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Thread: maleficarum regrets [sydnie.cherie & Righteous Ritsu]

Cherie jumped at the sight of the young apprentice, hitting the crown of her head on the planks of wood that supported the mattress above. She'd assumed that everyone was gone, that she was alone. Or maybe she was just a bit jumpy after having demons, spirit wolves, and other entities after her in the Fade. She took a deep breath, then smiled fleetingly at the woman as she rubbed what she was sure was going to be a huge bump in the morning. When the pain in her head went away, she focused on what she thought was an expression of uncertainty on her bunkmate's face. She remembered that feeling, that worrying about what was to come. She remembered wishing that someone would have answered just one of the many questions she'd asked. But no. She'd had to face the Fade with no forewarning. That felt like a lifetime ago, even though it was less than twenty-four hours. Cherie stood up, stretching her arms over her head before swinging them by her side, getting used to the weight of her body again as she thought of something comforting to say. The rumors, as always, aren't true. She turned around and focused her wheat colored as on Azura. She desperately wanted to relay the last thing the demon had said. 'Keep your wits about you, Mage. True tests never end.' Unfortunately Cherie could not think of a way to put the words in which she wouldn't be penalized, so she chose to leave them unsaid. Be careful.
Thread: Noir.

That's it! See, at first I thought it was hate, too. Hate was all I knew, it built my world, it imprisoned me, taught me how to eat, how to drink, how to breathe. I thought I'd die with all my hate in my veins. But then something happened. It happened to me... just as it happened to you.
Thread: Noir.

If there's certain death above and below you, the only way out is inside.
Thread: Noir.

A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist.
Thread: Vampire Betrothal

Two years ago he had first laid eyes on her, two years to the very night. She had been younger then, so had he but he still looked the same while she had grown even more beautiful in the two years in between. The ball that night had been in honor of her birthday, her parents had decided to throw a particularly lavish one that year because she was now sixteen and they had heard that it was all the rage for humans to throw lavish parties when their own daughters turned the same age. Dominic Valdrane had been quite bored that night until he had seen her, true there had been virgin blood available bottled of course because it had been made quite clear to him and the other vampires that feeding on the other guests would be quite rude, and the music had been passably entertaining but until the very moment he laid eyes on her he had been immensely bored and tempted to lash out at any number of the people just to make the time pass. But then the lady of honor had been presented and she had looked splendid. Human poets and romantics liked to call a situation like that love at first site but it was hardly love for Dominic, not even infatuation, he was filled with desire over her, not just of a sexual nature but filled with a need to have her, to posses her. Of course it was natural for one of his kind to feel that way but such a powerful urge hadn't filled him in ages, in his three hundred years of life he couldn't remember the last time he had desired someone as much as he wanted her. It was decided in that moment, he would have her, nothing would stand in his way. Of course he couldn't just take her like he wanted to right then and there, her age would cause all kinds of objections, and of course her family would never agree to it. At least not without a little bit of coercion, and Dominic was more then willing to do that. It had taken him eighteen months to set it all up, for eighteen months he focused on nothing but the acquisition of assets that her family required and buying up their debts, until he had enough leverage over them to force them to do whatever he needed... and then he told them he would ruin them unless they gave him what he wanted, their lovely daughter... Everything had been planned out perfectly, she would be his the very night that she reached adulthood, given to him at a ball that he would be throwing in her honor. Not a word of what was coming was to be said to her, instead she would be brought to the party in a white dress that he had picked out for her and sent to her home a few days before. Now it was the evening of the party, the sun had just set and Dominic was becoming active in his mansion, he was quite nocturnal even with the specially filtered glass keeping him safe from the sun. Some of the guests had started to arrive and rather then play the proper hose Dominic was letting them arrive and get greeted by one of the vampires who owed him loyalty, they would announce when she arrived and make sure that she was brought to him... any moment she was to arrive and he couldn't wait to let her know that she belonged to him now.
Thread: Vampire Betrothal

Just like that one two years ago, Celebrian expected this party to be all about being a lady, to have the ladies congratulating them over her coming of age, to have the men trying to create conversation to win over her heart. It was just one of those days, where everything was supposed to be fun and she didn't want any of it. She didn't know of the ulterior reason for this party, to her it was just another festivity for her parents to brag. Of course she was always civil, she always smiled and showed her best side. It was what she was supposed to do. Her parents were everything for her, and to them honor was everything. She knew they cared about her, but still wanted her to be their little doll. She was ready for it, because no matter what, they wouldn't force on her something that she couldn't deal with, wasn't that right? She dressed in the finest silk of white, her soft brown curls adorned with pearlescent beads, and a delicate necklace on her neck. If anything, she looked like a bride in her attire, her bustier, also adorned with preselect beads, raised her bossom to look even more flattering, and her sleeves, long, concealed her lightly tanned hands. She didn't understand what made her parents give her this dress, insist on her wearing it for the first time today. Maybe they wanted to get rid of her already, get a suitor and become a lady for a change. Yes, that had to be it. Despite the delicate attire, she was a wild child, someone who preferred the woods to the comfort of home and the mountains to being in a ball. She liked danger, enjoyed training, she was anything but your normal elf lady. But despite that, she knew perfectly well how to play one. Entering the ball she smiled and waved, she bowed modestly, talked softly. She was perfect during that time, as she entered the place, wondering why she couldn't have celebrated her birthday in the woods and instead was being forced into such a celebration, that wasn't even celebrating her. Her parents, still quite unsure about the situation, had not told her a thing, they didn't even think the young vampire wanted them to. They were to direct her to the guards that would get her to Dominic, almost felt like a deal with the devil. A bit lost as she entered the ball to be escorted, Celebrian followed hesitantly. Of course, she would meet the lod who threw this ball... but why weren't her parents coming with her? She was soon presented to Dominic, after presenting her through all the room, for all to see the beauty of her white dress, and everyone but her know what it was for. Courtly, she smiled, bowing her head, her voice a lot more soft than anyone close to her was used to hearing. I am honored to have been invited by you, my lord to such a beautiful ball... but I was never informed of the occasion... Would you kindly inform me so I may congratulate you?
Thread: Vampire Betrothal

He had of course been informed the moment her families car arrived on the property and had spent a few moments adjusting his appearance in a mirror before she reached the private study where she would be meeting him. Like the glass of the windows the mirror had been specially treated so that his reflection would show up in it, after all he had more then a bit of vanity going on and he was wealthy enough to indulge in just about any desire that he might happen to have many times over, having an indoor pool with a massive skylight over head and three walls made of the treated glass just so he could indulge in an early morning swim had been a fleeting thought twenty years ago and within a week it had been completed and was only ever used a few times a year. The thoughts of those random indulgences were put aside as he heard the door opening though, what it had taken to get her had cost him quite a bit more then the pool had and he knew she was worth every cent and every second that had been spent in order to get a hold of her. Now that she was here her parents were no doubt being gently reminded by an associate of his that should they interfere in any way at all they would be financially ruined for all time, just because he had what he wanted didn't mean that Dominic was going to hand over his bargaining chips. He ignored her initial question about the purpose for the party though, instead taking time to look over her, struck by the same beauty and vibrancy that had been so evident the moment he had first glimpsed her from across the hall at that party two years ago. This was the closest he had ever been to her, that thought struck him rather suddenly as her scent filled the room and his nose, not the overly perfumed scent so many other young elven ladies tried to affect but instead something wild and alive... and beneath it the scent of her blood, the thought of it, just a taste, was enough to arouse more then one hunger in his body. That dress, it looks wonderful on you. He said after several long moments admiring her. Better then I could have hoped for really, I had wondered if the measurements your parents had provided me with were correct or if perhaps they would try to make you appear less appealing in order to keep you from me. His smile was showing a hint of his fangs now, his eyes flashing a little bit in the flickering light provided in the room by several candles and a large fire. I had considered a different color but in the end the white seemed most fitting to me, after all a young woman should come before her husband to be in her very best on the night of their wedding. As he spoke he began to approach her, the self control he had struggled to maintain for two years was rapidly fading away. You see, your parents have betrothed you to me and as of tonight you are my wife, the party I have thrown tonight is in honor of your coming of age and of course, to celebrate our union.
Thread: Vampire Betrothal

The way the lord before her looked at her, the way he seemed to be taking in every detail of her, her body, her scent... it was unnerving. A young lady like her shouldn't be alone with someone like him, there was a reason the rooms at her house were closed off when she held the ball two years ago. Despite trying her very best lady impression, a slight look of annoyance was still escaping the metaphorical mask of her face. If he tried to take her blood, she would... But the reality was far worse than him taking her blood. With the way he complimented her, and talked at her, she could tell he was interested in her, that he wanted her. She was just not good measuring how much. From the way he talked, it was him that decided on this dress for her, he had every little detail planned. She couldn't understand why someone would go through so much trouble, for someone they've never properly met. But then he began making sense. The reason her parents had been so nervous as of late, the reason they had been confirming over and over their love for her, the reason they were doing so many things abnormally. But she could tell what it was before he even finished saying things. They were to be wed. There was no reason now to hold that mask covering her face, the metaphor had vanished. She didn't want to spend an eternity with a vampire she had just met, on one of his whims. It was now time to show her true personality. Do you really expect me to just fall into your arms and happily submit like a slave to you? she said, her voice strong, determined, with a light degree of masculinity on her tone despite its female musicality. Or to just accept you as my husband without a fight? She took in her hands one of the sleeves and ripped it from her beautiful dress. I refuse! Grabbing the sleeve in the opposite arm, a firm glare of anger, she declared, I wont. With another swift movement it was off. I am not some toy you can simply buy, like you've bought this castle. I am a woman! I am a warrior! And I refuse to submit to a coward that destroys families on a whim! Not being able to hold her tongue civil for any longer, she couldn't helo herself from adding, Fuck you!
Thread: Vampire Betrothal

He was amused by her behavior until she started to rip the arms off the dress. Not only had there been a decent amount of money spent on that dress but the time it had taken, finding a young woman similar in appearance and having her model for him until he had found the perfect cut for the dress and then torn it off of her and sating his lust and hunger until her body was limp and unconscious. Of course a new dress had to be made for her after that but he had been immensely pleased by the way that it had looked, especially when he saw her. To have her rip it apart was nearly a greater insult then the way that she was speaking to him... but it seemed that she fancied herself some sort of fighter and if he needed to teach her a lesson he would be more then happy to do it. With an exaggerated sigh Dominic removed the coat of the suit he was wearing and unbuttoned the shirt a little bit to give him greater freedom of motion and of course to keep it from being entirely ruined, a custom made Italian suit was never easy to come across in the States and this one was one of his favorites, having it ruined now would only serve to put him in a terrible mood when he should be working to enjoy himself on his wedding night. The little girl thinks of herself as a capable warrior? He asked with a chuckle as he rolled his shoulders a little bit, making a show of preparing himself when it was really not necessary in the least. Honestly I would rather have you get along with me willingly, I had intended to have the marriage officially preformed in front of your parents but the way you are behaving I might just have to get a tad bit rough with you. He said that as though he was feeling any regret but in truth the thought of taking her against her will, well it excited him quite a bit. For a marriage to take place vampires had a rather simple affair, usually a ball was held and then the vampire would feed from their intended while at the same time feeding them a small amount of their own blood. The blood of the vampire acting as a mild aphrodisiac while at the same time symbolizing the connection the two would now share... it seemed that he might have to force feed her the blood though, dragging her defiled body out in front of the party before making her drink deeply. A twisted smile was all she got as a warning before he struck, throwing his body at her with all the strength in his legs, the gap between them closing rather quickly as he slammed against her. It might have been years since I last had to fight but that hardly means I have forgotten the skills that helped me become what I am. He hissed as he pushed her back toward the wall. Fighting me will only make it worse for you my love.
Thread: Vampire Betrothal

As Dominic mentioned his alleged desire for this to be willing on her part, Celebrian scoffed. Like she would believe any of his words, when his eyes told a completely different story. She could tell he was enjoying it, she even wondered if this was what he wanted all along. She wasn't too impressed as he unbuttoned his shirt slightly, or as he pretended to stretch. But if there's one thing he hit the nail on the head, it was she wasn't a capable warrior, not yet. Celebrian did train obscene amounts in a day, she did go hunting with her brothers and cousins and by herself, but she had never truly had to fight for her life before. She was aware of this, she was aware that she had yet to experience the terrors of war, nor had centuries of experience under her belt. However, her spirit was still strong and unyielding, part bravery part ignorance. This bravado of youth made her not care too much about consequences, she didn't care about appearances, she only wanted him to be shown as the bastard he was. Of course you wanted me to be willing! she said, the bitter tone of sarcasm in her beautiful voice. That's why you courted me, why you talked to me, why I even accepted to be your wife when you gave me a choice! ... Give me a fucking break! He was fast, she had to give him that, and it was obvious he had centuries on her of experience. She could feel his body pressing against her, his breath as he was ever so close, even the cold of his skin. Her bare arms were cold against the wall, but her eyes were still defiant. Force yourself on me! she said, disgust in her eyes. Go ahead, take me by force, hurt me and ravage me as the beast you are. Its the only way you'll have me, because there is no way in hell you'll get me to consent. You'll have to drag my limp, lifeless body from the house before I decide to listen to you.
Thread: Vampire Betrothal

She was intoxicating, this close and her scent was filling him like nothing else could, making her all the more desirable to him. From across the room it had been all he could do to retain his self control and reign in the hunger that threatened to rule him but this close, here and now he was on the very edge of his own ability to restrain himself and just drink deeply from her neck. A few mouth fulls of blood pouring down his throat would probably slow her down a little bit, make her drowsy and less able to fight against him. It would be more convenient for him but to have her fighting against him with all her strength and realizing how futile it was would be half the fun for him. I don't see why you are so eager to have me to hurt you. He said with a little bit of a chuckle as he leaned in and lightly bit her neck, just the slightest tease of what he could soon be doing. He was old, had centuries of experience and she was hardly the first woman he had taken against her will, these centuries of experience had taught him how to manipulate the bodies of the young women he took, to make their bodies betray them even as they tried to fight against him. He knew all the little places where he could tease, the small spots that seemed to make women grow weaker as they tried to resist him. Don't be mistaken my dear, I will happily take all the time I need in order to break you of this little rebellious streak... it won't be easy but I will soon have you kneeling at my feet begging for my favor. Using his hands to pin her in place, making sure that she wouldn't be able to easily strike out at him Dominic took a moment to bite his lower lip, deep enough to draw blood though the wound swiftly healed leaving a thin line of blood upon the lip. With that line of blood there, slowly starting to pool and drip Dominic kissed her, pressing his lips roughly to hers and forcing her mouth open, the marriage only needed her to taste his blood and then he would taste hers... true he had wanted to wait to do this in front of the assembled guests but by doing in now the aphrodisiac properties of the blood might help to make her struggle more entertaining. As he pressed his lips to hers he worked to move both of her hands into one of his, holding them both by the wrist above her head while his now free left hand reached down, fumbling with his pants to unzip them and draw out his cock, already large and rock hard, waiting to be thrust into her virginal body. Feeling better now? He grunted as he broke off the kiss, leaning down to nip at her neck again, this time aiming to draw a little bit of blood. All I need now is to taste your blood and we are married... making you my wife and my property.
Thread: Vampire Betrothal

She could tell the bastard was enjoying it a bit too much, but she wasn't going to be one to submit. She knew she couldn't run, and he would have let her escape of the situation no matter what. It was just of matter of getting it over with, making him lose the passion for the forbidden she had going and she would be let free. No matter what happened, no matter if she couldn't marry again, she would never accept this man as her husband or as her lover. She had not given up, despite the fact that she knew very well her virginity would be his, and that, according to vampire law, so would everything else of hers. But she was unwilling to stay that way for the rest of her life. You would have done this anyway, if I dared re- She was cut short in mid-sentence by the light prickle in her neck, a slight sigh escaping her lips despite herself. It was only a tease, only a show of his power, and despite that she felt her senses heightening, a rush of adrenaline on her body. Her body wanted the attention, despite her mind not wanting anything of the matter. She clenched her jaw, trying to pass off the rush of pleasure as disgust and surprise. I will never kneel to you! I will not... beg for favor! I would rather die! she screamed, hoping that everyone in the ball knew what he was doing. She felt him overpowering her, holding her to the wall, pining her so she couldn't strike. That didn't mean she didn't struggle, her shoulders and hips moving and her arms trying to break free. She hadn't even noticed his bite until their lips clashed, and a light taste of salt invaded her mouth as he forced it open, a rough, passionate kiss against struggling, pursed lips. With a taste of that blood, a tate and sensation she'd never experienced before, her heart was now pounding even faster. He somehow managed to hold both her wrists over her head, his physical power greatly overpowering hers. A light sheen of sweat began to cover her skin, part by the accelerated pulse, part by the heat of his body, part by the struggle. Her torn top began to bundle at her waist, the bustier's top now revealing the top of her breasts overflowing, just the corner of her aureolas visible. Shaking her head to brush off the sensation, she then head-butted to his nose. Go right back to hell! She could feel the heat of his member, it was almost instinctive, and the smell of his sweat began invading her. It was enticing her, it was calling to her... but she wouldn't receive it. Her face was flushed red, her breath panted as she bit her lower lip. No matter what you say... what you do to me... I won't be yours...