The Tale of Dracula & his Brides
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				Title: <strong>The Tale of Dracula &amp; his Brides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sansa</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 04:37:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae115/meganyoungtx/mehro9597_zps645f4200.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Lyanna Rose Wright <br><strong>With:</strong> Illiana &amp; Jonathan Wright- Mother &amp; Father<br><strong>Where:</strong> Transylvania <br><hr><br>The surroundings sensed her with a sense of dread as she slipped on small gloved hand under her fathers strong yet gentle fingers. With a tender smile, Jonathan cradled his daughters hand against his bony knee, squeezing it gently. The small gesture of love filled the red headed woman with comfort as she gazed out the brutal, majestic beauty of the lands beyond the dirty carriage window. <br><br>"What do you think, my dearest?" Jonathan asked his daughter with true interest, hoping that his daughter may find interest in this place and the Count who resided here. <br><br>With a rueful smile his way she answered "It's bloody awful."<br><br>"What an improper response for a young lady!" her mother, Illiana, scolded her harshly from the opposite side of the carriage across Jonathan, as dignified as one could be in a lurching carriage. <br><br>"What should I say then?" Lyanna asked with a false innocence in her tone. Illiana scowled with annoyance of her impetuous daughter as she fidgeted with her fingers nervously. Why would she be nervous though? It was not as though this man wanted to marry her? Still, Lyanna knew her mother had been quite eager for this trip and knew quite well that both her parents were desperate for a good match for their daughter. Illiana was certain though that this Count Dracula would certainly be the one for their daughter, claiming she had only heard lovely words about the charming man in the lonely castle of Transylvania. Lyanna was uncertain about this place though... <br><br>As the clouds loomed over and darkness stormed over them, the driver assured the eager family that they would be in the shelter of the castle shortly. And shortly was certainly what he meant. The gravel below them rumbled as though the horses wished to escape the certain storm coming their way while the wheels of the carriage bounced below to lead them to safety. <br><br><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;" class="bbc_font">The Brides of Dracula</span></span></div><div align="center">(http://img694.imageshack.us/img694/5417/izolda.jpg)(http://i1345.photobucket.com/albums/p662/Elvenkitten/470d5691-8705-476f-9408-16c9b18583de_zps04a30c43.jpg)(http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae115/meganyoungtx/mehro9597_zps645f4200.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 05:00:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i945.photobucket.com/albums/ad295/Dariusfallenstar/Male%20Rp%20Characters/934973_153446504833029_850690640_n_zps714c10cc.jpg)</div><br>Thunder rumbled, sending cascades of lightning crawling around the shoulders of the vast, mountain-perched mansion. It was odd how the clouds clustered around the space above the castle-like structure, more ancient than the tall trees that surrounded it on all sides, save for the bare opening leading out to the rest of the world. Weather, it seemed, much like nature itself – given the size and apparent lurid, eerie quality of that forest, behaved oddly around Castle Dracula. Currently, the turbulent sky above, absent the sun, reflected not nature at all; rather, it displayed the emotional state of the land’s absolute ruler: the Count.<br><br>“Time is precious, a burning fire, yet spent with no outlet becomes so….tedious,”&nbsp; murmuring to himself, the Count stood in his grand hall, looking out over the landscape of his home, over his birthright. A birthright that he had grown bored with, as with so many other things. Truth be told, the women he loved had often mentioned how they, too, would enjoy travel, to escape the dreary days and infinite nights and cold of their royal home. It would be good to “let the cats out” from time to time, he thought, provided they exercised control over themselves. <br><br>No more slaughtering the peasants mercilessly; like any good livestock, they had to be cultivated, not decimated at every meal. His brides had to obey and allow himself to add a new member to their group, a member whose blood would allow them the luxury of travel that they all so desperately sought. Of course, in truth, provided the soil of his homeland was near and he slept in it, Dracula himself could travel anywhere. Even in the daylight, with the right protections. But his brides, the women he loved, were linked to the land of their birth and his homeland – as their creator and Lord. By adding new brides, carefully and with much thought, who happened to have a drop or two of royal blood, he could grant them all a measure of flexibility. <br><br>A way to retreat from this huge and ancient place, this memorial of times long past and the curse that lay upon them all.<br><br>Thus it was that the Count stood in his window looking out, the small, but potent, psychic connection he’d formed with a certain older woman pulsing in the back of his mind, whispering of her location. Her location and, no doubt, the location of the surpassingly beautiful young woman that she brought with her to become his newest bride. <br><br>Smiling to himself, the elegantly dressed, apparently young man felt the thrill of conquest, of charm and desire and conflict all slip up his spine. How he loved conflict! How he lived for new things! And in that moment, Dracula was, indeed, young again, his pale skin flawless, his eyes dark pits straight into the abyss of sin, his lips rugged and red-tinted, yet full and tempting. In that moment, he was the warrior, the seducer, the Lord of Darkness himself. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>sansa</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 05:24:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae115/meganyoungtx/mehro9597_zps645f4200.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Lyanna Rose Wright <br><strong>With:</strong> Illiana &amp; Jonathan Wright- Mother &amp; Father<br><strong>Where:</strong> Transylvania <br><hr>With the carriage at full speed and darkness falling upon the sky, Illiana seemed quite excited to see a grand castle appear from behind the clouds. "At last!" Jonathan sighed with delight, ready to be away from the carriage and safely to shelter. <br><br>Impulsively, Lyanna peered her head out of the window to get a better look of the castle they would soon be approaching. <br><br>Illiana gasped with frustration. "Pull your head out of that window now young lady you will ruin your hair!" she scowled as Lyanna's red hair wrestled around her lovely face. Gently, Jonathan tugged on his daughters arm as she sighed allowing him to pull her back in. Perched across her mother she stared her down with frustration. Illiana sighed and leaned over to fix her hair as Lyanna allowed her to do so without any more trouble. "Please try to be on your best behavior? You could be a Countess to Count Dracula. You know love that we would not have had to travel so far if you had accepted the other suitors who had expressed their interest in a marriage contract with you." Illiana explained in a loving tone. "Still be grateful dear daughter that you were so stubborn or we would not have the opportunity for you to be Countess Dracula. I've heard wonderful things of this man. I am certain he will fall for you and find some charm in your surprising comments." she smiled proudly.&nbsp; <br><br>Illiana had a point but it still brought Lyanna no happiness. She groaned with annoyance as she sat back against her seat while her father patted her hand lovingly. Illiana fell quiet until the moment that seemed all to sudden, the carriage came to a halt. Peering out the window, Lyanna saw they were finally here. The driver quickly hopped out and opened the carriage door. Jonathan went out first, then offered his hand to his wife, and then to his flame haired daughter. All stepped out gracefully as the driver then knocked on the great doors of Count Dracula's castle. <br><br>A servant woman opened the door expectantly allowing them in. "The count will be down to greet you all quite soon. Your belongings will be brought up to your room. Please eat. The master will be down shortly to join..." she explained plainly in a somewhat polite way as she lead them all to a dinner table already set up. <br><br>Illiana sat next to the head of the table by where Dracula would have been sitting, Jonathan beside her, and Lyanna across the her mother and next to the Count- against her wishes of course.
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				Post by: <strong>Red Offerings</strong> on <strong>23-05-2013, 02:09:04</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/4275/postpic.jpg)<br><strong>Izolda in the garden</strong></div><br>Orange, red, brown, and yellow alike, they all swirled and whirled around the satin of her skirt; leaves dancing with her as she twirled in endless circles around the ivory column. Her pale hand cupped the carved façade, her expression empty yet serene while the leaves made dry, skeletal noises on the cobblestones as they moved in the wake she caused. Finally, she let go and the dancing came to a silent end as all of the leaves collapsed around her. Reaching up with one pale hand, she brushed a few curled locks of her from off of her shoulder and let her hazel gaze scan out into the garden. Izolda stepped out from beneath the eave of the veranda and approached the aisles of roses, unafraid of the land on which they grew. Reaching out, she let the tips of her fingers lightly glance a petal off of each rose which nodded after the pressure of her finger withdrew. She paused, glancing over her shoulder towards the aging castle as it yawned up before her, defiant against the ravages of time and war. Vlad's newest toy would be arriving any time now. <br><br>Another toy for beloved master's pleasure, Izolda's mouth curled into a mischievous as she wondered if the newest pretty would squeak. Well, if he couldn't do it, <em>she</em> could. This made her giggle mirthlessly as she paused to admire a particularly lovely red bloom. It had just opened and its velvety, bright youth was evident on its fresh petals. Mischief sparkled in her eyes as she plucked the elongated stem, with one sharp, hooked thorn marring its verdant perfection. She spun on foot and wandered back beneath the veranda and into the sanctity -- for her anyways -- of the castle. Through the passage of years, she had acquired her own skills and could sing as well as play the pianoforte. As she paced steadily through the passages with her solitary rose in hand, she hummed a few bars of some long forgotten melody from her motherland which filled the castle with appealingly haunting echoes, reminding its inhabitants that time still marched ever onward.<br><br>Izolda emerged from a passage that led into the great hall, where the master waited so very patiently for his new doll. Her humming faded away and she brushed an erstwhile leaf from her hair so that it fell desultorily to the floor. Her gown swept along the mosaic tiles as she nonchalantly approached Vlad. Suddenly she spun dramatically like a passionate lonely dancer and came to a stop near his side with her arm extended, the youthful rose poised between her middle and forefingers, offering it to him as she bowed low. <br><br>"Would master be wanting to give a lovely rose to his new doll? Pretty dolls would be loving pretty flowers, no?" she said in practiced but flawed and heavily accented English. She didn't like English, it lacked the romantic qualities of Russian. But she was trying -- most certainly and entirely to please Vlad and perhaps to allow her to later better play with the dolly. She lifted an angular dark brow up and glanced up at her lovely, expectant master, the familiar sparkle of cruel amusement dancing in the vivid recesses of her eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>23-05-2013, 03:09:51</strong>
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				A cruel shifting transformed the smooth, pale perfection of Vlad’s face into a rictus; sharp canines appeared, the tips blushing red with a hint of molten fury. His eyes, so deeply human, flashed virulent green and yellow, like cat piss, narrowing into saber slits. And then, shuddering, the moment passed, the rage gone as quickly as a cloud flowing across the sun. He’d been interrupted, his thoughts jolted. Yet Izolda knew precisely how to tame the ire. <br><br>She was his dancer, his graceful muse, and her barbs well suited his temperament. Her personality, as much as her beauty and heritage, had merited his transforming her into one of his brides. One of the few living creatures he would consider gifting and cursing with eternity. The common folk might whisper stories of Vlad spreading his demonic curse to those who broke curfew or lied, but such was not the case; go out at night and one might become dinner, but he certainly was not interested in creating a race of his vampiric kind. Why share the glory, the agony, the opportunity, with anyone he didn’t absolutely love with all of his heart?<br><br>And he loved Izolda. <br><br>Smiling now, the fleeting moment of ire forgotten, youthful mien a pleasantly angular, if somewhat effeminate, mask above the monstrous substrate. One dark brow, sculpted to frame a thick-lashed eye, lifted slightly as he reached out, fingers moving gracefully through the air to pluck the flower from his bride’s waiting fingers. He leaned down, delicate nostrils flaring as he took the scent in.<br><br>A being of undeath, a transformed God, he and all of his kind had extraordinary senses and the direct assault of the flower’s beatific odor soothed him, soothed him precisely as Izolda always had. <br><br>“I have a present for you as well, my darling,” Dracula murmured as he glanced around. “Seeing as your sister is not here, it would seem that you will have the first opportunity.” The man’s rolling Romanian accent was a liquid confection, undulating with sexual undertones. Such was his nature: sin, death, madness, it was all part of the mantle he wore. “There is a couple coming, a couple with a daughter, as I mentioned. The wife is in my thrall and soon to become my slave. The man, the man you may have as you see fit. He will not survive his daughter’s transformation, I am afraid.”<br><br>The handsome, eternal creature smiled a cold, cruel smile, expressive lips twitching back up above sharp canines. “I would very much enjoy him watching as we take his daughter, but if he does not survive that long…” his thumb nail slid up along the stem, slicing a thorn cleanly off, as if by a knife, “alas.”<br><br>Turning toward the entry, the man narrowed his eyes. “Melissa has seated our guests. I must visit them. Why don’t you attend as a shadow and toy with the man? He is my gift to you, and your other sister, whenever she arrives.”<br><br>That said, he turned from his bride, presenting her with his broad shouldered back, narrow waist, and perfectly delectable, somehow vulnerable (though properly clothed, of course) ass. It was his nature to tempt Izolde, no matter how many years they’d been together as lovers.<br><br>A few minutes later the handsome, seemingly young man with dark hair framing his pristine face, swept into the high-vaulted dining room, his accent whispering past his lips, yet clearly audible to all. <br><br>“Welcome to my home. I trust you had a fine voyage?” His gaze slid across and around the table, the mental link he had with the older woman growing only stronger at this first intimate contact, though the Count cared little for her. It was the redhead who fascinated him. The redhead who would be his. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>sansa</strong> on <strong>23-05-2013, 06:30:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae115/meganyoungtx/mehro9597_zps645f4200.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Lyanna Rose Wright <br><strong>With:</strong> Illiana, Jonathan, &amp; Vlad<br><strong>Where:</strong> Transylvania- Count Dracula's Castle<br><hr>Jonathan found the fact that the servant was encouraging them to start their meal but without their host was odd but decided against questioning the woman as she left. Taking in the surroundings, they were brought to grand dinner room with a great portrait of a handsome man dressed grandly. It had to have been the Count or his descendants but only Illiana was aware that it was indeed the Count. <br><br>Illiana sat by her husband clearly anxious and oddly excited while Jonathan was relaxed and trying to comfort his uncomfortable daughter. He had not expected his wife to be so nervous as he sipped his wine and she nibbled at the prepared meal. <br><br>Lyanna sitting across her parents gave the impression of being less then impressed. In truth the castle was beautiful despite the ominous quality of it. Sitting tall and straight in her chair, she casted her eyes down at her plate and ate slowly the way the English Lady was expected to as they waited for their host - whom she was in no rush to meet.<br><br>It was not long before the Count Dracula entered the room gracefully towards the English family. Illiana's eyes instantly went to him and nearly swooned in her chair. Jonathan offered a polite smile to the gentleman. "Yes Count Dracula." Jonathan smiled kindly to the man and stood up in his seat to offer him his hand to shake. "It was a long trip but our guide ensured us we would make it by nightfall and that it was not wise to go to an inn for the evening. I suppose he was right, for an inn would not have offered such a fine meal." he explained to the count.<br><br>Lyanna remained in her seat with a stubborn expression as she stared at her meal. Only once did her eyes turn to the man to see if he was old and fat as she invisioned a Count to be. However, he was surprisingly a handsome man. Still, Lyanna was not easily taken simply because one was handsome. If that were the case then she would have accepted ones hand before ever considering to travel here. <br><br>Illiana must have noted her daughter was making no attempt to properly meet the Count. She wished to apologize for her daughters rudeness but instead spoke out loud a proper introduction. "Yes, Count Dracula." she began to agree with her husband. "We've traveled quite far though your beautiful country sites were worth the long hours in a lurching carriage. My daughter has been eagerly waiting for the carriage to stop and bring us to shelter." she smiled at her pouty daughter.<br><br>Lyanna looked up at her mother wanting to scold her. Her mother was not lying though, Lyanna really was looking forward to get out of the annoying carriage. But to bring her involved to converse with the Count was something she had no interest in. Her eyes turned to the Count and she instantly felt weak which was upsetting to her. The reckless red head hated feeling weak to others, but this mans presence was powerful in itself. She lost her words for a moment before remembering herself and nodded sheepishly. "Well yes. Space is so limited in a carriage, Count Dracula." she spoke evenly before turning her eyes to her father. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>23-05-2013, 18:43:23</strong>
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				“Jonathan and family,” the count said, addressing the room, his velvet, accented voice carrying. “It is good to have you all here, in the safety of my castle.” There was a quality to it, an inaudible timbre that lent it an almost irresistible air. It drew the attention of those around, called to them, bit at their senses. For most men, being around the count was mildly terrifying: something about the hind brain recognizing a predator too ancient, too vast to make war with. For most women, the man was a gravity well of experience tempered with power. Illiana’s attentions were palpable on the count’s skin and he could feel her fervor. The seeds he had planted deep within her mind from afar were bearing fruit quickly.<br><br>A weak mind. Ah, well, perhaps he would do something with her. Perhaps not. He had tasks, after all. <br><br>Turning his attention fully to Jonathan, the count smiled his small, wickedly knowing smile, even as he shook his hand. “Sir, you are most welcome. You and yours. Please, please, have a seat and do not mind me. I often stay awake at odd hours and eat when my body commands it. I would not dream of being rude to you and yours, so please, by all means, eat your fill.” Many of the dishes had quite a bit of onion, though the cook apparently knew how to make it taste delicious, if somewhat spicy.<br><br>“And don’t mind my servants. Many of the men and women from the nearby village serve here. If you hear anything out of the ordinary or see someone in the halls, it is probably one of them.” He paused, moving to take a seat at the head of the table, movements a little stiff, as though he was mildly uncomfortable. All the talk of food had reminded him of his appetite. “They are so fastidious, those who serve me, that is.” And his smiling, dangerous eyes swerved across the table, from Jonathan and to his intended prey. No doubt Jonathan would have his arms full soon enough. And not with wife-flesh.<br><br>What a delicious thought; breaking an entire family like an egg, simply to get what he wanted! <br>
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				Post by: <strong>sansa</strong> on <strong>23-05-2013, 21:13:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae115/meganyoungtx/mehro9597_zps645f4200.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Lyanna Rose Wright <br><strong>With:</strong> Illiana, Jonathan, &amp; Vlad<br><strong>Where:</strong> Transylvania- Count Dracula's Castle<br><hr> Jonathan could not help but feel put off by the man. Lyanna seemed to feel the same as her father as they exchanged nervous glances towards one another. A moment between a father and daughter that Illiana paid no lead to. <br><br>Tensely, Jonathan took his seat to enjoy the meal with his family. He did not understand why the man did not wish to eat but something deep within made him alert and cautious. Was it truly safe here in this dark castle? <br><br>Lyanna did not seem to mind that the Count was not paying attention to her, however she did not like the way the man made her feel. The way he looked at her father... she grew tense and uneasy with every word the man spoke. Lyanna's blue eyes set on her mother wanting to tell her- to beg her to leave. Illiana smiled expectedly setting a hand on her husbands hand in an ominous manor. Her daughter seemed to grow red with frustration as she sipped on her wine to calm herself. <br><br>"Of course Count Dracula." Illiana seemed to jump in before her husband could speak. She was acting so odd- so out of character from the way Lyanna knew her to be. It was not her place to speak out of turn when the direction was clearly towards Jonathan. Both Jonathan and Lyanna noted it and gave her a look of confusion. She seemed not phased at all by their looks and smiled at the Count. 
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				Post by: <strong>Red Offerings</strong> on <strong>24-05-2013, 02:21:23</strong>
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				Izolda's expression flickered with vague disappointment when Master sliced the thorn off of the rose. It was soon entirely replaced by the delighted arching of her brows as he mentioned that she was going to be gifted with something. Izolda adored gifts more than an average human did. Her life rarely included surprises since she had lived what...three or four lifetimes now? So, when Master brought a surprise, the curious elation was completely palpable as she almost glowed with the myriad of possibilities. And Master never disappointed. <br><br>She straightened and bounced a little on her heels, the milky mounds of her compressed bosom beyond the neckline of her gown jiggling as she listened with growing anticipation as the evening's plans were laid out. At last she clasped her hands together and smiled boldly, those pearly white fangs displayed. At last, Master turned, his handsome countenance full of charm and sensual promise as he headed into the dining hall. Oh, Izolda almost never went in there and as her gaze lingered appreciatively on Master's backside she reached up and tugged the neckline of her gown down a little bit, wriggling her chest so that her breasts shook minutely and became further exposed. Just enough to catch the eye of an older man, perhaps?<br><br>Taking a few moments to groom herself, Izolda entered the dining hall after Master and the human family had exchanged nervous pleasantries. She moved with ethereal swiftness to the side of the table where the aging man had begun to sit beside his distracted wife. Knowing the sudden nature of her appearance would likely startle the old man, Izolda's lips curled ever-so-slightly up at the corners, remaining closed so as not to cause him additional alarm -- at least right now -- as she offered him a sphinx-like smile. Her gaze darted at him coyly from the corners of her eyes, thick black lashes fluttering like butterfly wings. <br><br>"Please excuse my...how you say...tardiness? Mmm, I wished to make myself pleasant," she murmured to the old man softly.<br><br>"My name is Izolda, I am the Count's...hmm...sister," her soft voice, accentuated heavily with her Russian vernacular. Incidentally, her little act was amusing her immensely and her eyes twinkled with bemusement as she recounted the fact that she was Master's sibling. Swiftly, her gaze swept the other occupants of the hall; Master, the middle-aged woman who stood transfixed as she spoke to Master, and the fiery red head who so clearly wanted to be anywhere but here. She was...<em>cute</em> to say the least and Izolda had no trouble imaging those flaming locks splayed across a pillow or entangled in her own fists as they contrasted with her pale thighs. She smirked at her own smut filled thoughts and soon returned her attention to her snack.
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-05-2013, 03:52:34</strong>
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				Ah, Izolda, Izolda, Dracula mused to himself, able to sense the gist of her ambitions through his connection to her. She knew him far too well. How he enjoyed indulging and corrupting humanity, in the vast and forbidden. There was a vague portion of Dracula that wanted to see Izolda seduce the old man, though another, louder part, was too possessive to allow anything truly fulfilling for the man to happen. Yet another little cruelty. Of course, Vlad loved his wife and would satisfy her in that way, many times over, across the corpse of her victim. It would be even more lovely if the dead man’s wife watched. <br><br>Not so much Lyanna though. He saw that she was a stubborn, resistant girl, a girl not given to charms but fearful and cautious. Would she remain so after she was transformed, awakened to a new life, a life where only the debauched gluttony of wickedness would make her feel truly alive? In truth, the life one felt as a cursed undead from performing such acts was a drug, heady and powerful. There was nothing like it in life.<br><br>But getting there…that was a road. Would she struggle? Perhaps she would fight his gift, use her newly-gained powers against him in a battle of wills? Oh, how fun that would be!<br><br>“Sister Izolda, welcome, welcome. Jonathan, please forgive her. She is new to your English language and often seeks out any excuse to speak it with men. In her country, it is a great courtesy for the oldest man in the house to educate the young, unwed women.” The count didn’t look at Jonathan as he spoke though, he only had eyes for Lyanna’s response. Her mother, he knew, could care less about Jonathan in that way, now. If he’d wanted, the older woman would have sucked a dog’s cock to please him. <br><br>Which made her boring. As boring as a rose with no thorns at all. <br><br>Remembering the flower then, Vlad’s face – so severely perfect, all frozen alabaster beneath his too-dark bangs – lit up into a smile and he rose, moving around the table to Lyanna. Bowing with a sinuous, almost sensuous, flourish, he presented the rose. Absent its one thorn. “Like calls to like, my dear,” he said, tone dripping innuendo. “I pray that you take this as a token of my overwhelming affection.” And up came his palm, smooth, nails oddly sharp-looking, offering it to her so graciously.<br><br>Such a giving man, this count. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>sansa</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 23:28:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae115/meganyoungtx/mehro9597_zps645f4200.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Lyanna Rose Wright <br><strong>With:</strong> Illiana, Jonathan, Izolda &amp; Vlad<br><strong>Where:</strong> Transylvania- Count Dracula's Castle<br><hr>Lyanna noticed the woman's beauty instantly as she walked in. Was it something about women that made her instantly have distaste for her? Perhaps it was something else... Still, something deep within told Lyanna that this unearthly beauty was not the Count's sister but perhaps his mistress. <br><br>Stiffly, Jonathan was lost in the woman's beauty as he gazed at her with lust in his eyes. He offered a polite smile to the late woman but found himself at a loss for words. His eyes turned to the Count and noticed his cheeks were red with embarrassment. "Oh of course. No fault of hers. Our dear Lyanna will be happy to help her learn I am sure." He smiled at his dear daughter who was less then amused. <br><br>The Count's eyes were not even on Jonathan though. They were fixated on Lyanna. As if feeling his stare, Lyanna turned to look at the Count to check if he was looking at her. He certainly was and she quickly focused on something she would pretend to be more amusing. But her attention going elsewhere was short lived as the Count rose to his feet and made his way towards her. Instinctively, she recoiled a bit in her chair as he offered her his "token". <br><br>Staring at him hesitantly as her mother and father watched her with assuring eyes to accept him, Lyanna's warm hand grazed against the Count's cold one as she carefully took the rose from him. Lyanna looked up at him with blue stormy eyes and forced a small smile. "Thank you." She responded in a short manor before taking the rose and setting it in her lap. <br><br>"One of many roses in your future." Jonathan smiled proudly to his daughter. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tale of Dracula &amp; his Brides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>30-05-2013, 04:04:23</strong>
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				Sensing the beautiful girl’s reluctance, the count smiled, and his smile was the smile of all the sadism in the world. His smile was the smile of a man who had taken what he wanted, always without the slightest hesitation, except where one of his precious brides was concerned. Had the stunning redhead been anything other, anything less, than who she was, he’d have killed her parents and broken her with the aid of his precious Izolda. Broken her while the two vampires had laughed and laughed. <br><br>But, perhaps for the best, she was who she was.<br><br>“We should retire soon for the night. You have had a long journey and will need to refresh yourselves. I can arrange for warm baths and arrange for you to be escorted to your rooms, if you are ready?” The count didn’t even glance to see how much of their respective meals were devoured, or how deeply Izolda had entranced Jonathan. In a way, the man lived within himself – his own empire of age and desire and ambition, myopic one moment, grandiose and generous the next. <br><br>Now, he was eager to move the game forward, to see what the parents were made of, to seed the girl with his nature, to grow and expand and consume. Such was his nature. Never fulfilled. Always eager for some new game, some new satisfaction.<br><br>At that thought his dark, blood-splotched eyes flicked up to Izolda, the only bride present, and a shimmer of desire thrummed through him. Oh, how he loved her! His rose, his beauty! How he longed to share such death, such beautiful music with her! And Lyanna too – though in a horribly different way. She, he wanted to corrupt. To use. To take. To pay back for her venomous, distant glances. <br><br>She would learn soon enough. All while Izolda watched and laughed. She was his favorite, after all. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tale of Dracula &amp; his Brides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Offerings</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 01:08:14</strong>
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				Izolda's lips curved subtly again as she offered the father a smile, letting her gaze flash at him almost shyly out of the corner of her eye. If she didn't have to talk too much, she could play the role of a shy beauty. It was typically her words that gave her away and allowed others to see that she was no maid and had never really been. Reaching up, Izolda gently placed her ghostly hand upon the gentleman's shoulder and canted her head to the side to gaze at him from that odd angle. She smiled openly, alabaster fangs flashing in the dim candlelight for the briefest of moments as Jonathan assured her of Lyanna's helping her learn the vulgar English language. Her eyes cut momentarily across the table in time to see the displeased look on the red-heads face. "This would be...hmm...most...how you say, pleasing? Yes?" she said softly, her brows raising a fraction as her eyes returned to Jonathan.<br><br>Naturally as Master approached the red vixen, Izolda's attentions were justifiably drawn from Jonathan to Vlad's actions. Of course Jonathan was watching the exchange too. Izolda and Master perhaps shared very similar nature's and not just because he had turned her and she was irrevocably his, but in the very dark base of their spirits they seemed almost twin. When Lyanna took the proffered bloom, Izolda sighed with regret that there was no longer a thorn for her to prick her finger and therefore no gasp of breath between two flushed lips and alas, no blossom of dark ruby to contrast such pale, virgin skin. Without paying much attention to her actions, the hand that she had resting on Jonathan's shoulder slipped up and the tips of her fingers grazed the aging flesh beneath his ear. She could feel the hot flutter of his pulse beneath the skin and her gaze smoldered with blood lust as she returned her gaze to him while Master suggested they retire. "I would happily show my Lord to his chambers if it would please him...?" she whispered hotly, her strange eyes focusing boldly on his face. <br><br>As she stood, anticipating that the old man would not have a problem with her showing him to his room, she glanced towards Master, her simmering eyes peering at him beguilingly through her heavy lashes. Ah, thanks to the stubborn, red-headed maiden this was going to prove to be a most pleasing night, full of hot, red lust.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tale of Dracula &amp; his Brides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 01:33:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1345.photobucket.com/albums/p662/Elvenkitten/470d5691-8705-476f-9408-16c9b18583de_zps04a30c43.jpg)</div>Luana hoped she was not too late to play with the new pretty, but now time seemed such an odd concept to her. She spent three hours staring at a dead spider yesterday or was it three days? She stepped into the dining room her white dress making in look like she was gliding rather than walking. "Apologies for my err tardiness, I am the counts cousin Luana." She was putting on a Romanian accent, something she found very easy now. <br><br>She looked to Lyanna "you must be Lyanna...hmm I see you have been introduced to Izolda." She gave her sister a teasing look, she loved Izolda dearly, almost as much as the count and enjoyed playing games with her maybe the count had promised her the father? Maybe they could share him? wouldn't that be delightful? She glanced at the count for confirmation. She hoped she would get to have Lyanna to herself at some point and the thought made her grin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tale of Dracula &amp; his Brides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 01:49:26</strong>
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				A note of harsh disapproval snapped from Vlad’s sensuously generous lips at the new entry. “Luana! Where have you been? Another of your dreaming spells?” Hot red flashed in his eyes, ensconced suddenly in narrowed irises that flashed silver and putrid green-yellow, only to flow back into more human-seeming black an instant later. Smoothing his face, which had become a rictus as surely as any animal’s, Vlad gestured with a sweeping, graceful hand at the newcomer.<br><br>“My ladies and gentlemen, this is Luana. She and Izolda are indeed,” he paused, a hint of mocking mirth coloring his rich accent, “cousins. Close as sisters, though most would say. She helps with very specific affairs here and around the castle.” His eyes shifted back to Jonathan, clearly – to his brides’ anyway – considering whether or not the aged old man would survive their attentions. <br><br>Who cares, really? Vlad smirked to himself, doubly eager now. Izolda was brilliant, a beauty and as sinister as a blade. Would his daydreamer prove to rise to Isolda’s reaches? A little competition might do her some good, draw her out. As it was, Izolda was responding as he’d hoped to Lyanna’s presence – there was nothing that looked better on his warrior-goddess bride than a little hungry competition, after all.<br><br>Snapping to attention, as though from a daydream himself, the Count returned his gaze back to the three guests. “Ah, yes. The time. It flies. Perhaps we can make more proper introductions to Luana in the morning?” He extended his hand in Lyanna’s direction, offering a hand up, even as two pale skinned, but clean and silent men in black livery entered the room, their faces utterly blank. Their escorts, no doubt.<br><br>In truth, utterly broken, obedient Ghouls, worth fairly little, in terms of vitality or spirit. But loyal, oh yes. As loyal as Lyanna’s mother was quick to become.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tale of Dracula &amp; his Brides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sansa</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 02:40:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae115/meganyoungtx/mehro9597_zps645f4200.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Lyanna Rose Wright <br><strong>With:</strong> Illiana, Jonathan, Izolda &amp; Vlad<br><strong>Where:</strong> Transylvania- Count Dracula's Castle<br><hr>Lyanna was eager to want to go to bed as soon as the thought was offered. Anything to get away from this table sounded much better. Besides, after a long carriage ride, sleep was needed for her and her family.<br><br>A beautiful woman then entered though with just as much beauty as the other one. Lyanna felt quite intimidated by these two simply from how confident they seemed to be. Sure Lyanna seemed confident herself... but truly she was just a stubborn young woman.<br><br>Lyanna's face turned to Launa, Izolda, and then the Count himself. The only physical similarities they all shared to be any bit related was that they were unearthly beautiful. <br><br>She turned to her father who was shocked to see such a gorgeous woman. Jonathan looked back at the Count and then his daughter. The look on Lyanna's face reminded him of who he was truly faithful to. His family. <br><br>"Yes, perhaps a good nights rest is well needed now after these past few days, Count Dracula." Jonathan cleared his throat and stood up offering his arm to his wife who accepted with a longing expression towards the Count.<br><br>Lyanna pouted her lips angrily at her mother as she turned back up at the Count who offered her his hand. She took it acceptingly though was not too pleased to do so which seemed obvious by her body language. It was as though she wanted to stay far from the Count as she stood up next to him. <br><br>Lyanna was about to take the Count's arm as most men offered her to lead her. Happily though she slipped towards her parents and away from the women as the Ghouls came to escort the family to their room. <br><br>"Goodnight Count Dracula." Jonathan bowed. "Ladies" he bowed towards the women. <br><br>Illiana offered a curtsey to them as she turned to follow her husband. <br><br>Leaving Lyanna last as her parents were escorted out, Lyanna looked at them all.&nbsp; The woman she looked at with uncertainty and curtseyed before looking towards the Count. She felt a bit fearful and quickly curtseyed. "Good night Count Dracula." she answered in her proper English voice before scurrying to follow her family.<br><br>The ghouls had not lead her family off too far so it was not much a task to be quickly behind them. The ghouls brought her mother and father to their room first. With a small exchange of words and a kiss to each parent goodnight, they retired to their rooms as the ghouls lead Lyanna farther into the halls.<br><br>She kept turned her head back to see how far she was from her parents room before the ghouls opened a door to a very lovely room with the fire already burning and her bed clothes laid out for her.<br><br>Silently she entered with a new sort of fear as the door closed behind her. Lyanna foolishly looked around to be sure she was alone before undressing and slipping into her night dress. After brushing her hair out, Lyanna forced herself to lay in the bed and attempt to sleep..
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tale of Dracula &amp; his Brides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>15-06-2013, 10:51:16</strong>
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				The Count watched the family leave with an odd look of hungry amusement on his face, anticipation mixed with longing in a way far too complex for his otherwise youthful visage. Finally, when he was alone with the other two women, he loosed a low, boiling chuckle. Malevolent at its core, that sound filled the room, hints of wicked things dancing hand-in-hand with insanity in his inhuman mirth.<br><br>Finally, turning with an impossible, boneless grace, the count took in both of his wonderful brides. Admiration, pride, and eternal lust shown on his face. One of the benefits of being frozen in time: the count never seemed to lose his desire for the women he’d turned. His petulance, greed, wrath, and all other failings remained just as crisp, however. Still, he felt the same pangs, the same longing, as before he’d turned either of the two of them and it showed, reinforcing his love and adoration of the pair. With a newcomer, nothing would change. The new one would just be potential competition for food and a playmate. That was all. <br><br>“The father, Jonathan. His mind is strong,” exhaling through sharp teeth, the count continued airily, admitting, “I have never been very interested in men’s minds though.” And then his smile blossomed, “Tell me, my darlings, what are your plans and hopes for that pure man?” It was often so, that the Count would lean in, listen to what horrors the women he loved, had tempted and corrupted, might cook up for their mutual amusement. The count was not a jealous man when it came to food. <br><br>As he waited for the reply, he found himself considering what he would do to capture Lyanna’s utter loyalty. Corruption might be fun, but then again, coercion could be a great ice breaker, to use a popular English term. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tale of Dracula &amp; his Brides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 03:14:57</strong>
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				Looks to me like this thread is fairly dead, so I'm going to move on. <br><br>Most of you are strong writers, so I encourage you to take a look at my small group's thread, located here: http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=174415.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=174415.0)
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