Generic Vampire Mansion RP #45(Girls in Boys' Mansion)(Open)

[Khariaya]

Arcadia looked to Johnathan and blinked, of course it seemed like a strange think to think or even comprehend. And even though she knew she shouldn't believe him, that she should yell and call him crazy and leave this place as fast as she could, she didn't. For some strange reason she beleived him and knew he was telling the truth. Silently she just nodded and sighed. "I guess I knew... you weren't like other people I have met. Your like a calm night..." she said softly and turned to face him and she seemed to notice him eyeing her neck. She knew he must want blood but he could have attacked her before now and yet he hadn't.

[Hooka Head]

James sat on the floor and used this time he has been ignored by all others to sort through some of his drugs he had on him. He sat debating whether he should snort some coke, or toke some weed. Having options can be so confusing. Finally, James decided on coke, because it wouldn't inebriate him. After snorting a few lines, James got up and started looking for someone to talk to. He went outside and yelled, "Hello?!"

[Kannabyss]

Markus sighed at the girl's inexperience,"More can change a life than a smile or a frown. War. Pestilence. Coveting. Lust. Even silence. The mind is a fragile thing Sanaa, but i do admire your take on the subject." He stood up,"Now it is time I head back to the manor, though I regret leaving. I hope to see you in the library soon." He left the clearing and walked back towards the mansion when he heard James' call. Markus walked back through the wall of trees and saw the revanent standing there,"Hello James, how do you do?"

[I W 0 N T H E G A M E]

//Sαηαα Mυbαrαk Rαmεςες//

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky

Sanaa was relieved to be alone, finally, after such a mental workout. Her day had been so crazy; how had she gone from a simple hike in the woods to being wrapped up in a twisted plot for blood? It just wasn't right; the house, the other girls, the silence of the forest. And then there was Markus. Markus, Markus, Markus. His words drilled through her heart like woodpecker would drill into a tree; steady, one two three, steady, one two three. She wanted to say she agreed with him, because she did essentially. But couldn't war and lust and coveting and silence be started by something as petty as a smile? The answer was yes. She remembered a decision she'd made not long before she ran away. Sanaa had been walking between classes as usual, keeping her eyes focused on the ground, not looking where she was going. It had only been a matter of seconds before she'd bumped into someone; a young man. She looked at him apologetically, but he didn't return the glance. Instead, he'd frowned angrily and yelled, "Hey, freak, watch where you're going!" From then on, they'd been enemies; war had started. Sanaa often saw girls smiling together in the halls; coveting. She'd never experienced lust, nor did she want to. Silence was her best friend, and how many times had it presented itself to her under those circumstances? Quietly, under the watch of her star, Acrux, she whispered those things to herself, immersed in her sadness. Saying them aloud helped her to move on, to heal her heart. When she came to the part of her abuse, however, it was too much to bear. She silenced herself, and it was a long time before she spoke again, this time calling out a good night to Markus. After she spoke however, her mind started to whir and buzz; she was deep in thought, and bit her lip.

"The mind is a fragile thing indeed. Interesting, how just a smile or a frown can start a war, how it can make you relive your best and your worst times. I have memories, but only a fool stores his past in his future. The future is here. I can move on." She murmured melodramatically. She was alone, so alone, yet so full of questions, emotions, observations. Sanaa smiled to herself wistfully before brushing herself off and taking her place in the tent; it was so cozy and warm, even though the night air was so brisk. She drifted to sleep in a matter of moments, snuggling under a heavy blanket with her teddy bear. He was so cuddly and reminiscent of her childhood. A lot like the people she was surrounded by now, aside from the cuddly part. How many times had she fallen asleep to the sound of a gunshot, for instance, or watched her father get high? Too many. This place was comforting and unsettling at the same time, much like her home.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

[The Great Q]

Johnathan smiled at Arcadia, showing his teeth, including his fangs. They weren't huge, but they were definitely vampire fangs. "I haven't had human blood in about a month. If I go too long without it, I slowly change more and more into a fiend. Animal blood can slow the process down, but it's no substitute for people blood. You have no idea how hard it is not to lunge for your neck right now." Johnathan forced himself to look away, back at his shadows. He took his hands out of his cloak, still moving the shadows in their bloody battle below. In his mind, Johnathan was reliving the battle, in which he had 'died' thrice. He cringed with pain of the memory as he recalled the more personal details, but it kept his mind off of the need for blood and the availability of it in abundance in Arcadia's veins. The shadows seemed to mesmerize Johnathan.

[- - marshiimellows]

Rammi sighed as she looked out the window in boredom. She was right now just simply relaxing in the inside of the pearl white mansion, not knowing that she couldn’t exit outside of the household. Her stomach was right now killing her with hunger, since she was almost as starved as the vampires that were busy hosting the other females. They right now seemed to be toying around with them for fun. Though the girl didn’t know they were vampires- she wasn’t paying attention to their conversations at all

Before she tried to walk away from the window, she wanted to see if she could get out and see if there‘s any food she could get from outside. Just in case there was another window, she decided to only stick her right hand only, or at least for now. When she tried to though, a mysterious force didn’t let her hand go outside. It was like an invisible psychic barrier, except it zapped her hand and wouldn’t even let one finger get outside of the open window. “Ow!” she silently yelped out to herself. Her hazel eyes that right now were a dark brown were widened as she was zapped. Her hand was pulled away from the open window, just in case it’ll kill her or something.

Blast! I can’t even stick my hand out of the window? How the heck am I supposed to feed myself?! Little did she know that the same force that zapped her hand provided essentials as well.

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[Khariaya]

Arcadia grinned to him and nodded her head slowly as she finally noticed the shadows and she looked to the 'battle' that was occuring between the shadow men. Turning her head away from the scene she looked back up to Johnathan. As she heard him describe how hard it was for him to resist biting her and how bad he suffered for not drinking human blood. Licking her lower lip she breathed in deeply and stepped forward so she was an arms reach away from him and reached up and pulled her hair back and tilted her head to angle her neck to him. "If it will help you, I wouldn't mind."

[Hooka Head]

"Hey Markus," James said in a jittery tone, "What's up?" James looked everywhere while he was talking, and he constantly wiped his nose and sniffed in.

[Kannabyss]

Markus cocked his head to the side. James was stoned, as always,"A tad worried. There's no place for humans in our world, and id rather not rob them of their humanity." through the years James was the only one Markus could really talk to because odds are he wouldn't remember it,"And what are you on today?"

[The Great Q]

"You would do that, for me?" asked Johnathan in surprise. "If I... If I bite you, you'll turn into a vampire, like me. There's no exceptions, no going back. Are you alright with that?" Johnathan stepped in closer to Arcadia as he awaited her response.

[I W 0 N T H E G A M E]

//Sαηαα Mυbαrαk Rαmεςες//

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky

It was a bit surprising, but quickly, although she'd just fallen asleep, Sanaa's mind found its way into dream mode. Phantasmagoric colors faded in and out of sight like a flag waving in the breeze, she saw beautifully illustrated storybook pictures of lions and tigers and bears. Soon, however, her dreams of peace and wonder changed; now she was alone on a hill, it's grass dead and withered, almost black; there was no sun in this place, she noticed. Everything was dull and dry, other than the sky. It was a burning red, a blood red that chilled her to the bone. She wheeled around, startled by a sound; birds, crows, ravens, all cawing a melancholy song, a song of death and despair. What she saw next horrified her more than anything she'd ever witnessed. There, lying mangled and bloodied on the ground...No, it couldn't be; this was a dream, it wasn't real. He'd just been with her a moment ago, hadn't he?Sanaa screamed and turned back around, collapsing, sobbing. She'd seen him, it was real. Markus, on the ground, dead and cold, holding her teddy bear...Stuffing was strewn everywhere, fluffy and white, some turned red from the blood. What had happened to him? A voice called to her, a voice very familiar, a voice she hated with every ounce of her being.

"Suffering. Hatred. Pain. It's war, Sanaa. And how did it all start? Wipe that startled look off your face this instant, missy!" Her father yelled, threatening to hit her. Where had he come from? She cowered, taking cover by placing her hands on her face.

"You and I both know the answer. Keep smiling, girl, or this is gonna be your future. Just pretend everything's alright, that's the way to prevent this unfortunate event. I'll be watching you, girl. Smile. Oh, and, I don't want to ever see you talking to this monster again. I'd be happy to make sure that the next time you see him, he looks like this." He was gone, just like that, after kicking Markus' body and smiling.

Sanaa bolted upright, making the tent tip over, and screamed, her eyes glazed over with tears. It was a nightmare, followed by a night terror; the worst possible combination of subconscious processes that could ail her that night. She screamed and cried and yelled and sobbed, not fully conscious, not realizing what was going on. She was forced to sit there, reliving her worst experiences, living a possible future, watching the one person she actually slightly cared about be treated like a dog - being treated like...like...No. He was back, tormenting her.

"Daddy, no, please, please! Daddy! I will, I will, I promise! Just don't hurt him! Please, don't hurt Markus! I'll do anything!" She yelled, her body going limp although she still screamed, on and on and on.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

[Khariaya]

Arcadia bit her lip as much as she was willingly to give him some blood to help him she wasn't so sure she would yet give away her humanity. "What if I give a... 'donation' of blood make. Pour my blood into a cup and then you drink, that way I don't change then I can give you more later." she offered her voice soft as she looked up to him as he stepped closer.

[Grand Necro Chyr]

Razvan had reached the upper floor he opened the door to the balcony, only to stumble once again on a scene he did not expect. He stood silently for a second, not knowing what to do. Suddenly his face becomes serious. He stares out into the distance. Running faster than any human, he rushes to the edge and jumps off the balcony, red coat trailing behind him like a three dimensional shadow. On his way down he notices two of his fellow vampires chatting. He darts over to them. “You had better tell me you heard that. Out in the woods.”

[I W 0 N T H E G A M E]

//Sαηαα Mυbαrαk Rαmεςες//

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky

In several moments, everything was back to normal; Sanaa was awake, finally, finally able to control what flowed through her mind, and it was a relief to her just to find herself breathing. Her day had been hectic, she'd been sleepless, night after night, no wonder she had that nightmare. Of course, she didn't remember a thing about the night terror. All she knew was that she'd been crying in her sleep; her throat was sore and her eyes stung. But still...Those images were burned into her memory. She would never forget the sight of Markus lying there...And her father. How she hated him, no one would understand. He'd abused her and made her feel like trash, he'd turned a gun on her; it would be no surprise if he actually wound up doing that to Markus, or even herself. Unfortunately, he hadn't been arrested and reprimanded, there were no witnesses. Sanaa had left right after the incident. It was odd, how things worked out. She decided to take a breather; all her flailing around in the tent had made it extremely stuffy. Silently unzipping the front side, she slipped out of her prison and stared up at the sky, her teddy bear clutched to her chest.

"Acrux, protect me. Please. Many of our fears are tissue-paper-thin, and a single courageous step would carry us clear through them, and Brendan Francis once said." She whispered.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

[Kannabyss]

Markus jerked his head toward the screams. He recognized it at once as Sanaa. His initial thought was that she was being attacked by something, and as he started in that direction he turned to Razvan,"Tell the others not to worry. It's probably nothing." He walked calmly into the woods but once he was behind the veil of green, he pulled down his sleeve and bit his wrist. Fresh blood started pooling in his right hand, and it took the form of a sword. Markus' blood hardened to a sharp edge and point, and he sprinted off into the woods. He was there in a matter of seconds, blood sword at the ready. Markus came bursting into the clearing ready to kill something, but when he saw that the girl was alive he immediately dropped his guard, letting his arms fall limp at his sides. The blood turned to liquid and made it's way back into his veins after which the bite marks closed themselves. He walked briskly up to Sanaa and turned her towards him, a hand on each shoulder,"What frightened you?" all earlier reformity was lost with the question. Markus' voice was cold, and his eyes were lit up like flames.