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</div></div><br/>Name: Rose Woods<br/>Age: 536<br/>Age Appearance: 21<br/>Race: Vampire<br/>Height: 5"<br/>Personality: Dominate, strangely caring, Independent, strong minded, protective of what is hers, secretive, playful.<br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>A dark eerie Manor stood tall but hidden, with only the very tips of the roof showing though the heave trees around it. IT had been there for many, many years. To the point where no one remembers when it was even first built. The manor was never always such a dark and mysterious place, nor where the owners who lived inside. But over the years, nature over run the gardens, hiding and covering up the once beautiful building that was a highlight of the town. The owners seemed to hide away from the town in fear of not the towns people but of what they would do to them. <br/><br/>It was a large price to pay for love. Having ones mortality taken away from them for ever. Just like every love story, a young women fell in love with a handsome guy. Things seemed almost perfect for the two, though like every story a twist was with them. How could a Vampire and a plain Human live happily together...for ever? Clearly not. Rose was deeply in love and agreed to go though with the change, so that she could very be with her lover. <br/><br/>Though the her lover had a darker side, one which he didn't show until she had change. For she wasn't his first mistress, nor was she the only one. It seemed he had a string a ladies all at his call and need. To him she was no more the a trophy, with her beauty and grace. This wasn't a life that she wanted to lead, though he seemed more then happy with things and so did many of his other trophy wife's. With years of hating of what had happen to her and how she regretted doing what she had done, one thing she knew for sure had to change. It was either for her to die and escape this world that she now lived or kill the one thing that made this all happen and for her to have some chance of happiness. <br/><br/>To rose there was no choice, although she wasn't happy with the kind of life she lived, she loved living. When he wasn't around she was happy. So on a dark stormy night, when the moon was at it's biggest and a passionate night affair was taking place, Rose pulled a dagger into her lover. In his ear she whispered, before he turned to dust "It's surprisingly easy to kill someone with no heart. Maria, Rebecca, Sarah, Chevonne...They where great little practices before I killed you." The four women she had names where his most priced processions and would always look down on her and treated her like dirt. Well practice makes perfect they say...and she had fun practicing. <br/><br/>Many years later Rose tried to full in love again but each time just seemed to have less meaning. In the end she gave up on love, after all the one good thing that come out of relationships was the passion and love making. If you took that away, well your no more just friends or acquaintances and to Rose this had a better appeal then starting up another love tale that was sure to end badly again. Beside not many men could put up with her. Not with how dominating she had become in the bedroom department. She liked to be in control, to be able to do what every she liked to the men for her to be dominant to them. <br/><br/>Now Rose lived in her Manor with just her butler Charles as company. Happily she feeds on pigs and cows blood with the odd blood donation from one or two lovers. Even the local hospital would send her a few blood bags, but always for a price for new equipment for there hospital, which she didn't mind. Rose tried to help out her town, though always under an unknown name so no one would find out about her. She even worked under a different name, though keeping her surname alive. She owned her own Fashion and Interiors company. Being the head boss she was able to work from home and never see any of her staff. Just the odd client here and there that would bring in the big bucks. It was odd thing for a Vampire to do, but hey she had to help pass the time some how and besides money wasn't going to last forever.   <br/><br/>Although over the years the town has changed and demons and other beings would pass though, a Vampire was something much different. After all Demons weren't known to drink peoples blood. No Rose had always thought best that she kept herself to her self and only 'played' with a certain few people and trusted one man, Charles. <br/></span><br/>~~~<br/><br/>It was quite a lovely night, the moon was high in the sky shinning with stars shinning along side it. Rose was taking a late night walk along her grave yard that was at the bottom of her garden. It had all of her family berried here and even some close friends of the family. It was always a peaceful where she liked to go and she didn't have to worry about anyone finding out about her. Well apart from the odd stranger that seemed to like to come here too. He looked to be around 17 maybe 18 and there was a certain feel about him that was different from most of the towns people. She knew this by the scent of his blood, he smelt different and he always coursed her fangs to appear ever so slightly.<br/><br/>Each time she notice him in the graveyard she wanted to find out more about him, but she just hid behind the trees and watched him for a moment before heading back into her Manor. He seemed to young a sweet for the things she would like to do to him, so she never let herself to go and find out more about him. To find out why he smelt so delicious.<br/><br/>As she was about to head off back to her Manor she heard footsteps and panting for breath, looking around where she was, she tried to spot who and where the noise was coming from. She smelt him before she saw him and the scent of him was very strong. It was the same young man who would visits the graveyard quite often. Quickly she hid behind a large tree, looking over towards. At first it looked like he sprained his ankle or something with the way he was limping but the she saw all the blood that he was covered in and the yelling of people not too far away, say that he was a goner already.<br/><br/>It wasn't till he fell to the ground that she decided that she needed to help him. When Rose reached him he was unconscious but she could tell he was still alive, just. Although it was week, she could see his blood pumping round his body and the large pool of blood that now surrounded him. Rose called out to Charles. "Charlies!....Charlies! I need your help!" She called but she knew if she waited the young man would less likely survive. Kneeling down next to him she used her fang to cut her finger open. One of the good points about being a vampire was the fact your blood was able to heal human cuts and injuries, though she knew without taking a closer look at him that his wounds where much to deep to be healed with just a prick of her finger. He would need to drink some of her blood and be looked after over night a least.<br/><br/>With the cut on her hand she placed a few drop in his mouth. This wasn't going to be enough to heal wounds but it would help him from stop loosing so much blood. Rose then started to trace her own blood over some of his smaller wounds, making them disappear almost instantly. All the mean while she tried with all her will and might not to taste one drop of his blood. She knew if she had just a single drop that she would want more and more of him. Rose Knelt down close to him and took a deep breath of the scent of his blood in. Her fangs grew fast and ached for his blood but quickly Charles appeared.<br/><br/>Turning to face him she stood up. "Take him back to the house and place him in the room next to mine please." she asked as she watched him do as she said. Looking towards her he replied "Is that wise? Next to your room Miss?" the concern was clear on his face but Rose nodded. "You'll stay with him please." she added and she allowed him to head to the Manor first. Looking down at her finger, she could smell his blood on her hands. For a split second she was about to lick it off and final taste the sweet scent she had been smelling for a while now, but instead she whipped the blood on her cloths and caught up with Charles.<br/><br/>Once in the Manor she allowed Charles to put the young man in bed as she fetched some water and a cloth to help clean him up. Gently walking in with the bowl of warm water she sat on the end of the bed and started to undress him, starting with his shirt. Lightly she dabbed away the blood and the extent of the wounds become clear. "His going to need a few drops of my blood each hour. These wounds are deep and need to be treated slowly so not to course infection or anything else to him." she said over to Charles who seemed to know what he had to do. He left the room in need for a needle and a few moments later he was drawing some blood from her veins. The sliver needle course her much pain but it was all in need for a good cause. Once that was done she placed a few drops into his mouth and continued on cleaning away the blood.<br/><br/>Rose was surprised to find out how much blood was on his face, since there didn't seem to be any cuts or injures to his face. It almost looked as it the blood was coming form his eyes, like tears. Deciding not to dwell on this point she finished with the job at hand. Once he was cleaned up and bandage she placed the bed sheets over him and sat in the chair next to him bed. Every hour or so she would wake and place a few drops of her blood into his mouth. The wounds seemed to responding well and where healing quite nicely, though it would be a few days at least till he would be back to his normal self. Lightly she sat back down in her chair with a soft blanket around her and waited for the next few hours to pass or for him to wake.