Blood Ties: A vampire rp (Open/Full-- will accept more)

[Hope_Mercy_Rose]

"You better choose carefully

Cause I, I’m capable of anything

Of anything and everything."

XXXXXXXXIsαЬєℓα "βєℓℓα" Pαoℓα
Warrior from the South American Coven

It may have seemed to him, like they were speaking a lot, but that does tend to happen when one must translate for another. But neither women could help it. Soledad's position as her handmaiden required her to do certain things, translating being one of those things. And poor Isabella didn't want to be left in the dark around so many other powerful vampires. After all, from what her coven leader had told her, they all had some sort of power. Isabella knew her own power, and was curious as to the powers of the others. When the french woman had asked to acmpany them, she had left it to Soledad to respond, but Isabella did say "No english. Sorry." Another one of the small phrases she did know. She listened to Soledad explain what was going on, and translate for her. But in her mind, the french woman had already won points by speaking the little bit of Spanish. She just felt bad that she could say no french to her in response.

She took a step forward when she heard the Romanian man say 'Bella'. "Si Señor, Bella." It was a common nickname that she was far used it and it did not offend her in the least for him to use it. She just wanted to make it clear that she was listening carefully. She then moved away once more, not wishing to offend anyone. Things were different, but not just because they were all from different covens. They were from all over the globe, meaning they all had different cultural customs. That was going to be one of their biggest challenges, and she hoped they were all ready for it. If they failed to unite the vampire race, she knew her coven would be one of the first to fall. The humans were learning much, inventing new things, and her coven was too in the dark to survive the future. She listened for names and when Darius introduced himself, she memorized his name, but also the name he called the french woman. Josie? It was hard to distinguish the names from the sentences and mere conversation, but she recognized them as names, thankfully.

Isabella was silent mostly, she had to be careful to listen for things. She was trying to learn English, and them speaking it was helpful. Plus, she needed Soledad aware, and listening, to help her. She trusted the handmaiden to know when it was important to translate things, and of course she would ask Soledad questions if she felt it necessary. But honestly, the woman was most curious as to the powers of the others. She was sure they had noticed her eyes, she had seen Darius glance at them for a mere moment. She was used to people staring, because the silver eyes were actually not a trait of vampires usually, especially not those from her coven. They were actually connected to her power, her ability to change form. Red eyes were more so common for vampires, as well as shades of orange or brown. Although it is rumored that silver does exist among some of the purer bloodlines, with those who do have variance in power, making them a bit of....a special case. It was difficult to discern rumors from truth, so she was unsure honestly, of what the eye colors all meant but she knew in her coven she was the only one with the silver. But it did not bother her in the least. They all had their physical traits, si? There was and is no shame in being different.

((Translation: ))

(O.O.C: Sorry the post sucks, I'm not really mentally here all the way. )

Where: Romanian Stronghold
Wearing: 2
Company: Soldedad , Darius , Josette

DarkShadowEnchantress

WilfullAbyss

Mermaid Syreni

[Mermaid Syreni]

Josette's Theme: La Petite Mort

xxxxThe handsome young Romanian showed the girls down a long dark hallway. It was hard to see the interior, even for a vampire.I wonder if it's going to be this dark all the time. Really, some vampires are just dramtic. Josette thought. Even she had gotten over being confined to the dark by having a few cheery rooms in her Parisian flat full of color and light. It made things more bearable when her situation seemed depressing. Yes having eternal life and beauty was nice, but sometimes, the thought of living in the moment knowing it won't last forever was a better idea then making so many memories you simple forget them.

She watched the young man shake his head and mutter something in what she assumed was Romanian. The girl eyes girl felt stupid for not trying to learn the language before she came. She knew 12 other languages besides her own, but not that one. It seemed foolish that she hadn't tried before. It was the language of the mother land of vampires. But it was too late. Hopefully English would make amends. Seemed most everyone understood it. Then the man said women ask too many questions. Josette giggled and shook her head. The statement was true, but it was true for several different reasons. If you don't ask you'll never know. The gorgeous human walking beside the born of South America asked a few questions which were given stern replies by their host. He explained he was about to leave because everyone seemed to be running late. The man turned from her to Isabella and called her by a nickname in a questioning tone. At least Isabella understood her name and tried to reply. It was cute she didn't know English. That was very uncommon for most anyone especially as old as they all were, to not know it. But to each their own. Everyone kept walking down the hall till the man stopped and turned towards her. He introduced himself as Darius Lynk, their host for the remaining of their stay. She couldn't help but notice the nickname he had given her. Josie, it was cute. Reminder of of that old cartoon she use to watch were three girls wore cat costumes and played in a band. Darius said something after his introduction that she didn't understand. By his tone it sounded sweet, not strict like before. Josette smiled and took his hand in hers. "Je enchanté, monsieur Darius. Joise you say? It's cute and perhaps better than the nickname I was given as a child." Josette had gotten the name Bébé because she would always be her mother's baby in her eyes. Josette never liked it until her favorite movie Dirty Dancing came out. The heroine's name was Baby. She would never forget Johnny Castle say "No one puts baby in a corner." He was handsome the same as this young man before her. She looked into his deep brown eyes. They looked old and experienced, like the had seen many things come and go. She suddenly wondered what it would be like to wake up and have those eyes looking at you. Blushing at the thought she looked down at her feet. It was such a bad time to be thinking such things, considering how important this meeting was and how the outcome could change the face of vampire history forever. Now was not the time to think about silly crushes, but still. . .it was a nice distraction.

"I don't mean to be rude, but are we near our rooms? We have traveled a great distance and I'm sure us girls would like to catch up with our beauty sleep." She said to Darius as she winked. It was true, she was exhausted and it was way past time time to sleep. Josette had a thought of them sleeping in coffins and giggled a little. Were these Romanian vampires that cliche? At home she had a comfortable four poster bed with the most enchanting violet Egyptian cotton sheets and comforter. She couldn't even think about sleeping in a small confined space. Again the thought of waking up next to Darius popped into her mind but this time in a small coffin with very little room between them. Again with the thoughts! She must put a stop to this before she made a fool of herself. Josette turned to Isabella and smiled. "¿Cómo fue el vuelo en el avión? Espero que haya sido de su agrado." she said. It would have been a shame if the South American coven couldn't be represented just because the didn't have the means to get there. So the French coven loaned out one of the private jets so they could be here today. So much work was to be done, and hopefully soon for the sake of all vampires.

Translation:

"I'm enchanted Mr. Darius" "How was our flight in the jet? I hope it was to your liking."

Where: Romanian Stronghold
Wearing:This
Company: Isabella, Soldedad ,and Darius

Out Of Character. . .

DarkShadowEnchantress

WilfullAbyss

Hope_Mercy_Rose

[DarkShadowEnchantress]

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Out of the corner of her vision she felt the sensation of another strange person. Turning to see who it was, she was almost stunned at the elegence. The girl was like something from the books she was given to read from. With hair of golden wheat and smooth angelic skin, she came dancing over to them with her perfection. Her attire was strange to Soledad and her hair kept in an odd way, but she wore it with such confidence that it must mean it was popular back where she lived. And when she spoke, her the language flowed smoothly from her lips. She could not understand what she said, but knew it was most likely french, having been commanded to at least recognize most other languages. Glancing up and down her, she had very beautiful accessories and high quality clothes. And her shoes were extremely high, something her village never did. She herself was wearing small kitten heel pumps but only because the South Coven gave them to her as she was required to look 'presentable' as they said. She had so much trouble walking in them at first but got used to them rather quickly. Although with her lacking spacial awareness, it caused her to be quite clumbsy, but usually no one was around to see, so it was okay. She was confused as to the meaning of the showing of the stomach, as such things in her village were only done by men as a show of stength, but in the South Coven, most people she saw did not do this. All she could think of how cold she must be exposing one of the warmer parts of one's body.

Being spoken to in english snapped Soledad out of her trance bringing her focus to the new girl. She knew she was not to speak unless asked by her master, so instead she waited for any information so that she could pass it on in her native tongue to Isabela. While waiting, one of the phrases caught her attention. It was the one in spanish. Abruptly she turned to her master to see her reaction, assuming it would be pleasantly surprised. Overhearing the new girl speak to Darius, it was only then that she learned of her name; Josette Bijoux, and she was from the French Coven, as expected.

Following the conversation around from the side, her attention turned to Darius who spoke in response to Josette, so she guessed. At least she hoped it was Josettte, for if it was her master, she would not dare translate the snide remark in fear of her master's willingness to show her strength to such comments. She turned to her master and gave her a small awkward nervous smile in hopes she wouldn't ask for what the man had said and quickly averted her gaze to the ground, slightly flustered and annoyed at his comment. She knew she couldn't say much as it wasn't her place, but she wasn't sure if she should mention it to her master.

While walking, staring at the floor submissively Soledad came to another abrupt stop as the man did an about face. Startled, she looked up at him and gave a small flinch at his direct gaze at her and the others. Obviously, his words were directed at her previous question. She said nothing at that moment and accepted his words unwillingly. She felt almost as if he was specifically targeting her in his demeaning comments, but it seemed unlikely without any real evidence, only her gut feeling. Sighing to herself, she nodded obediently to him and continued to watch him speak. Her slightly bored expression changed upon his long pause, realizing he was trying to come up with her master's name only after speaking it. 'Bella' so he said. Turning to her Master quickly, she checked for signs to see if she was accepting of him speaking her name without honorifics while cutting it down to a nickname. She listened to the words after he spoke, turning her head to give him her full attention as she was taught this was the polite and 'thing' to do when spoken to by a higher up. "I see..." she spoke quietly almost to herself only saying it aloud to alert the man that she was paying him her full attention still.

While they began their walk again, Soledad fell back towards her master's side in order to relay all the information that was just given to her. "Señora, Señor Lynk ha respondido a sus preguntas. Dijo que la Fortaleza Rumana no es un fan de las reglas, por lo que no tienen ninguno. Y lo único que pide es que nos muestran modales y el respeto." She paused to think for a moment as to what else he had answered, her face revealing her focus in that. "A partir de ahora, la única persona en este espacio es Josette, la chica con nosotros. Parece que estaba a punto de dirigirse en de todos modos, así que llegamos en el momento perfecto. Y..." At this time, Soledad became distracted in her conversation with Isabela when they came again to a stop, this time for Darius to present himself to the French girl, and he did it much more charmingly than he had spoken to her or her Mistress.

Leaning over to her mistress, she spoke quietly as to what was going on as to not interupt. "Ahora se está presentando con Josette del Aquelarre Francés. No sé por qué lo está haciendo de una manera... como eso." Soledad quickly shut her mouth as opinions of hers were never to be spoken. Slightly fearful of repercussions, she coward down to herself and looked away. She questioned her previous thoughts, if it was because of the girls natural beauty that he seemed to turn so kind, or if it was just Soledad herself that seemed to make him act so indifferent. Although she had not seen how he would act towards her master alone, she left the thought alone and continued to try not to stand out.

Listening further to their banter, she waited until Josette and completely finished speaking in order to translate for her Mistress, if anything was important. Luckily, Josette was quite fluent in Spanish and spoke directly to her Mistress. This made Soledad smile inside knowing that her Mistress would have someone she could speak with, hold conversations with, and share thoughts to without feeling the nagging anxiety of dependency for a translator. Soledad truly had come to care for her Isabella and her well being. She would do almost anything for her, without being forced.

Soledad was going to translate Josette's questioning of the rooms, but decided not to after she spoke directly to her master. Soledad wanted not to interrupt, so instead so phased back a bit and submissively waited for further action from the others. For the others, it was perfect timing. They would sleep when the sun rised and it would be to their correct bed time, but for Soledad, she had been traveling all night, her sleep time, making her very tired. She was slowly running out of steam, and the less stimuli she had to visibly watch, the more sleepy she became. It didn't help that she was so cold from before either, and it seemed as if she was getting more cold, even though they were now inside. Looking around she spotted a pillar extremely close by since it was right behind her, and backed up towards it until her back pressed gently against it. Using it to relax, she leaned lightly on it and rubbed her eyes. Traveling all night was going to ruin her sleep schedule horribly, not to mention ruin her chores list she needed to do for Isabela. Soledad usually did most of the menial tasks during the daylight and at night, she would attend to Isabela's direct needs. Strangely, she never came out in the day, nor did anyone. Soledad wondered if this place would be the same, leaving her to roam the morning light alone. It was alright though. She liked the peace and quiet. It allowed her to listen to nature when she tended the gardens and fed the livestock. It was more creepy when she had to go down to the cellar, which she thought was for wine, since all the bottles were filled with red, but the smell in there seemed far from it. It smelled more like blood. She disliked being down there as blood creeped her out a bit in that form, but the worst was when it is extracted from the human body, and even more frightening when it would be from hers. Cuts and bruises were no problem, but shots, and gushing were terrifying.

Shaking these thoughts from her head, she tried her best to refocus on her surroundings. After rubbing both her eyes she let her hands down and leaned in a way against the pillar that made her look the least conspicuous and the most as if she were standing. She didn't want to bother anyone with her tiredness and so she refrained from asking for her room. She had no idea where she was going to stay. Since the others were guests at this place, they would be provided personal bedrooms along with other amenities, but being a handmaiden, she had no idea where she would go. If worst came to worst, she would be okay sleeping outside under the trees. She would do that at times back in the village and had no problems with being outside. Although it was extremely cold that night, and that did bother her. Either way, she kept her worries to herself as she watched them converse before her, trying her best to look alert and awake.

She let her thoughts wander into the people she had just met. She knew Isabela for a long time, and had gotten to know her quite well. The french girl seemed very kind and friendly, something that came from having normal life fulfillments such as a good family, wealth, and some luxuries. Soledad wondered if the girl was rich. Blinking slowly in her weariness, she continued on, finally reaching the guy. She wasn't sure why, but it seemed he only spoke to her in such an aggressive tone. But why treat her as such yet carry her bags? Thinking this over, she brought up the notion that perhaps he was trying to impress Isabela, which would explain things somewhat, but not enough to be a solid answer. Sighing to herself, she could not figure out why it was he acted so hard towards her yet treated the other girl so kindly, even charming. And she wanted even more to know why he kept calling her a human. Was he not too a human like the rest of them Or was it perhaps a form of insult in their culture. She rubbed her eyes and frowned a bit, trying to figure out these unsolved riddles, using them to stay awake. Unfortunately for Soledad, she was never brought aware of the truth of who she worked for. She had no idea she worked for vampires, and that they drank blood, something that would prey into her phobia. Being from the small village she was, she was too simple a person to bother asking such things after being taught what her job was. As long as no one tells her about it, she should be fine, or even worse, show her.


Wearing: Slip/Top /// Skirt /// Bangles /// shoeStyle shoeColor

Translation:
/// Madam, Sir Lynk has answered your questions. He said the Romanian Stronghold is not a fan of rules, so they have none. And all he requests is that we show manners and respect. /// As of right now, the only other person here is Josette, the girl with us. It seems he was about to head in anyways so we arrived at the perfect time. And... /// Now he is introducing himself to Josette of the French Coven. I do not know why he is doing so in such a... manner as that.

((I'm sorry it's so long ._.))

Hope_Mercy_Rose

WilfullAbyss

Mermaid Syreni

[WilfullAbyss]

"In the end, we all discover

Who's fake, who's true, and

Who would risk it all for you."

∂αʀιυƨ ℓʏиk

The small group continues a fair ways down the long corridor before Darius finally slows to a stop and turns back to face the trio of females following close behind him. He sets the luggage he has been carrying gently down onto the ground before opening his mouth to speak.

"Această primă cameră este pentru..."

In mid sentence he catches himself and ceases, taking a brief moment to collect his thoughts before starting over.

"Excuse me, I still have not quite gotten used to speaking another language other than my native tongue. It will take some time and getting used to but I'm sure I will become accustomed to it eventually. As I was previously saying, this first room is for miss Bella and her hand maiden. There is a room conveniently across the hall that is ready as well for mademoiselle Josie."

Darius smiles at Josette as he addresses her and points just across the hall to the other room that he speaks of. He then returns his attention back to the whole of the group continuing on with what he is saying.

"Each room has been designed to cater to each of your needs to make your stay here much more comfortable. If there is anything that we may have missed that you need you can simply call upon me and I will make sure that you get it right away. Though I must be returning to my post here shortly in case more visitors arrive. You are all welcome to explore the grounds if you would like, as long as you do not go into the basement. The basement is strictly forbidden for anyone and everyone. I hope I am making that very clear. Do, not, go, down there."

The expression on Darius' face is dead serious as he says this but it quickly disperses as a smile appears in its place.

"If you do not have any further questions than I shall be on my way. I'm sure, as you have previously stated miss Josie, you ladies would like to get some much needed rest after your long journeys here."

(O.O.C: )

Where: Hallway
Company: Soledad + Isabella + Josette
Mood: Calm

[DarkShadowEnchantress]

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Not bothering to follow close by anymore, Soledad rubbed her eyes and trudged along from pillar to pillar, using them as support for her weary self. She followed along, listening to Isabela and Josette converse with one another while Darius lead the way. She paid little attention when he spoke in his normal tongue, too tired to bother trying to solve its translation through context and environment, but she came to a stop when their leader paused yet again. Looking around, she noticed they had arrived at their rooms. Rubbing her eyes again, she held back a yawn as she focused at Darius now that he was speaking English. While listening, her eyes widened. How absurd it would be that she should stay in the same room as her Mistress. It was unheard of having the maid in the champers of her master. This would not do. More alert now thanks to this odd wake up call, she leaned over to Isabela in order to translate what he was saying. "Darius ha designado a esta sala a ser tuyo, y el otro para ser Josette." She bothered not to tell her that he had designated she stay in the room with her mistress. It was too uncivil. Her loyalty to her role and Isabela would rather her sleep outside than in the same room. Back in the South Coven, she slept in a small servant quarters and only visited Isabela's chambers upon summoning or to complete chores.

Listening to the rest of his speech, Soledad sneaks by and picks up the luggage for her mistress. Opening the door to her master's new room, she was taken a back by its magnificence. It was large and extravagant, the molding and trim were lined in gold and the carpet and walls were a dark wood and red coloring. Even the bed was beautiful. It was no place for her. What did he think, that they slept together? Never. She placed the luggage down on the foot of the bed for her Mistress and organized the room to her Mistress's more fine tuned need before returning to her side. Locking her eyes with Isabela, she spoke to finish the translation. "Darius ha mencionado que la habitación ha sido diseñada específicamente para usted Señora Isabela, para sus comodidades. Si necesitas algo más, le pide que se ponga en contacto con él por eso y él estaría feliz de hacerlo. Se tiene que ir ahora de nuevo a su puesto y dice que podemos explorar los terrenos que nos plazca, pero gravemente insiste en que no exploramos el sótano bajo ninguna circunstancia. Su cara era bastante grave cuando mencionó esta Señora..." She paused for a moment remembering back to his face but continued on. "Él ahora está dejando si tenemos más preguntas."

Releasing a deep sigh, she realized only now how much thought power it took in translating. It truly was a struggle to learn and speak another language. Because she just read book after book about it, she never experienced it verbally, but now that she had, she found it quite exhausting. Looking up at her Mistress, she gave her a small bow before taking her leave. "He puesto el equipaje a su señora de noche y de haber puesto por la habitación como que tiene en casa, cortinas cerradas apretado y la bebida de color rojo junto a su cama. Si no hay nada más que necesita de mí, voy a tomar mi licencia." Lifting her head, she excused herself from her Mistress's side, but not too far. She had a few questions for Darius before she decided to sleep out in the open morning sun. Walking towards him she gave him a formal bow before lifting up herself up to stand properly. "...Lord Darius, I do not want to seem needy, but I need ask if there are separate servant quarters for me..." Her words were slightly breathy from exhaustion but she did her best to keep it in. Hopefully her eyes didn't give it away. "And if you'll excuse my assertiveness..." Pausing in her sentence, she refrained from continuing. Soledad wanted so much so to ask why he referred to her as a human as if he was not. Quickly she passed it on and expressed her last necessary thought to him. "...I wanted to say thank you for your hospitality with my Mistress and South American Coven. Isabela and the Coven greatly appreciate it." Soledad bowed again before mumbling lowly. "And thank you for carrying the luggage. I know there was no reason for you to ever do such a thing for me, but I assume it was for Mistress Isabela. She expresses great appreciation for your kindness." Soledad was used to giving apologies, thanks, and requests in place of Isabela so this was no different. She wondered however if what he did was in order to impress Isabela with his charm, but she thought no further, as it was no matter to her what these people did with one another. She was only there to protect and server Isabela. With that, she slowly lifted up her body out of her bowing position but kept her head down a bit. Somehow she felt embarrassed as if she had told someone a secret. It confused her since she never got this way. She was always too busy working. She concluded it was most likely the lack of sleep, as she was severely tired.

Stepping slightly away from Darius to give him space, her eyes wandered around the hallway. She presumed that he had did not have any spare rooms for her and that she would be asked again to stay with her mistress via a smaller room inside her chambers or a double bed, but these arrangements were ill-mannered and disrespectful to Isabela, so she would not stay there, even if asked. Instead, she tried her best to find another exit to the outside. She wanted not to be seen when she slept outside as to not alert anyone or cause trouble so another way out besides the front doors would be great. And she would need to find where the kitchen was. As per her usual chores, she would get up at sunrise and begin preparing things for Isabela. She also needed to find food, as she didn't bring much with her. Just some dried pieces of bread. Isabela had assured her that there would probably be food in their kitchen, so that was what she had mainly relied on. Looking down tiredly, she waited for everyone else to leave the area so she could sneak off to get a few hours of sleep before beginning her day.


►COMPANY:Isabela • Darius • Josette ✖✖✖►LOCATION:Hallway ✖✖✖►MOOD:Tired • Confused • Curious
Wearing: Slip/Top /// Skirt /// Bangles /// shoeStyle shoeColor

Translation:
○○○ Darius has designated this room to be yours, and the other to be Josette's. ○○○ Darius has mentioned that the room has been designed specifically for you Mistress Isabela, for your comforts. If you need anything else, he asks that you call upon him for it and he would be happy to oblige. He has to leave now back to his post and says we may explore the grounds as we please but gravely insists that we do not explore the basement under any circumstances. His face was quite serious when he mentioned this Mistress... ○○○ He is leaving now if we have no further questions. ○○○ I have placed the luggage at your bedside Mistress and have set up the room like you have at home, curtains closed tight and the red drink by your bedside. If there is nothing more you need of me, I will take my leave.

((Trying to make them shorter...))

Hope_Mercy_Rose

WilfullAbyss

Mermaid Syreni

[WilfullAbyss]

ʀαʏcɛ ғɛʀđιиαиđ

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WERE•WOLF /'ωє:ωυℓғ/
1 a shape shifting race of Downworlders who are cursed with Lycanthropy.
2 are diseased humans who turn into werewolves.
3 they are also referred to as "Lycanthropes", "Moon Children", or "Children of the Moon".

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Drip. Drip. Drip. A musty, cold, and drab room deep underground the cement fortress that houses the Romanian coven lies a torture chamber of sorts. A silver barred cell that confines what most would assume is only but a mere youthful human male. A seemingly human male that is chained by wrists, ankles, and even his neck in the center of this desolate cage. He has been here for days, weeks, maybe even months. He does not know any more because he has lost track of time. There are no windows for him to even glimpse the light of day or the faint glow from the moon present outside these walls. As each day passes he can feel his once excessive strength slowly waning. These damn leeches torturing him, using him for their own enjoyment, and now... Now they have even gone as far as to begin testing on him.

One thing he was certain of when he had first been caught was that it was highly unlikely they could kill him and they certainly would not dare bite him. The blood of a werewolf is like bile to a vampire but these vampires must think they can play God. They think by taking his blood and adding to or taking from it that they can somehow make themselves immune.

The smallest bit of enjoyment that he has gotten is watching as various vampires, undoubtedly vampires that hold no value to the coven, enter his enclosure. Having been previously injected they have a false sense of security as they strut over to him hunched over on the ground. The insignificant vampire proceeds to feed upon the weakened lycan assuming they are resistant to the affects of his blood. Only to very soon there after realize they are wrong, oh so very wrong.

Countless times they have gone through with this only to turn out with the same results. One less vampire means the world is a better place. If he has to be tortured and suffer in the process, so be it.

Rayce half sits, half lays in the middle of his cage with both arms strung up by silver chains, his head hung as he attempts to get rest while he can. Hearing the door from upstairs slowly begin to creak his eyes flutter open and he lets out a moan before gradually forcing himself to hold his head up and see who has now come to seek enjoyment from his pain and affliction.

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[WilfullAbyss]

"In the end, we all discover

Who's fake, who's true, and

Who would risk it all for you."

∂αʀιυƨ ℓʏиk

Darius waits for a brief amount of time as Soledad translates to the South American female what he has previously stated. Neither of them appear to have any further questions therefore he goes to leave but is once again stopped by questions from Soledad. Inquiring about if she is to sleep elsewhere. He gives her a forced and somewhat crooked smile before taking a step or two back from her. If his hunger was not already in full force before the visitors decided to show up it certainly is now with the smell of human blood wafting all around. He closes his eyes but for a moment attempting to calm his urges before once again opening them and addressing the woman.

"There are servants quarters downstairs, I am sure there is a bunk for you if you would rather sleep down there but... As I already have said, do not venture into the basement. The servants quarters are quite close to the entrance, this is why I feel the need to re-establish my point."

He glances away from her to Josette and Isabella to see if they may have something they would like to say or ask. Getting no response to redirects his attention to Soledad as she shows her appreciation for his help carrying the luggage. He waves a hand in the air as if to stop her from saying anything further.

"Please, there is no need. It is my duty to make sure that our visitors, including yourself, are as comfortable as you would be as if you were in your own home. Like I already declared, if there is anything needed or even wanted I am the one to call upon. Now I really must be going, others could have arrived by now and may be wandering aimlessly among the grounds. Good evening."

Darius looks away from Soledad toward the other two female tipping his head to them before heading on his way.

"Și noapte bună pentru voi două doamne frumoase." (translation:And good night to you two lovely ladies.)

(O.O.C: )

Where: Hallway
Company: Soledad + Isabella + Josette
Mood: Hungry

[DarkShadowEnchantress]

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Her head lifted just enough so her eyes could glaze into his. She looked at him submissively for probably the first time throughout their time together due only to her weariness from sleep deprivation. In the South American Coven, while although she had curiosities and her own personality, she was obedient and submissive the whole time. This stemmed from her natural goal oriented nature, as she wanted to be the best she could be seeing as she was an offering to them in exchange for safety to her people. Before this though, Soledad was more respectful of herself. If the men in her village tried to be demeaning of her, she would not have it, and made that known. This was one of the many traits men back in her village desired of their women, a 'fighting spirit' as they called it. But this trait kept her from settling down, as she was too stubborn to be with any man just yet, especially since she didn't really connect with any of them. But at this moment, she was unable to compete with her need for sleep and showed Darius a more softer side. Listening on point to every word he spoke, Soledad collected it all mentally before being able to reply. Processing it all, her lips finally parted to speak her quiet soft words. "I see... Thank you very much for answering me."

Letting out a small sigh, she lowered her gaze while watching him walk off, almost too tired to move at this point. Yawning shyly to herself, she covered her mouth and began to walk off in the direction she assumed was the servants quarters. The place really was big, and so confusing, but that's to be expected when learning a new location. Everything seemed so vast and grand and complicated. It was too much for her to truly appreciate at this exhausted time. At a certain point in her walking, it seemed like there were doors everywhere, and hallways leading to who knows where. Confused, she picked a hallway and went through it. All she was really looking for were stairs, assuming that she would be able to see servants quarters as soon as she stepped down them, but alas, she was unable to locate any at this moment in time. She just felt lost, and at a certain point, she couldn't remember which way she had come from. Beginning to feel slightly worried, she huddled to herself with her bag and picked up her pace, winding through corridor after corridor until somehow arrive at the front gates through a side entrance. Quickly she exited the place the way she had first came and sprinted a few yards past the doors. Her bag fell to the ground as she placed her hands on her knees, panting slightly. Her head faced the ground as her hair covered the left side of her body. Even though she was a strong willed women, she had spent most of her life living in simple huts out in the open. None of these huge castles with pathways and rooms ever even existed in her mind until being traded to the South Coven. There she kept up the proper appearance with routine and scheduling so that what happened just now never would. This wasn't very normal for her, but it was mostly from the lack of sleep. When one doesn't get enough rest, they fall prey to many things, one being what happened at that moment for Soledad. Finishing her breathy escape to the dark outside, she lifted her hands off her knees and stood up, picking her bag up in the process. Silently she tiptoed around the edge of the compound until reaching a nearby tree that began an enclosed forest. Something she assumed would be far enough away for no one to notice her, but close enough that she could be safe from harm and within short sprinting distance of the main doors. Finally finding a resting spot for that night, she would have to rethink her plans for tomorrow. Perhaps Darius would show her the way to the servants quarters, or at least give more specific instructions. Her back hit hard against the tree as she dropped her weight on it, finally being calm.

Now sitting down against the tree, her fatigued body came to a crash as she almost fell asleep sitting up against the tree. Suddenly feeling a sharp pain in her stomach, Soledad flinched with her face wincing in acknowledgement. Quickly her attention focused towards her bag, her hands desperately searching for something. Soledad had forgotten to eat most of the day with all the travel and concentration she had at making a good first impression for her master. The last thing she had thought of was her own health. Reaching a semi-large paper in her bag, she promptly pulled it out and fumbled to get what was inside. The paper bag had been filled with some broken pieces of bread, both dried and soft, not knowing how long she would be traveling. Giving a faded smile towards it, she took a hasty bite out of one of the soft pieces as her body savored the nutrients she was replenishing. Finishing up, Soledad sipped a few times on a cantine she had filled with water before dabbing her mouth gently with the back of her hand. Looking up through the leaves above her, all she could see was darkness. It was still night but soon enough the sun would rise and if she wanted any sleep she needed to slumber before the light touched. Storing her food and drink items away, she rested her head on her bag, using it like a pillow.

Thinking back to the day that had nearly passed, her internal mouth smiled in happiness at her Mistress's part in this great feat. They were going to make peace with one another and bring together many groups that had been separated for ages. She could only imagine how proud her Mistress must feel to be the one chosen for all this. The people there, although not having met many, seemed to be nice so far. The young lady from the French Coven seemed quite friendly and sweet, and extremely beautiful. Her looks were something to be envied by women but for Soledad, she had never once thought that way. Her simple lifestyle prior to all this was still engraved, and while the women of her village did try to dress and appear appealing, it was nothing as magnificent as Josette. Making a small scowl while frowning her already closed eyes, her thoughts passed to Darius. Now 'he' was something else. Arrogant, rude, obnoxious... yet only to her. To the others, especially Josette, he was friendly, kind, and quite the charmer. She wondered if he was like that to all the women he met, and if so, why did he treat her so poorly? Frowning in her near sleep like state, she began to mumble her frustrations, pretty confident no one would hear a word, albeit it was in quite a low tone anyways. "Why does he treat me so? To Mistress he is fair, and to Josette, heh, we'll say far more than 'friendly' but towards me..." Her eyebrows plunged down the middle of her face making her almost look mad rather than frustrated. "That demeanor, his snide comments. He looked like he had to hold himself back from telling me something nasty. How arrogant. If he tried any harder he might have burst a blood vess-" Immediately forcing herself to a halt, she almost gagged to herself. Even though she had just mentioned blood, her brain had already begun a spiraling decent into her difficult phobia. It was blood that made her weak yes, but only in a certain way. The normal gun shot wounds or head slicing in movies would not phase her, but the way blood left the body in such delicate and abnormal ways weakened her extremely. Needles extracting blood would send her running, and the thought of some kind of blood sucking animal or creature weakened her more. Soledad shivered in place before slowly becoming limp, a side effect to this flaw of hers. With no time to spare she pushed her thoughts away to an empty void and focused on something that usually helped, work. Mistress Isabela would need her ready and able in the evening which meant she needed to catch up on sleep quickly in order to prepare for the day. Sighing to herself, she self induced slumber with her last thoughts being on her Master.


►COMPANY:No one, so she assumes ✖✖✖►LOCATION:Outside in the front ✖✖✖►MOOD:Exhausted • Weak • Determined • Curious
Wearing: Slip/Top /// Skirt /// Bangles /// shoeStyle shoeColor

Translation:
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Hope_Mercy_Rose

WilfullAbyss

Mermaid Syreni

[WilfullAbyss]

"In the end, we all discover

Who's fake, who's true, and

Who would risk it all for you."

∂αʀιυƨ ℓʏиk

Darius is once again out by the front gate, now pacing back and forth as he glances every so often toward the direction the sun is expected to rise. Since the first three guests have arrived nobody else has shown up and his impatience is growing, as well as his hunger. He lets out an aggravated growl as he snaps out loud.

"De ce nu am deranja să mănânce? Nu există nici un sens în foame mă așteaptă pe alt care , aparent, nu vin." (translation: Why did I not bother to eat? There is no sense in starving myself waiting on others that apparently are not coming.)

It is at this moment that his head jerks to the side and he sucks in a deep breath before slowly letting it back out. Almost as if he is savoring it. His eyes that had been closed slowly re-open to reveal they now have a red tint to them. Something or rather someone is out here with him. Someone unlike himself, someone... human.

Darius cannot help but venture in the direction of the alluring smell. Being as hungry as he has allowed himself to get, he simply cannot resist. Maybe the scent is from some lonely stranger that has lost their way, somebody who will not be missed. Or perhaps it is a servant, they are easily replaced. Not like it would be the first time that that has happened around here. Luckily for him the other's do not dare ask questions and merely continue on with their work even though he is certain they take notice when one of their own has disappeared forever.

Continuing on his path drawing ever closer to the captivating aroma he begins to hear the sound of a heart beating, strong and healthy. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Someone young but maybe not quite so young, and female. Yes aside from the constant whiff of blood he can now pick up on feminine smelling soap and perhaps even a slight hint of pheromones.

Hearing a voice Darius comes to a complete stop, attempting to make out what is being said. The voice sounds vaguely familiar but he cannot quite put his finger on it. Is this woman with another? He is fairly certain there is only one heart beat, is there a vampire with this human? Or perhaps they are crazy and talking to themselves? Even better. Surely nobody will miss some weak kooky human.

He creeps ever closer to the tree that he is nearly positive the human resides on the other side of. Now being able to clearly hear what is being spoken. The woman speaks of some male that is apparently rude to her and from her tone of voice she is troubled by this. Darius narrows his eyes listening intently until they quickly widen and he quietly gasps to himself.

"Soledad..."

Darius grits his teeth together as his jaw clenches knowing now that his hopes of a quick meal have been squandered. This human maid has been here but a couple hours and already is beginning to get on his last nerve. What is she doing outside in the middle of the night anyway? Wait a minute, she was talking about him! Arrogant, Darius? Never! How dare she? He huffs and marches the rest of the way over to the tree and around the side to find Soledad nestled on the ground.

"What do you think you're doing?! I thought I clearly told you that you could stay in the servant's quarters? This is no place for a woman to be in the middle of the night? Do you not know of the dangers that lurk in the woods surrounding this castle?"

Or the ones that lurk inside the castle for that matter. Of course Darius did not say this out loud but he sure did think it. It is almost as if this female has absolutely no common sense. As if she is some sort of robot programmed to serve her master and aside from that she barely knows how to function.

(O.O.C: )

Where: Outside the castle
Company: Soledad
Mood: Hungry + unhappy

[DarkShadowEnchantress]

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In the darkness of the night, Soledad's eyes lay rested and her mind asleep. With her eyes shut, it almost seemed darker than the darkness of the night. Perhaps with the stars and the moon, the night had become less scary for Soledad. After all, she had slept like this many a times back in her home village. It was nearly normal by now, although they did have tents. But she liked it; sleeping outside had grown to be a pastime of hers back in her simple home but after being traded to the South Coven, this happened no more. Strange, now that she thought about it, Mistress Isabela warned her never to sleep alone anywhere, even in the castle. She was given very specific instructions to only sleep in her room, and this she followed to a T. The blackness of sleep soon came up and it was like time came to a halt. It seemed no matter how short or how long the sleep was, it felt as if nothing had happened once you awoke. It made her dream thoughts ponder about death, and if that is what it was like; being asleep, waiting to wake up. Too bad for Soledad but her dreams would never come this night as some unfamiliar sounds sparked every so often. Her eyebrows narrowed slightly as her unconscious self struggled in her sleep every so often, but suddenly it all stopped and peace of sound was once again restored. Her frown lessened and a serene look came across her face again.

Peace... until suddenly, the large booming sound of a voice was heard. With an extreme shock factor going through her body, she bolted up to a sitting position throwing her arms up and towards her sides as if she saw a snake about to bite her and called out. "AY! Dios mío! Qué está pasando! ¿Quién está ahí?" In her panicked state, Soledad spoke in her native tongue, her thoughts spazzing far too much to having realize just yet what she had said. Frantically looking around, her head turning in all which ways, she narrowed in on the standing figure before her and hastily pulled out a small cooking knife that she had taken from her coven home and pointed at him. This time she remembered to speak English, knowing anyone in this area would most likely not speak Spanish. "Don't come any clos-" Her words cut off as her brain began to process what exactly the man had been saying to her. Darius? Looking upward, her vision adjusted to the night sky and she was able to see his face more clearly now. "D-Darius... is that you?" Both hands simultaneously lowered towards the ground while one released the grip on another so only her right hand held the knife. "Ay... Darius... You gave me such a fright. I-I thought.." Placing her hand on her chest, she could physically feel how fast her heart was beating. It was racing as if she had just done laps around the entire Romanian Stronghold, and that was one big stronghold. Her cheeks were flushed red with slight embarrassment but more so from her body's elevated stress levels from her rush of unexpected fear.

Still not in a normal state of mind, she spoke to him in a more calm like manner, albeit she was panting through her sentences. "Oh.. well I-I couldn't find them, and then I got lost and-" Suddenly realizing the way he was speaking to her, she caught most of her breath and gave him an narrow eyed look. Slowly she picked herself up, with one hand still over her chest and the other hold on to the knife. This was not because she feared for her safety, but only because she had completely forgotten she was holding it. Stepping closer to him trying to seem slightly intimidating she spoke slowly, in an attempt to hide the fact she was still catching her breath. Her thoughts fell upon the actual words he had spoken to her when he had awoken her from dormancy. Soledad's voice changed to a more aggravated tone which she used in her next words towards him. "Your stronghold is like a maze and I couldn't find the servant's quarters with all those doors and corridors" Soledad used her free hand to rotate her wrist in the air, waving her hand in order to express more so the windingness of the halls. "so I decided instead to sleep outside. The only dangers I've known to be outside are the occasional wild boars, and wolves, but they are easy to avoid being so close to the stronghold."

Thinking more about what she was saying she pushed forward physically towards him, keeping their distance close hoping it would help in her appearance as a strong challenging person. "And what would it matter if I slept outside with the wolves? What would it matter to you? What do you care!? Shouldn't you be keeping closer watch on Mistress Isabela, or more so... Josette?" Her body turned and gave Darius her side following with a small snicker under her hair. "Or perhaps you just don't want to have one of your guest's personal servants injured on the first night? I suppose that would look quite bad on you..." Flipping her hair out of her face with her free hand she continued on with him. "And what do you think you're doing speaking as loudly as you were to a sleeping person? You gave me such a fright! You should feel how fast my heart is racing because of you!" Quickly she snatched his hand away from his side like lighting from the sky and placed two of his able fingers on her wrist where the pulsing of her blood could be most felt. Back at the village, she had practiced in some medicine, but it was all alternative. The Coven had only begun to teach her the correct methods of healing but this came to a quick stop when she found out about needles. The object alone brought fear to her and from that point on, she had avoided her nursely duties at the Coven. As of now, she only could check for fevers and read pulses among other simple medical tasks. So at least for now, she knew what she was doing. "Can't you feel it?" Her head lifted up briskly as her simple dark brown eyes stared intently and earnestly into his. Her frustration had mostly subsided as she needed to be still in order for him to feel her dashing pulse. This showed in her voice with her most recent words to him. They were now sincere and almost heartfelt. Staring, into his deep colored eyes, her cheeks flushed again as she quickly pulled away realizing she was making for too much eye contact for her comfort. Promptly she looked down at his fingers and focused on the task at hand instead.

Her pulse was rather high still, a side effect from being woken up and not having had enough sleep for the past twenty four hours. It was like it wouldn't stop beating. She would have simply placed his hand upon her chest to feel her heart directly, finding this a much more simpler and easier method to feel one's heartbeat but this close contact seemed far too inappropriate in modern cultures for her to try. Perhaps it was something more so for people in more familiar a relationship. Taking a deep breath to stay steady in her movements, Soledad stood still in hopes he could feel how startled she had become through the pumping of her blood through her body. Thinking back on how she had gotten upset, perhaps she had been far too hasty in her reactions.

Holding his fingers still on her wrist, Soledad came to the sudden realization at what she was doing and wanted immediately to let go. This was not because of her actions itself, how she is having him feel her blood flow, but because the proximity between the two of them was extremely close. Her face revealed this emotion but luckily she had lowered her head to focus on his wrist and hopefully this would prevent him from ultimately seeing this. She made no sound or physical reaction about it and tried to keep on as to not seem weak. The last thing she needed was someone like Darius to know any of her usable flaws. Who knows what could happen. "Well.. maybe you could show me to the servant's quarters or something..." Soledad mumbled to him, her low fallen head continuing to stay in its position while her eyes made no attempt to form eye contact with him. "S-So I don't get lost this time..." Her words faded out of human hearing as her emotional situation got the better of her. Soledad hated this part of herself. Why was it so hard to be near people? Not near as in the setting she had been placed in earlier with Isabela, Josette and Darius, but in something like this, physically near and alone. How was she to look formidable if people could see how nervous and meek she would become in these sorts of situations. This is why she tried her best at this moment to seem like nothing bothered her or at least to make sure he didn't know what it was that flustered her. "And..." Soledad paused early in her sentence feeling her heart now racing for multiple reasons, but she continued on, pressing through her discomforts trying to look no different than normal. "Y-You are right..." Soledad said admittedly. She had felt bad about what she spoke earlier now realized that his home and hers would most likely not be the same and she shouldn't have been so hasty in her judgement to sleep outside in an unknown area. "I do not know what kinds of dangers you have around your castle. I had immaturely expected the same dangers around your home as would be around mine back in my simple village... I suppose I should have been more careful in judgement."

Letting go of his hand upon her right wrist, she allowed his own strength to continue pressing on her right wrist until he himself pulled it away. With her newly freed hand Soledad reached up and held her forehead. What was going on? Was she going to faint? Not on her watch she wasn't! Feeling extremely dizzy, it seemed all the rush of adrenaline had finally began to fade, although her heart beat was still running marathons. The crash would be soon, and she could feel it coming. Her right hand still being frozen in time in that upward position began to grow weary. She could feel its desire to shake but using all her strength to keep it from doing so along with keeping herself standing. "I-I think..." She mumbled extremely lowly to herself on accident not having much energy left. She had thought to herself 'I think I need to sit down' and those were the partial words that had slipped through her lips to the outside of her mind. Luckily she knew the tree was behind her and it wouldn't hurt to much to fall back onto it from the short distance she was at it. Soledad could feel her body wavering in its strength and finally she took a step back an let herself fall back into the tree, using her hand to brace her impact. At least against the tree, she could hold herself up and not fall over anymore.


►COMPANY:Darius ✖✖✖►LOCATION:Outside in the front ✖✖✖►MOOD:Tired • Weak • Flustered
Wearing: Slip/Top /// Skirt /// Bangles /// shoeStyle shoeColor

Translation:
○○○Oh my god! What's going on! Who's there?

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Hope_Mercy_Rose

WilfullAbyss

Mermaid Syreni

[Mermaid Syreni]

Josette's Theme: La Petite Mort

xxxxDarius nodded his head and said goodnight to the ladies. Josette smiled and winked at her mysterious host. "Adieu mon cher," she said as he left. "Buenas noches," she said to her Spanish speaking companion. At that she turned and opened the door to her room. She marveled at the sight of all the splendor. All the furniture was craved in deep, rich, dark wood, going along with it's purple maroon colored walls. It had a four poster bed, much like hers at home but thicker and carved with intricate designs on the post. The head board was carved as well but in the middle of it was a fleur de lis, a sign used to indicate royalty in the old days of France. She smiled at this. "I may as well be royalty," she said allowed. Considering she was one of the born and there to decide the fate of all vampire kind, she and the other born were the closest thing to royals that vampires had since the fall of the king. The purple comforter on top the bed was laced in gold rope and tassels matched the curtains on the wall. Josette walked over to a door and opened it to find a walk in closet big enough to be it's own room. "Parfait," she whispered as she stood in awe. Here she was thinking that she would be staying in a depressing castle when it fact it was the perfect combination of modern and vintage. She noticed another door across the room. She opened it to find a bathroom covered in white marble. The fleur de lis was even more prominent being engraved in gold on the purple towels. A vase full of fresh lilies graced next to thee sink. What made Josette happiest was the deep garden style tub. That was it, she didn't care how tired she was, she was going to bath in that glorious tub. She turned the water on and noticed in the basket of toiletries was a bottle of lavender bubble bath. Feeling like a giddy little girl, she opened it and poured as much as she could into the warm, steamy water.

After the tub was full, she undressed and layed her clothes on the bed. It didn't matter that she was wealthy, Josette always took care of her clothes. You couldn't wear Dolce and Gabbana and mistreat it. It was a sin in her eyes. Returning to the bathroom, the vampire slipped into the warm frothy water and let the bubble consume her body. It was so relaxing after being cramped on a jet for so many hours to just spread out and drift into nothing. Silence filled the air, silence and peaceful serenity. She hadn't felt like this in a long time, but then of course her thoughts finally invaded, Asking questions and stirring up recent conversations. What of the human Soledad? She acted so innocent with so many questions. Was she aware of the situation or was she left in the dark about this whole meeting. Or how about the handsome Darius. Was it strictly all in her mind or was he flirting in a weird stoic chivalrous way? Why did she even care if he looked at her a certain way? She had been with men before and had had lovers over the years, but only one was ever serious. His name was Amando. Though it had been nearly 97 years ago, she could remember every detail about him. he was a tall, handsome man with dark ebony hair that looked almost blue in the light. he had a dimpled smile and a cleft chin with a mole next to his left eye.

Josette was visiting Rome at the time and in 1932, it was magnificent. She was also into the party scene at the time. Boos ran like water and jazz music filled the streets at night. As a younger girl, she loved the night life and being young and pretty with the other 20 somethings. Life was about living in the moment and not caring what happened tomorrow. One night at a hole in the wall club, a young man stared at her for almost two hours before he approached her. When he finally did Josette smiled and asked "Perché ci hai messo così tanto tempo?" what took you so long. He smiled back and told her that the tome wasn't right just yet. Afterwards he kissed her right then and there with no shame or remorse. She liked that about Amando, he did as he pleased and it was always perfect. After months of teasing they finally consummated their union, making love under a lone tree in the hills under the stars. "My heart is yours forever il mio amore. Do as you will with it. If it should please you to break, I would be glad to have had you once. But if you take it and keep it whole, give me yours as well." It was that night that she revealed her true nature to him, that she was vampire, a fallen angel, a damned soul. But being Amando, he was freighted at first, but eventually didn't care. "I've always loved older women any way." They carried on their affair for over a year. It was the happiest tome of her life. But all happiness must come to an end at some point. Their ending came with Amando's tuberculosis. He had suffered for a long time and no one thought he would live past childhood but he had made it to his late 20's. Unfortunately it's grasp became tighter until it was unbearable. For weeks Josette tried to convince him to be turned into a vampire so he could live forever with her. "Don't leave me my love. I can't live without you and you know that." "Ah, but you can, and you will. I am but a brief moment in your life, but you are my whole life. If the world wants me to be taken for you, I gladly accept that." Josette couldn't stop crying. "But I can save you from it. We can cheat death and life in it's face!" Amando sighed and touched his beloved's cheek. "All good things come to an end. It's meant to be that way or it will be spoiled." No matter what she did, her lover would not consent. During his last moments, Josette held him in her arms as his body slowly shut down. He couldn't talk at this point but reached a shaky hand to her face and smiled. she saw the light fade from his eyes. "No, you can't go, I forbid it!" but his soul had moved on. In a vain attempt to bring him back she bit him and took some of his blood, then bit her own wrist and tired to get him to feed on her, but it was to no avail. He was gone. A soul returned to heaven while she rotted in hell forever.

Her eyes shot open, returning to the present. Her face felt wet but she wasn't sure if it was water or tears. She quickly got out and drained the tub. Drying with one of the plush towels, she returned to her room and changed into her lilac silk pajamas and crawled underneath the maroon coverlet. Her eyes closed, but all she could see was his face. Why did she have to think about him at a time like this? She had almost a 100 years to get over him, but it was still hard, like a little piece of her heart will always be weak for him. She turned over, fluffed a pillow and tired to quiet her mind again, but still, nothing helped. Josette couldn't take it any longer. She had to do something or she would go mad. That's when she remembered Darius saying they were free to explore the grounds. maybe that's what she would do. It was better than thinking about the past and feeling sorry for herself. She threw the coverlet off and grabbed her black Agent Provocateur silk robe. The old floors creaked as she stepped over them with her bare feet as she made her way towards the door. She opened it and entered the hall, not knowing what she would find next.

Translation:

"Goodbye my dear""Goodnight"

Where: Romanian Stronghold
Wearing: Night Wear
Company: Soldedad , Darius

Out Of Character. . .

[WilfullAbyss]

"In the end, we all discover

Who's fake, who's true, and

Who would risk it all for you."

∂αʀιυƨ ℓʏиk

Not expecting Soledad to sit up quite so quickly and begin to yell at him in her native tongue Darius is startled and hastily steps away from her. He puts his hands up in defense to show he does not mean any harm when she reveals a weapon in her hand, pointed in his direction. Surely she does not realize who she is pointing that thing at. No, no, of course she doesn't. At least she had better not! She is a guest here, how dare she yell at him and then proceed to threaten him with a weapon.

He relaxes and drops his hands back to his side when she confirms his thoughts. Maybe he should have spoken a little softer or at least checked to see if she was awake before approaching her as he did. She goes on to answer his questions, obviously still in a slight state of shock as he can now hear her heart beating much faster than before.

Soledad gets up from her seat on the ground and comes to Darius causing him to raise an eyebrow at her. Is she serious right now? Does this pathetic human really think that she has any chance against he, Darius Lynk? He laughs about this in his mind but makes sure to keep a straight face as to not let on what he is thinking.

"Ah yes, the wolves... The wolves around here dear, they're much different than the ones I'm sure you are used to. They are much more larger and far more dangerous. They are also quite intelligent in their own right. For beasts anyway... Retched things that they are."

The woman comes even closer to Darius than she previously was and as much as he wants to take another step back, he does not. She goes on to question him some more but it really feels as if she is scolding him like some misbehaving child. How rude and disrespectful.

"As a matter of fact I certainly do not want any of my guests, that includes you, to be injured tonight or any other night that you are staying here because it would..."

Darius lets his voice trail of as it processes in his mind Soledad's demeanor and the tone as well as pitch of her voice she is using with him. What does he think he is doing speaking so loudly? This is his home, not hers, he can speak as loud as he likes.

He lets out a gasp as Soledad suddenly grabs his hand and forces him to touch her wrist. Clenching his jaw he shuts his eyes trying to keep his focus. As if the sound and the smell were not bad enough. This human is just begging for him to rip her throat out.

She questions Darius yet again. This time inquiring whether he can feel how fast her heart is beating. Which of course he can. He can feel it, smell it, hear it... almost even taste Mmm, yes. Taste... His mind wanders off as he begins to imagine what her particular blood might taste like. Would it be sweet and sultry or maybe with that attitude of hers it might have a little kick to it.

He shakes those thoughts out of his mind as Soledad brings him back to reality, suggesting he lead her to the servants quarters. How about lead her downstairs to the dungeon and drain her of every last drop? No, no, Darius cannot do that. Isabella would be furious but... He shakes his head again attempting to force himself to concentrate.

"It is getting quite late but I suppose I could take some time to show you the way."

He cannot help but feel a wave of relief when she finally releases his hand and he is able to pull it away from her, back to a far more comfortable location at his side. Of course this relief is short lived when Soledad begins to look sickly and mumbles some nearly incoherent words. She falls back against the tree and Darius thinks she is going to faint but makes sure to keep a fair amount of distance between the two of them. Temptation is already strongly knocking at his door, he dare not open the door and invite it in. For the only outcome of that would be a bloody disaster, a very bloody disaster.

He really could use something to eat right about now though... No! Enough is enough!

"I think that we should be venturing back inside. I have stayed outside much later than I anticipated and obviously you are not feeling well."

Darius hesitates at first but eventually he forces his hand out toward Soledad in an offering of help.

(O.O.C: )

Where: Outside - front of the castle
Company: Soledad
Mood: Hungry

[Mermaid Syreni]

Josette's Theme: La Petite Mort

xxxxThe halls where dark and quiet. It seemed that every little step she took on the old wooden floor sounded like an elephant stomping around. The house was beautiful even in the dark. Maybe that was the desired affect after all. As she walked by all the closed doors in the house she saw painting lining the walls or what must be important vampires from over the past couple of thousands of years. It wouldn't surprise her if most of them were still around, maybe lurking still inside of the castle walls. From what the printed name plates said underneath, they were all Romanian as excepted though they had elements of things that pointed towards their vampirism like one with a freshly dead body at their feet as they stared proudly into the distance with a little line of blood running from their pristine lips. it mad sense to look so fierce. The Romanian coven wasn't known for being brutal for no reason.

Josette remembered a time where she posed for a portrait. She was a young girl at the time, ten or eleven, a pure infant in vampire years. Her mother had dressed her in layers and layers of lace, ribbons, and ruffles. She looked like a porcelain doll with her blonde locks curled tightly to her hair and a huge pink bow crowning her childish look. The painter was so mad because he wasn't allowed to work during the day due to Josette's "extremely delicate skin disorder". The artist came to terms after Papa paid him almost double for the inconvience. To this day that portrait of her was at the family estate in the French coven. Many years later once she had reached her peak of beauty and aged no more another portrait was commissioned. This time Josette was determined to come up with how the portrait should look. Back in the 1880's fashion was very strict and binding with bustles and corsets, but she wanted something more natural. So after much discussion, she dressed as the Persephone in a shear white toga with a crown of flowers on her head. In her hand she held an open pomegranate. It was fitting to her, to be a beautiful youth stuck in the underworld. It was still her favorite portrait and it hung in her little château in Paris.

As she wondered around she passed by the main entrance were she had entered only an hour or so ago. She noticed a door a head of her on the right side of the entrance. It had two huge double doors. She wasn't sure if it would wake anyone up if she opened it, but she figured she would try anyway. The doors opened with ease. The only thing that made noise was the lock slipping out of place unlatching for Josette to open. She noticed a few light switches on the wall and turned them on one by one. The room began to expand and turned into a ballroom. It was breath taking with it's magnificent crystal chandeliers that bathed the wall in a golden shower of light. She smiled and a light giggle escaped her mouth. The acoustics picked it up, amplifying her short expression of joy ten time louder than it should have been. She quickly placed a hand over her mouth and tired to silence herself. But she couldn't help it, it was a place for laughter and love, not a place meant to be in darkness. She walked into the middle of the floor and started humming a little tune. She pretended that she was a grand lady being asked to dance with a handsome young nobleman. She bowed and took her invisible partners hand and started to waltz across the smooth wooden floor. The young vampire missed dancing like they did in the old days. Modern dancing was fun and entertaining, but completely savage compared to a waltz or at least a foxtrot. After having a bit of fun, she turned the lights of and ventured into the east wing.

She suddenly noticed a random door down the hall that didn't look like the others at all. It was plain and crude looking. Curious as ever, she turned the door handle and slowly opened up the mysterious door. It was a set of stairs that went down into the shadows. Josette could feel the crude stone floor turn colder as she descended down the stairs. This is what she imagined the castle to be like. Cold, dark, wet. She could here water dripping, slow and steady. As she made her way down, she began to see a little light up ahead at the end of the stairs. Stopping dead in her tracks, she realized that this must be the basement that Darius was talking about. The place that was forbidden to them. She shouldn't tempt fate and turned to go back whence she came, but then she heard something. Something sounding like a groan of some sort. She turned for a moment and paused. There was no way she was going to leave now. Josette was to far into this to go and never now. making her way down she got to the end of the stairs and turned to see some crude looking. . .torture chamber? Well, it was an old castle like place. It shouldn't be that surprising. But among the chains and cruel tools, she saw a cage lined in sliver and a. . . "Sainte Marie, Mère de Dieu. . ." she managed to whisper as she saw a young man chained from head to toe in various places, even around his neck like a dog. A flickering harsh light shown on the poor young man. he looked weak, beaten. It smelled horrible down there, like a wet dog or something similar. She wasn't sure if he was dead or alive the way he was situated. Josette spotted his chest rising and falling faintly. Surely he was a live. A small tear came from her eyes at the sight. She walked slowly over to the cage and wrapped her fingers around the silver cage. "Mon Dieu qu'ont-ils fait pour vous? What has happened to you?"

Translation:

"Holy Mary mother of God." "My God, what have they done to you?"

Where: Romanian Stronghold
Wearing: Night Wear
Company: Soldedad , Darius

Out Of Character. . .

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WERE•WOLF /'ωє:ωυℓғ/
1 a shape shifting race of Downworlders who are cursed with Lycanthropy.
2 are diseased humans who turn into werewolves.
3 they are also referred to as "Lycanthropes", "Moon Children", or "Children of the Moon".

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Still not accustomed to feeling as feeble and frail as the vampires of the Romanian coven have caused him to be it takes almost all of the reserved strength Rayce has within him to look up at this female standing before him. He knew before she even made it to the bottom of the steps that she was definitely not human and now setting eyes on her and her unnatural beauty he knows she must be one of them. He attempts to exude anger and disgust but it barely comes out in a huff.

"What do you want? Haven't I suffered enough?"

He sucks in a deep breath of air and slowly forces himself to his feet. Swaying back and forth as he does but eventually steadying himself as he keeps his eyes locked on the vampiress before him.

"You and your... you're all vile wicked creatures. Feeding on the living and abusing others for your own entertainment. You're all gonna burn in hell for this!"

As Rayce says this he lunges toward Josette, forgetting that his captures had recently installed an electrocution device. Coming in contact with the silver bars he screams out in pain and drops to his knees. Taking several deep breaths as agony retches through out his whole body. Eventually catching his breath Rayce lifts his head to look up at Josette once again.

"You know what the worst part of all of this is? You don't even care about your own kind. I would have thought after the third or fourth leech you sent down here to drink from me died you would have all given up. Yet, here we are... you're obviously not one of their lab rats, so what is it that you want from me? What is it that they sent you down here for? Or are you just down here to bask in my misery like the other one? He's late tonight. I was pretty sure it was him coming down those stairs but instead I got you. Does he even know you're down here?"

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Mermaid Syreni

[DarkShadowEnchantress]

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Soledad felt a small yet sharp pain hit her back. It was the scraping of the bark against her delicate frail skin that hurt the most, but the impact itself wasn't too far off. Wincing slightly, she recoiled in herself and grabbed her arm that was the most pained, the one she used for the impact. Her hand instinctively released the small cooking knife she held prior and a small thump was heard as it fell to the ground, sinking instantly into the dirt. Her body slowly slid down the tree as her hair fell off to the side, becoming undone from her rose tie. Her face cringed in pain and she curled up slightly inwards, but almost as quick and heavy as the ache came, it was gone. Opening her eyes, she looked almost dumbfounded as to why the pain seemed to stop almost instantly. It must be from the endorphin's rushing through her body to help cope with pain. What else would it be? Upon moving, she felt that her lack of pain was greatly exaggerated when she felt small prickling sensations throughout the injured areas. Ah, it was only because she had stopped moving that the pain stopped coming. Although it wasn't as heightened as it was initially, she had ought to be careful otherwise injure herself further. Relaxing now, her arms fell to her sides, hitting the softened dirt beneath her. Her head fell backwards onto the the tree and her eyes transfixed before her. Curiously she had her attention caught by Darius and his actions. Although it was subtle, was he going to try and catch her? He was in a somewhat strange stance, one takes when about to initiate a quick and hasty move. Strange. But why would he for her? She looked away from him, over to her right side, thinking now that he had in fact 'not' for her. So she had expected. Her head held its own but as everyone cannot stand perfect still, her head was moving, even if it was not visible. Because of this, she saw the glinting of the small knife covered in the dirt beside her. Soledad almost had forgotten about it and in an instant, reached over for it and picked it up. It was now dirty, something she hated on her cooking utensils. She tried to wipe it down but it was too late to salvage it at this point, she'd have to wash it. Sighing, She opened up one of the compartments in her bag and tossed it in, knowing she'd have to deal with it later that night. But after this small interactions with her knife, her body had grown weak again, the chemicals her body had given her now tapering off leaving her back in her original depleted stage.

Through her blurred darkened vision, she transfixed her gaze upon what seemed to be Darius offering a helping hand. He was willing to help her? Why did he treat her so contradictory? Her hand wavered upward as she gently placed it within his. His hand felt strong and stable, something she wasn't used to feeling and it made her wonder what she had been lacking because of her fears. There she grabbed hold with as much strength as she could, which at this point, was hardly any, and pulled herself upward. Although her arms had grown feeble and weak, her legs had more kick to them, resulting in Soledad using too much strength to propel herself forward. She nearly came crashing into poor Darius, but somehow she stopped herself using the rest of her energy reserves ending in her body pulling into his like a glove. Well this was awkward. Everything happening today was so bizarre and strange to her. Because she was one of the more sought after women in the village, she was kept away from most men because of her worth to her family. Only when a person suitable to her parents interest arrived would she be allowed to meet with them, and even then their proximity with one another was far apart. She had grown so flustered and weak that she could feel her own heart beat through her ears. It was a strange sensation indeed to hear one's own heartbeat, but something else was off. While her head was gently pressed against his strong torso, and her hand holding firmly yet caressingly on his for support while the other gripped her bag loosely, she noticed she could feel no heartbeat. But how could that be? Perhaps her head was resting on the wrong spot against his chest? She was awfully short to begin with, the shortest one there probably, but she assumed that maybe his muscles were too thick to hear his heart beat, or maybe it was very slow. Regardless of this small tidbit of acquired info, she finally gave a small reaction to her position.

Soledad cocked her head slowly from its forward position within his chest till it reached a point where she thought his face would be. Holding in that angle, her once closed eyes calmly opened revealing her charcoal stained irises. Her gaze at him was with a doe eyed but helpless look brought on by her slowly failing body and heightened inexperienced emotions. She would avoid any situation that caused her to feel nearly anything because it would distract her from her tasks, whether it was at the coven or back at her home village. Although, in the coven, some of the people would make her feel quite uncomfortable with the way they eyed her like some sort of delicacy or a piece of meat. She could only wonder if that's how they looked at someone they desired to become more intimate with, but this idea itself was brought down when she noticed that women also did it as well to her. They couldn't all like her. She never found herself to be all that special or likable. She thought of herself as rather boring and dull, and probably too suborn for most people to tolerate, at least, her true self. But at least she didn't have to worry about it anymore in her job. Her ranking was so low yet so specific that no one bothered to court her anymore. It was a bit of a relief but also and big change. Made life very secluded, something she wasn't very used to.

Soledad's reddened lips made a small part in preparation for the words she tried to speak. It was difficult energy wise but she managed. "I-I... I'm sorry. I-I think I used too much strength and.." Taking a step back to pull away from him so that he would not feel so discomforted, her knee gave way and she fell slightly down, catching herself with her good leg. It was like those times when climbing up stairs and for some unknown reason, one of your leg just gives in and you fall to a knightly kneeling position. Does anyone really know what causes that when it happens? For her, she did not, but for this particular situation, it was obvious to anyone why it happened. Her hand had unintentionally gripped hard into his during her decent, her body still trying to cling on to consciousness in any way it could. She stared at the earth beneath her and felt ashamed. How pathetically weak she was, and this man was here to see it all. How could she make Mistress Isabela look so bad. They will think she and her coven has a soft spot for weak people culminating in a decision to keep the South American Coven out of the joint treaty, and that thought itself just broke her heart. She wanted to apologize again to him for having tugged his arm what she thought was quite hardly, but she did not, feeling it would be annoying to hear her constantly apologize for all her faults. Using her strength she pulled herself up into him again, this time, using him for support. It was clear to her now that she needed something to stand against, or face falling over again and perhaps not having the strength again to pull herself up. "Is it alright..." Her voice wavered at her anxiousness in what she knew she would ask. The pause in her sentence seemed to last ages to her when in reality it was only a few seconds that had gone by before she completed it. Her head looked back up to him with that helpless look, but this time, she had a more concerned facial expression now that she had grasped the reality of her weakened state. "..i-if you could help me?" This was so awkward a question for. Even asking it brought her heart to a quickened pace again. She just needed the support and she knew it. "I promise I wouldn't ask such an indecent thing if I could support myself..." Pausing yet again, her eyes turned away from him, unable to look directly into his being and finish her sentence "...I just.. can't" With those last words, her hand gripped tightly onto her bag at her internal struggling of consciousness versus unconsciousness and stable versus unstable emotions. She admitted out loud, verbally, to someone who might use it to his advantage, that she had a weakness, and that she was struggling over it. She gritted her teeth slightly in underlying frustration, but mostly at the pain she was starting to feel. Her body was growing extremely uncomfortable and she would need to rest soon.

Pulling herself closer into Darius, she took a deep breath and exhaled. She had been so worried about her own health for once, she had forgotten Mistress Isabela. What a sight she would be if her Mistress found her so feeble. With that jarring thought, her semi-conscious eyes bolted open as quick as her head darted upward. She looked into Darius's eyes with a pleading stare, almost begging. "P-Please please...!" She let out a few breaths of anguish before continuing on her little worries. "I ask you do not tell Mistress Isabela about this. I-I don't ever want her to find out that I can become so weak." Her head stared at the ground as her thoughts about her Mistress filled her mind. Her foot scuffed at the ground as she began a short tale of her master. "What would she think if she saw me like this... Mistress Isabela is such a strong independent woman and I too try my best for her, even though the work there is so much more than back at my village, so much harder, and I get less sleep." Her head jolted up to him again, this time with a face filled with naive innocent determination. "But I try my very best... for my village." Oh no, she let it slip. Well, it didn't matter to much to her. She doubted he would understand, or even ask about it. Why would he ask about someone's life he wasn't interested in? It would be much more beneficial for him to go back and have a sporting fun time with Josette or any other person of higher standing. "I-I-I'll do anything, anything you want, just don't tell Isabela."

Her face had already turned away with her previous sentence to him. Her cheeks had filled once again with a reddish pink blush from everything that was happening. The embarrassment was killing her. Being so close to him, what she had just said, how she looked, everything. It was all so humiliating. She had to do something to take her mind off of it all and distract. What if he were to tease and pry and ask her about her weaknesses? what if he were to take advantage of that? She must change the subject somehow, but make it seem tangible enough that he will follow it. Thinking for a moment she made a silly comment on his chest, giving a small and weak smile as she spoke. "Y-You know... it's funny but I can't feel your heart beat. You must have a lot of muscle." Was this good enough? Would he buy it? Maybe not. He didn't seem like a dumb guy, so she shouldn't treat him as such. Her body turned a bit as she re-positioned herself in his arms. Her face winced with her voice letting out a small moan from the discomfort. She really needed to get to bed. "P-Perhaps you are right. We should venture inside now." Diverting her vision from her fumbling movements to Darius's face. She gave him an extremely innocent and wide-eyed look. "Thank you for staying with me... and helping me. There is no one who appreciates this more than I do right now..." With those last words, she pulled deeper into Darius to get a better walking stance and prepared for him to lead her to wherever her room may be.



►COMPANY:Darius ✖✖✖►LOCATION:Outside in the front ✖✖✖►MOOD:Weak • Flustered • Timid
Wearing: Slip/Top /// Skirt /// Bangles /// shoeStyle shoeColor

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