would be able to give me... you. She let out a soft breath as he rubbed her thigh, frowning slightly when he pulled his hand from her to sip at the wine. As he talked of suitors and boys, she laughed for a few moments, smiling before shaking her head. You're joking right? I've never had a boyfriend. I've never been kissed, or held hands with a boy, or done... anything... People think I'm a freak, and I mean, they're right. I am. But I wouldn't ever change that. My daddy taught me to always be who I was, and never change for anyone, and thats what I'm gonna do. And if... I never end up in love because of it, at least my daddy will be proud of me. She blushed when he said how beautiful she was, and called her accent sexy. She giggled as she felt his breath against her neck. She leaned her head back, letting the coolness wash over her skin before she looked down into his eyes. You're like a wolf.... you're eyes are incredible, Janus... She whispered breathlessly, her voice coming off sexy and confident as she took the glass from his hand. She didn't drink it, only put it down on the table in front of her so she had his full attention. Her eyes shut as she shifted slightly, now laying her legs over his lap slightly as her hand played with his hair, also keep him close to her neck. She liked the way his breath felt on it, and after a second, she giggled and arched her back a little bit before tilting his head up as she looked down at him. I think you are a wolf... You keep talking about my scent like... like your... Oh gosh, I can't even think anymore. What ever it is, it's kind of... sexy... SHe blushed wildly as the words left her lips, Contessa slowly running her fingers over that strong jawbone before touching his lower lip with her thumb.
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If a strange man in a red suit showed up to put me in a box, I think I'd go happily if you'd be the one opening it. He said with a smirk before he leaned in brushing his lips along the flesh of her throat. He inhaled her scent and shifted his legs to hide his growing erection. She was rather good at this, he found it hard to believe she was a virgin but he'd find out eventually in time he figured. In any case dear, they just don't know what they're missing, being unique is something to be prized in a mate. He replied to her before he leaned in stopping millimeters from her lips before he pulled back. You've never been kissed? How sad, those lips look like they'd be great for doing just such a thing. He said to her remembering his hospitality laws about allowances and the like. He could ignore them, he could just ravage her on the couch like an animal, and a part of him cried out for him to do just that, but she was a guest in his home. He had invited her here under her assumption she would be safe. His hands slid gently along her legs up to her thigh then back down as they entered his lap. A wolf you say.. He said laughing at the irony of their kind being notoriously inhospitable to one another. I do come off a bit...predatory I guess. He said before he leaned in again. Do you want me to just eat you up? He asked licking his lips as though to accentuate his point. She ran her fingers along his lip and he for his part suckled gently at her fingertip his lips wrapping softly about it before he released the digit and kissed along her arm up to her shoulder. His teeth grazed the side of her neck but he held himself in check his manhood now throbbing painfully between his thighs as he swam in her scent.