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Kadesha looked out her bedroom window, which was pretty high up in the mansion. She smiled when she saw the boy arrive, licking her fangs as she willed them away. Kadesha walked down the stairs and appeared behind her friend. "Well sure you can stay! Please come in, I thought I heard something out here. Guess it was the plane" She said with a wink toward the boy. She left him and her friend at the front door, and walked into the living room. "So glad we're getting visitors" Kadesha said aloud to anyone who was listening. She giggled softly and crossed her legs as she sat, hoping more boys would come along.
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Emma gleamed at Nate with a light smile, she wondered how long until he was changed into one of them. Then when he mentioned the airplane she figured more humans will come. She looked towards Anya, maybe she would like to play with this person. She gave a nod to what Kadesha said, of course they can stay since they can't leave. " You seem tense Nate, well I guess that's only to because of the airplane crash. How awful, if there's anything you need please ask " she spoke politely, she began to walk. Emma didn't want to be near humans, it has been awhile since she had a 'meal' so she needed to keep herself on check.
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Emma stopped and looked over her shoulder towards Nate, " Sure, this way " she beckoned him to follow her. She then continued to walk down the hall, guiding him to a vacant room.
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The young vampire woman's presence swept throughout the empty hallways of the divine mansion of which she lived. Just her presence alone seemed to overpower the single strip of rooms that occupied where her destination was. Well, in truth, she had no true destination. Not many of them were awake after 6 A.M., but that was the moment that her eyes dared to open and settle upon the rising sun. It was what she'd trained herself to do over the hundreds of years that she'd been alive as a vampire. She had a routine every morning -- her eyes open at 6 A.M., she is dressed and showered by 6:30 A.M., and she is wandering and enjoying the empty hallways by 6:32 A.M. It was such an odd morning schedule, especially for a vampire, but she enjoyed how perfect her timing was at everything. The best part was it never got old. Everything seemed to be fresh with every morning sunray.
The woman, much like her daily schedule, seemed to be perfect in absolutely every way. She was long and lean, standing somewhere between five-foot-eight-inches and five-foot-nine-inches. Her skin was pale but flawless in every way, not a single blemish or flaw anywhere on the evenly toned flesh. Her figure alone was slender yet not anorexic, and she seemed to be perfectly proportioned. Her breasts, plump and round but not overly done on her chest, gently bounced with every slow and graceful step she took. Her backside, also very round but not overly so, gently knocked from one side to the other per gentle step. Her nose was also thin and seemingly frail with the tip in a pinch and brought upward. Her lips barely to never fluttered a smile despite the thin, soft texture that they held; her eyebrows perfectly trimmed into a welcoming glare.
Her hair tumbled down her long, slender back to just a little after the beginning of her round behind. Curled ever so slightly now and again throughout her entire fluff of hair, the bangs of her head swept to the right side of her face. It seemed like a general mess, but it was very beautiful. The color was so surely blond with a tint of hazel. It was dirty and dark compared to her once-beautiful, pure blond locks of soft hair. Her eyes, once shimmering sapphires colored by the ocean within their once-tan sockets, her sockets now held cold and hollow rubies that glared with fire at all who seemed to pass her fragile being.
Each day the womanly vampire decided to choose an outfit of different varieties; this one was possibly her most favored by herself and by all else. The base color, that is, the light and delicate silk that made up the sensetive dress wrapped tightly around her body, was approximately three shades darker than the rest of her skin. The sides, hem, breasts, and back were made entirely out of black lace that danced across her skin as delicately as the silk. Up the sides of her body, down the hem of the dress and the lace became straps up the front of her body and tightly laced around her neck. Small bits of lace danced over her breasts until they came to a little bow between her breasts. On her long and slender back was thin black lace strapped as cross marks from the base of the low-cut dress to the sides of the breasts.
To complete her gentle look, she bore three-inch black heels that strapped around her ankles. They shined from the recent cleaning they'd endured. On the outside bones of her ankles were little solid gold buckles that shined in the dim lighting. When you live for eternity, you had too much time on your hands. On her right wrist was a bracelet, small and made of threads and exactly six shells that she'd collected from the beach of her homeland in England. Finally, her most prized posession: A little flaming cross that hung from a gold chain around her neck. The chain had slightly rusted from too much use, but the cross, once made of pure silver, was now crimson with a silver outlining.
There was more to this simple-looking cross than what appealed to the average eye. Long ago, hundreds upon hundreds of centuries ago, she came from an English family. Supporting the Bible by all means nessecary, the man and the woman bore two daughters and each parent bore a silver cross. It held off all demons that Satan dared to bring to them. It kept the family safe whether they were together or apart. So as long as it was around one's neck, the power embroided within the silver pieces kept the demons at bay. Whether it be in the public streets or in the safety of their warming home, the family always bore two silver crosses.
Yet, the one chilly winter night when said crosses dangled from the small hooks buried into the walls of the kitchen, a true demon -- a vampire -- attacked the young English home. There, the vampire took the lives of the protective and loving parents. To protect her smaller, more defenseless sister, this certain vampire woman who now strolled the halls grabbed the crosses and hid, hoping that the beast would any second disappear as quickly as she'd appeared. To no avail, the elderly vampire swept in and took the human life away from the defenseless child while she bore the cross necklace of her mother.
The burning sensation of the vampire's fangs within the small neck, just slicing through the chain to the cross, sent some of the boiling blood to the throbbing center of her heart, which began to stop beating shortly after. The cross, however, started to beat with a heart of its own. The sensation finally ceased as the vampire disappeared from sight, leaving the newly-formed vampire with a cross that bore an element of fire. It wasn't until several years later that the vampire returned to bite the second child with the second cross, allowing her to have an element all its own.
But now the chain, which was the only connection the mother she barely knew, was worn by this new vampire every day for the last... eight-hundred-some years that she'd been alive. To the new human visitors, she was just an average nineteen year-old girl who had a lazy but fun-loving little sister. Although, no one would ever come to realize the pain and sorrow bred within both of the young women. Both girls, especially the one browsing throughout the hallways, dearly missed the parents and life that they'd been forced to leave behind in order to live here, with countless other women who had the same purpose -- to haunt this manor and the human men who dare to set foot within their seductive home.
Charron -- the last name of her father's side for generations, it had great pride within the family from beginning to end. Though, excluding her generation, every generation beforehand had bred a boy to be the heir of the family. Mikou -- The name of her mother that had been murdered so many centuries ago by the same demon who took her life away. Mikou Elizabeth Charron, the girl who no one ever saw regardless of her attempts to stay proud. The one that burrowed herself within the safety of a book within the library somewhere in the back of the manor, the girl who never spoke a word to anyone outside of her sister. She was alone, and she preferred it that way.
Mikou, the ravishing young vampire, had just entered the foyer when her crimson eye spotted a man and another young vampire, one who she knew by the name of Emma. A classic young girl who, of course, Mikou had never cared to greet. She continued her graceful walk down the foyer's stairs and out the front door, where she would greed the garden's shades with a small, pleasing smile.
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Kadesha smiled as she watched one of the girls show Nate to a room. "This should be fun..." Kadesha said aloud, mainly to herself. Getting bored of sitting in the livingroom, alone, Kadesha got up and walked around the house. "I need to change..." Kadesha said, looking down at her dress. Shaking her head, she walked down the long narrow hallway to her room, and once there she opened the door, closing it after she steped in.
Kadesha looked through her clothes and picked out a short baby doll dress. It was black with red stiching, and had ruffles under it. She fixed her shoes and her hair, and walked out of her bedroom. Walking through the upstairs halls, slowly and bored, Kadesha decied to go to the library. She loved to read.
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