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Snuggling deeper into a huge leather jacket a guard had given her once they hit the airport tarmac. Kalia Krumch more commonly known as Kalypso Crulious didn't have many choices when it came down to flying to her homeland. Master Bane had given her permission to travel to a few select countries to scout for possible clan members. It had been long debates between the two of them on wither or not they needed more members and what kind of people they were looking for. Kalypso had thought they needed more fighters, and more men. The ratio of male versus female was starting to be a thing that annoyed her. So here she was, In a German airport waiting for a delayed flight on a cold autumn morning just before the sun would peak over the horizon. Bane had only agreed to let Kalypso fly to Germany, if she took two guards with her. They both knew she did not need to be guarded, in fact. Kal was the one who ended up saving the guards if they got into a tussle. That never bothered her though, they were always so great full for saving them they usually fawn all over her; and she loved the attention!
Suddenly, something flashed just before her eyes sending speckles of white and black across her vision. Throwing her hands up in front of her face, she blocked what she thought was an attack. Although it was an attack, it wasn't one with powers of fist. When she heard a guard yell a man with a camera, and then yell towards him as the guy ran off. She heard the same guard from run after him. So the paparazzi finally found her, well she was wearing all leather, boots, tights, jacket, even a leahter cap to go on her head, although she was wearing a sapphire silk shirt and with hair to your a** you tend get noticed faster then what you wanted. When her vision cleared enough for her to see, she saw the guard with silver hair to his shoulder, light green, he was also tall, and underneath all his black leather and silk she was guessing he was muscled but for the life of her, she could not remember his name, but he was walking back towards them with a camera shattered in his hands. Halfway back to them he pulled out something blue and tossed the crumbled metal in to the nearest trash. Something grabbed her arm before she could see what he did with the little blue thing. Her eyes found the long fingers clad in brown old leather worked gloves; a breath she didn't know she was holding escaped her lips. Looking up towards the face that was looking down at her, anger creased her brow. Kalypso loved attention, but she did not like to be touched, by anyone. For a minute she was stunned by the anger in her mind, the wanting to tear his arm from his socket and smack him across the head with it. For a minute, she just stared into his eyes while his mouth moved but no words seemed to have gone into her mind. Closing her eyes and shaking her head, there was no need to be angry, he was only trying to tell her something.
"Sister, your plane is here. It is time to get on."
From his tone of voice it seemed he had repeated that more than once, but she could care less. Nodding, her arm slipped from his grip and fell back to her side, and then she started moving across the tarmac. Kal’s long legs carried her across the black road, her legs where most of her height; an average height of five six. Mentally battering herself for calling herself average again, she pushed it out of her mind as she lifted her arms in the air and stretched. Oh how she hates flying. As they approached a big jet she realized it was a private jet of her Masters. How did she know? She really didn't but once inside, it had Banes dark taste showed. Red chairs, black carpet, black tables, and a very vampires waiter, who was standing beside a very large drink cart with way to many bottles on it. Kal plopped into a seat before she even realized she stopped walking and was just looking around. Once her butt was in the chair, her hands fumbled for the seat belt but they were shacking too much to click them together. Seconds pasted by as she heard the three seat belts click in, then one click again. Out of the blue came a pair of hands that were long, pale, and silver glinted they quickly snatched the seat belt from her quacking fingers to slam them together in the loud click. Looking up she saw the silver haired guard leaning towards her. Kalypso smiled a seductive smile and nodded her thanks. Leaning back in her chair, she watched him hastily move to his chair that was on the opposite side of the plane, he was to the left of her but far enough away that she felt a little lonely. Pushing that feeling from her mind, Kal looked out the window onto the dark tarmac. By the time they arrived home, it would be the next evening. Leaning over she grabbed the small sliding shutter and slammed it shut. She was deathly afraid of flying, it was just odd how a giant metal bird can fly across the sky without wings. It was something she would never get used too. Although she could have taken a boat, she was damn sure she would have been gobbled up by the Atlantic Ocean before an hour of travel had gone by. Sitting straight up, she closed her eyes and tried to relax before the plane jerked forwards and a voice came crackling over the intercom system. Her long sapphire nails dug into the arm rest as the plane went higher and higher into the sky. Then she heard someone move and whisper she could relax now, the plane was level.
"I'll relax when are landed."
Kalypse heard a sigh just before two more clicks and someone walk past her, making their way to the cockpit and the other going towards the other end of the plane. Cracking one eye to look around, the guard with silver hair still sat unbuckled in his seat and the other one were no were to be seem, the waiter was gone too.
Kal’s long black painted nails were nearly ripping crescent moon shaped cuts into the red upholstered chairs. Her nerves were at ends and she felt like she was going to fall out of the sky and smash into the Atlantic Ocean. Her eyes were tightly shut, so tight that not even light could crept into them. Her fear of flying was making it almost impossible for her to enjoy sitting on one of the best planes she ever seen. Suddenly she felt someone move past her and listening to their steps, they moved to the back of the expensive jet. Hearing a sliding door shut softly and then no noise, the plane was so silent, that she could hear the engines purring outside of the windows. What if something got into the twin engines and they went crashing down? A fear so real smashed though her, causing her breath to catch. we’re almost there... we’re almost there.. we have to be almost there.. She repeated to herself over and over again, trying to calm herself. It didn't work. her breathing quickened so fast that she sounded like a huge humming bird. Slowly, she forced herself to fall asleep. It was day time and she needed to regain her strength for when they do land. She wanted to be able to talk to her master about all the people she saw over the past week.
As she was unconscious they landed, arriving at a very small airport that was miles away from the mansion. From there, silver-haired carried her ever so softly towards a horse drawn carriage. Laying her on one of the benched and sitting on the other side of her. The other guard rode on a horse beside the carriage, keeping a watchful eye for those who might wanted a more then human being dead. About half way to the mansion, she finally awoke, hearing hooves hitting the rough ground and creaking from wood so old it should have been trashed a long time ago. Moaning softly, she pushed herself up with her arms. Halfway sitting up, she found the silver-haired sitting across from her.
"What is your name?"
" I go by Sigrún now. We are almost to the mansion; There is nothing for you to do, so maybe you should just sit back and enjoy the ride until we arrive."
Crossing her arms under her chest, sticking her lips out in a slight pouting manner, Kal looked away from him and out the small window. How she missed the rolling hills of home. It was a truly horrible thing to be forbidden to travel around the country. The smog, metal, and horrifying attributes of a big city was almost murder on her soul. Now.. when she was her, she will run though the fields with animals that will most likely become her dinner. Sighing, she looked back over towards Sigrún and frowned, clearly he was not happy to be sent to watch her when she really did not need to be watched. The other guard did not want to be near her either. Being the person who always wanted to be in the middle of attention and quite annoying, never really made many friends. Letting out another long sigh, she let her eyes drop from staring at his glittering eyes towards the far off hills in the distance. It was just after sunset, the sky was still a dark purple and blue color. It was the most beautiful thing she has seen in a week.
Kalypso’s vision had blurred as she stared out the window. She let her eyes become slightly watery and burning so that she can see more with her inner eyes then those. With her inner eyes she saw something she never thought she would see. The land was barren, the wonderful hills that cascaded through the valleys were gone, blown away by some huge object. There were bones set up along the trail they were following to the mounds. The trees were wilted and decaying, there was no green anywhere. The This was the land she always wanted to walk through, a truly horrific thing.. and she loved it. Without noticing she had done it, Kal had moved to the window and was nearly sticking her head out of it. Oh.. One day the world will be like this and she will be the one everyone was ruled by and not the second.. One day.. It will happen.. It just was not going to happen just yet..
((( I hope its not to long for ya stell!!
lmao..
the next post will be her at the mansion! ))
The world is a playground for our kind.
Now, Who will stand in my way of having a little fun?
You? Oh You can try.. but you will not succeed!
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| ßane Йoa Ţerichio |
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That's Ţerichio To YouxxxxxxxA.K.A ßanexxxxxxxxŤhe Ϻaster
After taking another small drink from her cup, once again lettign the blood linger on her lips, she looked upwards when she heard one of her daughters's crypts opening up. A smile crossed over her lips as she swallowed the precious liquid. My dear Angel is awake. I'm glad to see she is in good spirts this morning. Bane released a small chuckel, hearing her little witch speaking to herself again. She smiled and returned her gaze to the fireplace that was so far away. She could feel the flush returning to her cheeks as the glass begun to decress in blood. She looked over her shoulder to the cabinet that was once again locked and decided that one cup would be fine..for now. She sighed internaly before she changed how her leggs were crosses, switching what one was on top. On the outside of her home, she could hear animals sturring in the night, always beign sure to keep clear from her home. She knew why, but she had hoped that by now they would have been used to vampiers in their forest. She smiled softly to herself as she took another small sip. Blinking twice before taking a small breath. She closed her eyes while she set down her cup on the Table next to her before she placed her hands in her lap. She could hear her daughter's door opening and she wanted to be ready to greet her like always.
Fixing her dress quickly, smoothing her dress across her leggs before fixing her face so her smile was the most genuen it could be. Her eyes opened and she released a wave of peace and relaxation in a wave of popari. She looked up when she heard the faint footsteps of her daughter decending the staircase. The smile on her face spread even wider when her eyes found her Angel. She watched though loving eyes as her daughter got herself a glass of blood. She leaned her head up for a moment, then nodded her head in return to Angelique's nod. "Good evening sweetling, and peaceful, as always. So kind of you to ask my darling, mayy I return the favor and ask you the same question? How was your night my dear Angle?" Bane's voice was a musical all on its own, pouring out smooth as caremel and as light as a feather. Like a chior of bells, it rang all around her, but was scilent enough that it would force people to stop and listen. Her words so proper sounding with her heavy english accent. Of corse, her words were mostly lies. She always called her beautiful girls her Sweetlings and her handsom boys her Darlings. The only part that was a lie, was that she slept well. Of corse she never let on, never would she let her children know that she had 'nightmares' each night, and that each time she closed her eyes, she hears herself scream for her one and only. A small wave of regret passed though her, the scent of rain stured around her, but was quickly overpowered by a new wave of peace and popari. Banes smile never faultered as she reached for her cup and took a longer sip of her blood.
It was amazing, her connection to each and every one of her family memebers. She felt a sudden emotion, one that she knew was not her's for she was already home. Home sickness. A smile swept across her face as she set down her glass, now empty, before she pulled herself off of her throne. She first walked up to her little Angel, her eyes loving and wide before she placed her hands on the side's of her cheek before pulling her head down so she could kiss her fourhead. She did too; after kissing her Angel's fourhead she spoke softly. "Will you excuse me for a moment my Sweetling." It wasn't a question or a request. She would have gone even if Angelique didn't want her to leve her side. She didn't have a say in the matter. She took out her small brass key again, taking out another wine glass and a bottle of the lighter blood, and poured it in. Bane then set down the glass next to her own and then refillled her glass type of blood she had just poured into the other glass. After locking the bar once more, she nodded to her doughter, with a warm smile, before she started to walk to the door. She took in a smal breath, the smile still plastered on her face beofre she opened the large Doors with one hand.
She stood in the night, her dress flowing to her side with the strong wind that was always around her home; a curse for being on the top of a hill. Her smile only continued to grow as she waited. Her breathing picked up, she wanted to make this special, as she always did. With one hand on the door, and the other on her heart, a strong scent of liliac's started to over power just about everything in a moment's time. She was 'blocking' the doorway until her whole house was filled with the feelling of welcome and of joy before she stepped aside. The strong flowery scent would next be thrown out into the world. Mainly directed down the tracks where her Sweetling Kalypso would be comeing up in her personal carrage. She stood in scilance as the wind blew thoughout the house and out into the world to her Sister, blowing her hair to the side. When the house no longer smelt like Lilac she stepped infront of the door again. She sighed softly and pulled her hair over her shoulder, letting it fall down to her bottom. She almost looked like ghost, standing infront of her manstion in the bright moonlight. "Come home to me my dear Sister." She whispered into the wind, hopping that by some chance, her sister would hear it and feel the warm feeligns she scent at the same time. The antisipation that bubbled within her caused the aiir around her to smell like cinnomon. She would have been jumping up and down if she didn't have so much pride. She stood as still as stone instead as she waited, her warm smile and glistening eyes searching the forest line for the smallest movement.
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♪♫Ѵictoria Ɽose Ŧhericho♫♪
“The few wonders of the world only exist while there are those with the sight to see them.”
The night was just beginning, the darkness slowly deciding to creep up upon the land. In a room, not to far from the Master's, darkness was slowly settling. The Victorian style room was a testament of a forgotten time and place. The blinds and drapes were shut firmly, protecting the inhabitant of the sharp and hurtful rays of the sun. The bed replaced with a beautiful Silver blue Casket, the sure centerpiece of the room. There was a soft russel as complete darkness blanketed the room, the sun losing it's struggle with the moon. A few minutes later the top of the casket open as the youngest member of the Thericho clan sat up, rubbing her eyes. She cracked her back and sighed, she had smelled the tantalizing taste of blood from her room. It seemed Master and Eliza were up already. Her simple Victorian Nightgown hung loosely over her pale skin. Victoria Rose Thericho glanced around her room and simply said in a soft voice, " Carpe Diem. Seize the Day.... I can do that." A soft smile grew on her face as she jumped up in her casket, and started singing. " The hills are alive! With the sound of-AAAAAHH!!!" she yelled, falling straight out of her casket and to the floor with a loud thud. She sat there, slightly bewildered of what happened. The clumsy Victoria did it.... again. Possible the only clumsy vampire in this entire world. She sat up and glared at her casket. " Every one's a critic..." she hissed as she got up and made her way to her closet. She went in and picked out a few things. Was she ever thankfully she could wear pants. Now, she understood why men liked them. Victoria was proper, but that never meant she didn't like trying out new things. She was very regal about it though. She picked a Tie Dye Kurta, a pair of jeans, suede boots.
She quickly dressed and went to her vanity, grabbing her brush. She gently combed her hair, looking at herself in the mirror. The little hippie loved to have a good time. She loved to got to places and learn about the new culture and people. Her curiosity got the better of her at times. After finishing her hair and makeup, she threw on a Hemp choker. She glanced over to her record player, which was the only modern thing in her room. She forgot what record was currently on the 45. She glanced over and smiled with glee. Janis Joplin, possible one of her favorite singers. She had the opportunity to see her live and many other bands, including the famous Jimi Hendrix. The trouble she got into was ALL worth it. Last month she snuck out of the house and went to go see Woodstock. At night of course, but it was so worth it. Then again, she was having a blast cus she was high off her a**. She really doesn't remember much, other than the bands were great and a VERY angry Sister coming to drag her back to the house. Sister was yelling at her the whole way. How she shouldn't have snuck out like that, how Master was worried, what if she bit someone, the 'everything but the kitchen sink' lecture. But, Victoria was still high, so everything was good. It was so bad, that Sister had to carry her home. Not that Victoria seemed to care.
Fixing herself nicely, she glided out of her room and started to head down the steps. Her hand was on the railing, protectively. Just in case the girl with two left feet decided to trip. The tantalizing scent of blood, from both Master's and Eliza's cup was making Victoria's stomach go into knots of hunger. It was like putting a bloody steak in front of a starving dog. Of course this direct instinct has gotten better. But, when your a picky eater like Victoria, it just makes things ten times worse. Victoria could taste the person through their blood. By means of what type of person they are. Usually the more evil and sinister the person is, the more suffocating and bitter the taste is. The more pure and innocent a person is, the sweeter more pure the taste is. Because of this ability, it makes Victoria VERY picky. No matter how much she needs the blood, she wants it to feel enjoyable. Not like she's forcing herself to drink something that tastes terrible. No one would want to put up with that. She reached to bottom step with a smile, for once she didn't fall down the- " AAHH!!" she stumbled a bit as she regained her balance and looked with a weak smile towards Eliza. On the last step Victoria tripped over herself, though she didn't fall, she just stumbled. She walked calmly over to Eliza. " I.... uh.... meant to do that... yeah..." she said, with an slightly embarrassed look on her face.
She gave small wave to Eliza. It was when she got closer did she realize the Master was outside currently. For a second she wondered why she was outside. But slowly that thought passed. At the moment, settling that blood craving was more important. Her thoughts started to become hazy, just being around the cups of blood. A hundred or so years didn't make you a master of self-control. Even Eliza has the craving still stuck in her head. She took a small silver key out of her pocket and went to another smaller cooler at the bar. She took a whine glass and opened her slightly smaller cabinet. Inside where labeled vials. That and she tended to like her blood cold. You tend to get more of a flavor out of it. What was she in the mood for today? Blood of a Liar, misfortunate person, greedy person, innocent person. 'Hmm, I'll go for... two faced envious blood.' she thought to herself as she took the vial and poured it into the glass. She swirled the blood in the glass and took a long sip. The taste was sour as it ran over her tongue, but then turned sweet. She liked that sort of taste, it was unique. She smiled a bit, at the sensation of hunger slowly vanished. Her thoughts came rushing back, as she closed her cabinet, putting the key into her pocket. " Good evening Master, good evening Eliza. How was your naps? Peaceful, I hope." she said with a bright smile. She also said Bane's greeting a little louder so she could hear it. Sister must have been coming home. Oh, what joy was in store of little V. Naps. That's what she called them. Of course they didn't really sleep. So you couldn't really ask about their sleep. Victoria thought nap was an appropriate word.
She quickly dressed and went to her vanity, grabbing her brush. She gently combed her hair, looking at herself in the mirror. The little hippie loved to have a good time. She loved to got to places and learn about the new culture and people. Her curiosity got the better of her at times. After finishing her hair and makeup, she threw on a Hemp choker. She glanced over to her record player, which was the only modern thing in her room. She forgot what record was currently on the 45. She glanced over and smiled with glee. Janis Joplin, possible one of her favorite singers. She had the opportunity to see her live and many other bands, including the famous Jimi Hendrix. The trouble she got into was ALL worth it. Last month she snuck out of the house and went to go see Woodstock. At night of course, but it was so worth it. Then again, she was having a blast cus she was high off her a**. She really doesn't remember much, other than the bands were great and a VERY angry Sister coming to drag her back to the house. Sister was yelling at her the whole way. How she shouldn't have snuck out like that, how Master was worried, what if she bit someone, the 'everything but the kitchen sink' lecture. But, Victoria was still high, so everything was good. It was so bad, that Sister had to carry her home. Not that Victoria seemed to care.
Fixing herself nicely, she glided out of her room and started to head down the steps. Her hand was on the railing, protectively. Just in case the girl with two left feet decided to trip. The tantalizing scent of blood, from both Master's and Eliza's cup was making Victoria's stomach go into knots of hunger. It was like putting a bloody steak in front of a starving dog. Of course this direct instinct has gotten better. But, when your a picky eater like Victoria, it just makes things ten times worse. Victoria could taste the person through their blood. By means of what type of person they are. Usually the more evil and sinister the person is, the more suffocating and bitter the taste is. The more pure and innocent a person is, the sweeter more pure the taste is. Because of this ability, it makes Victoria VERY picky. No matter how much she needs the blood, she wants it to feel enjoyable. Not like she's forcing herself to drink something that tastes terrible. No one would want to put up with that. She reached to bottom step with a smile, for once she didn't fall down the- " AAHH!!" she stumbled a bit as she regained her balance and looked with a weak smile towards Eliza. On the last step Victoria tripped over herself, though she didn't fall, she just stumbled. She walked calmly over to Eliza. " I.... uh.... meant to do that... yeah..." she said, with an slightly embarrassed look on her face.
She gave small wave to Eliza. It was when she got closer did she realize the Master was outside currently. For a second she wondered why she was outside. But slowly that thought passed. At the moment, settling that blood craving was more important. Her thoughts started to become hazy, just being around the cups of blood. A hundred or so years didn't make you a master of self-control. Even Eliza has the craving still stuck in her head. She took a small silver key out of her pocket and went to another smaller cooler at the bar. She took a whine glass and opened her slightly smaller cabinet. Inside where labeled vials. That and she tended to like her blood cold. You tend to get more of a flavor out of it. What was she in the mood for today? Blood of a Liar, misfortunate person, greedy person, innocent person. 'Hmm, I'll go for... two faced envious blood.' she thought to herself as she took the vial and poured it into the glass. She swirled the blood in the glass and took a long sip. The taste was sour as it ran over her tongue, but then turned sweet. She liked that sort of taste, it was unique. She smiled a bit, at the sensation of hunger slowly vanished. Her thoughts came rushing back, as she closed her cabinet, putting the key into her pocket. " Good evening Master, good evening Eliza. How was your naps? Peaceful, I hope." she said with a bright smile. She also said Bane's greeting a little louder so she could hear it. Sister must have been coming home. Oh, what joy was in store of little V. Naps. That's what she called them. Of course they didn't really sleep. So you couldn't really ask about their sleep. Victoria thought nap was an appropriate word.
Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like were in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.
Don’t go around tonight,
Well, its bound to take your life,
There’s a bad moon on the rise.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like were in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.
Don’t go around tonight,
Well, its bound to take your life,
There’s a bad moon on the rise.
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Magnolia | Rae Lynne | Thericho
Overgrown Grass.So lovely. Perfect.
Magnolia had woken from her nap just moments before sundown, it was her most preferred time for waking as it was when the sky remained dusky before returning to its obsidian value. The hues ranged from burgundies to deep grays with swirls of orange and yellow, it was a sight that was well worth the last stinging rays of left over sun. She had crept out of her magnificent bed as always, it was a king sized mattress embraced by sheets with the highest of thread counts, a pleasant tan with a golden hue. Maggie had always thought of it as the color of sand, Egyptian sand of course, it had a much different look and feel to it than any other type of sand she'd encountered. Egypt truly was one of the most beautiful places the blonde creature had visited; she had been intensely tempted to stay. The sand stayed warm, at least for her, even at night and the Pyramids had been nothing but a playground for the Viking. Maggie had stumbled upon some amazing warriors in the country, men as well as woman who had proved to be more than entertaining in battle and provided a little bit of challenge to the overachiever. One man had even struck a different type of fire inside of Magdalene, but it was extinguished with haste. Romance was something that Maggie had associated with entrapment, she'd pushed him away and left the beautiful country.
Stop!
Ahem. Anyways...
After rising from her bed [the magnificent one], Maggie had taken her time to stretch; the whole process had really become quite a routine for her. She hadn't bothered with clothes just yet; preferring to sleep in the nude was one of her schemas. It just felt so natural. The young bodied blonde temptress only dressed herself in the presence of others and easily decided each morning to simply drape a robe around her artlessly arched back. The robe was a silken material that Maggie had acquired in Japan, she'd threatened an extraordinary seamstress and the result was nothing less than spectacular. One would learn that with Magnolia, if she truly desired something, did something, it would be done with elegance, it would be made to perfection. At least usually.
and here I go getting carried away again...heh.
Magnolia Rae Lynne Thericho would depart from her room with the silent grace of a feline; in fact much of the way she moved was this way. It was as if she held no weight at all, that if she willed it her body would float above the ground with ease. Down the double sided stair case Maggie would step, from the east side of course. Her excitement matured with each level nearing the aesthetically tiled floor and her steps became leaps and the playful bounds of a kitten. These blissful moments were hers to keep, she never allowed another being to observe these behaviors that were so contrasting to how she functioned on a nightly basis, how she performed when working, so to speak. The path to the door was not a drawn out one, once reached Magnolia would be gone. Her bare feet would carry her swiftly, her speed was exceptionally rare to surpass. Of her family, besides Bane, she was unofficially deemed the fastest. Though perhaps it was her dedication to the endorphin retrieving act of running that drove her to move more quickly. Maggie would run until she felt the grass tickling at her ankles, it was only at this point that she would slow. The blonde creature could feel each individual blade of green; she could sense its living force and taste its aura of peace. This commonly known plant was one of the only things that calmed her warring state of mind. It allowed her to release the pent of anger, the urge to kill practically anything within reach of her axe. This was her Jesus.
Her own personal Jesus.
Right.
After her speed had slowed down to a hault Maggie would stand completely still for about three seconds, just to feel the dusks breeze before letting her robe slip off and allowing her strong body to collapse into the elongated blades of grass. They were thick around her bare skin and created a womb like structure for her to find embrace in. By the time she reached this part of her morning the moon would just begin to peak out from behind left over clouds, the stars would be opening their luminescent sparkling eyes to greet her. Maggie would stare back at them with her own pale blues. They were not pale because of a specific mood, her eyes did not modify themselves with her emotions, the weather was what controlled Mags optics. The creature’s eyes were nearly always pale this early in the night. It was just nature. She would lie in the grass for at least two hours before returning to the mansion. Maggie would let her mind wander to different lives, possible realities that might have been if she had taken several of the other crossroads. It wasn't that the vampire was unhappy with how her existence had grown; her curiosity was just a need that rejected anything other than satisfaction. Curiosity did not kill this cat. Maggie would also take these two hours, which seemed like minutes in her mind, to practice her gift. She'd push her psyche out from inside of her own head and force it to spread as far as it willed. The Viking found that the more she did this, the wider it spread over time. Maggie had also discovered that once her mind had spread itself over a certain area, anything within was more susceptible to her gift. It had been quite the accomplishment, she'd only told Bane about it so far.
After letting her mind work out its own problems and sorting through hers Maggie would finally rise from the dampened grass. That was usually her favorite part, the gentle dew that coated the ground at dusk, from the cold in the air. It drew up tingles in her spinal cord that traveled throughout each and every nerve in her nervous system. The highlight of her day. So was the routine of Magnolia Rae Lynne Thericho in her mornings. After rising from the grass she would stretch again, feeling the pull of each muscle as it fought against the bone that held it. A sweet burning sensation that, after the tingle, felt amazing. Maggie would then take her time in returning to the large estate that Bane had chosen for them so many decades ago. Today was a different day though, one of excitement for the lot of them. It was the preparation day for All Hallows Eve. Or as humans now a day’s called it, Halloween. It was the day that they could stalk the streets at night and the humans would only smile and compliment them on their costume. One year Maggie had killed a man and drenched herself in his blood, a tradition of her culture, she then proceeded to walk around the town and scare children. Their parents were all so amazed and desperate for her advice on fake blood. How charming.
Home again.
Back to the lovely family. Minus one.
Once the little kitten had reached a hundred yards from the mansion she would put her robe back on, not intending to offend her coven. Maggie would slip in through the back door and casually strut up the staircase, if anyone was awake she'd greet them, otherwise it was back to her room to dress. Her room was her sanctuary, it was filled with her aforementioned magnificent bed and weapons of course. They littered the entire room, it was messy to anyone that was not Magnolia, and she had her own system that worked wonders for her. The closet was one thing that stayed relatively normal in terms of organization. It was her next destination; from inside she pulled out a small dress, it had short sleeves and a daring vee cut. It's material was a soft stretchy kind, similar to that of leggings. Once on it reached just below her porcelain mid thigh and showed a lovely amount of just how well endowed she was. The dress was cinched from just below the breast line to the hip line and a leather belt wrapped around at the base. It was supported by her pronounced hip bones, the belt was about four inches thick and gave the steel blue dress an added loveliness. The belt also had slits in the back designed to hold two axes and one Katana. Though they would not be in place just yet. Down her long slender legs she wore nothing, preferring the bareness of her milky limbs. Her feet were adorned in nothing less than five inch stiletto heels, black and strappy. Her toe nails had been painted the color of her dress, which happened to coincide with the changing hue of her eyes.
Quite clever, if you ask me.
Her hair was not really an issue of styling, Maggie needn't even brush it. The blonde curls and waves fell layered down to the small of her back; it was thick and soft as silk. She ran a hand through it before taking the grand stair case for the third time in one night. Though this time she did not feel the rush of adrenaline as she reached the lowest of steps, her heart didn't leap at the prospect of shedding her clothes and lying in the cool grass. Instead she felt a warmth growing inside of her chest, the feelings of kinship that she had developed for the coven living inside this mansion, her family. Maggie could sense Bane, Angelique and Victoria in the living quarters. The warmth slowed though at the sense of Kalypso's return. It wasn't that she held a personal grudge against Bane's sister, they just didn't always see eye to eye. Magnolia found herself a wine glass and filled it with the reserve blood, human blood, before going to greet Bane.
"Good Evening Bane, how are you on this night?"
τħє Fιgħ†єя
"The basic difference between an ordinary creature and a warrior
is that a warrior takes everything as a challenge
while an ordinary creature takes everything either as a blessing or a curse."
is that a warrior takes everything as a challenge
while an ordinary creature takes everything either as a blessing or a curse."
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| ßane Йoa Ţerichio |
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That's Ţerichio To YouxxxxxxxA.K.A ßanexxxxxxxxŤhe Ϻaster
A smile, so soft, hardly even seen was lighlty shaped upon her lips. Releasing a soft sigh as the windo gently blew across her face. A small shiver ran down her spine as her neck was exposed, showing her hardly seen Eye. A type of tattoo that she plasted on herself the first night she was turned. It was, then, to represent seeing things with new eyes. And she does, no longer did see thigns though her parent's eyes or though some husbands. No longer was her voice hidden behind anothers. She wasn't just someone who did was she was told. No, she tell's others what to do, thought in a more respectful way then most, and they listen. Everything was her own choice, and she got everything, or anyone, that she chose to. She could see how every living thing had a pourpouse. When before she was weak, she was now strong. Everything was under her, she could crush the life out of something with her bare, granet hard hands. She took in a small breath, releasing it slowly though her nose as she though of the morning. It was the only thing she would miss, thought the sun never really did antyhing for her before. The Eye on the back of her neck meant that she would never look at anything the same, a promise that her Envy had made, and kept for her. To her children they Eye meant that she was always watching. Always knowing what was going on between them, and always there to gide their way...though that last part was something that she always figured anyways. She loved her family more then they would ever know. If any one of them were hurt, she would be devistated. Seeking revenge, whatever was left of her family would have to lock her up with the rage within her if anyone was hurt...well, if they could keep hold of her.
Anyways, thats another subject completely, back to the story at hand. Before, she had just woken up and was sitting in her chair, she had heard Maggie's's wake. Well, felt it would be more appropriate. She had been sitting in her throne, the blood not yet taken out. At the time, her eyes were closed as she though of her past, she felt a rush of wind when her Kalypso quickly passed by, making the fire she had set flicker widly before setteling down. A soft smile had come to her lips, she kept scilent, knowing that Maggie liked to spend her time outside alone so she could be within herself. Bane respected that. She too did this ever so often, but her place was eaither on the roof, or in the heart of the woods. She would simly sit, letting her true emotions spill out and blow away from the house. The air would lose its sweet scents and turn foul and rotten with the scents of evil, of hate, and of sorrow. The scents of tar, of viole, and of rotten liqure. She would sit and let her pwoer take ofer her. She wasn't always sure that she hid it well enough from her Coven, but she hopped she did. Bane smiled when her little viking was out of hearing distance. It was amazing that she had found her. Well, Bane still hold the story as she found them. When they first meet, it was only her and her sister Kalypso, Bane almost attacked her. It was very easy for Bane to tell that the woman was a beast when it came to fighting. Her first reaction was to make the atmousfear more calming, keeping herself emotionless until she figured out what the woman wanted. It turned out all she wanted was excitment, now, Bane wasn't sure she could give this, but she allowed the woman entry into her Covan. Seeing an oppertunity more then a family member at the time. As decades passed, Maggie became a woven thread into the Tericho Coven.
She was now standing in the doorway, both doors open and the wind blowing her hair this way and that, getting the more wild as the moment's passed. She looked over her shoulder when she felt her little's one, her Rosy started to wake up. A small simpathetic sigh was released. Out of all her shildren, at least of the women, her little one was..well, very un-Vampiery..well, in the sence that she had absolutly no balance. Bane never mided much about it, she just didn't like that fact that her little one hurt herself more then anything else. It was almost enough to make her want to hold her head within her hand and sigh, of corse she didn't. Her smiel slowly retunred when everything was quiet again. She could hear the moaning in the trees as the wind pushed them this way and that. When her Rosy was fnally downstairs, she looked over her shoulder for a moment beofre turning her body half way to smile warmly and speak. "Good evening Sweetling." She gave a small in answer to Victoria's question of her and of Eliza before turning her body around again, her back once more to her two girls. Bane's musical voice rang out softly and solomly to her littleist one. "I trust the same for you my dear." She spoke out loud enough to be heard, though ehr voice was soft and almost expectant. She though it was irrelivent how eveyone called their slumber 'naps' it was such a new word for her. She didn't like it, but she wasn't about to force them not to say it around her or anything. It wasn't that much of a nusance to her.
She closed her eyes and crossed her arms under her chest, her neck forwarding downward and her eyes closeing. The ink on her arms, the tattoo
s she placed there started to quiver and move around her as she listened to teh emotion's of the twon carried by the wind. They confused her more than they have in a long while. Something was going to happen soon, something was gong to change. She just didn't know what. She figured the town's folk were mearily worred of the black gothic carrige that would have passed though the town, going to the seemingly abandoned mansion on the top of the hill. Her dear Sisiter was to arive at any moment and she would be here to greet her. She was more then aware at most of her coven's distaste for her beloved Sister, but that wasn't somethign she could change all that easily. The most she could do was make the atmosfear more easy when she was around everyone. She smiled when she heard her name, it wasn't often that someone used it. She liked it. Her eyes opened to see the figure she knew was there. "Good evening my dear Magnolia." Her smooth voice poured out from her before she took in a small breath. Thinking on how she felt and how she was. Knowing how other's felt and consintrating more on those made it harder for her to know what emotion's were her's. Something that hardly anyone knew. She respected Magnolia, so she made sure her answers were more truthful then when she tried to protect her other little ones. When she spoke this time, her voice was far to quiet for even the most train human ears to hear, and even for her two loved one's inside. This convorsation was simply for Magnolia and her. "I believe it is best explained as porpousfull. I'm sure you're aware of whome is returning this very night. I'm releaved to have her home again where I know she is safe." Bane knew that her dear sister would be safe either way, but it was still nice having her on her little..leash. "I'm also quite anctious for tomorrow night. I have a strange feeling about this year's children. I don't understand the feeling of the town this year. I don't like it." She spoke thoughfully before taking in another unneeded breath and smiling to her daughter. "How about you my dear. How has your work this morning?" She smiled thoughfully, a knowing smile, sweet and loving like she is. She waited for her daughter's responce.
[[occ:: Slighly edited in the third paragraph. Nothing big.]]
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╟єℓιzαвєтн αиgєℓιqυє мαтяα тнєяι¢нσ╣
wιтcнy woмan
So soft and so tragic, as a slaughterhouse
You press the knife against your heart
Say that "I love you so much, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
you must kill me now"
I love you so much, that you must kill me now.
You press the knife against your heart
Say that "I love you so much, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
you must kill me now"
I love you so much, that you must kill me now.
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Angelique's eyes closed with a light wisdom about them.
'Everything is fine, Master Bane.'
The Master was quite fond of her 'Sister' and Angelique had no remorse, or jealousy for her affection and liking towards her. In fact, Angelique was quite used to it. Watching her master adjust her emotions for her Sister, Angelique watched with her eyes closed. Her hands gripping the glass in her hand--only for a moment she faltered and then she stood, hearing the stumble down the stairs, and a light grin spread across her face, as her lively hippie-sister stumbled down the stairs.
As her sister greeted her, Angelique grinned and gave her sister a sweet hug, "Of course, sister." Angelique had remarked upon her sister's excuse for being naturally clumsy. Angelique did no judging on her sister's part, she felt very strongly towards all of her family and felt it wrong to judge them. Because they all had welcomed her so quickly. The night she was brought into the house; she hadn't yet accepted what she'd become, what life she'd given up so quickly. It took years, possibly decades for Kalypso to convince her that the Master's choice was right, and that she was lucky that the Master chose not to watch her burn.
The truth is, the Master is frightened of fire; having tried her best to hide such a weak fear, on one of her curious nights, Angelique had found herself sneaking into the main room to read one of the big heavy books above the fire place, the ones that the 'children' are not allowed to read. The Master caught sight of Angelique as she was jumping away from the cracking flame--Angelique as you know, is not as fond of fire, but she rushed to her Master's side, beggingto know if she was alright.
That was the first time she ever accepted allegiance to her Master.
Her eyes closed again as she turned away from Victoria, and she watched as her sister Magnolia awoke from her nap as well. "And so we must gather together in our greatness of congress," Angelique's wise sounding words whispered as she sat back against the huge comfy couch by the fireplace. Her fear of fire was well hidden, being in her practices she had to be very closely attached to the elements or she would be considered anything less than a kitchen witch, an insult in her book.
Her blue strapless dress revealed the medium sized pentacle(thank you for getting that right, btw) carved in navy blue ink, right above her left breast mark. Angel was proud of her mark, and was constantly aware of the gazes that the night-owls[humans who unfortunately spend too much time outside at night] gave her. Angelique crossed her legs, tapping her large boots against the cedar table in front of her. Angel only wished to run. Outside, anywhere.
Angelique was never malicious towards any of the others, especially not Victoria. Victoria and Angelique [Eliza,as she likes to use.] 'hit it off' so to say when Victoria was changed. Angelique was proud of how young she was, and how fond the Master was of her, a tinge of a strange emotion pricked at her stomach as she gripped the edge of the sofa. Standing, at full attention, a wave of anticipation pulsed through her body and wracked her unseeingly with pain. Angelique knew something bad was going to happen. But her visions did not let her see anything past bad. Angelique's visions first came to her in her sleep, as dreams she did not believe as visions, just strange, dreams. Her first vision was of dark, misty hallways,a ceiling had caved in, and as Angel stood beneath the broken castle roof, a dark cloud spilled out above her.
'Everything is fine, Master Bane.'
The Master was quite fond of her 'Sister' and Angelique had no remorse, or jealousy for her affection and liking towards her. In fact, Angelique was quite used to it. Watching her master adjust her emotions for her Sister, Angelique watched with her eyes closed. Her hands gripping the glass in her hand--only for a moment she faltered and then she stood, hearing the stumble down the stairs, and a light grin spread across her face, as her lively hippie-sister stumbled down the stairs.
As her sister greeted her, Angelique grinned and gave her sister a sweet hug, "Of course, sister." Angelique had remarked upon her sister's excuse for being naturally clumsy. Angelique did no judging on her sister's part, she felt very strongly towards all of her family and felt it wrong to judge them. Because they all had welcomed her so quickly. The night she was brought into the house; she hadn't yet accepted what she'd become, what life she'd given up so quickly. It took years, possibly decades for Kalypso to convince her that the Master's choice was right, and that she was lucky that the Master chose not to watch her burn.
The truth is, the Master is frightened of fire; having tried her best to hide such a weak fear, on one of her curious nights, Angelique had found herself sneaking into the main room to read one of the big heavy books above the fire place, the ones that the 'children' are not allowed to read. The Master caught sight of Angelique as she was jumping away from the cracking flame--Angelique as you know, is not as fond of fire, but she rushed to her Master's side, beggingto know if she was alright.
That was the first time she ever accepted allegiance to her Master.
Her eyes closed again as she turned away from Victoria, and she watched as her sister Magnolia awoke from her nap as well. "And so we must gather together in our greatness of congress," Angelique's wise sounding words whispered as she sat back against the huge comfy couch by the fireplace. Her fear of fire was well hidden, being in her practices she had to be very closely attached to the elements or she would be considered anything less than a kitchen witch, an insult in her book.
Her blue strapless dress revealed the medium sized pentacle(thank you for getting that right, btw) carved in navy blue ink, right above her left breast mark. Angel was proud of her mark, and was constantly aware of the gazes that the night-owls[humans who unfortunately spend too much time outside at night] gave her. Angelique crossed her legs, tapping her large boots against the cedar table in front of her. Angel only wished to run. Outside, anywhere.
Angelique was never malicious towards any of the others, especially not Victoria. Victoria and Angelique [Eliza,as she likes to use.] 'hit it off' so to say when Victoria was changed. Angelique was proud of how young she was, and how fond the Master was of her, a tinge of a strange emotion pricked at her stomach as she gripped the edge of the sofa. Standing, at full attention, a wave of anticipation pulsed through her body and wracked her unseeingly with pain. Angelique knew something bad was going to happen. But her visions did not let her see anything past bad. Angelique's visions first came to her in her sleep, as dreams she did not believe as visions, just strange, dreams. Her first vision was of dark, misty hallways,a ceiling had caved in, and as Angel stood beneath the broken castle roof, a dark cloud spilled out above her.
A caressing frown pierced her usual facade, her fingers skipping to her black hair, and twisting it into smaller knots. As she does in her trance-like state; she then began to see herself walking into a room, the room was a large room, a room she had never entered before, seeing it as her house, she could not see where the room was. The door was a large Victorian print with a black barred door locking it shut. Angelique's hand waved in front of her for a moment, the lock falling to the ground--in ash. Walking through the door, Angel could see nothing but darkness, waving her long pale, blue painted fingernails once again, this time above her head-- the candelabra above her lit, revealing a large crypt. Walking forward, her hand reaching across the name written in the stone. 'De meester, oh ware heerser van de leeftijden' In dutch, the words 'The Master, oh true ruler of the ages' were carved in stone. Her hand immediately broke free from the crypt as a cold hand gripped her shoulder and her vision was through.
A light unneeded cough escaped her lips. "Master, sisters, forgive me, I must take a leave, for a moment." Angelique stood and bowed politely, before quickly, gracefully, almost invisibly storming up to her room, throwing open the door, to her wardrobe, she pulled out her long cloak and slipped it around her body. Wrapping her waist belt around herself and then, sliding herself towards the window, she put the white hood of the cloak on her head and then she slid her window open, quickly jumping out as far as she could, landing on her feet like a cat.
Angelique's boots sloshed in the mood, and her long hair blew in the wind as she ran, her unlikely heart would have been beating if it had existed;she would have gasped so hard you would have throught she was dying. Angelique moved her arms beside her as if she were really running with them. Like she needed them, it made her feel more human. More like, her old herself. Angelique pushed herself forward as she became closer to her hidden home. A small cave that was in a concave in the land, barely noticeable by animals, let alone humans. Angelique stopped and exhaled, heavily six or seven times, before she trudged up some hand carved stone stairway. Her hands at her waist as she whimpered, her hands against her cheek. The vision had frightened her, as it would have frightened her sisters if she had let wind of it to either of them. Angelique came to this cave every time she needed a break from all of this, and very few times did The Master allow her to stay here during the day,she was scared that humans would find her and drag her away. Not likely,but always a fear the master held for all of her children.
Entering the cave doorway, a long hallway, came into view and Angel began to walk down it slowly. It slid downhill, and she held herself stoically. Angelique then opened a large red door, into a stone room, painted light blue and in the corner of the room sat a table. Candles, and other things were sitting atop this table, this was her alter room. Angelique had fixed the cave up to be her own, and had put a spell upon the door that way, no one could see it,except her. Angelique switched herself around as she bent down upon her knees in front of the altar, and began to chant.
"Divine Goddess, Goddess Divine,
Divine God, God Divine,
If evil dwells within this place,
Please make it leave my space."
Her hands were spread apart of her shoulders, her head bowed facing upward, preying to the goddess for protection was something she did not do often, which was something strange for her.
Angelique clutched her large black pentacle that lay on the black wooden alter. Lifting it to her chest, she breathed heavily. Lowering her head, she lifted the heavy chained medallion over her head and she stood up. Turning and returning down the hallway, and down the stairs, out into the large weeds that grew around the pathway to the house. Angelique stopped, the scent of animals hit her nose, along with the many thoughts of humans around her. Angelique grimaced, turning and heading towards the house, she made sure she walked slow. Angelique wanted to be gone long, she did not want to be near anyone who could possibly hear her unhealthy thoughts.
'This vague holiday will give me the chills, It always has, the excitement that rushes through The Master's mind, and the anticipated grins I see shimmering across the face of my sisters. It makes me sick, to still be so conscious of what humans are like, of how they live, breathe, and have emotions, of how they love. It makes me sick to wonder that when Kalypso changed me I very well could have lost my life, one wrong move--no, then that would mean all humans make are wrong moves, wrong moves, ever since they were a simple fetus. That their lives are made out to be destroyed by the creatures that haunt the night forever, unwilling, or willingly feeding off of the blood of humans, and animals and whether or not they wish to die, or to just....stop drinking. They have no choice, it is like starving...a dreadful, sorrowful starvation, that makes everyone cringe at the thought of it, and I can't take it!....oh, but I must.' Angelique writhed with thought as she walked, her own thoughts contradicting themselves, only making her seem more out of place than before. Her hands wiggled around beneath her cloak. Her long black hair hung down over her face, her hazel eyes glowing extremely bright in the moonlight as she pushed away from the tree she had subconsciously gripped onto. Tossing the hair out of her face, she put on a light smile as she walked up to the wall right below her window.
Gripping the lively green vine in the back of her house, she quickly climbed the wall, entered the window, and shut the shutters on her window and tossed her cloak, belt, and shoes to the side. Falling to her large, fluffy bed and closing her eyes. It was so early in the night and she was so worried over a possible nothing. There wasn't anything that this clan couldn't take on, what was she worrying about? Nothing, it was her mentality trying to be human again. Stubborn, as usual.
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A light unneeded cough escaped her lips. "Master, sisters, forgive me, I must take a leave, for a moment." Angelique stood and bowed politely, before quickly, gracefully, almost invisibly storming up to her room, throwing open the door, to her wardrobe, she pulled out her long cloak and slipped it around her body. Wrapping her waist belt around herself and then, sliding herself towards the window, she put the white hood of the cloak on her head and then she slid her window open, quickly jumping out as far as she could, landing on her feet like a cat.
Angelique's boots sloshed in the mood, and her long hair blew in the wind as she ran, her unlikely heart would have been beating if it had existed;she would have gasped so hard you would have throught she was dying. Angelique moved her arms beside her as if she were really running with them. Like she needed them, it made her feel more human. More like, her old herself. Angelique pushed herself forward as she became closer to her hidden home. A small cave that was in a concave in the land, barely noticeable by animals, let alone humans. Angelique stopped and exhaled, heavily six or seven times, before she trudged up some hand carved stone stairway. Her hands at her waist as she whimpered, her hands against her cheek. The vision had frightened her, as it would have frightened her sisters if she had let wind of it to either of them. Angelique came to this cave every time she needed a break from all of this, and very few times did The Master allow her to stay here during the day,she was scared that humans would find her and drag her away. Not likely,but always a fear the master held for all of her children.
Entering the cave doorway, a long hallway, came into view and Angel began to walk down it slowly. It slid downhill, and she held herself stoically. Angelique then opened a large red door, into a stone room, painted light blue and in the corner of the room sat a table. Candles, and other things were sitting atop this table, this was her alter room. Angelique had fixed the cave up to be her own, and had put a spell upon the door that way, no one could see it,except her. Angelique switched herself around as she bent down upon her knees in front of the altar, and began to chant.
"Divine Goddess, Goddess Divine,
Divine God, God Divine,
If evil dwells within this place,
Please make it leave my space."
Her hands were spread apart of her shoulders, her head bowed facing upward, preying to the goddess for protection was something she did not do often, which was something strange for her.
Angelique clutched her large black pentacle that lay on the black wooden alter. Lifting it to her chest, she breathed heavily. Lowering her head, she lifted the heavy chained medallion over her head and she stood up. Turning and returning down the hallway, and down the stairs, out into the large weeds that grew around the pathway to the house. Angelique stopped, the scent of animals hit her nose, along with the many thoughts of humans around her. Angelique grimaced, turning and heading towards the house, she made sure she walked slow. Angelique wanted to be gone long, she did not want to be near anyone who could possibly hear her unhealthy thoughts.
'This vague holiday will give me the chills, It always has, the excitement that rushes through The Master's mind, and the anticipated grins I see shimmering across the face of my sisters. It makes me sick, to still be so conscious of what humans are like, of how they live, breathe, and have emotions, of how they love. It makes me sick to wonder that when Kalypso changed me I very well could have lost my life, one wrong move--no, then that would mean all humans make are wrong moves, wrong moves, ever since they were a simple fetus. That their lives are made out to be destroyed by the creatures that haunt the night forever, unwilling, or willingly feeding off of the blood of humans, and animals and whether or not they wish to die, or to just....stop drinking. They have no choice, it is like starving...a dreadful, sorrowful starvation, that makes everyone cringe at the thought of it, and I can't take it!....oh, but I must.' Angelique writhed with thought as she walked, her own thoughts contradicting themselves, only making her seem more out of place than before. Her hands wiggled around beneath her cloak. Her long black hair hung down over her face, her hazel eyes glowing extremely bright in the moonlight as she pushed away from the tree she had subconsciously gripped onto. Tossing the hair out of her face, she put on a light smile as she walked up to the wall right below her window.
Gripping the lively green vine in the back of her house, she quickly climbed the wall, entered the window, and shut the shutters on her window and tossed her cloak, belt, and shoes to the side. Falling to her large, fluffy bed and closing her eyes. It was so early in the night and she was so worried over a possible nothing. There wasn't anything that this clan couldn't take on, what was she worrying about? Nothing, it was her mentality trying to be human again. Stubborn, as usual.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDigging your smile apart
with my spade tongue
And the hole is where the heart is
we built this tomb together
and I wont fill it alone.
with my spade tongue
And the hole is where the heart is
we built this tomb together
and I wont fill it alone.
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Staring out the window at the delicious vision she was seeing, she almost wanted to use her little gift and make it all the more real. Kalypso could not use that power, for a few reasons. Bane told her not to, and because sometimes, she does not know what she is controlling and looses the control over it. Though, on old Hallows eve, who would notice the difference between a human acting like a zombie, to a true zombie. Thoughts of bringing a undead army with her in to the human village sent shivers of pleasure through her. It was such a grand thing when you can make the skeleton of a long dead foe jump up out of the ground and start dancing. It always made her laugh; where do you think Día de Muertos originated from? Well yes, they did believe their family and friends came back a few days out of the year.. That was because This little Necromancer would bring them back for a big old party.. just for the hell of it. Back then, she was a sadistic girl, and has slowly become a little less crazed. Though, once in a while, she brings back a few to tease a few humans with; but always during Halloween so they did not suspect the residents of the mansion for it. Smirking to herself as she imagined the gathering she was going to arrange this year. it was going to be the best one yet. The smirk faded into a genuine smile when the wind picked up and she caught the scents floating towards her on it. The scent of lilac's filled the air, her favorite scent in the entire world.. Well.. other then blood. When she found someone with the scent of lilacs in their blood, then she was going to keep them forever as her play thing. It would just be the greatest taste in the galaxy and she cannot wait for that day. hearing her masters words was like she was whispering them in her ear and the warm feelings made her tingle from head to toe. Kalypso hated to leave her home, but when she did; she loved returning to it. The welcome was always perfect in every way; always warm and filled with scents of things she truly loves. Her master, her sisters, lilacs and blood. Yup; thats about it. The feelings that welled up inside this vampyre nearly made her jump up and down in place. That was not unexpected, The Sister was often found not to be able to sit still for to long. It was like long ago all the pint up wanting and waiting was being released everything she moved in her jittery ways. her movements sometimes, jerky and uncoordinated; but those other times. It was like she was some mix of animal and human; always fluent, beautiful, perfectly executed and just pure power. Kal often showed off how truly powerful she was, but not near Bane; there was no reason too. Her master knew what she could do and what she would say she wouldn't do. but do anyways. They knew everything about each other and sometimes that was a little annoying, but she loved it too. Always knowing how her master would react to things was a healthy tool; if you want to live longer then a few years.
Kalypso had felt her little Angelique wake; it was like a slight tug on her non existent heart. Kal had changed the young girl a very long time ago; it was the first person she change and will always love this girl more then anyone else; other then Bane; in the clan. Eliza was special; like her; connected to the world in more then just the physical realm. The connection to the girl, led her to convince the master of letting her change Eliza; plus, she was to burn as a witch if She did not 'save' her. That had hurt her the most; knowing that the young girl was going to die because she kicked a jail cage open? the humans just accused her because they did not understand that the cages had been sawed down to be easy to kick own. A little secret she will never tell Eliza; Kal had stalked the girl for weeks before that night she met up with her. Fixing it so that she will get caught and thrown into the jails. She had not expect the girl to sit around the cell for over a year before trying to kick the door down. That long wait was worth it; the girl was a addition to the clan that could never be replaced and Kal would make sure of that one too. Kal had not even told Bane of her little plan, it was something she had kept from them both for so long; that sometimes she forgets she put the girl in the situation she had been in. Her anticipation to be home was suddenly filled with dread. She had not liked lying to the girl or to Bane that long year and a half; but she did and she will never lie to the about anything important again.. well.. other then that..
The gothic carriage stopped at a dead end that she knew was there. Kalypso jumped to her feet and did not have to worry about ducking her head as she jumped out of the carriage; she was tiny; which is why she always had four to five inch heals on. Though that is not the point of this little section. The thin heels of her boots stuck into the ground and she felt the sudden urge to strip and run through the forest. Now; Kal always went with her urges and did what they wanted. So it was not a surprise when she flopped down to the floor and stripped off her boots and tossed them to the silver haired guard; along with her jacket and cap. Leaving only her thin leather tights and sapphire blue long sleeve shirt. Her pale toes dug into the black colored dirt as she looked around her. Listening for anything that just might be in the forest other then her, the two beside her and the mansion that was still a bit ways away. Nothing; a few rabbits, deer and birds; but other then that. No one. Good; The humans children knew to stay away for another night. The words that slipped from her lips to the 'guards' beside' her was thick of her ancient accent and throaty voice.
(((( like this chicks from one tree hill... no i do not watch.. but i love her voice and that is like.. the only show i know she is on.. ))))
"Catch me if you can."
Then she was off; like a blur in the night she was moving faster and faster. until she was not even a blur anymore. Just a vanishing act; stopping a few times then moving again. Moving from side to side to distract the 'guards' from staying on her tract. She moved faster them; they knew it and so did she. Sometimes, she will go back and laugh at them, then vanish again. Kal loved to tease those around her. Making it nearly impossible for some to not be annoyed by her. she loved it though, and she loved running through the forest. Ducking and dodging around trees. moving through holes that did not seem like her body could fit into. Slipping through the forest as if she was a part of it and it was a part of her; it moved for her and she moved for it. Heart pumping a rhythmic noise to heighten the feel of running; the throbbing in her veins made her feel incredible and like she was not a obnoxious person most of her clan hated. It hurt her to know someone them hated her; but it was true and something she cannot change. They hated her because of the way she was or the place she had in the clan.. and she will not give either place up. Not in this lifetime or the next few hundred.
Ducking and weaving through the last thickness of trees before the opening cleaning around the front of the mansion. Seeing the open door let her know that Bane would be standing just inside of it. She could smell the rest of her sister there too. The scents of them all was almost all consuming, but that did not falter her run. No.. what did make her slow down, was the fact that this door was been replaced way to many times in the last century for her to break it again. Bane would not be happy with her and she really did not want that. She stopped just below the steps that led up to the door, waiting a second or five for the guards to catch up with her. One taking a few unneeded deep breaths; he was still new to being a vampire and often took breaths like she was human. Kal used to take breaths at the same time he did to joke with him; but stopped when Bane hollered at her for making him feel unwelcome into the clan.
Bare feet making no noise against the stone as she ascended the stairs. Her feet having barely having a mark of dirt on them, maybe a grain here and there. When she ran, she used the balls of her feet and her toes. Putting all her weight on the front of her feet made her move faster, and left the barest of `prints of the ground; barely leaving a scent on the floor. Vampires don't sweat or breath, she moved like she was part of the forest ; a ghost. Oh! That is what she will be for 'Halloween' this year; a ghost in the night attracting unknowing victims up to the mansion for her family to snack on. Well, not really. She was sure they would also be going into town with her. Oh! Maybe this year she will 'dress' up like a vampire, and when someone asked her how she got her teeth so sharp. Kal will laugh her head off, then bite their head off! A crackling laughter escaped her lips as she rolled through the doors. Her long slender pale hands pushing both of the large doors open. Standing still for a moment, one leg slightly in front of the other. hips slightly cocked to one side; head held high as she scanned around the room. Her eyes automatically moving towards Bane; taking in her masters presence before moving towards Magnolia, Ѵictoria. Taking in their pure beauty before looking up towards the roof. As if she could see Eliza laying on her bead after crawling back in from the window. Smiling to herself before moving towards Bane to embrace her master in a well needed hug. Arms going around her masters waist and nearly tucking herself against Banes frame. Taking in the strong scent of chocolate; the woman always smelt like chocolate to her; no matter what scent she was filling the room with. Chocolate was what she skin smelt like, and home. bane smelt like the clan and home. A warm camp fire in a damp cave; the other sisters and chocolate; warm boiling chocolate. Her nose had moved to the crook of Bane neck and took in her scent; her pale brown eyes were closed as she did. Kal smiled against her master neck; waiting for her masters return embrace before pulling away.
"I have some fantastic news; Master."
(( done! finally!! lol.. sorry it took soooo long.. )))
The world is a playground for our kind.
Now, Who will stand in my way of having a little fun?
You? Oh You can try.. but you will not succeed!
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A pale white hand slide up to meet a mess of black hair. A soft sigh escaped thin lips as the figure of a male shifted from under heavy blankets. Slowly the covers shifted down exposing the young face to the harsh cold of the bedroom. A puff of moisture escaped his lips as he shivered lightly. As his eyes open soft emerald eyes scanned the room which appeared unchanged. There was a soft almost feminine moan of annoyance as the male slide his legs out next and sat up. He stared down at his small feet then flexed lightly. This was a small boy compared to many of the other more athletic boys that attened his high school.
Markus finally rose fully from the bed and walked into the bathroom connected to his room. He flicked the hot water on and dropped his boxers before slipping into the shower. His calm blue eyes moved over to the body wash bottle and he chuckled softly to himself. It was a brand new axe bottle he had bought the other day. The humor came from Markus' own belief. He didn't believe axe would do anything but make him smell good but here he was wearing it daily hoping for some change in his normal routine.
Once the shower step of the morning was done and gone Markus began to dress. He pulled on his skinny jeans along with a black button up shirt. He didn't feel like wearing all black today so he put a white under shirt on under the button up shirt. He grabbed his back pack and exited his room giving his mother a quick kiss before starting to walk to his car and driving to school.
When he arrived he glanced around seeing all the many faces that wouldn't notice him. He groaned softly as he realized he had his English class that day. The walk to his locker and class was short insuring he got their before the final bell. He moved to his desk and sat down. The teacher began to lecture while Markus stared off into the distance not paying attention to class.
“Hey f*****t she called you name”
Was the words that brought Markus back to reality. He glanced at the hulking male that had insulted him. So many times the thought of slitting his throat crossed Markus' mind it wouldn't be much of a challenge. Markus moved his leg slightly feeling the box cutter in his pocket waiting for use. Hard emerald hues slowly shifted to the teacher who gave him an annoyed look before telling him to come up and read his spoken word which was the homework assignment. He slowly got up and moved to the front of the class his notebook in his hand. His eyes scanned over the class before opening the book.
“Look at me and see but a man,
I am mortal and pure like all men
But inside lives a consuming darkness
it devours all until humanity is nothing
It speaks to me in soft whispers
its crawls under nether my flesh
It tells me I am infectious chaos
that my words will raise the rebels
With sword and shield they'll rise
black ash scar their backs as they walk
and in their wake...my hollow voice
leaves only caskets and requiems.
Now look at me sir, ma'am
See the mortal pure and simple
Whose words are nothing.
See me!
So when my voice comes in your dreams
and the command is given, you know
You know the rebels have risen...
...and chaos comes soon.”
The class was in silent awe all staring at the display. Markus paced back and forth as he spoke. His voice deepened into a cool chilling voice. His hard eyes shifted face to face ensuring everyone knew his inner hatred for them. He had put much into this his anguish and annoyance. His breath slowed, his eyes grew soft and he lowered his head. He walked back into his desk in silence only the click of his feet against the floor. He sat back down and breath slow and content that had felt...excellent. That wasn't one of his good ones by far but the looks they all had we're priceless.
The class started to analyze his poem and once finished the next person went. This is how the class and most of the day went until lunch hit. Markus yawned and laid down in his usual spot under the stairs. He ate his lunch in peace wondering where his friends were at.
Markus finally rose fully from the bed and walked into the bathroom connected to his room. He flicked the hot water on and dropped his boxers before slipping into the shower. His calm blue eyes moved over to the body wash bottle and he chuckled softly to himself. It was a brand new axe bottle he had bought the other day. The humor came from Markus' own belief. He didn't believe axe would do anything but make him smell good but here he was wearing it daily hoping for some change in his normal routine.
Once the shower step of the morning was done and gone Markus began to dress. He pulled on his skinny jeans along with a black button up shirt. He didn't feel like wearing all black today so he put a white under shirt on under the button up shirt. He grabbed his back pack and exited his room giving his mother a quick kiss before starting to walk to his car and driving to school.
When he arrived he glanced around seeing all the many faces that wouldn't notice him. He groaned softly as he realized he had his English class that day. The walk to his locker and class was short insuring he got their before the final bell. He moved to his desk and sat down. The teacher began to lecture while Markus stared off into the distance not paying attention to class.
“Hey f*****t she called you name”
Was the words that brought Markus back to reality. He glanced at the hulking male that had insulted him. So many times the thought of slitting his throat crossed Markus' mind it wouldn't be much of a challenge. Markus moved his leg slightly feeling the box cutter in his pocket waiting for use. Hard emerald hues slowly shifted to the teacher who gave him an annoyed look before telling him to come up and read his spoken word which was the homework assignment. He slowly got up and moved to the front of the class his notebook in his hand. His eyes scanned over the class before opening the book.
“Look at me and see but a man,
I am mortal and pure like all men
But inside lives a consuming darkness
it devours all until humanity is nothing
It speaks to me in soft whispers
its crawls under nether my flesh
It tells me I am infectious chaos
that my words will raise the rebels
With sword and shield they'll rise
black ash scar their backs as they walk
and in their wake...my hollow voice
leaves only caskets and requiems.
Now look at me sir, ma'am
See the mortal pure and simple
Whose words are nothing.
See me!
So when my voice comes in your dreams
and the command is given, you know
You know the rebels have risen...
...and chaos comes soon.”
The class was in silent awe all staring at the display. Markus paced back and forth as he spoke. His voice deepened into a cool chilling voice. His hard eyes shifted face to face ensuring everyone knew his inner hatred for them. He had put much into this his anguish and annoyance. His breath slowed, his eyes grew soft and he lowered his head. He walked back into his desk in silence only the click of his feet against the floor. He sat back down and breath slow and content that had felt...excellent. That wasn't one of his good ones by far but the looks they all had we're priceless.
The class started to analyze his poem and once finished the next person went. This is how the class and most of the day went until lunch hit. Markus yawned and laid down in his usual spot under the stairs. He ate his lunch in peace wondering where his friends were at.
[[sorry about the late short post and picture change I just found my old outline]]
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| Siri ••• Otsanda ••• Alcomett |
The sun rose up in the sky, lighting up her room and shining brightly upon Siri's face. The intese light woke the sleeping beauty from her rest. Just a few hours ago, she had been outside in the woods walking. Just walking. She normally goes to the tallest tree and just sits and sings to herself. She likes doing that. Its the only thing that she can climb that doesn't kreep her out. She got home about five hours ago, not that her mother would ever notice. Anyways, the large black hammic started to rock back and forth with the teen's awakening. That's right, a hammic, she liked it better then a bed because it suports her like a hug...strange, but true. Her arms streched out infront of her and rubbed her eyes childishly before looking around. "I really need to get in eairlyer on weekdays." A soft voice rang out though her room before she pulled herself up and out of her bed. It was Friday morning, and the very next day was Holloween, her most favorite holiday ever. She had everything ready for her costume. She planed on being The Mad Hatter this year. She shivered as the small wind that came from her open window brushed against her skin. It was going to be cold out. Slipping out of her Pagamas she slipped on some Blue jeans and a white t shirt before slipping on her favorite grey sweater. She was snug and warm as she slipped from her room into her bathroom. Moving ever bit of her mothers laundera into the hamper that was always missed before brushing her teeth and hair. She put on some eyeliner and a clear gloss over her lips.
Looking down to her phon screen Siri noticed that there was still half an hour until school even started. That gave her time for brekfast. She sighed, wondering where her mother collapsed this time. She walked back to her room and snatched her Bag with all her things inside before heading tothe kitchen. It was completley unorganized and..."Oh...that's where she is.." Her mother had decided to fal asleep on the kitchen floor this time. Siri sighed and silently put down her bag before walking up to her mother. Shaking her shoulder a bit, waking her up. "Mmmm..." "Wake up mom, time to go to your bed." Her mother said something uninteligeble before stumbeling upwards. Helping her mother get to her room and scilently closing the door after watching her pass out. Walking slowly to the kitchen, now mother clear, she looked around for something desent to eat..Searching the cubbords all she found was pancake-mix. It looked like she was going to avwe to buy groseries again. She paused while the refrigerator was open and though about how much money she had...about thirty at the moment. That would do for the basics. She closed the refrigerator and went to her mother's purse. Normally, she didn't like steeling from her mother, but this was for the both of them. She knew her mother would have a fit if there wasn't dinner on the table or leftovers in the frige for her when she woke up or got back. Her mother did work, she was good at what she did too, an accountant at the only major offices here. Lead accountant too. Makes a good amount, but waists it on the booze.
She took onehundred from her mother, now having enoguh to get something to eat. She went to teh front and unlocked her Bike and started her way into town. She knew just where she was going to go. The very place she worked. The Coffee shop. Once she was there, she placed a smile on her face before entering the warm building. She said hello to the owner and the wokers before ordering a coffe and muffin. Finding a table near the window she slowly nibbeled on her muffen while deeply drinking the carmel coffee. It woke her up much more then the waking up porcess. She took out her jurnal and started to scribble a few things, logging in how her mother was; she normally sends these to her father. It was her way of telling him how much more of a better parent he was. Looking at her phone again she sighed when hse noticed there was now ten minutes until school started. She got up, throwing away her empty cup and asking the owner to save the rest of the muffin for her in the back. Leaving the shop she jumped up on her bike again and started making the mife minute trip to the school grounds.
She went straight to class when the doors opened. It was english. Her friend Markus was in that class. She sat in the near corner of the room and put her head down, she wasn't going to sleep, just rest her eyes a little. Putting on her music on loudly and closeing her eyes. The very next moment she looked up and school had started. The class was filing in and everyone started saying their self poems. She smiled when Markus said his allowed. She had always loved his dark writtings. Not many could understand it, but she did..for the most part. Other people started saying theirs, all haveing hardly any meaning what so ever. When everyone was finished, it was her turn. She looked down for a moment, gathering her things before walking up tot eh front of the class. Taking a deep breath, she redied herself, always getting nervious before a proformance.
As I walk though the new school doors, my light, the light, me. My light, my light, shines.
My light merging with the lights of other students who pass by me.
Together, we’re bright, with a collage of color.
I still stand out. Can you see me?
My light represents me, the child with the ever-changing mind and mood. I am a mix of silvers, blacks, purples, blues and greens, colors of the waters, my element.
I bounce around, though mostly unnoticed and silent as I am.
My light is brighter than others, but that’s just my heart’s warmth glowing strong.
I am a dozen plus five; seventeen if you, like me, cannot do the math.
Although my life has just begun, I live it as if I only have moment’s left.
I started here in Washington, but here I don’t intend to stay.
I want to see for myself what I’ve seen in the books I embrace.
I have two beasts; furry black and furry gray.
Fast as lightning and small as the cracks they slide though.
My mother calls them Cats, but I call them Demons.
I live life as one long audition, sure of myself and leaving with a smile.
Believing I can do anything I dream of; all I know is what I dream.
I dream on a canvas of colors, dreaming of a reality that may never be.
Dreaming the dreams of an artist, and actress, and a writer.
Unraveling the meanings the Dream Weaver spins in the clouds and the wind moving though the tree leaves.
I understand them, and I believe in the fantasy.
Wearing masks is not a new concept. Most everyone has at least one, I know I have many; a plethora of them. Each as crazy and unusual as the next.
My masks are a part of me. No longer can I hide behind them.
They now line the walls of my forever-cluttered bedroom, under my bed and inside my closet.
How many I wear in one day has become a mystery, even to me.
They are a part of me, embedded into my skin and bone, blending in with my life.
My life, my canvas, my story, my song. They are changing and unfinished, like me.
Personal experiences, I mix them with the imagination I rely on.
I am singing my songs of up and down, of my satisfied sorrows.
I’m good, I’m bad, I’m all around.
Me.
I’m up, I’m down, and I can’t make up my mine.
I know where I’m going, and I know the direction. It’s all about how I get there.
I’m an organized mess.
My light merging with the lights of other students who pass by me.
Together, we’re bright, with a collage of color.
I still stand out. Can you see me?
My light represents me, the child with the ever-changing mind and mood. I am a mix of silvers, blacks, purples, blues and greens, colors of the waters, my element.
I bounce around, though mostly unnoticed and silent as I am.
My light is brighter than others, but that’s just my heart’s warmth glowing strong.
I am a dozen plus five; seventeen if you, like me, cannot do the math.
Although my life has just begun, I live it as if I only have moment’s left.
I started here in Washington, but here I don’t intend to stay.
I want to see for myself what I’ve seen in the books I embrace.
I have two beasts; furry black and furry gray.
Fast as lightning and small as the cracks they slide though.
My mother calls them Cats, but I call them Demons.
I live life as one long audition, sure of myself and leaving with a smile.
Believing I can do anything I dream of; all I know is what I dream.
I dream on a canvas of colors, dreaming of a reality that may never be.
Dreaming the dreams of an artist, and actress, and a writer.
Unraveling the meanings the Dream Weaver spins in the clouds and the wind moving though the tree leaves.
I understand them, and I believe in the fantasy.
Wearing masks is not a new concept. Most everyone has at least one, I know I have many; a plethora of them. Each as crazy and unusual as the next.
My masks are a part of me. No longer can I hide behind them.
They now line the walls of my forever-cluttered bedroom, under my bed and inside my closet.
How many I wear in one day has become a mystery, even to me.
They are a part of me, embedded into my skin and bone, blending in with my life.
My life, my canvas, my story, my song. They are changing and unfinished, like me.
Personal experiences, I mix them with the imagination I rely on.
I am singing my songs of up and down, of my satisfied sorrows.
I’m good, I’m bad, I’m all around.
Me.
I’m up, I’m down, and I can’t make up my mine.
I know where I’m going, and I know the direction. It’s all about how I get there.
I’m an organized mess.
She sat down while everyone clapped for her, a bright red blush came to her face. She walked back to her seat and sat down, pulling her hair over her shoulder, she started to play with it, pulling her fingers thought her soft long hair and ignoring the teacher as she spoke. She loved english, but she hated learning. It was boaring for her. Taking notes here and there she started writing in her jurnal again. Spacing out and slowly, nothing was going on in her mind until some of the kids started to move around. She looked to the clock, there was still ten minutes until this class was over. The teacher alwasy let the students do whatever during this paart of the class. She shook her thoughs off before putting eveything back into her bag. Leaving it there she stodd up, passing everyone else who waved and wanted to talk to her, and going up to Markus. The 'f*****t' by everyone else, was really one of her friends. She moved infront of his desk and sat down on the chair that was in the empty table. "Hay." Her eyes brightened up a bit, Markus was one of the few people who she could really share with. He understood deep emotions. He was the first person she could talk to about her mother. He's the only one who knows about her past and that her mother became a hard drinker. She pulled her hair over her shoulder again and started to play with it while she waited for Markus to speak. "How has your week been?"
[[occ:: I wrote that for my english class! Tell me what you think in the OCC thread!!....please...
Also, I'm going to do homework then I'll post for Bane. ]]
