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 Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 8:13 pm
Upon a foggy lake in the upper pennensula of Michigan, resided the estate of the wealthy "Count Launcelot Brousier the 4th". A vampire with money and power. The building itself was 3 stories tall, with gates surrounding 29,000 square feet of beuaitful green forest. The house itself was large and old, in a very gothic architechure. What resided inside however, wasnt always so terribley inviting, contrary to its appearence...
Chilling silence...
That was all that was heard throughout the manor, as a grandfather clock within a room filled with art and statues held its bronze aged hands on the time of 11:59. Gloom darkness was the cast of the room, as a very dimly lit chandelier hung above an odd structure in the middle of the room... A Black mahogany wood, shined to a brilliant luster, topped a coffin with scarlet red trimmings.
As the hands struck 12, it chimed darkly, as the coffin shuddered, the top slowly opening, as a handsome young man sat up. His skin was paler then that of a deprived child whom has sat in his emo corner for the day, as his velvet red eyes gazed around the room, with the groggy glaze of a man waking up after a long sleep. Emerging from his coffin, the man's slender body was somewhat hidden by the incredibly loose robes he wore, a Black cape fastened around his neck and held on by an emblem (depicting a phoenix).
The pale man had made his way across the room slowly, to a painting on the wall, which depicted Dracula gazing over the coast of a brilliant ocean. The man looked upon it, as he pressed a silver button on the wall, which buzzed lowly as his slender finger pressed it.
"Where would that child be? I grow tired of waiting when I awaken for my blasted newspaper." He muttered under his breath. His voice itself was quiet, with the tense hint of loathing in it. A truely macrabe tone, for that of a serial killer on line with Dexter. Then looking to the painting beside it, it was one of the man himself, depicted with a silver rapier, leaning upon it in an elegant manner. The crest below it read "Count Launcelot Brousier IV".
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 8:36 pm
Rima had heard the tone of the button her master used to summon her. She'd been working diligently on cleaning on the first floor until that moment. When she was summoned, she hastilly laid the dusting rag she'd been using away and out of sight. She rushed to the stairs and grabbed the daily newspaper from a table, being careful not to crinkle it.
Hastily, she climbed the stairs, taking them two at a time, her red hair flipping slightly. Her sharp amber eyes easily absorbed the darkness around her. Her tail, which poked out from her slate gray cargo shorts moved along with her movements, her large cat ears pointed up and alert.
Upon reaching the third floor, she ceased running for quick walking. Her master hated to be kept waiting, but she woulding run all the way too his room. He might not be pleased by that. Stopping at his door, she took a deep breath and knocked on the wood.
Rather than waiting for an answer, she turned the handle and stepped in, her eyes dropping to the floor, looking past her too short white tank top. She closed the door and quickly walked towards the vampire, stopping a couple feet away and offering the newspaper.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 8:51 pm
Upon hearing the creaking of the stairs as she advanced upon his room, Launcelot frowned, taking in a deep breath as he felt his chest rise with the intake. His long hair sleekly shining in the dim light momentarily from the flicker of the bulbs. Turning on his right heel as the door opened, he abruptly spun to face her, looking down at her with ever so un-impressed expression.
"Your late..." He whispered, taking a single step forward, as his black cape fluttered with the movement, the vampire snatching the paper from her hands, as the curled up paper was gripped in his left hand. He then rose his right hand, taking another step towards the loyal neko, as his hand reached under her chin, the cold skin able to chill her body, even with her fur.
Tilting her head up to look at him, he leaned down a bit, putting his forehead against hers, his deathly cold eyes looking into hers. "If this habbit repeats, I believe you will become aquainted with my fangs, are we clear?" His hissing cold voice was so ill fated, with such a Gothical Ring. His fangs protruded ever so slightly from his lips, only the tips visible, as he stood up once more, his form straight and powerful.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 9:09 pm
Rima couldn't help but shiver at his touch. But at his threat, she flat out trembled. She knew good and well that his threat was far from empty. She gulped softly. "Y-yes Maître." She whispered, speaking the French word for master.
There was no doubt that the vampire struck absolute fear into her heart. She stood perfectly still as she waited for him to release her. She was doing her best to do anything and everything to keep Launcelot remotely happy, if he ever was. She'd have to figure out a way to give him his paper whenever he awoke, which she figured shouldn't be difficult to do, so long as she was smart about it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 11:52 am
As the glass made its gentle ringing clatter of being set down, Launcelot continued to finish the article he read upon. His eyes darted left to right rapidly, taking in word by word of the printed free press, and the context of which was upon it.
The article itself was one on the new Slave gambling ring, and the prizes handed out to slaves which could win their own in the ring. It explained that there was only a small entree fee, and how any type of slave, shape or size was elligble to enter. Glancing up from the paper with his ever so icey eyes, he gazed upon the unfortunate slavegirl, watching her put the pill of dehydrated pill of blood plasma in the glass, before she positioned herself by the door.
Sighing, he laid the paper out, reaching his long arm out to the glass, picking it up as if it were a glass of expensive liquor, with that sense of handling. "Rima. We will be taking a stroll soon, go fetch your leash." He said calmly, taking a long sip from the glass, not letting as much as the slightest shade of red stain his lips.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 1:48 pm
"Yes, Maître." Rima once again scurried from the room to what was more of a storage room. This was her room. The lights in here, like the rest of the house were dimmed and there was a cold draft as the door was opened. Inside was a matress with a couple thin blankets neatly made, and supplies she used to clean. She leaned in, pulling her leash off a hook by the door.
After quietly shutting the door, she hurried back to the dining room, attaching the leash to her blue collar. Upon entering the dining room for the third time that evening, she once again stood by the door. She held the looped end, ready to hand it to her master.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 4:01 pm
Launcelot finished his cup, and set it on the table, the gentle echo ringing throughout the incredibly vacant dining room. Pushing his seat back ever so slightly with the extending of his slender legs, he stood from his chair, fastening the emblem that held his cape on tighter. As the buckle glinted in the light, the vampire had begun to slowly make his way across the room, to where the awaiting neko stood. Launcelot looked at her for a moment, before turning his head back to the table. "You forgot to tend the dish on the table... I will see to it you are disciplined later." He whispered, taking up the loop of the leash with his left hand.
Walking her through the house, they proceeded to the entrance hall, a grand large room with sculptures of the finest quality. A spiral staircase was in the middle, with other fine ornaments around it. If it werent for all of the beautiful art, the room itself might seem like a high school gynasium, in terms of size and emptiness.
As they reached the large wooden doors, Launcelot stopped before them, as he looked down to his slavegirl. "You may avoid punishment... Only if you prove to do me more pleasure then anger over the course of this night." He said, his tone always hitting such a rythmatic and musical chord, in still such a depressing manner. (Voltaire, that would be Launcelots voice XD)
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 7:50 pm
As her mistake was pointed out to her, and at the mention of punishment, Rimas ears and tail drooped low. How could she have made such a stupid mistake. And as she was led to the entrance, she dreaded what Launcelot might do to her.
At the mention of avoiding punishment, she couldn't help but look up at him. Both her ears and tail raised slightly. With a chance like this, she couldn't help but jump at the opportunity of redemption. "Yes, Maître." She squeaked, nodding. (She seems to say that a lot. ^^; and Voltaire would be perfect!)
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 9:11 pm
They proceeded outside, the large oak doors slamming behind them. The first breath of cold lake air didnt sting the vampires nose, as the strong smell of shrubbery and water penetrated his nose. Looking about the courtyard around him, he laid his eyes on the fine gardens and fountains... He never spared a cent in making his lustfull mansion look more and more desirable. Taking a few steps out, They followed a cobblestone path, lit by automatic garden lights.
Making their stroll through the chilling night, the made their way to the western front of the house, where the lake resided. Staying on the path, the vampire had lead his slave to possibley the most beautiful area the whole house had to offer, the lake illuminated by the fully coloured moon above. Looking upon the glimmering black waters, he took in a breath as he did earlier, reflecting the surface of the lake offf his eyes, taking in every moment of the viewing.
"No art in the world could replace this beauty..." He said very quietly. Rima might have heard, but only due to her catlike ears. Other then that, it might have been inaudible.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 9:27 pm
Rima followed Launcelot, keeping close to him. She loved being out in the gardens; they were so beautiful. She sniffed the air and shivered briefly at the chill. She would have liked to see the area in daylight; but she resisted, for fear of being punished. She looked up at the moon and couldn't help but smile. She couldn't help but agree with Launcelot's statement, which she easily heard. A breeze blew through, blowing her hair.
In the brief peaceful moment, she temporarily forgot that if she didn't find some way to please her master, she would be disciplined. At that moment, she was too occupied with the beauty aroud them.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 10:19 pm
Launcelot continued to stare off into the shining waters, listening to the sound of his breath under the sounds of the occasional winds arising waves that carrsessed the docks ever so much with each glancing blow. His eyes closed for a moment, before slowly opening to look down at Rima.
"The moon's beams are rather breath taking... Wouldnt you agree?" He said, a gust of chilling night air whipping up his cape, as it fluttered about, before finally dropping down to his sides once more.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 10:33 pm
Rima believed that she'd found something she could definately agree with Launcelot on. "They're very breath taking, Maître." She agreed. It was almost odd to hear her say something other than 'yes, Maître.'
She folded her hands behind her back, almost giving her a child in awe appearance. One of her ears stood straight up while the other sort of flopped to the side while her tail flicked around behind her. Her bare feet taking int the texture of the stones she stood on.
The gaze she held on the moon never broke. She admired the moon; it was old and worn, but still so beautiful. She preferred it over the sun, which you couldn't look at without harming your eyes. She breathed deeply, almost exactly as Launcelot had.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 10:19 am
Launcelot continued to stare off the coast, letting out his breath, the exhalation frosting in the night air. Then looking up from the girl, he felt as though it were the time to continue with their original path. Without even a warning as to them moving again, he began to walk, giving her leash a forceful tug, probably unaware to her that he even made such an action when it happened.
Keeping his slow pace, his shoes had made gentle 'thaps' with each step upon the grey cobblestones. As moments passed, and when they finally left the view of the lake, they had entered the backyard area, which was nothing more then a large decorated Tennis court. Although the Count had never once played a game of tennis out there, it was just one of those beautiful and expensive details that simply came with the manor upon purchase. He looked over the painted top, the nets, and all of its sportsmanlike decor, and continued his walk up a flight of stairs in the backyard, which led to a glass door, entering a back porch, and proceeding into the house once more.
The room they had entered was a room full or armour suits, weapons, and various midievil tools... Some of which being torture weapons. Was Launcelot taking her there to punish her? Or was this simply there area he went into during their walk? Whatever it was, he had yanked her close with the leash, unclipping it from her collar slowly, not speaking the enntire time he had done so.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 8:17 pm
He had tossed the leash into the corner of the room, the metal clip making a rattle on the polished marble flooring. He folded his arms across his chest then, his scowl never lightening up.
Looking to her, he tapped his foot drolly against the hard floor. "Have you concieved a plan to abide my anger?" He asked, his anger starting to slowly channel into his mind.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 8:32 pm
Rima's eyes widened slightly. She'd been too caught up to think about a way to please her master, and there was no way she was going to come up with something off the top of her head. Her eyes dropped to the floor ashamedly. "N-no, Maître, I haven't." She squeaked softly. She trembled fiercely, terrified of the punishment he would have in store for her.
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