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Thread: Spirits of Darkness and the Forest (Naomi David x Viktoff Samson)

Clarisse Fairwell was merrily going along her way. She was a merry freshman at the local community college, her major was Chemical Engineering. She wanted to be a great scientist at a good laboratory, scientists made a lot of money. She wanted to be rich. She was starting her trick-or-treating, as today was Halloween. Was she too old to partake in it? Perhaps. But she always did love free candy, who didn't love free anything no matter the age? People of all ages were roaming about dressed in costume, some silly and poor as if they were bought at the local pharmacy, or some of the better built home made costumes. Beings of all sorts could travel freely on Halloween, nobody looked an ounce out of place today. Well, maybe except for those who weren't in costume, the plain looking folks. But Clarisse was one of the many non human beings roaming. She was a Faerie, a spirit of the forest, though she knew this not, she thought herself human, for she had been raised by a human family. Shortly after birth, as she had appeared weak and sickly, her biological Faerie family had switched her out with a human baby of similar appearance and age so that way the switch wouldn't be detected. She had flourished being raised as a human, having no idea of what she truly was capable of. She had a heavy pillowcase full of various candies, she was proud of her haul, and still had so much more of it to fill up. She was very beautiful, her Faerie heritage being the source of her ethereal good looks. She always had an out of this world beauty without trying. She had soft, creamy skin, dark, wide blue eyes that always had the appearance of looking surprised, and a generous bust and ass. It was so hard to find clothing that fit such a generous bust and ass, but she dealt with it, just like everything else. The moon was rising, it was getting dark out. To any other supernatural beings that might have peeped on her as she was doing her very human activity of trick or treating, they would be surprised. Most Fey, if not all of them, kept to the forests, it was incredibly rare to see one out in the open like she was.
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Only on thing remains the same as perspiration collects to the side a cold glass full of crimson and the hand of a large grandfather clock struck to declare the march of time Edquarda Vincent Primrose 's boredum continued to soak into his bones and threatened to return him to a world of thoughts pertaining to his own death once again. I don't belong here . His younger voice scratched at the back of his head as he recalled his conversation with the old man that claimed to have once been his perfect little brother. Where's father and mother? What of our home? I just want to go home. Send me back . Eddie gritted his teeth as grimaced and tried to push the haunting voices back. He slammed shut the thick textbook and threw it over his head without even glancing to make sure it didn't destroy any number of his various expensive art decorations that lined the walls. The sound of something being damaged didn't even serve to make him flinch as he sat up and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead that wasn't there just moments prior. He couldn't bring himself to pry open his eyes for even just a moment as his fingers ripped the black leather like it were cotton candy. The hasty, restless pale left hand snatched up the wet glass as he brought it to his lips and gulped hungrily. He'd raise the glass further, expertly devouring the familiar preserved blood without getting a drop anywhere outside of his mouth. It wouldn't take him to the count of three to consume the contents of the glass safe for the red glaze it left behind that threatened to stain the glass. His eyes opened to reveal a pair of purely dark red orbs in the place of eye balls, leaving no reasonable way to detect precisely what he was looking at now as there were no pupils to follow. There were no signs of breathing, and no reason to believe he were anything other than an immaculate statue in this window of time that he remained motionless. In what could have been a blink of time he was moving again, with the force of standing shoving his big black leather couch right over. He'd throw open a closet to nab a black coat that ran down over his legs. The sound of the door opening and closing was almost like lightning and the craftsmanship thankfully alleviated his potent strength and careless attitude. --- Walking toward the Fae haphazardly, a male with styled brown hair and a musky black long coat seemed to move slowly but uneasily from one foot towards the next. He'd seem to move just in her direction thanks to the two-way nature of the path she was taking, but with his head down it would seem something was wrong with the male as he drew nearer and nearer without looking up. Maybe he was hurt or drunk? It was certainly not easy to tell.
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Clarisse's pillowcase of candy was almost full now, and quite heavy, but she didn't care, she was rather proud of her haul. Once she got home, she would sort out the candies that she didn't want from the candies that she did want. The ones that she didn't like would be donated to the local children's hospital, the candy donation being a family tradition. What made her costume work so well was that she greatly resembled her character, Juvia Lockser, rather effortlessly. Nobody in the family quite knew where her blue hair came from, but nobody cared, and everyone rolled with it. Everyone expected her to join a modeling agency when she graduated high school because of her good looks, but everyone was so surprised when she chose one of the most difficult majors available. While looks were nice, they would eventually fade. She didn't know that hers wouldn't. She was glad she managed to get such a full haul after going on trick or treating for a while. by the time she finished, night had properly fallen, and people were beginning to return home. She was doing the same. As she walked the path home, she saw a man walking in her direction. His walk was unsteady, uneven, and all manners of wrong. Her mind was at war with itself. Did she walk right past him, and ignore him, mind her own business? Or would she do the right thing and stop and try to help him? She groaned as she drew closer to him, not realizing her next course of action would have great consequences on her future. She stopped as he got close, and she spoke, her voice soft and melodic, but full of concern,Hey man, you all right?
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As she drew closer, he'd continue in the general direction that'd make them cross paths. Slowly. Despite having no sign of even remotely looking up, he proceeded and so would she. Though, when she stopped, so would he. Her voice, so beautiful, had summoned no response from the figure before her. Even with his head downward and his upper body slouched, he was taller than the model-esq woman before him. Perhaps with humans her voice would never fail to invoke some sort of reaction, humans usually did fall prey to the traits of non-humans that made them closer to gods of lore. Yet, this figure didn't even flinch to her voice. He wouldn't even grunt. After his pause for a response, the man would bring his right hand to slap against the left breast of his coat haphazardly before slipping it under the coat to fish around within it. His motions weren't smooth or slow or thought out. Despite his general shape being on par with someone who didn't overeat, his height being a good sign of strong genes and a healthy array of food being available since a young age, this man wasn't displaying any amount of general human behaviors. It was possible that he was taking his costume way too seriously, but in the dead of night this sort of show should certainly be chilling to the bone even on halloween. The fishing around in his coat pocket stopped suddenly, which wouldn't be surprising when compared to the rest of his behavior. In the midst of taking just one more step directly toward her the man would begin to fall right into her the moment his foot settled upon the ground. His falling was slow at first as though it weren't deliberate. It remained plausible that he were simply inebriated. But in the very same moment he looked up to reveal red eyes his cold right hand shot forward from his coat to push a fluffy cuff right onto the left wrist of the girl before him and sealing it shut with his own raw strength. The fluffy cuff wasn't even remotely uncomfortable on the inside with skin soothing fur, but the outside was reinforced by a thick iron band that was attached to a beefy iron chain that fell to the ground, it's other end had been within his left hand. All within this time he fell into her and wrapped his left arm around her, sinking his fangs into her neck nice and deep. Within the wound was a numbing agent, working almost instantly to reverse and negate the pain of the bite while spreading faster than any blood-based drug. While it wouldn't be impossible to struggle, this sensation would lead to the freezing of her nervous system rather quickly. Actions such as striking and even standing would require much more focus which rendered a series of strikes or running nearly impossible. The systems in place that allowed the body to just simply make actions would be overwritten once the bite took it's fullest effects at least until she'd have time to sweat this effect off.
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Clarisse was showing great concern. If only she had brought her first-aid kit with her, she might have been able to understand what ailed him so. She almost always left home with it, she was the sort of person that was prepared for anything. Or at the very least, given that she was brought up by humans, prepared for an emergency that would potentially befall any given human being. He didn't seem to have heard her. Or maybe he did hear her, he did pause after all. Then he looked like he was fishing for something in his coat. Was he drunk? He did seem to have the air of a drunk person, but she didn't smell alcohol. Now she was regretting not bringing her switch blade. Her 'Father' had given it to her, but she had left it at home today because weapons weren't allowed on school campus, and they did search bags at school. It wasn't always like that, she had been told, the bag searching only happening after a few unfortunate incidents. Her right foot stepped back, she was about to turn tail and run, and take a longer alternative route home. Then he began to fall. She had her arms out so she could stop his fall. She stifled a scream when she saw those red eyes of his. She was sure as shit they weren't contacts, not with the way they seemed to glow like little lights. She backed up a bit more, getting ready to run, but then he had a ridiculously strong grip on her wrist. Then something warm and fluffy slapped onto her left wrist. Her right hand instinctively tried to yank it off, but her right hand touched the iron, and she yelped. It stung and burned when she touched it, so she withdrew her hand. She whimpered and cried a bit when she felt something bite her neck, but the pain went away as fast as she had felt it. She struggled fast and hard at first, but after a moment, her actions started to slow down. What was happening to her? She was scared, she didn't like this, and her terror was plain on her face. Her grip on her heavy bag loosened, she had been slowly gearing up to swing it at him to make him go away.
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Revealing his picture-perfect face with her blood over his bottom lip beneath the moon's light, her attacker was clearly in some sort of trance as he didn't take this time to pin her down further, cause her harm or run. He was conflicted. Happy, satisfied, but a little confused. Though his lips were clearly displaying an upwards smile at the corners of his lips, they were parted slightly to reveal his fangs tinged by the color of her blood. His eyes were partly open and coal black except for the burning fiery red iris at their center now peering up into the sky. It was as though her were a sculpture of the devil looking for an old friend now lost among a familiar cosmos. Something that men aren't usually attributed would be a term that suits this bizarre creature He was beautiful, dark, with a tone of masculine that was both underplayed but unmistakable. As he returned to her realm once more, his eyes returning to her, he pushed the bag right from her hand and let it fall right to the ground. You're... not a human woman. His voice finally graced the air as his eyes narrowed and his smile faded. What he looked at now was seemingly almost as rare as he was. Maybe a little less so. This was fated, he could feel it in his bones. He knew what he had to do now, looking right into her eyes he'd take both sides of her head and neared his face to her own. His piercing monstrous gaze unlike that of any demonic creature that was so clearly lesser than him by the very nature of his place in the monster world. There were worlds of lust and power and intrigue behind the windows that should have lead to his equivalent of a soul. There's no words nor sounds that can save you now. Obey me, Fey. One of his hands moved to her throat, prepared to squeeze hard enough to close her wind pipe should she summon the immense will power needed to overcome his presence and the effects of his bite.
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Clarisse's heart was beating rapidly, despite the numbing agent fiercely going through her veins. It spread as quickly as it did due to her rapid heart beat, beating so quickly through sheer terror. She felt literally nothing as his fangs left her neck, her eyes transfixed upon his. So inhuman, no human eyes were red and black. If she had to picture a monster, it would be him. Not all monsters were ugly, some were physically beautiful creatures like the man before her. It was hard to keep coherent thoughts, but her mind stuck on what he said. That she wasn't human. A few minutes ago she would have called bullshit, but the fact that he had just had fangs in her neck made her a sudden believer in the supernatural. As he forced the candy bag out of her hand, it fell to the ground, its contents partially spilling out. His voice was as beautiful as his face, and that was terrifying. As he held her head on both sides, she remained limp as a rag doll. She wanted to look away from his face, but just couldn't muster the strength to properly do it. She made an almost imperceptible nod when he commanded her obedience. She didn't want to obey him, he was a monster, but he had his strong hand on her throat. He could easily snap her neck or crush her windpipe. She had no intention of dying tonight, or any other night for that matter.
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Was tonight the night that her life was going to end? Clarisse could clearly see the desire to murder in his eyes, and she was afraid to be the one he would murder. It would be a hell of a clich to die on Halloween, when all bad things just seemed to happen. Her body was slowly shutting down more and more. A normal human's body might have shut down entirely by now, but she was no human. Her Faerie blood was fighting off the venom, even though shut down was an inevitability given how young she was. Perhaps if she was a few centuries older, she wouldn't have been so weak, but she was quite young, so she really had no chance. She became more and more limp, more and more rag-doll like as he had to hold her up and pull her against his chest. God, the helpless feeling was maddening, the inability to help herself was driving her insane. Blackness was threatening to steal over her eyes, and what little she could see now was getting blurry. In fact, the only real reason why she was still having any semblance of standing was him holding her upper body up, much like a lover would. Perhaps it was him telling her to do it, or her own body finally succumbing to unconsciousness, but her eyes finally closed, all struggle gone from her now. When she finally came to, she felt an odd sense of complete comfort. Had the past time been just some sort of bad dream, that she had just fallen asleep in class again? But as she finally came to her senses, she realized she was trapped in a living nightmare. Her left wrist was cuffed to a bed. Where the hell were her clothes? Then she realized why she felt so comfortable, below her breasts was a ridiculously warm and comfortable blanket. She felt oddly clean, like she had taken a ridiculously long shower. Instinctually, her right hand went to her neck, and she felt a band-aid pad. So this really was a nightmare come true. Then her eyes wandered around, and then she saw the one who had done this to her in the room with her. She almost instantly averted her eyes, he was as naked as her. The only saving grace was that she couldn't see his genitals, her massive candy bag was covering them. She tried to speak, to ask what the flying fuck was going on, but she couldn't really talk, her voice hadn't come back quite yet. But still, he would be able to tell her great distress if he decided to throw a glance her way.
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Despite having the power and strength to rip these little hard candies apart, let alone their wrappers, Eddie was losing his patience with their wrappers as he tried to deal with their tediousness without using brute force. It was simply just a lack of familiarity. All he could remember about these infernal masses of sugar was the children he saw earlier yesterday unwrapping these so quickly, expertly to greedily shovel them into their sloppy sticky round mouths. He envied that sort of joy, that sort of childhood. A life he was robbed of. Two worlds that he was torn between, one long lost to time and another he was bound to that he did not belong within. He glanced up to find his pet had found herself awake in his disgustingly expensive and wholesome room. Hand designed for pleasure by humans who were paid ridiculously well for the expertise. Every detail from the colors to the temperature that was machine and computer manufactured to invoke the most welcoming and sexually enabling potential a room could have. This was the dwelling that could bring an ancient and confused, frustrated and impossibly powerful being like Eddie to finally rest. It may have been sensory overload for his victim, but he preferred to overwhelm her like this. Denying him his biological right to her body would be the first thing a rational and defiant woman would do if he allowed her the time and space to think critically in an environment that didn't demand her attention. He smiled softly as a glitter came to his eyes as he watched in her his bed, he'd drop the candy back into the sack as he left it within his lap. Leaving the night before and his genitals to her imagination as he admired her beautiful body with his memory and his eyes tried to fight for her own to look right back. There wasn't a window for her to peer out of to distract herself from what sat so boldly, so proudly before her. Finally awake, sleeping beauty? He spoke to her with the intricacies of his voice no longer housing malice or evil. If anything, he presented himself as though there weren't underlying malicious intents or actions. As though robbing her of her precious agency was simply a cute act delivered from a boyfriend to a girlfriend. What do you normally have for breakfast? I'm in... a good mood. He continued the act flawlessly before letting a glow faintly come to his eyes, a slight taste of his evil now finding his voice. Don't do something stupid to change that.
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Clarisse's eyes watched him have trouble opening the wrapped candy. Did he have some sort of nerve or sensory issue that didn't allow for him to properly open up the wrapper? It was a curious thing to watch, something so simple to do shouldn't be so hard. But then again, what might have been simple to someone might be an incredibly difficult task for another. it was rude to judge. Everything in this room was so weird, suffocating to her senses. no, suffocating wasn't the word... Overwhelming was that word. Then he spoke. Not wanting to anger him, seeing his horrible eyes change, she spoke,Fruits and vegetables. I'm a vegan. Nutrition was a little bit different for vegans, but it was what allowed her to keep such a lovely figure. Little did she realize, her vegan diet was essentially all what Faeries ate. Faeries ate what Mother Earth grew for them, they touched nothing that an animal made. It was hard to just say those few words that she had spoken, but she had managed to say them. Hopefully he wouldn't mock her for her answer, but it was the truth that she gave him. Faeries couldn't lie. There were a few ways that the older and more cunning of her kind could get around it, such as having somebody lie to them, and then they'd repeat that lie to another person. When encountering a Faerie, one was certain to expect always indirect answers to questions asked. They were an old and cunning kind, living as long as they had for a reason.
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The way she responded softened his gaze and his voice completely dropped the guise that he'd harm her. It seemed the kinder, pretend-boyfriend side of the man before her was here to stay if she behaved. Of course you have to be vegan. He grumbled just playfully before stretching his arms, showing his great body that had nothing to do with any sort of human diet. He was sculpted by the most evil forces possible. The product was debate-able in it's influence on the world. Vampires weren't kind. They weren't gentle, but they interact with their prey in different ways, and they're driven by some sort of heart. In this regard, Eddie wasn't unique. I never partake in those watery foods, they're no good for me. I'll have to go out of my way to keep you alive, then. Thankfully, you don't have expensive tastes... You don't hunger to satisfy yourself with the rarest, most valuable things like I do. He picked up the bag and let it fall to the floor lazily off the arm of the chair. He stood now with his impeccable male body on display, his cock not standing at attention yet still being so mouth-fillingly large. He had to have been in the neighborhood of north or south of eight inches flaccid and almost as round as her wrists. Sadly, we're adding a... specialty meat to that diet of yours. One that I'm sure your vegan diet doesn't have anything to do with. He hinted not so subtly to his cock that was so clearly on display and his body langue wouldn't move to hide it. He approached her slowly, comfortably. With his eyes, his expression, body language and approach, it was like he wouldn't expect her to be afraid of him. Even as that was most likely an inevitable feeling for a normal woman. He sat on the bed to her left side with his back in the direction of her legs as his upper body was a little more in her upper body's direction. His left hand took to her belly from over the blanket, stroking her slowly as though he thought this would be comforting in some fashion.