'A Slishy Slash, a dark red Gash, That's Lady Toria's Teeth
Spy to spy her blood red eyes, have you running down the street
No time to cry, just time to die, the Splishy Splash of Human Meat'
Yes I arpee! Name: Vittoria Vittoli Race: Vampire<--That's what she is, but Ima Tooth Fairy! Title & Nicknames: Vit, Toria, Tori, Songstress, Siren, Enchantress<---That's what the Vampire is called... but I am Pyrite, Tori Age: Appears to be in her early twenties, but is really over 300 years old<---Ugh! She's older then me, I'm 75 Height: 5'4<--- 5 inches for this fae, sometimes 5 ft even Brief description of how she looks: Dark hair, a deep brown red when seen in the light soft and sweet smelling, always typically worn in spiraling downy curls, like shaved chocolate. Her skin is flawless, snowy white like marble, lips petite and curved beautifully to acomodate her heart shaped face. While her eyes were once a beautiful shade of summery blue, they are now a brilliant cherry red, when and if she feeds (which is rare, due to her disliking of the act, she will appear more human.)<--Just look at me dammit, you'll see how I look, like a little nightmare! I'm hungry, can I eat your teeth please? Strengths: Agility, Berserker strength (despite her size) excelled healing, Intellect, invulnerability, marksmanship, knowledge on all weapons, Omni-lingual, stamina, super smell, super speed, tracking, unarmed combat, has been known to persuade nearly everyone with the sound of her voice. [color=red]<---Ugh just ask me, I'm sneaking onto her profile...I don't want her too know to much about me... hee hee, sneaky...I'm sneaky... Weaknesses: While the world is her own to command if she so chose it, she is bound by a chain of rules she must abide by. It is mere speculation, but it is said that somewhere on her body, lies the truth behind her destruction, written in backwards writing, if one were to read it, it would spell her undoing, but like everything, it is just a rumor. Than of course, she isn't particularly fond of fire, or sunlight. Personality: Sweet and charasmatic, Vittoria is a child of the arts, and adores performing above all else. While some might believe her at first glance to be pompous and stuffy, Vittoria is hardly that and will be the first to take a romp in the mud, or run free on a beach. Nearly always seen studying, she is both a scientist and dabbles in witchcraft, often utilizing the two into one. She enjoys being a hostess, and enjoys seeing that everyones needs are always met before her own.<--- Psychopath yay!
History: Born Vittoria Vittoli to a loving middle class family, in Florence Italy, she had the pleasure of attending a woman's finishing school, where she was schooled in the arts, in sciences, literature, among a great many other things. Music had always been one of her favored passions, and at the tender age of 16 she was admitted into the Acadamie De' arts, where she finally finished her internship performing as the leading Diva, playing the role of Lucia in Lucia de Lammermoor. All across Italy her name became known, therefore it was no surprise when the Vampire Gareth and his fellow gypsies fell for her, killing their way to Florence and leaving a bloody trail behind them. It wasn't long before she was kidnapped, and turned. Vittoria and a new friend, Everett (who happened to be immortal through other means) worked to destroy Gareth, believing they did (although later discovers he had escaped with his life) she now lives with her friend, where he serves as confidant and Butler, among many other things. Her recent pursuits besides the arcane arts and sciences, have been two gentlemen in particular, Dorian Morte... a...perhaps THE Grim Reaper, whom she regards as a sort of love interest, and her dearest Gentleman thief Sir Curtis Prise. While often regarded as a delicate flower, Vittoria could also be looked at as a bold woman, brash at times, defiant over who could be considered her superiors, a woman with a vast intelligence, always longing to look beyond the box, when it comes to her studies.<---For me? No History... I'm your untraditional Tooth Fairy, I like to eat your teeth, and your bones...I want Vittorias teeth...that vampires Canines would be wonderful...can I have yours?
Her attitude towards the sun brought a warm smile to his features, making him even laugh as he sat up, climbing off of her and settling back down at her side. Of course he felt the same way, such stirrings hadn't taken place in such a long while that it was nice to explore on them once more, though it wouldn't go much further during this exploration. Her needs would over take his wants, her life and safety was too important to him. Resting on his side, lifting his head with his hand, her watched her, picking up small strands of black hair that had trailed freely into her face, not wishing to obstruct the view. He listened, seeming to understand what she meant. Much like the human body, she would have to gather her strength from somewhere and if it must be sleep, then so be it. It allowed him to do his much needed task and he certainly didn't wish for her to witness him torturing a man. As the question was asked, he gave a hesitant nod, eyes darting away, having just thought of what he had to do. He was never ashamed of his work and she had said she didn't mind what he did, but still, it wasn't exactly something you share with you loved one so openly, at least if he wanted to keep the loving gaze she had on him where it was. "Yes. Some business matters I must attend to. Plus Danny wants a dog and needs to be enrolled in school, not to mention working out the legal kinks. Quite a few things to keep me busy while you rest. And when the sun goes down and you rise up, I'll be all yours all over again," he promised, leaning in as his lips met her temple, holding there for a moment, before releasing.
And there it was. Displayed for him to see, the final piece he had searched for, found within the bosom of such an amazing creature. Her confess, her sweet and caring words, wafting over him like a warmth from the caresses of the sun. She loved him. She really did. He could feel it, sense it, nearly taste it if he only tried. She loved him. He couldn't help but smile, nearly laugh, kissing her once more, pulling apart as he breathed the words, his lips pressed to her own still, moving both sets "I love you," he confessed back, feeling a swell within his chest, a heat that had died so long ago. Such a silly and strange emotion, but it truly brought worlds together and there really was someone for everyone, even for himself. His lips drew back once more into a smile before kissing her nose, her brow, her cheek bone, caressing down to her neck, holding there for a moment as he simply hugged her. Timing. He had all of it in the world and now it was the worst time for it. Something that had long been dead for years had stirred to life, wishing to continued with the pronouncing of love, only to know that there was responsibilities to be had. The sun. He didn't know what would happen to her if it did rise and she was not resting. He knew it was upon them, just looking up from her he could see the fine hazy shimmer of dim orange trying to peek through the thick curtains. All the time in the world. He had to remember that. They had all the time in the world. And they had all night. Love wasn't so fleeting, especially not with creatures such as them. Finding a smile once more, too overwhelmed by emotion to allow something like the sun to weigh down upon him, he kissed her cheek once more. "As much as I hate to break this so short, but you should be resting and I getting ready for work," still, he didn't move, nuzzling his face against her, taking in the sweet scents that seemed to bloom from her nape. If the world was to end, he knew he would be content, happy even, wrestled in her arms, his last memories being the way she smelled. Like jasmine. So sweet, so faint, delicate, leaving his nose pressed against her for some time, hot breath tickling along her skin as he tried to pull himself away, though simply didn't want to.
The not so very hidden meaning behind her words were not wasted upon him. He took the meaning, smiling, opening his mouth to remark, once more not to act, only to find himself once more off guard by her. His arms caught her, firm in his grasp, never allowing her to fall, but the kiss upon his cheek weakened him, leaving him defenseless as her lips neared his own. His body rocked with the previous motion, falling onto his back, arm encircling her as he took to the kiss so willingly, ignoring the previous thoughts he had. He rolled, his body upon her own, taking control of the kiss, teasing and exploring it, one hand lost within her locks, cradling her scalp, the other safely tucked beneath her jaw line, pinky finger falling delicately along her neck, brushing gently against it. The sluggish beat of his own heart, shoveling through what now seemed like sand in his veins, flowing like the current of the rapids of a river, filling him with a life he hadn't had in so long. Even his skin seemed to change, holding just a hint of a hue that seemed much more lively than his usual sickly color. He pulled away just enough, gazing down at the glory before him, wrapped within his arms and just as real as the feelings he held towards such the creature. His modesty modified his words, preventing him from blurting out his thoughts and feelings like a love struck star in a movie, but he said it as he could "Vittoria," even her name seemed like a purr, a soft sound, a sigh of a lover embracing another, the sound of the missing piece fixing into place with the rest "How incredible of one such as yourself, to create life once more, in someone so dead as me," taking her hand, he held it gently to himself, fingers wrapped around her small fingers, pressing the palm to his chest, catching the racing beat of where is once none moving heart rested. The beat thudded against his chest, trying to break free, to settle into her ever loving palm, though it remained right where it was. Once more, he took to her kiss, drowning himself in it, in her, feeling what had slept for so long stir back through the life she brought back in him, warming him wherever he caressed her.
The game was dangerous, true, but he could understand it well enough. Even he had taken risks when he had first been given his gift, or his new life rather, even trying such dangerous things as betting his own life. It had won him quite a bit of money in under ground games, but was nothing more than a bit of fun. Stretching out one's limits was just the whole part of it, and Vittoria not wishing to kill was part of her own. If there was no need to, she needn't soil her own hands. That was what he was now there for. Still, he listened, liking her creator less and less by her tales, though he tried hard not to be bias, though that in itself was difficult since he was well besotted with the opposing party. He really didn't need to make friends with that particular fellow anyways. "I'm not a mind reader, dear," he said, after a moment, accepting the cards and putting them into his own pot "Just a card counter," flicking his eyes up he smiled, or at least tried to hold it, finding himself faltering as he found her gazing at him. For a moment he nearly couldn't resist, wishing to nothing more than to bring them closer together, to meet his thin pale lips with her own full luscious ones, to drown in nothing but her, her fragrance, her touch, every sight of her nearly too painful and too unbelievable to endure, even now in the most comfortable of situations. For a moment, she stole what little breath he had and for a moment, he really wished he was a mind reader and not one who just simply counted cards from time to time. He barely had a chance to respond, eyes falling back to his cards at the sound of her voice, seeming to gather back his thoughts. "Of course," was all he said, all he could, as he fanned out his cards in search of her royal "A king? Just a suicidal one, possibly a man mad with passion and love, judging by the hearts," he held it towards her, long slender fingers pressed together, the card the only thing to separate them, and for a moment he risked another glance. This woman, this near stranger, stirred so much within him, brought back an ache in his chest he hadn't endured in what felt like ages. This woman, this enigma, this muse, brought back something else as well. Uncertainty. He was so unsure of himself and for the first time in a long time, he felt weak to her. She could have anything from him, if only she so wished it, and the worst part was that didn't frighten him. What frightened him was that Death now had a weakness and that weakness was love.
(my dear, it would warm my heart, if there was something to warm, to see that you have returned)
His thin lips curled into a smile, listening to her carry on the conversation. Vampires, from what little he knew, were indeed threats, but he found himself believing her more and more as she spoke. Never could he imagine her causing harm to anything, such a sweet delicate flower. Most flowers, the most adored ones, often held thorns, though thorns were often a nascence, they never caused much harm, and her own were tucked away safely behind her full lips. He knew that even he, himself, didn't appear as much of a threat. A towering man well over six foot, though much too thin and seemed to be made of nothing. There weren't many skinny long haired men in the world that posed as threats, but he knew better of himself. He was the biggest threat of them all. And yet, here he was, playing a child's game with another known creature of threats, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, finding it amusing and his companion all the more dazzling for it. "Seems like such a dangerous game, why ever did you stop? Some people do need a bit of fright to correct their ways, I often find," he thought of the boy he had 'corrected' that very day, the blade stabbing just under his chin. He knew the teenager hadn't died, but he of all people would know, but somehow he still felt as though he should have felt a tiny bit bad for his actions, yet he felt nothing. Should that worry him? It didn't, and the thought was quickly dismissed as he pulled forth the queen tucked between his fingers "And she shall join her sisters on the other side, leaving my hand quite lacking in female attention," he flicked his eyes up towards her smiling gently before turning towards the window behind himself. How long had they been playing? Even through the heavy curtains, he could feel the small light of the day trying to soak through them, but the sun was not yet strong enough to be noticed much. Having not slept in ages, he could simply tell the time, only managing to mess up when daylight savings kicked in, but that only lasted for a few weeks. "Any ten's, dear?" they had at least an hour more. He knew what the dawning of the sun would mean. She would sleep and he would set back out to do things that should have worried him, but no longer do. Perhaps that was the price to pay for his everlasting life, his humanity.