<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 9px"><a class="username" data-user-id="1285" data-username="Darko" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1285/">Darko</a></span></span>​</div><div style="/*BOX ONE*/
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Bowie's voice floated to Godric's ears as she breezed into the room, carrying her sweet scent with her. His eyes studied her chocolate hair and plush lips as she approached, settling down onto his lap. Her face nuzzled against his neck and Godric had to remind himself to focus, for everything about Bowie threw his senses off. It would have been much too easy to focus on Bowie and Bowie alone, the little kitten more tiger than cat. He'd spent thousands of years walking the earth, had met plenty of women and bedded them in all different shapes and sizes, but there was something about Bowie that called to him. Her beauty, her innocent brutality, the way she carried her vampirism so perfectly... It was as if the creature herself was molded by God just for him, just as he had been molded by Lucifer himself. So instead of giving in, he decided to focus, at least until he'd explained to her his plans. <br/>
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"This is Gianna Broussard." Godric started, one hand resting on her hip, pulling her closer onto his lap as his other hand fished in his pants pocket, producing a single photo of Gianna. It was an older photo, from when Gianna was in her early twenties, but he doubted she'd changed much in the recent years. She had a beauty to her soft and gentle, not as wild and carefree and gorgeous as his Bowie. He'd drain Gianna dry nonetheless, whereas Bowie would rule the fucking world at his side, her will and desires Godric's duty to see fulfilled. <br/>
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"I am a very old vampire, Bowie, the first to ever walk this Earth. It was God that created the humans, but it was Lucifer himself that crafted me in his image, in all of his spite. I was meant to feast on God's children, the gift of life that He had given the humans now the very thing that would keep me and my children, the vampires I created, alive. Yet God had a... defense, of sorts. He created Nephilim, Angels that had fallen from Heaven, but were offered redemption if they were to rid the Earth of our kind - God's way of protecting the precious  humans. Gianna Broussard is the last known descendant of these Nephilim, who inevitably bred with humans. Gianna is a half breed herself. And if were were to drink her blood, to drain her body dry... Perhaps even if we could synthesize it, just like the humans created Vitale, then our kind would be able to walk in the day once more. We would be unstoppable, my love. And then this world would be ours, as it always should have been. <i>We are</i> the apex predators. <i>I</i> am the apex predator." Godric explained, his free hand resting on Bowie's thigh drifting up and down as he caressed, fire in his eyes as he looked up at Bowie, his eyes darting from her own, to her lips, and then back to her eyes. <br/>
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