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Thread: The Hunter Becomes The Prey (Notte & I)

Her body went completely still and her eyes burned with fire when he drove the stake into her. Lifting up her arms, one slower then the other, she shoved him off of him and slowly sat up. With her lips pursed together, she looked down at the wound protruding from her chest. You staked me, you son of a bitch. Whoreson. I hate being staked. She spoke through clenched teeth and glared daggers at him. Reaching her hand up, she grasped the stake and pulled it from her body. The sound of wet flesh and a pop resonated from her when it dropped free. A small cat like hiss fell from her lips and her fangs distended. Holding her hand over the wound, she slowly got to her feet. Now, I'm going to have to feed more to repair this damage. She said it with such disgust, as if she couldn't stand the thought. Only needing a few pints of blood once a week, she detested the fact that she would now have to go out and find multiple victims to repair the damage done to her. Unlike the lowly made and tainted vampires, she never killed those whom she feed upon and often times, she left them with a faint memory of meeting some indistinguishable woman and making love to her - even when she never touched them except to feed. She took what she needed to sustain her and left them with a feeling of pleasure. It was a winwin situation. Her eyes turned dark as night and the iris' emitted a faint glow. She was through with playing nice and he would learn his lesson well between true bloods and the tainted. You will pay for this. She hissed at him and started to stalk him as if he were prey. She lowered her voice, turning it hypnotic. Those who dare wonder into my darkness, shall fall into eternal slumber. She had no want to take his life, but she wanted to tear his pride apart, make him loathe himself like he loathed her kind. She wanted to make him give into every wicked though that haunted his mind. To have him at her mercy, begging her for ever more. Decadent pleasure. Reaching out and cupping the side of his face in on bloodied hand, her eyes bore into his. Fall into the night, into the darkness where your wicked fantasies roam. Tell me of the perversions that haunt you while you pleasure yourself alone. Let the darkest of your desires flow around you, cling to you, spill fourth from your lips. Its decadent, the taste. You hate my kind, yet you crave us, our powers. You feel twisted lust that was born from your hatred. After all, we dislike most in others, what we hate most in ourselves. She poured the words around him, making them cling to his mind, wanting him to see and tell all of ravenousness wishes.
Thread: The Hunter Becomes The Prey (Notte & I)

A soft cackle broke his lips as he rose from the floor, the scent of his thick rich blood filling the air like a red flower in bloom.He couldn't hear it, but to there sharpened senses it was like rainfall.Drip, drip, drip, blood from his lip collided with the floor, staining the stone red.The drips seemed to match his slow, calm heartbeat like a melody, one could almost hear the mournful sound of a cello playing in chorus with the strange melody.My mother was a clothier he corrected snidely.Though he felt good for staking her, she posed questions that made his mind seize for a moment.Her voice was like silk washing over his mind, strangely soothing and at the same time deeply striking. His eyes began to change, his pupils widening as he tried to shrug her away.Stop, such blasphemies are foul he spat, backing away as he covered his ears.Useless, her melodic voice penetrated his fingers to leak through anyway, goading an already fragile mind to the brink of collapse.The last part of her sentence made him freeze in place.We dislike most in others, what we hate most in ourselves.It rang out in his mind like a bell, one that tolled for him. Do I hate myself?....am I no better then these filthy animals?.His own voice began to question himself and conflict began to brew inside of him.Questions his mind had subdued in it's blind hatred began to surface, and conscience began to creep into him, somehow with that simple phrase she'd made him stop to think..after all humanity could only be shirked for so long before it came back.His fingers clutched his hair, tugging at the roots to try and relieve the growing pressure in his skull, his wide brimmed hat sliding off his head to reveal a short curly mop of hair, wet with sweat as he groaned.Quit it you filthy whore, I'm getting a headache he growled out, thinking wasn't part of his regular routine, only emotion and action.Like a dance he would feel an impulse and his body would react like lightning, it was what had kept him alive so long, thought was only distracting, and even at this moment It was doing just that, leaving him wide open.
Thread: The Hunter Becomes The Prey (Notte & I)

She cradled his head against he breasts, even when he would have pulled away. We're all killer's, all murderer's. All carnal and animalistic beings. Then, in that knowledge, of knowing you hate us, because you see something in you that is shown fully in us. You know that who you are really fighting is yourself and we is just your scapegoats. You want the adrenaline of the fight, because you fear that if you were to stop, there would be nothing of you left except for the monster that you have become. Slowly, she crept her hand around the back of his neck and gently massaged it. The only reason why your head is hurting, is because you are finally letting your emotion's filter through. You've closed yourself off, closed yourself off for so long, that you know longer know who the real you is. All you know is that you are a killer. You hunt your prey and wait for the perfect moment to attack and give the lethal blow. You tear apart your victim's just like these tainted creatures tear apart theirs. However, there is one big difference. Where they kill for sustenance and life you kill for revenge and pleasure. Her voice leaked out into him, into his mind and into his thoughts. She would not let any word escape him. He was not so very far from her kind. After all, the tainted once were once human too. And although she was born a true blood, she has kept her sanity and her soul intact. A vampire, with a heart, conscious, and soul, who knew? That is what made her so special to her people. She was born a vampire, from two full true bloods, but she had human qualities.
Thread: The Hunter Becomes The Prey (Notte & I)

He would have pulled away had her words not captivated him.It was strange to hear such honest words from a vampire, let alone anyone else.He savoured the softness of her breasts, like pillows to rest ones weary head.Revelations exploded in his mind like gunpowder set ablaze, crackling and burning, it was enough to make his eyes water and leak, but he knew he was past the capability of crying.He began to feel a sickening churn in his stomach as he came to realize that he was indeed no better then them, that he in all actuality might even be worse.While she was a vampire with human qualities, a soul, a heart and feelings, he was the opposite.A human missing a heart that felt love, a soul that felt contentment and only feelings of despair, hatred and gloom.It was a paradox that made his mind spin dizzily.His urge to kill this woman was ebbing slowly, perhaps there was a better path in life, something far more fulfilling than simply slaying them endlessly day after day, It truthfully availed him nothing.Is there another way then?.His voice was sarcastic and sour, he didn't like the truth, it made him feel sick, it could only get worse before it ever began to get better. He was shuddering quietly in her bosom, gazing at the stone floor, the blood from his lip dripping onto her belly hot and fresh, his emotions leaving him too drained to slay anymore.He honestly began to not care, he could feel the depression seeping in, it would take some time to rekindle any sort of passion for life, whether it was with her or alone.
Thread: The Hunter Becomes The Prey (Notte & I)

Gently, with a featherlight lover's touch, she ran her hand through his hair and massaged at his scalp. Truthfully, darling, everything good or bad, always takes time. Change always takes time and it isn't easy. Often times you will long to give up and just drift through the raptures of life. It takes a great amount of strength, will power, and courage to forge the battle for your soul. She spoke lightly, as if she were lost in time, in a different place, a different memory far into the past. One of struggle and pain. She started to hum quietly to him, before her voice broke out. Soft and soothing, a lullaby to heal the withered soul. Kunasz, nelkul sivdobbanas, nelkul fesztelen loyly. Ot elidament andam szabadon elidadert. O jela sielam jorem ot ainamet es sone ot elidadet. O jela sielam pukta kinn minden szelemeket belso. Pajnak o susu hanyet es o nyelv nyalamet sivadaba. Vii, o verim sone o verid anadam.
Thread: The Hunter Becomes The Prey (Notte & I)

He drank deeply of her words, his muscles relaxing as she massaged his scalp, his headache slowly lessening to a dull throb, easily washed away.It's a battle I've never fought he said, his voice was nervous sounding, like a child afraid to dive into the sea for the first time.The language was odd, like an elusive tone bordering on being understandable, yet it danced just outside of his grasp.The melody reminded him of a different song, one that an old companion had wrote for his wife that he found oddly suited to the moment.It was a rather morbid sounding tune, the lyrics were obscure and rather gaunt. A creature made of sunshine Her eyes were like the sky Rabbit howls like something old As we twitch to a lullaby The scalpel shines in god's sunshine The Streetlamps whisper pain Down here near the poison stream Our god has gone insane His voice was melodic and soft, deep and rich it sung in haunting tones, contrasting with her much higher pitched voice.Conflicted as he was, he didn't realize the dark turn he was about to make, he would buy into her claims like a child clutching a golden egg.Will....you show me the way? he said absent minded, ignorant of her still dark nature.
Thread: The Hunter Becomes The Prey (Notte & I)

She turned to humming as he started to sing, the words playing like a record over her own. Although, they were fully different. After he finished and before she could speak to compliment him, he spoke again. A soft plea in the darkness, like a child calling for his mother as he lost his way home. Tears burned at the edge of her vision and she kept her eyes widened so they would not fall and show weakness. She remembered when she had asked that very question, asked for help, prayed for a sign. However, there was no one to lead her but herself. Of course, Mon Petite, of course I will help you. Will you give yourself to me? Open up and let me in? She spoke lowly, afraid that if she spoke to high he would change his mind. Tell me, how did you lose yourself at sea? Drifting within, you have to break free.Tell me, why did you cast yourself away? She hoped that he would answer, she may be an empath, but she couldn't read minds. In order to help him, first, she would have to help completely break him. Then, she would have to find an outlet for his pain. Where he turned it into rage, she would have to turn it into something else. A smile played on her lips and she looked him over. They had a fire burning between them, hot and scolding, it drenched them in a twisted passion. A need of dark devotion. Pleasure, yes, that is what I will turn his pain into.
Thread: The Hunter Becomes The Prey (Notte & I)

It was a strange feeling, something had been set in motion.He could feel the momentum of the moment flowing like a river around them.He could almost feel a connection, like sinewy tendrils binding them together...she felt his pain, or rather he could feel hers.He was suffering deeply and had never noticed it before.It took a great deal for him to subdue his own nature, the urge to stab and kill them was like a compulsive habit.His hand trembled slightly as he choked out the words.I will.....I will he practically whispered.It was like a hurricane inside of him, his emotions were a raw force to be beheld with awe, raw anger and hatred poured off him like a fog, a cloak of emotion that blocked all sources of joy.He slowly let go of her, sitting down and clutching his head gently.I'm sure you can find me in the village he said as he tried not to look at her.To gaze at her now would likely bring him to a peak he didn't want to reach just yet.I'll be at the tavern he said before he stood up and fled the castle, racing down the halls with nothing but thought guiding him, painful, annoying thought that he'd driven out for so long.
Thread: The Hunter Becomes The Prey (Notte & I)

Reverence shuddered and gave a deep sigh as she watched him flee from her. She hated it when they fled. And somehow, it bothered her even more that they always expected her to follow them. She wished, just for once that they would either stay or come back to her once they had their time to recover from the shock of retrieving their long forgotten emotions. Shuddering, she felt the dawn coming closer and she quickly fled from the windowed room. Still wounded, she fled to the cellar. The minerals in the soil would have to rejuvenate her while she slept and when she awoke when the night fell, she would have to find sustenance. She wondered, would he change his mind. Tomorrow, would he come seeking her comfort or would she have to find him?
Thread: The Hunter Becomes The Prey (Notte & I)

It had been a long, hard day.He had wandered about the town moping, and depressing.He had been kicked out of all the dining establishments for driving off customers, he was hated almost as much as what he hunted, which really made him think.Night had freshly fallen, and he already had his drink firmly on when he finally made up his mind.He swigged down the last ounce of green fairy in the bottle, shuddering as the potent absinthe slid down his neck, burning like green fire the entire way down.He wasn't rich so it was the poorly made junk, the stuff that actually indeed made one hallucinate.It was beautiful, green snowflakes fell like a ballet, dancing and swirling about hm as he made his way to the castle, bathed in the bliss of an absinthe high so profound one could smell him coming a mile away. Trips had a way of going nasty, and his was indeed headed that way.Nightmarish apparitions began to dance at the corners of his vision, teasing him with quick jolts of fear that only the dreaded drink could produce.Only those with a death wish or alot of testicular fortitude strayed from familiar territory on the substance, one could only imagine what might happen in a castle at night with head full of bad dreams.He didn't know her name, but he began to call out.Hey...I'm here...god dangit I ain't got all night.That was a lie, he had more than all night, he had an eternity to waste.
Thread: The Hunter Becomes The Prey (Notte & I)

Reverence awoke from her slumber and smelt something distinctively foul. Like alcohol. Drunk sweaty man and alcohol. And, to her further investigation, she found exactly where the smell was coming from. Mon Cheri, you reek! Come now, we must get you cleaned of that awful smell. She grabbed his arm gently and drug him towards the bathing area. The smell of him was starting to make her altogether dizzy. Still weak from the blood loss, and with her heightened senses, made her weak and vulnerable. She had to hurry up and clean him so she could go out hunting. She wouldn't chance trying to feed from him, especially since he was in a weakened state of mind and hadn't given his consent. Which was just to bad, her bite brought much pleasure to those who felt it. What am I to do with you?
Thread: The Hunter Becomes The Prey (Notte & I)

Slade tried to shrug her off with a nagging noise before he slipped and fell on his rump with a groan.Hey, I showed up didn't I? he said, sighing as he slid his heavy coat off, he felt hot and flustered.The booze was heating him up, or maybe it was her, it was hard to tell in his current state of mind.He began to quietly unbutton his shirt before he slipped it off, revealing pale, unmarked flesh, pristine like living marble.He had no scars, no tattoo's nor any blemish, he was a blank slate waiting to be painted in every sense of the word.All she needed to do was stroke the brush across him and paint a masterpiece.
Thread: The Hunter Becomes The Prey (Notte & I)

Whatever response she was about to give him died on her tongue when he started to get undressed. I, umm... I- she stuttered over her words, drawing up a blank slate in her mind. Her fangs extended and if she breathed her breasts would have been heaving. She quickly turned her back to him, a faint blush stealing its way across her cheeks. You sh-should-shouldn't be doing that in a Ladies company. She bit her tongue to keep quiet. Her hormones did a happy little jump at seeing him disrobe. The man was gorgeous. You stay here and take a bath and I'll go.. get something. She spoke very slowly, making sure to watch her words for mistakes. She turned around and started to walk back the way she came, but she couldn't stop her eyes from greedily devouring his masterful chest. She reached out and trailed her hand across it as she made her way past him - something she involuntary did.
Thread: The Hunter Becomes The Prey (Notte & I)

She had touched him before, but it had always been a brush on his hand or stroking his hair, this was different.His body went rigid, and his mouth hung open in a silent gasp as he felt her fingers brush over his chest, making his nipples toughen and harden, goosebumps rising on his flawless skin as he shuddered softly.Her touch was just the first brush stroke across the canvas, simply readying it to be turned into a work of art. I... apologize...I'm not in the presence of a lady often...I'll take heed next time he said, clear as a bell.Her touch had sobered him like a cold bucket of water in the face, only more pleasant.His fingertips reached out, gliding along her arm, over the silk of her dress before slipping off her own fingertips.His eyes were hungry, watching her hips sway as she strode out of the room, leaving him in the silence with naught but the image of her behind seared into his cornea's.It was several minutes later he regained his composure, slipping into the heated water with a groan, his muscles twitching and throbbing as they began to relax to the heat.His lead lolled back as he shut his eyes, tuning the world out as he began to make peace with his body, something he'd neglected to do for months now. He sat like a stone in the ocean, unmoving and quiet as he came to peace, his heartbeat steady and even as the water moved not an inch.One might have easily mistook him for a corpse long dead, with how snow white his skin was it would be more than believable, if not for the clenching and releasing of his fingers on the tub as his mind began to fantasize.Hot flashes, wet lashes and soft caresses flooded his mind.Heated moans and cold floor stones danced across his eyes.Her flesh like peaches in regalia, dancing across his lips as he imagined himself smattering her neck in warm kisses.His toes curled in the water as he let out an ever so slight groan, undressing her lewdly in his mind as he fondled her unbarred.
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Thread: The Elf and the Minotaur

Nola loved to sneak around the forest at night. She thought it marvelously entertaining to sprint from tree to tree, visible one moment and invisible the next. She would jump up the trees and they fling herself off of them, feeling her body float softly to the ground. She was a small little elf, standing at barely five feet. She was juciy though, her hips and behind curvy and her breasts voluptuous. She had pale skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes. Her ears of course, were rather large and pointed, making her able to hear almost everything for miles around if she focused on it. She had heard that there were bad creatures who came out into the forest at night, but she'd never seen one, and so she thought they were just myths. She was out playing one night, hopping from tree to tree and giggling to herself, when she began to feel drowsy. She was a little ways from her home, and didn't think it would be bad to just take a quick nap. She settled down at the base of a tree and rolled onto her side, curling up. She figured she'd sleep for an hour, and they run home.
Thread: You're All Toys In My Wicked Little Game [[Aember and I]]

Jaden could feel that he was close. But of course, unlike less experienced, he could control his orgasms somewhat. A virgin was bound to get uncontrollable after only a few minutes of somebody pounding at their ass. But Jaden could keep himself going until he knew it to be just the right moment to please his partner and himself. What a complete and total slut. He moaned when he felt Justin's hand begin to pump his shaft in such strong strokes. There were not teasing, and they were very, very fulfilling. Just as Justin intended them to be. Those quick thrusts almost threw him off. He had to let himself back down very easily and steadily to keep from cumming just right then. Justin sure knew how to fuck an ass. It was obvious neither of them were virgins. Probably far from it. It was the sucking on his neck that finally pushed Jaden over the edge. He moaned bucking his hips up into the hand that was pumping his cock. Fuck that was nice... All he could think about as he came was what exactly he and Justin could do next time. And how wonderful it would be. The boy came, moaning the other's name wildly before his tensed muscles relaxed against the other's body. You. You're so damn good..