Sinner's All [Wisti & Kyrsa & Falanor]
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				Title: <strong>Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 04:52:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrowkpPJgd1qe8p5xo1_500.jpg)</div>Flame colored hair tossed in the wind as a young woman went hurtling through the air, a fierce joy lighting up the midnight black blue eyes. Eyes that often unsettled those that found themselves the focus of them, eyes that seemed out of place with the pale golden red hair that whipped around her delicate features. Certainly the other women on the ground shook their heads but went on their way rather then linger to lecture the girl. <br><br><em>Witchling!</em><br><br>A voice cracked through her mind and drew Aaralyn Daemarion up short just before she would have gone over the wall. Of course stopping her flight through the air meant that she dropped back to the ground, and the force of the mental connection meant that she did so by finding her ass thumping the poor flora of the garden along the wall. Muttering savagely under her breath she picked herself up again, cursing the energy she had wasted for nothing thanks to Eaerik figuring out her plan before she had even made it off the grounds. Shit. <br><br>At least she hadn’t wasted too much energy, and it had been deliberately stored in a crystal rather then using what was held by her own body. The fact that she had made several such storage units, of course, was a secret. That was a scolding she didn’t want to get, either from the Empress or her wonderful guardian. On her feet she sighed and dug a hair tie out of the pocket of her worn low riding jeans and threw up the mass&nbsp; of her hair into a messy bun, pulling it away from the features that perhaps were a touch too angular, though that had more to do with her lack of care for her body then anything. <br><br>Carefully she got out of the flower bed that had suffered through her fall, mindful of where her booted feet stepped before getting to the grass and stomping on it back toward the main house of the Coven Compound. Empress Bitch was going to be in a snit, no doubt, but Aara was so sick of people telling her what she could and couldn’t do, where she could go and who she could talk to. She was twenty three now for heaven’s sake, well past any age restrictions that should be put on her, at least in her mind. <br><br><em>Witchling, you really didn’t think we wouldn’t notice did you?</em> <br><br>The voice came softly, trying to be soothing as if the damn male knew he was tiptoeing on the edge of her anger. As well he should sooth her, she was after all the most powerful witch in the Coven, thanks to the fact that her divine ‘ancestor’ was in fact her mother. The blood running through her veins packed one hell of a punch.&nbsp; The redhead’s eyes rolled even as two sister witches moved out of her way on the path, clearly wanting to avoid the infamous ‘hell’s angel’. Such a wonderful nickname too that. <br><br><em>No, I just figured you would realize how ridiculous stopping me was. After all I will get out sooner or later Eaerik, you can’t keep me in here forever. I am an adult…</em><br><br><em>Not by your mother’s people’s standards.</em> Came the sharp retort that cut her off. Her mother, of course, it all led back to that, to the woman that Aaralyn could hardly remember who had left her to the custody of the Coven at the age of eight. Memories from the time before were spotty at best. <br><br>The same old frustration welled inside her even as her high heeled leather boots smacked smartly against the marble stairs of the entrance to the Coven; born of a angel and left here, more powerful then most but not powerful enough, too young, all those words, the pitying and fearing eyes, it was too much and she just wanted out. She wanted to be nameless, faceless, just another person in a crowd. In her mood she lashed out with what was left of the crystal she had been intending to use to escape, they would take it anyway, and threw open the doors without touching them, cold winds surrounding her. <br><br>And waiting for her, directly in the center of the bottom stair of the grand staircase waited the sleek golden form of the feline who knew her far too well. <br><br>If cats could smirk she would have bet Eaerik was, certainly the glint in his eyes was amused and not at all fearful like it should have been considering her mood. Which just made the midnight of her eyes snap all the more. He got to all fours and inclined his head before turning to start up the stairs, a clear sign she should follow. There was no point of being anything other then obedient for the moment, at least not till after Empress had had her chance to lecture her and then sent her off with the damn feline to do some boring make work practice spells. Mentally she was cursing with each step that she took up those stairs but she did follow her companion up to the formal study of the leader and eldest witch of the Coven and her once legal guardian even as Eaerik was her eternal pain in the ass guardian. <br><br>The study door opened easily at her touch and she slipped in, eyes setting on the black haired, blue eyed witch waiting for her. Unless one knew Tiana’s age it was impressive to think of her as fifty two, she didn’t look a day over thirty eight at most. Her hair, always groomed and neatly pulled back from her even features. For those pictured old hags with stringy gray hair, warts and crooked noses they would have been shocked to know that Tiana was in fact the ‘head’ witch as it was. She didn’t seem like anything other then a well dressed matron, harmless really with her pearls and day suit. Until, of course, one saw the woman lobbing lighting bolts. <br><br>The memory made her shudder slightly even as the girl dropped herself into a chair, crossing her legs with a heavy sigh and looking at the older woman with resignation in her eyes. “So Empress, what’s it to be?”<br><br>Tiana had been reading some papers which she then put away, a slight smile on her lush lips. With her dark, cool beauty Aara had always thought the woman had demonic bloodlines in her; the glint of warmth in the Coven leader’s eyes was all too human as she regarded the ‘hell’s angel’. <br><br>“I really wish you wouldn’t call me that Aaralyn.”<br><br>“And I really wish you would let me go out and have some fun.” <br><br>Eaerik jumped up into her lap then, curling himself up and the feline got a glare from the redhaired witch as she mentally thought traitor at him. But it really was impossible to stay angry when the damn male started to purr. With a sigh she reached to scratch just behind his ears like he loved. The purring increased until the vibrations moving through the cat could have rivaled those of her favorite sex toy. <br><br>“You know very well why I don’t…”<br><br>“Oh, yes, the whole needing to protect me for the good of the Coven.” Aaralyn couldn’t help the words that burst from her like impatient flames against being confined. Tiana’s lips compressed slightly but she did not show any other sign of annoyance in her dark beauty. Instead she collected a pile of papers from her desk and tapped them lightly against the wood to even them out before offering the stack to the girl who sat, glowering, opposite of her. <br><br>“Your next assignment.”<br><br>With a heated look in her dark eyes the redhead accepted the papers, turning them to read over the request submitted by a Mr. Lyons from Vegas. To kill his sister in law, who was apparently a harpy bent on the destruction of his family, reading that the girl flicked her gaze back to the Eldest with a slight furrow in her brow. <br><br>“You are sending me to Vegas? To take down a harpy? Dangerous much, and not just because of my wild tendencies.”<br><br>Tiana shrugged one elegant shoulder, a slight smile on her lips. “Yes well you aren’t going alone but you are the one best able to handle something like this. I trust you to listen to the older sister’s that go with you though Aaralyn.”<br><br>A sigh parted her lips as she slumped in the chair again, frowning at the golden feline that purred in her lap. “Fine, I’ll play the part of a good little angel on this field trip.” <br><br><em>And I’ll be along to make sure you do.</em> came the slightly smug rebuke from her cat. <br><br>Felines. <br><br><br><div align="center">~*~*~*~*~*~</div><br><br>“Vegas baby!” She screamed out of the limo, head tossed back to enjoy the wind rustling through her sunset hair and her night dark eyes sparkling with the reflections of the millions of lights on the strip. <br><br>“Sit down Aaralyn!” came a hissed order before two sets of hands tugged her down from the sun roof’s opening to connect her rear back to the leather seat of the back seat of the limo. The redhead rolled her eyes but didn’t move to get up again even as four sets of eyes glared at her. They thought much of a witch’s dignity apparently, old prudes. <br><br>“Spoilsports.” <br><br>“Child.” Came the answer, not from one or two of them, but all four in chorus. It made her want to burn something, badly. <br><br>“Please, I’m so not an adult, I’m old enough to drink, gamble, have sex and do whatever the fuck else I want to.” Came the sassy reply from her red lips. <br><br>“Language! Oh what in the world did we do to get stuck babysitting you…” These women seriously needed to liven up. And babysitting? She was freaking twenty three not three; but for once she held her tongue, contenting herself with glowering at the four older witches even as Eaerik appeared from no where and settled on her lap. <br><br>Mary, who was thirty six, Annalise at forty one, Donna just barely thirty and then Raven, who was only twenty seven but so full of self importance and reserve at that ‘mighty’ age; those were the ones who were suppose to handle her with kid gloves and make sure the job got done. Well and fine, she still planned to give them the slip after the deed was finished and before they got to the hotel. If she was in Las Vegas she wanted to actually enjoy some of it. <br><br>The car pulled to a stop then, outside a posh little club that was suppose to be the favored playing ground of their job. Mary and Donna slid out first, followed by the redhead with her cat held in her arms as she stared around her, they had turned off the strip’s direct lane but couldn’t be far. It was so full of life and normal people, doing crazy, wild, wonderful things. Aaralyn could smell cigerette smoke and alcohol like a physical presence all its own all around them in the night, and beneath that was the faintness of car oil and garbage. <br><br>Eaerik seemed more focused on the club’s door and she sensed he was uneasy, though he didn’t say anything as the last two witches slid out of the limo and together all five headed for the door. <br><br>Thanks to the passes, provided by the obliging Mr. Lyons, they got in without issues, taking the stairs up into the club and then another flight up to the private level. Coming out on the top of it her cat leaped from her arms down to the ground and the redhead reached inward for her powers, knowing she would have a one shot blast at really doing this, power might be a lot inside her but it got used up just as quickly as it came when she did high powered things. Like killing. <br><br>So was the life. <br><br>To be careful she drew out the two traditional daggers that most used for things like this as a last defense, though she knew they would be near useless to her, after all using power used up her physical energy as well.&nbsp; <br><br>Donna shoved open the door and there was no time for thought then. A power blast came out of the room, wild and reeking of death and the damn ghostly thing hit Donna squarely, her body flashing and then vanishing and leaving behind the reek of burning flesh. Aaralyn nearly gagged, stumbling back as the others exchanged worried looks. But she was their best bet to getting out alive. She reached forward, grabbing Raven and Mary and shoving them both behind her, for the stairs. They took them, and Annalise, the next closest to the door started for them as well without needing to be told when the harpy burst out of the room and hit Annalise with another one of those horrible power blasts. Aaralyn tried to shield, throwing it up but it only gave Annalise a moment or two, the other woman with her dark beauty, so similar to Tiana screamed “Run” at her and when she felt her shield break the redhead did. <br><br>But not quickly enough. <br><br>Claw like hands hauled her by her hair back toward the harpy’s face and she cursed, reaching for one of her crystals with stored power even as claws raked down her skull and then bit into her shoulder, making her scream in agony. But she threw the power at the bitch, wild and reckless and earned a shriek from the undead witch. <br><br>“I’ve died once girl, I have no plan to do so again!”<br><br>The creature, for she couldn’t bring herself to call the corpse a woman, had a voice like deep velvet and it made Aaralyn shiver, understanding how Mr. Lyon’s brother had fallen victim to the voice even when the aura of hatred poured off the thing. <br><br>“Yes, well all the same to you hag lady, I’ve never died and haven’t really had a chance to live just yet.” She spat back, trying for her normal sass even with the pounding pain in her head, the drip of blood from the wounds and the light headness that came from blood loss. The coppery scent rode the air and nearly made her want to vomit. <br><br>She reached for another crystal, sensing the harpy was preparing for another attack, and she took so ruthlessly and thoroughly from her stored power source that she made the actual physical thing crack even as a strange violet lightning danced along her hands. She shoved her power at the other female at the same time the harpy tried to strike. Which resulted with her going flying out the window, glass shattering around her from the raw force of the magic. <br><br>The witch found herself hovering then, only the remnant of her power keeping from hurtling toward the ground but her body ached, her back cut up from the glass, and the injuries from the harpy meant that her physical strength was waning along with metaphysical. At least, as she looked at the street rushing toward her too fast, the limo had gotten away, with the other two safe. <br><br>She blacked out then, just before she connected with the ground, not noticing the blanket of power that wrapped around her and cushioned her fall, that pushed her under a large truck to hide her body. The golden form of her cat appeared then, panting from the strain. His tail twitched with worry and rage before he set a ward around her and loped off on quick paws to find someone or thing of the ‘Other’ to help. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 05:14:40</strong>
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				The moment the sun started to barely dip below the horizon he woke from his slumber, sleeping soundly in his plush bed.&nbsp; Stretching languidly he worked his muscles awake and sat up, his stomach growling slightly at him in annoyance. Patting at the muscled frame he got up and went to the shower to relax as the warm water ran over his form, the muscles loosening from the full sleep.&nbsp; He went over a mental list of a few tasks he wanted to accomplish before he left for the evening.&nbsp; He did have a race to get to and he'd be damned if he'd miss it, after all his reputation was at stake.&nbsp; He quickly washed himself off and sighed heavily once more as he turned off the hot water that had finally leached the cold from his bones.&nbsp; Drying off he dressed in a thick towel as he went downstairs to prepare a small meal for himself before leaving for the night.<br><br>When he got down to the kitchen he poured himself a drink from the container in the refrigerator.&nbsp; The thick red liquid filled the glass slowly, returning the container he pulled the business section out of the bundle taking a small sip from his glass he walked over to the heavily tinted windows.&nbsp; They cost a small fortune to have created, but they provided enough protection against the painful light that he could enjoy the scene well enough while he read.&nbsp; Pulling out his Blackberry he sent a message to his broker telling him to buy stock in a few things that caught his interest.&nbsp; Finishing the glass in silence he stood to clean it in the sink and put it in the dishwasher before leaving for the evening as the sun had finally hid itself fully enough for him to drive.<br><br>He pulled out of the garage just in time to get a glance from one of his more bothersome neighbors.&nbsp; Waving he quickly, and a bit noisily, sped out of the cul-de-sac and made his way to the highway in the silver Viper.&nbsp; He listened to the smooth sounds of Sinatra as he drove, making him recall a far earlier time in his life.&nbsp; The two of them had traveled quiet a great deal of the world and met with far more interesting people than most could even fathom.&nbsp; But he'd truly enjoyed the time in Vegas.&nbsp; Spending time with Sinatra, Martin and Davis were amongst his fondest memories.&nbsp; That the group of them held to similar hours as he and his brother was a great help in that as well.<br><br>Shaking himself from his reverie he pulled into the race track that the group had rented out.&nbsp; He returned the casual greetings of others as he waited for his turn to take a practice lap before the real race started.&nbsp; After twenty or so minutes he got his turn, sliding behind the wheel and speeding down the track.&nbsp; He didn't need the practice lap really.&nbsp; After all he'd driven this track countless times in the last ten years since one of his many shell companies spent the money to develop the land for just this reason; and this is what he did on his few days of utter relaxation.<br><br>They lined up sometime later for the start of the race, the engines hummed and roared to life.&nbsp; He revved his engine to life and sped off when the green light went up.&nbsp; Everyone drove their sports cars hard around the course.&nbsp; Grinning the whole time he cut through the pack of cars, pulling behind the lead car and sat in his wake for a while before pulling out, using the vacuum the other created to spur his car ahead quickly taking the lead and holding it for the rest of the ten lap race.&nbsp; The group gathered together after the race, usually sharing a meal at an all-night diner to rib each other about the race.&nbsp; Lan left early he had other plans for the night, he was exceedingly hungry.<br><br>The silver Viper sped down the road as the driver leaned back in the fine leather seats of the car, luxuriating in the speed of the vehicle.&nbsp; The roads just off of the Strip at this time of night were perfect for just this sort of thing.&nbsp; Normally he'd have to go far outside of Vegas to get to these speeds to just cruise down the highways even.&nbsp; He smiled to himself, recalling a time not far long ago for him when he looked at the progenitors of the sleek vehicle he found himself in at the moment and laughed with his brother how the slow, laborious things would never replace the speed of a good steed.&nbsp; He reached down and turned his music up, filling his mind with the music, and that's when it happened.<br>The orange and white stripped cat stepped out in front of him, had it not been for his gifts given to him by his Sire, the animal would have become part of the grill.&nbsp; Quickly he turned the wheel of the car, but far too sharply as the rubber of the tires lost its grip on the ground below it.&nbsp; The car slid off to the right and slammed hard into a parked car causing it to flip over onto the roof and slide into another car, finally coming to a stop.&nbsp; Lan groaned loudly trying to figure out why the world was upside down.&nbsp; Looking over he saw the cat poking it's head into what was left of the side door window, purring loudly.&nbsp; “Wh-what the fuck...goddamned critter...”&nbsp; He reached down and hit the buckle release, not fully realizing until it was too late that he would fall.&nbsp; Landing hard on his head and groaned loudly again.&nbsp; Swearing he kicked his door sending it off it's hinges and down the road.&nbsp; Slowly he crawled out of the wreckage that was once his favorite car and slowly stood up.&nbsp; The blood trailed from the cut on his forehead until he wiped it away.<br><br>Suddenly he felt something brushing against his leg.&nbsp; Looking down he saw the cat again.&nbsp; “You are fucking kidding...look I didn't run you over, I don't need you teasing me after the fact...”&nbsp; He grumbled as it walked off and then turned to him and called out.&nbsp; “What...what the fuck do you want?”<br><br><em>I need you to follow me, you twit.</em><br><br>Lan looked slightly confused, “You're fucking kidding me...”<br><br><em>No, I'm not.&nbsp; I need your help, now come on, I'm not sure how much longer she has...</em><br><br>He stared at it once more, “I'm dead...I mean really dead.&nbsp; That's gotta be it...really cause cats don't talk...”&nbsp; he grumbled to himself as he just followed the animal quickly.<br><br>After a while longer he came out of an alleyway and saw the girl under the trailer of a diesel.&nbsp; <em>She's dying, help her.</em><br><br>“Do what?”&nbsp; Lan said, looking at the animal incredulously.<br><br><em>You can't be this dumb, just bite her and get it over with.&nbsp; I'd prefer her not to be dead.</em><br><br>“This can't be real...” he groaned looking at her, his hunger rising far too quickly.&nbsp; “Fine...I could use a light snack.”&nbsp; He leaned down after he pulled her from the underside of the trailer.&nbsp; His fangs came out as he got closer to her neck and he sunk his teeth into her jugular.&nbsp; Her blood tasted odd to him, not like anything he's ever tasted before.&nbsp; Quickly he drank her to near to her end and he pulled away and bit his wrist, holding it over her mouth tightly instinct drove her to drink from him.&nbsp; It was an odd feeling, he'd never sired anyone before.&nbsp; He pulled back when he felt light headed and sat roughly down on the ground, pulling out his Blackberry he flipped to his brother's number and hit dial.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 00:10:58</strong>
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				Cadeyrn motioned for another double from his position at the bar before turning his attention back to the woman beside him.&nbsp; She was a young thing, barely old enough to drink the shot that was placed before them.&nbsp; Young had an entirely different meaning to him than to most people.&nbsp; After all he could name the number of people he knew who were older than him on one hand… and one of those was his brother, who was only about three minutes older than him.&nbsp; It didn’t hurt that his physical aging had been stopped at about twenty-three.&nbsp; <br><br>“A-are you trying to get me drunk?” the girl stammered, her face flushed and eyes glassy.<br><br>“I don’t think I have to try lass, you appear to already be there,” he murmured, a dimple showing in his cheek with his lopsided smile.&nbsp; <br><br>He handed her the drink and watched her shoot it back with a predatory light in his eyes.&nbsp; The barkeep and everyone else who glanced their way would pass it off as simply a young man intent on getting a woman drunk enough to get into her pants.&nbsp; In fact that was exactly what he wanted them to see.&nbsp; The truth of the matter was completely different.<br><br>Fishing a hundred out of his pocket he left it on the bar and helped her to her feet, supporting her as they walked through the door and out onto the dark street.&nbsp; It was early yet, only a few hours after sunset.&nbsp; The streets were fairly empty this early and it was easy enough to get her down an alleyway and away from the passing cars.&nbsp; <br><br>“Where are we going?” she giggled, her words slurring as she leaned heavily against him.<br><br>“Come here,” he growled in answer, pushing her back against the dingy brick wall of the bar as he pressed himself against her, one of his legs sliding between hers and forcing her skirt up around her waist.&nbsp; <br><br>She was a pretty little thing, but he had no true interest in what lay between her legs, he was much more interested in the pulse beat against the side of her neck.&nbsp; He ran his tongue across her skin, tasting the salty remnants of sweat as the pulse beat against his tongue.&nbsp; His jaw ached, pain and hunger widening his mouth.&nbsp; She looked at him then, fear flashing in her eyes as his fangs flashed in the dull light from the streetlamp beside them.&nbsp; <br><br>He could taste her scream lingering in the air, so close to being born, but before the sound could leave her lips his fangs sank into her lips and the scream of fear changed into a gasp of desire as his bloody kiss heated things lower down in her body, tightening her thighs around his as she whimpered.&nbsp; Feeding was so close to sex for both of them that there was little difference, pleasure thrumming through her body with each beat of her heart.<br><br>Heat flooded him, making his body feel more alive as a blush of color spread across his skin, his length hardening against her stomach.&nbsp; He was so lost in the moment that the sound of his phone playing Dr. Feelgood by the Motley Crew didn’t register until it hit the chorus.&nbsp; With a slight curse he pulled back, sliding his tongue across the wound before he lowered her to the ground at his feet, her blood upon his lips as he answered.<br><br>“This better be fucking good Lan…” he growled.&nbsp; Just then a wave of dizziness hit him, staggering him into the wall.&nbsp; “What the hell are you doing?”<br><br>“Shit… a heads up would have been nice.&nbsp; I’m on my way…” he took a moment to rearrange the girl into a more comfortable position before he headed towards the front of the bar again.&nbsp; She would wake up in a couple of hours with a mild hangover and foggy memories of great sex and nothing more.&nbsp; He didn’t bother with his helmet as he settled onto his bike (http://[url=http://www.motorcyclingblog.com/media/images/vijesti/070528001.5_mn.jpg) and headed towards his brother, their connection leading him towards the other man quickly. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 05:38:12</strong>
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				He sat there a bit disheveled, his mind was sluggish.&nbsp; He had momentarily forgot what he was doing until he heard his brother's voice, <em><span class="bbc_u">Brother, I...I don't...my head hurts badly...</span></em> suddenly his mind realized it was speaking in his <em>lost</em> native tongue.<br><br>“I'm a mile or so south of the strip.&nbsp; I was in an crash.&nbsp; I'm okay...head hurts.&nbsp; I...followed a talking cat...” '<em>Well done, now you don't sound completely nuts.</em>' Sighing heavily he continued, “Just get here.&nbsp; I bit a woman...turned her...don't ask why, just get here.&nbsp; Have to think...about what to do with the car...and her.”&nbsp; He hung up the phone, or so he had hoped, when he heard his brother tell him he was on his way.&nbsp; A wave of calmness washed over him and then he sat there for a moment and looked at her, laying there still unconscious.<br><br><em>Did it work?</em> asked a voice in his head.<br><br>He looked over at the feline sitting near the girls head, almost like a worried mother.&nbsp; “Yeah...I think, never turned anyone...” He grumbled and still felt an odd tingling all over.&nbsp; “What is she?&nbsp; And you?&nbsp; I...I don't think I've ever met a talking cat...unless they all...?”<br><br><em>Oh, you can't be this dumb.&nbsp; How hard did you hit your head?&nbsp; Don't answer, I'm afraid you will.&nbsp; I'm a demon.</em><br><br>“A demon...well...all the stories as a child were wrong then...” he grinned his mind still trying to work it's way through the haze, “Not as funny as I thought it sounded...but what is she?&nbsp; Why do I feel like...like I was hit by lightning?”<br><br><em>I'm not sure, she's a witch.&nbsp; Have you ever drank a witch before?</em><br><br>That seemed to give Lan some pause, as far as he had ever known the only thing otherwordly on this rock was vampires.&nbsp; There were plenty of them, even here in Vegas where he and his brother had come to get away from everything in Europe a long time ago.&nbsp; They met with the Lord of this district, swore that they wouldn't create a coven to rival his powerbase.&nbsp; Lan had stopped playing that game ages ago, the building of societies and the toppling of them no longer gave him any interest.&nbsp; “No...I don't think I have ever done that.&nbsp; As far as I knew my kind was the only thing other than humans on Earth.&nbsp; Cade will find this very interesting.”&nbsp; <br><br>Lan rubbed at his temples, the haze starting to finally lift from his mind as thoughts came quicker and more coherently to him now.&nbsp; “He should be here soon.&nbsp; I can't let her leave, she'll be hungry when she wakes and that, in a new one can be...disastrous...”&nbsp; His mind was drawn to the fluttering memories of his dark birth, when they were taken together on the walls of Jerusalem during the First Crusades.&nbsp; He always thought that a funny thing to call it, to them it was just a Crusade.&nbsp; They felt God had called upon them to go to war, fight the unholy Saracen's because some man in a funny hat told him it was God's command.&nbsp; It wasn't long until he'd regretted listening to that man, about the third day in the desert is when he'd thought he might have made a bad decision.&nbsp; But that day that he and his brother had gotten themselves over the wall, leading their unit's charge, the day they died and were born.&nbsp; They woke with a furious hunger soon after they had been taken, and they murdered more of the men they had called brother's in arms.&nbsp; Something that he'd resent about his former Sire, that would fester in him until the time when Cade and he would finally get the upper hand some centuries later.<br><br>A small moan she had made woke him from his reverie and he scrambled over to her, looking down at her, he could still feel her warmth, like her body wanted to fight the transformation.&nbsp; He reached down and picked the cellphone back up, realizing he'd left the receiver on the whole time, “So, do I sound as crazy as you think?”&nbsp; he sighed, “Yes, my head is clearer now...must have been a damned hard hit...how long?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 07:33:59</strong>
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				He listened to his brother rambling from the phone where it rested in his jacket pocket, his worry increasing exponentially as the dizziness continued.&nbsp; That worried him more than anything.&nbsp; If he was feeling the effects to this extent his brother had to be almost incapacitated by it.&nbsp; Whatever he had chosen to turn wasn’t human.&nbsp; He didn’t know how that could be, or what the thing might be, but it definitely wasn’t human.&nbsp; Humans didn’t have that kind of kick, at least none that he had bitten did.<br>&nbsp;<br>He wove in and out of traffic, ignoring traffic lights and patterns in a dangerous display of ability that left people honking belatedly in his wake.&nbsp; He could feel Lan somewhere close, he just had to follow that sense until he found the smoldering wreck and half dead body… and evidently a cat if what he was hearing was any indication.&nbsp; His brother had gone mad… that was really the only way to explain the muffled words that were coming from the phone that his brother had evidently forgotten to hang up.&nbsp; <br><br>He was never going to let Lan live this down…<br><br>He laughed lightly when he heard his brother speak into the phone once more.&nbsp; “I don’t think you can even begin to imagine how insane you sound Lan, of course that’s not really anything new now is it?” he asked rhetorically, continuing before Lan could answer.&nbsp; “Are you feeling better now? Whatever you drank seems to be passing on my end, at least the tail lights are not blurring any more.”<br><br>“Good, I think I’m only a couple of blocks away, shouldn’t be but a minute…” he turned the corner, holding the phone easily against his shoulder and couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped his lips.&nbsp; “There you are…” he murmured, slowing the bike and turning into an alley way to hide it before he headed towards his brother, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene and slid his phone into his pocket once more.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 05:12:15</strong>
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				Lan reached down to feel the ebbing pulse at the girl's neck and grinned to himself, <em>Well, I couldn't think of a better looking one to Sire...</em>&nbsp; he though as he started to look her over more thoroughly.&nbsp; She had small cuts all around her, through her clothes and along her arms and back.&nbsp; Looking around he saw glass across the street and a her shaped hole in the window on the third floor.&nbsp; <em>Hmm, how did you survive that little one?</em>&nbsp; Lan thought only to have the loud purring sound come from the orange and white stripped cat that looked far too pleased with itself at the moment.&nbsp; “Right...so you can hear my thoughts too?&nbsp; Keep that in mind...So what's with these burn marks then?&nbsp; Well you're body will repair itself soon enough.&nbsp; Have to get you something to eat soon.”<br><br>He slowly reached down and scooped her up in his arms, <em>A bit light, aren't you?</em>&nbsp; Hearing the sound of the motorcycle his brother drove coming down the street towards him, along with the stronger sense of the other half of him getting closer, he relaxed some.&nbsp; <em>Thank god...</em><br><br>“Cade, we need to get her back to our place, she'll wake soon and need nourishment.&nbsp; Remember how we were?&nbsp; Can't let that happen, not in this time...”&nbsp; Lan said walking over to his brother.&nbsp; His well muscled form having absolutely no issue with hefting the girl around.&nbsp; “See, this is why I drive a fucking car, how the hell are we going to manage this on your little engine that could?”&nbsp; He jested at the motorcycle.&nbsp; The cat followed in tow as Lan moved closer to Cade.&nbsp; The two were identical images, the only real difference being in their dress.&nbsp; Lan liked wearing his expensive tailor made suits, though at the races he was dressed casually, his jeans hugging to his form tightly and the plain gray shirt , now stained with blood, fitting to his frame just as well, leaving little to the imagination.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 22:25:09</strong>
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				Cade took the time to study the girl as his brother approached.&nbsp; Neither of them appeared worse for wear, though the girl had a number of cuts decorating her form.&nbsp; They would heal well enough after the change was complete, he knew that from experience.&nbsp; She was a delicate little thing, though he doubted that her personality would match the exterior.&nbsp; They rarely did.&nbsp; Why his brother couldn’t have just let the girl go he didn’t know, but then again he wouldn’t be Lan if he didn’t cause some sort of trouble for him.&nbsp; <br><br>“The cat too?” he muttered, the question more rhetorical than not as he looked at the feline with an arched eyebrow.&nbsp; “Do you really talk?” he felt foolish asking that question to a damn cat, but his embarrassment vanished in a wide eyed stare as the cat spoke…<br><br><em>Of course I can speak, get her away from here before danger finds her…</em> the creature practically ordered, bringing a rebellious frown to Cade’s face before the fact that it had actually spoken registered and his jaw dropped.<br><br>“Fuck me Lan, can’t you do anything the easy way?” he grumbled.&nbsp; He took off his leather jacket and stood up, wrapping the girl in it before he took her from his brother carefully.&nbsp; For all his bravado it was obvious that he wanted to hurt her no more than his brother did.&nbsp; “I’ll take her back to our place, you and the feline catch a cab and meet us there.&nbsp; Make sure and get out a block or so from the condo so that the cabbie won’t be able to tell anyone exactly where you live… and be careful, I don’t want to see my pretty face scratched up any more than it already is…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 23:09:05</strong>
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				<em>Wake up Aara.</em><br><br>That voice, familiar, loved and infernally annoying pushed into her thoughts and she stirred, lashes fluttering even as her lush lips compressed in a line that clearly said she didn't want to get up. She murmured as much in a husky sweet voice, grumbling in her drowsiness. <em>Go away, it can't be time to get up yet I just...</em><br><br><em>Fell out a third story window. Fighting a harpy by yourself is not advised, now wake.</em><br><br>Those words were more then enough to jump start her memories and make her eyes flutter, make her aware of voices around her and the feel of arms holding her. Who in the world would pick her up to carry her? None of her sister witches that was for sure, and it was a very male feeling. She felt odd too, sluggish and shuddery, awkward in her own body; the sounds of the street were too loud and the two male voices filling her ears made her flinch, wincing. "Too loud..." she protested, complaining. <br><br>Scent rolled over her next and her delicate nose wrinkled in protest to the scents of a Las Vegas street in the dead of night. And the odd scents that she couldn't quiet name that lingered around the two holders of the voices. Male voices but not necessarily males scents, though how the hell she knew that she didn't know. But Eaerik was here with her and so it couldn't be anything bad, though she supposed bad was a relative term when one's feline companion was actually a demon. Still she forced her eyes open, the dark color of them startling against her pale skin and fiery hair only to wince and try to throw up her hands, hissing at the lights of the street signs, garish though they were, they were blinding like a sun now. "What in the world have you done now Eaerik?"<br><br>Her tone was annoyed, raspy and female. She was afraid, terrified in fact, unsure of what exactly was going on with her and how she was still alive after she had been so sure the fight with the harpy would be the last thing she ever did. Her body still ached but it didn't hurt anywhere near as badly as it had. And her stomach was tense, protesting its lack of food, which was odd, she had never had a problem ignoring her stomach. But something inside her growled almost at the idea of food, but not real food, something that was a coppery sweetness like the taste that still lingered in her mouth. Curiously she swallowed down whatever dregs were left and then shuddered, realizing suddenly it was blood. Blood. <br><br><em>Eaerik.....what's going on?</em> This time it was personal, in that special mind path only they shared, and it was afraid. She felt his presence wrap around her to sooth her, a purr entering her head. <br><br><em>I made sure you lived. Though I suppose that is a relative term.</em><br><br>"...oh fuck...." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 04:38:12</strong>
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				Cade held her gently in his arms, looking down at the creature his brother had decided to bring home… on a rather permanent basis it would seem.&nbsp; At least he had good taste, she was pretty enough to look at but he had a feeling that anything or anyone who had that much punch in their blood was going to be even more of a handful awake.&nbsp; He felt her start to stir and looked towards Lan, arching an eyebrow in question. <br><br>“You could say that I suppose lovely.&nbsp; Don’t move too much yet, you’ve lost enough blood to make you a bit dizzy I’m afraid,” he said, noting the nervous tension in her body.<br><br>“I’m going to take you back to our place and let you lie down for a few.&nbsp; Lan and your demon-cat there are going to join us.&nbsp; We need to get off of the street before the cops show up, and before the sun chases us indoors preferably,” he said, his voice purposefully casual and calm.<br><br><em>It is alright, you can trust him… I hope…</em> Eaerik’s voice sounded in her mind once more, the last part faint and barely heard.<br><br>Without waiting for more of a response Cade nodded to Lan and walked over to the bike, setting her down on the jump seat behind where he would be carefully.&nbsp; “Will you be able to hold on?&nbsp; Last thing we want is for you to take a tumble while we swerve in and out of Vegas traffic…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 05:51:47</strong>
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				The moment his brother took the red haired woman from his arms Lan was already planning his escape as well.&nbsp; He motioned for the cat to follow, but did not wait to make sure it was listening.&nbsp; He crossed the street over from where Cade's bike was and set off into a light jog to make his way the next street over.&nbsp; Pulling out his cell phone he quickly dialed for a cab and had it set to meet him a few blocks away from the accident.&nbsp; After a few minutes Lan stood at the curb, waiting.<br><br><em>You move too fast...I'm only two feet tall damn you...</em> the voice said in his head.<br><br>“Yes, but you've got four legs...you held your own very well...demon...thing...”&nbsp; Lan grumbled back, already thinking up the story he was going to have to tell to cover the car being destroyed like it was.&nbsp; He could already hear the faint sound of sirens in the background as the yellow minivan cab pulled up.&nbsp; “Oh fucking wonderful...a mini...how domestic...” he groused as the cabbie hopped out to open the door for him.<br><br>“Where to?”&nbsp; the middle aged man said with an accent that Lan placed somewhere in Hungry.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Something about how the man looked reminded Lan of Franz Liszt, shaking his head of the memory he climbed into the cabin, the cat in tow.&nbsp; “Newport Isle, 8800 block.”&nbsp; He told the driver, not too far from his true destination, but enough to make it hard for the man to trace it back to him.&nbsp; The cabbie nodded and hopped into the driver's spot, speeding off a moment later.&nbsp; Within twenty minutes the minivan pulled up to the stop, Lan left him a decent tip, not enough to stand out and set off on his way as the cab drove away.<br><br>A half hour later he walked up to the front door of his place.&nbsp; <em>About time...I never thought we'd stop walking...</em> the voice grumbled in his head.<br><br>“Well I'm sorry that you had to actually do something akin to effort, cat....you eat cat food or...?”<br><br><em>Oh piss off and open the door...there better be a nice cushy sofa in there...</em> it tiredly said, running in with a burst of hidden speed as the door cracked open enough to let him in.<br><br>“You're welcome...ungrateful flea bag...”&nbsp; Lan said as he walked in and shut the door behind him, dialing the cellphone to make a call to the police to report his car stolen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 07:00:46</strong>
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				A deep voice filled her ears, the first speaker she thought, or maybe the second, they sounded so close that she could hardly tell them apart. Blood, she lost blood. Was that why there had been the taste of it in her mouth lingering? Had she cut her lip or something? Too many questions, too much at once, she could feel Eaerik in her mind telling her to slow down without words and for once she listened. She did feel dizzy like the man had said she would. The idea of laying down somewhere was welcome, as long as she could leave. The fact that the men knew that her feline companion was a demon meant that they were 'other' just like her. <br><br>Sunlight chasing them indoors. Blood. Vampires. <br><br>The moment the thought occurred to her and she would have panicked her Guardian was there in her head, telling her to trust them. Her head was spinning, her breath odd, her body weak and still aching from falling through the window. However she had managed to live through the harpy's final attack she was in no shape to take on the streets of Las Vegas on her own. Sin City would be safe from her tonight. <br><br>Aaralyn made herself inhale and then nodded slowly to Eaerik and the man holding her. She felt him moving her, setting her on a seat on a motorcycle and she steadied herself on it, blinking and swearing hoarsely under her breath as the lights around them swam in her eyes. When the man got on the bike in front of her her arms wrapped tightly around his torso, clinging to him unshamed and noting how odd it was to not feel body heat. Vamps indeed. "Just try to shake me off mister...trust me one tumble a night is enough, even for me."<br><br>Some of her temper, her spark showed in the comment, but the affected was ruined when she started coughing and shuddering. God a bed would feel so good. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 00:39:07</strong>
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				Cade had felt the moment of almost panic ride her trembling body, but it dissipated before it could become an issue.&nbsp; Much to his relief.&nbsp; The last thing he needed was a newly turned vampire panicking while his back was turned to her, let alone a woman who was both a vampire and something more if the kick in her blood told him anything.&nbsp; The note of attitude in her voice brought a smile to his lips.&nbsp; She had a bit of spirit after all; perhaps this would be more enjoyable than he had thought.<br><br>He took her at her word though, starting the bike with the press of a button, the purring sound drowning out much of the world around them as he passed his helmet back to her, waiting for her to put it on before he kicked it into gear and merged easily into traffic.&nbsp; He paid close attention to the strength of her arms around his body and the lingering warmth of her skin that would fade over the next few hours.&nbsp; When her grip slackened he would slow and move more carefully between the cabs and other vehicles that clogged the road, speeding up once again when her strength returned.&nbsp; <br><br>It wasn’t a long trip to the upscale condo he shared with his brother.&nbsp; The famous lights of the strip were far enough away to be nothing more than a glow on the horizon, the streets quiet in comparison.&nbsp; He pulled into a parking spot and kicked the stand down, carefully disentangling her arms from around his waist with more than a bit of disappointment.&nbsp; He picked her up carefully once more and carried her up to the front door, opening it with ease even with her balanced in his arms.&nbsp; <br><br>“Alright, let us get you settled in on the couch shall we?&nbsp; Your companion should be along shortly,” he murmured as he lowered her down onto the soft leather couch.&nbsp; “How are you feeling?”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 09:04:18</strong>
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				It was a version of hell she had never thought to contemplate before, hanging on for dear life on the bike of a motorcycle as it wove its way through Vegas. <br><br>Funny that, just a night before she would have yearned for the chance to be on the back of the bike of a handsome male who was clearly part of the 'Other' racing through the City of Sin. Now however her stomach was roiling, her eyes abused by all the bright blinding lights and the sounds of the city made her want to hide in a soundproof room. But she held on to him, focusing on keeping her breathing stable and even, it gave her something to think about outside of what in the hell was happening to her at the moment. It didn't escape her&nbsp; notice that he knew when her grip went slack and when it tightened. <br><br>Smart man. Thing. Whatever he was. <br><br>She just hid her face against his back, squeezing her eyes shut and prayed it would be over soon. When he stopped she half didn't dare to believe it, the arms he gently moved from around his waist trembling a touch as she wavered on the bike as if she were drunk. If only she thought, drunk and in this handsome man's arms being taken into his condo, oh the fun things that could happen. Including getting rid of the pesky little thing called virginity that the Empress had insisted she 'guard'. Heaven knew Eaerik guarded it enough for five people and there was nothing that ruined a mood quiet like a demon cat chaperon. <br><br>That made her think of her senior prom and she did wince. Happily though the man picked her up again and she curled into his arms, making herself small, eyes shut again to shield out the world that had suddenly gotten too intense for her. "Couch sounds good..." she volunteered in her husky voice, hoarser then normal. She seemed to sink into the buttery leather of the couch and a sigh of physical comfort left her lips as she shifted into it deeper. <br><br>"Odd...my senses are all strange and everything seems too...too much. Too sharp. Its like I'm holding power to make everything come in to super focus but I haven't touched it. The power that is."&nbsp; She avoided asking him what he was, half afraid that she knew already. And that she was that as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 23:28:13</strong>
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				Cade left her on the sofa and walked around the large condo, turning the lights down and closing the blinds, leaving them in half darkness, though they were both able to see everything in finite detail.&nbsp; The walls were thick, not soundproof because that would be more than a little hard to explain, but still quieter than anywhere else she could have been at the moment.&nbsp; Once he had finished his rounds he checked to make sure the door was unlocked before he approached her again.<br><br>“That should help some.&nbsp; You will get used to the extra sensory images soon enough, but the next few days will seem somewhat overwhelming.&nbsp; How are you feeling now?” he murmured, his voice quiet in the silent room as he squatted on the floor beside the couch, taking the opportunity to truly study her.<br><br>At least if his brother had to create a complication for them he had chosen a rather attractive one.&nbsp; Of course that would probably simply cause more complications in the long run now that he stopped to think about it.&nbsp; Women usually did, at least when they were more than simply food for a night.<br><br>“When you get hungry tell me, I have a few bags in the fridge in case of emergencies.&nbsp; It won’t taste nearly as good of course, and you probably won’t like it from the bag, it always seems a bit… stale to me, but it will do for now.&nbsp; We shouldn’t try hunting until you’re well and truly used to things, don’t want to kill someone on accident,” he trailed off as he heard the front door opened and turned his head to see the cat sprint into the apartment and head straight towards the couch. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 05:03:37</strong>
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				He rummaged around the refrigerator for a small snack for himself and a much larger one for the girl, assuming his brother hadn't already done so.&nbsp; Pouring a tall glass for the girl he talked to the dispatcher on the phone, giving all the pertinent information about the car. <em>I'm going to miss her...well I can afford another...but she was so well broken in...</em> he sighed to himself.<br><br>Walking into the living room he shut the phone down, telling the dispatcher that he would wait to hear from the officers when they heard anything.&nbsp; Turning to his brother, “Well, looks like it'll be a long night for me.&nbsp; Have to speak with the police in a hour or so.&nbsp; I take it she's doing well then?”<br><br>He walked over seeing her laying on the couch, the cat curling up against her thigh and the couch back.&nbsp; “Oh, yeah I totally forgot what that felt like...” he chuckled lightly and turned to his brother.&nbsp; “You remember that feeling?&nbsp; Waking up on the walls hearing all those people screaming...thought I was going to lose my mind...thought I did.”&nbsp; He smiled and sat across from Cade, offering a small glass of the lightly heated red fluid to the other and setting the much larger glass down for the young girl.<br><br>“You're probably very hungry right now.”&nbsp; He spoke in soft, light tones.&nbsp; “So just try to remain as calm as you are...besides I don't think the little fur ball would be happy with a lot of movement...”&nbsp; He smiled warmly, as warmly as a man long since dead could smile.&nbsp; “We'll just be quiet over here...”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 23:33:24</strong>
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				She sank into the sofa more, focusing just on her breathing and wishing with desperation that she could just block everything the hell out; life however was not that kind to her. At least the man was making it darker and it was pretty quiet. When he moved back toward her she glanced at him and then away again, the redhead edgy. His question didn't make her feel particularly happy and she did as she always did when pressed and unhappy. "How do you think I'm feeling? I got sent to take out a harpy who fucking nearly did me in and killed two of my coven sisters..." she fell silent, blushing a touch as she realized how rude she was being. <br><br>Aaralynn sighed and rubbed her temples, squeezing her eyes shut to block out the world for a moment. "I'm sorry, that was ill mannered, the Empress is always telling me I need to work on my manners but I never listen, its not like anyone expects me to be anything other then the hells angel they dubbed me." She was babbling, likely hardly any of it made sense. When Eaerik came right to her side though she felt as if a missing part of herself had come home and she gathered the cat up tight in her arms for a hug that had him protesting in their shared mindlink. She let him go with a sigh. Felines. <br><br>When the other man, the first one, the one who had found her she thought, came into the room talking about a car on the phone she frowned, listening and realizing he must have been in some sort of car accident. Her eyes went to Eaerik, her mind asking and the cat of course just shrugged. She groaned then, covering her face in her hands. "I am so so so sorry sir, sorry I don't know your name, but...Eaerik shouldn't have done that, I can try to pay for it out of my funds at the bank the coven goes through but I don't have much, I'm a junior member for all my legacy." <br><br>There was irritation in those words, mixed with an odd yearning; she wanted home, she even wanted the Empress in her dark keen beauty to lecture her. Walking up on the walls, hearing screaming. The words drew her eyes back to the man and she reached tentatively for the glass on the table in front of her, Aara brought it to her nose to sniff at it and then her eyes widened, for her body had been making its hunger known but it was...blood. She couldn't avoid it any longer. <br><br>"Oh...heavens have mercy I can't be a vampire..." the words were half despairing and from the expression on the girls face she was fighting between downing the blood in her hands or being sick. "Empress is going to kill me..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 23:57:14</strong>
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				Cade listened to his brother move through the kitchen as he watched the girl and her… companion on the couch, listening to her words and nodding politely at all the right times. He was impressed that she wasn’t panicking, though he didn’t truly expect that to last.&nbsp; He could hear the sluggish movement of blood through her veins if he listened carefully.&nbsp; She would be forced to drink before the night was through if he had to guess, he simply hoped the experience wouldn’t be as revolting as he remembered it.&nbsp; <br><br>A moment later he wrinkled his nose at the glass his brother put down for him and took a sip before setting it aside.&nbsp; Fresh blood was completely different than the swill that they could store here.&nbsp; It had a completely different taste and texture when it came straight from a body.&nbsp; At least he’d had a chance to feed before the shit hit the fan so to speak, it meant he didn’t truly need the blood tonight.&nbsp; <br><br>“She’s doing about as well as you could expect under the circumstances, though I don’t think it’s all truly set in yet…” he mused as he glanced back towards the girl once more.&nbsp; <br><br>He was amused by the apology in her voice even with the irritation that followed, and even more so by the words that followed.&nbsp; “My dear… I think you’ve missed the point here.&nbsp; This Empress that you talk about probably isn’t going to be a concern any longer, unless they work regularly with Vampires of course…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 00:24:38</strong>
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				Her navy eyes lifted to the brother speaking to her, the one who had the motorcycle and the darkness in them matched midnight at its darkest, striking in the utter white of her skin, her hair like a dark fire in the shade of the room around her cheeks. "You don't understand." She felt sick, her hand trembling and she put the glass on the table again, shuddering at the thought of having to drink blood. She had been around blood before, more then most normal twenty three year olds perhaps, there were rites that called for it but it was always goat or chicken blood. This was something else. <br><br>"The Empress...Tiana, my mother left me in her care. She's the Elder of my Coven." She sighed then, a wan smile on her lips. "You see, I'm a Witch."<br><br>Aaralynn's eyes dropped to the glass of blood, still fighting in herself over what to do with it. "I can't be a vampire....my mother was an angel." The words were whispered, breathed really, an admission of a power that she didn't fully have but could own to. Direct legacies like her's were rare, she knew that. They probably could have guessed it if they had taken her blood. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 02:12:43</strong>
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				“Don't worry about the car, and my name's Lan, I really don't think you could afford to pay for that toy...I'll just buy another one later.”&nbsp; He smiled to his brother, “Damn thing really caught the turn though.&nbsp; Should have seen it, I could have sworn my heart beat for a second there...”&nbsp; He slightly chuckled at the joke as he sipped again at the glass.<br><br>Lan yawned briefly, catching in his throat as she mentioned her being a witch.&nbsp; “A witch, eh?&nbsp; You mean like one of them new age types or like...a real witch then?&nbsp; Cade...can't a witch even be turned?”&nbsp; Lan really didn't know if that could be possible, he supposed it could, but he didn't fully know himself.<br><br><em>Maybe that was why her blood tasted so...wonderful...</em> He shook his head, “No, you're turned...it was the only thing that I could do to help you.&nbsp; Other than to help you along.&nbsp; Something had to be plenty tough to do that to you...You should drink that though, you're going to get hungry and if your change will be anything like my brother and I's...well...I have a lot more where that came from.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 23:40:47</strong>
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				Aaralyn watched the two men warily, the way the one named Lan seemed to totally dismiss her offer to cover the car that Eaerik had wrecked. She could afford it, granted not easily but she was a powerful witch, she could...but she wasn't a witch anymore, not if they had turned her. She couldn't go home. She would never be able to go out in the sunlight again, she knew that much from the lore. No more trying to fly over the compounds walls. No more lazy afternoons spend in the Empress's study arguing over how she should have more freedom. <br><br>Freedom..that was what had her here like this now. Maybe she hadn't been ready after all. <br><br>The redhead's dark eyes lifted to Lan when he asked her about being a witch, a frown threatening to marr her brow at the very idea she was like a new age 'type'. She was of one of the biggest Coven's in the states, she was one of the most powerful witch's period. Her body straightened a bit on the couch, ramrod straight and her hands petted the feline in her lap. "I am, was a witch, a real one. Not some new age hypie with nothing on my mind outside of how the universe can serve me." <br><br>The words were perhaps a bit too sharp but she was angry, she was terrified. She didn't want to be a vampire. That stupid evil harpy. The mention of something able to do so much damage to her had bloodlust raising in her a touch, something that shocked her. But she wanted nothing more then to go kill the harpy that had murdered two of her coven sisters and now apparently resulted in her own 'death' of sorts. At least she was still herself though, not only a spirit blasted into the beyond. "It was a harpy. We were sent to take out a harpy...Two of my coven sisters died, the others...I hope they got away."<br><br>Aaralyn found her eyes going to the blood, her stomach cramping but she was no longer it was sure if it was disgust at the thought of drinking it or the need to drink it. She swung her dark eyes to Cade, intent and slightly caged "Fresh blood is better right? I just..can't drink it from a cup, if I have to do this I want <em>her</em> blood, I want to avenge my sisters and finish what I couldn't before."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 21:50:53</strong>
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				Cade chuckled and shook his head.&nbsp; She was a fiery little witch, and dangerous as well, far more dangerous than she realized.&nbsp; She was proud of what she was, of what she had been, that much was obvious.&nbsp; &nbsp;He couldn’t help but wonder if she would be able to adjust to what she was now.&nbsp; The question that followed made him doubt it, such naivety was not a welcome thing in a Vampire, bring questions about her control and common sense to the forefront of his mind. <br><br>“Fresh blood is always better, and much more… pleasurable,” he said, answering the question honestly.&nbsp; “If you won’t drink from the glass then we will have to find a… fresh source for you to drain and hope that we can wipe it’s mind so that it will forget the violation,” he continued, refusing to sugar coat what she would have to do, what she had become.<br><br>“The harpy can be killed that way, and I will even help you find it… but morning will come long before then, so you will have to feed before dawn one way or another.&nbsp; If you leave it and starve yourself waiting for the Harpy you will grow weak, and a weakened vampire is a dangerous vampire.&nbsp; As new as you are you’ll likely kill the first human you see if you don’t keep yourself well fed.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 21:06:03</strong>
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				Lan laughed, breaking the mood of the room, “Well...keep in mind that soon your body will crave blood...when my brother and I first woke we took a while to calm down from our hunger.&nbsp; With the contents of that glass it might stave it off for a bit longer.&nbsp; The sun will be coming up in little under a hour or two, so finding someone to feed upon might be a bit difficult.&nbsp; Perhaps my brother could show you a few places to quickly do this?&nbsp; Besides, I have to wait here for the police to come by...should be a little bit longer.&nbsp; Have to make it look good that I had my precious toy stolen.&nbsp; Must look the part of the yuppy long enough.”&nbsp; He winked to his brother, “Think you can handle her?”<br><br>“Oh,” he said rising from his chair, “And as for this harpy business, tomorrow night we can seek her out.&nbsp; The pair of us can be very skilled at hunting and killing.&nbsp; We were <em>born to do it</em>, eh, brother?”&nbsp; Lan said reminding himself, and hopefully his brother, of the day the man came to their village to press the boys into service of the Lord and help in the First Crusades.<br><br>“Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to change my clothes and clean up.&nbsp; Have to make with the presentation soon.&nbsp; Have fun, brother.&nbsp; If you need anything, call me, and I'll be there soon enough.”&nbsp; Lan smiled and nodded to the young witch and made his way upstairs to clean the dirt of the evening off of his body, and hopefully get rid of the slight smoky scent that lingered upon him from the accident.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 13:12:53</strong>
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				She was not proud of the fact that tears came to her eyes when she was lightly rebuked for desiring to go after the harpy now; nor for the reminder of what she was now. She hadn't asked for this. She hadn't. Her hands fisted slightly but Eaerik was wise enough to stay quiet and she turned her attention to caressing him, petting him as if that would solve the issue. Her fiery personality was struggling to accept that her life had changed so drastically and so suddenly. Be careful what you wish for indeed she thought ruefully. Her eyes went to the cup, torn. She didn't want to feed off anyone but the harpy but once the harpy was killed then what? Would she just let herself die? That didn't seem the best way to thank these twins who had saved her life. <br><br>Aaralyn sighed, her eyes closing for a moment. There was more then one harpy in the world, likely more then one in Las Vegas. She could make the last job the Empress had given her her eternal mission; remove all the harpy's in the world, safe guarding the Covens and avenging her 'sisters' deaths. She could find some purpose to this life. What would her mother think of her now?<br><br>Her hand reached out, taking the glass up again and she didn't let herself pause to think, lifting it to her lips and draining is swiftly, almost as if it was a shot or something similar. It still took too long to go down. Her body welcomed it, apparently craving it, while her mind bucked at the idea that she was drinking the blood of a human being. The witch happily set the glass back down, with a slight thud, and shuddered even as she sunk back into the couch with a sigh. She licked her lips before realizing what she had done. <br><br>"Will...what was in that glass hold me until we can find her? What will harpy blood do to a vampire exactly?" Her questions were softly, for her almost, meekly spoken.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 20:42:26</strong>
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				Cade watched as she downed the blood as quickly as possible, the shudder of revulsion wasn’t lost on him.&nbsp; That would end soon enough, he knew that from experience.&nbsp; He had been used to blood when he had been turned, used to the scent of it in the air and the sight of it splattered across the battlefield, but the coppery almost sweet taste of it took some getting used to.&nbsp; Her human sensibilities would have to change if she was to survive, she was not human any longer after all, just the shadow of humanity left upon her bearing, and even that would fade with time.&nbsp; <br><br>“Refrigerated blood will keep you for a few hours at most, it’s more an emergency supply than anything else.&nbsp; Once you’re established and your body has adjusted completely you should be able to go for a night or two without feeding, but no longer than that.&nbsp; Right now, you’ll need to feed every night, and feed well.&nbsp; As far as what Harpy blood will do… I don’t honestly know.&nbsp; I don’t think anything bad will happen, but it might give you a bit of a high for an hour or two, that’s what witches blood does as well,” he added with a rueful smile.&nbsp; <br><br>He could feel the sun creeping up, and he did not want her around if the cops decided they needed to come in for some reason.&nbsp; “Let’s get you settled into a room shall we?&nbsp; We don’t have a spare bedroom right now, but the office has a very nice couch, and the windows are blacked out so you should be safe enough in there during the day.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 19:01:23</strong>
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				Aara listened to this new part of her life being explained, she was aware what vampire's were after all she had 'dusted' a few of them by the Coven's desire through the past few years. But to think of that being her, of having to hunt down humans and drink their blood, to kill creatures that hadn't done any wrong just sat wrong with her. The information that witch blood gave a high to vampires was an interesting thought; her lips compressed, contemplating that. Harpies were after all rather like witch's, just an undead, vicious version of them. Eaerik was purring as her hands stroked him and her eyes moved back up to Cade, thinking of his motorcycle, of the ride through the city. <br><br>Alone with a man this handsome, two of men actually, both who clearly enjoyed a wilder side of life..wasn't that what she always wanted? That saying, be careful what you wished for, was not laughing matter apparently. But there were upsides to this new life, she would just have to find them. Still it was surely an epic failure that she had 'died' a virgin. <br><br>The redhead got to her feet, carrying her cat in her arms and glad that he had chosen to say with her; he was her guardian after all but he could have chosen to leave once it was clear she was no longer living. She was a long way from what her mother had been, and had gone farther tonight. Her fingers slipped through the ginger hair of the feline in her arm's coat of fur and scratched, just the way he liked, a peace offering of sorts for how cranky she had been upon waking. "Sleep sounds good. I have to say my first all nighter in Las Vegas was not what I was expecting."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 17:31:09</strong>
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				Cade chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as he led her into a dark office.&nbsp; It was an utterly male room, dark wood and dark furniture, even the sparsely scattered artwork on the bookshelves catered to a more male aesthetic.&nbsp; &nbsp;The couch took up an entire wall, the dark brown leather still smelled new.&nbsp; Cade pulled a throw blanket off of the back of the couch, tucking the edges in and leaving the rest free to be wrapped around her body.&nbsp; <br><br>“You don’t actually need the blanket, but the weight will be comforting until you slip off for the day,” he said as he stepped back and motioned towards the makeshift bed.&nbsp; “Once you’re gone you won’t wake again until nightfall.&nbsp; Over time you will likely be able to wake a little earlier, but that can take centuries,” he explained before he turned to go, intending to leave her and her furry companion alone.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’ll leave the door cracked so he’s not trapped in here, and leave some water on the table in case he needs it.&nbsp; I’ll be here when you wake.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 02:30:43</strong>
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				His chuckle slid through her, warmth pooling in her bones that she hadn't expected, but then perhaps it was a lingering of what she had once been, or maybe vampires felt desire the same way. He was handsome, she noticed, and Aaralyn didn't think either he or his brother had looked at her with distaste, perhaps she could find a way to remedy the virgin thing soon. Though maybe it would be better to try and take care of that with those who weren't her...what was the term again? Sire perhaps. She had no idea what they called those they turned, but that she would learn with time she was sure. Aara glanced around the room she was lead into curiously, approving of the good taste it showed even if it all but screamed masculine den. <br><br>Hopefully she would be able to have some space of her own outside of a couch; but then she shouldn't be too demanding just yet they had saved her life. Sort of. It was a struggle in her mind, how she should act, her normal self or more meek, and her mind still being locked up in the shock of it all wasn't helping a lot. <br><br>She sank down onto the couch, arms still wrapped tightly around the orange furball that was Eaerik, nodding at Cade's words though she didn't fully hear them. "I...thank you, you and your brother both. I know I might seem...odd or ungrateful but its just, really shocking. But thank you." The redhead stumbled around the words and her dark eyes were lowered, fixed on her cat which she kept petting, clearly uncomfortable and not use to being so grateful to a stranger. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 05:46:06</strong>
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				He watched her for a moment from the doorway and nodded slightly in response.&nbsp; “You’re welcome, now <em>sleep</em>, the world will be a new place when you wake,” he said before he turned and left, leaving the door open just enough for the cat to slip out if he needed to.&nbsp; <br><br>Cade stood in the hall for a moment, listening to her movement and the soft sound of her breathing.&nbsp; She would cling to that for a time, the trappings of life.&nbsp; In truth he still caught himself breathing by reflex, though it wasn’t necessary unless he wished to speak.&nbsp; His brother was more conscious of it, having to actually think to breathe on occasion.&nbsp; Finally he shook himself and moved through the hall, the faint sound of voices at the front door telling him that the police were there to get the report.&nbsp; He was just as glad that he didn’t have to participate. <br><br>He settled into one of the chairs in the living room, the same one he’d taken before and waited.&nbsp; His brother finally joined him sometime later and he arched an eyebrow, listening for a moment to make sure that the woman was either asleep or at least still in the den where he had left her.&nbsp; “What are we going to do about her brother?&nbsp; She might prove to be more of a trial than either of us can handle…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 05:51:36</strong>
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				“So you’re saying you went out on the step here, the car was no longer parked out front over there at the curb then?” the man dressed in Vegas police blues repeated.<br><br>“Correct.&nbsp; I saw that it was gone, went back inside and called your dispatchers.&nbsp; Told them the same thing, just glad I had the presence of mind to call you instead of completely flipping out that someone had stolen a seventy thousand dollar car…” Lan groused, fairly convincingly he thought, his mind conscious of just how close it was getting to sun up.<br><br>The officer looked him over, a note of suspicions in his voice as he spoke, “Well, it’s just that we’ve a report about a totaled vehicle less than twenty miles from here.&nbsp; It’s matching the description of what you’ve given us…but we don’t have a driver yet.&nbsp; Surprisingly, in fact, that the wreck should have turned up a corpse and yet we have none.”<br><br>Ignoring the comment, “M-my car?&nbsp; Totaled?&nbsp; Th-the bastard destroyed my…” he stifled a feigned fury.&nbsp; “I…I have to get my insurance company on this…right?”<br><br>“Well…that’s really the least of the worries…right now we have to confirm that it is indeed your car, and then we need to make an investigation, after that we’ll discuss our findings with you on the matter.”<br><br>“B-but it…it’s worth…was worth quite a lot of money…look, here’s my card, I really need to get a call into my insurance company…” he said shoving the piece of paper into the officer’s hand and turning to go back inside.<br><br>“We’ll be in…” the officer started to say as the door shut behind Lan, “…touch…dick.”&nbsp; The officer shrugged and went to his patrol car, leaving promptly with a scowl.<br><br>“Not bad…I should have done acting.” Lan grinned to himself as he walked into the living room.&nbsp; Seeing his twin he sat across from the other, breathing out a loud sigh, “Hopefully that was believable enough, brother.”&nbsp; Listening to his siblings concerns before replying, “We can guide her, I mean, we’re capable of that.&nbsp; We lead men to their deaths in battle, even when they didn’t want to go willingly, they went all the same.&nbsp; Just have to train her in our ways, learn hers as well.&nbsp; Besides, she’s a bit tasty, don’t you agree?” he chuckled.<br><br>“Look, if it gets to be too much, we’ll deal with her…” he said glancing back over his shoulder to the doorway where she was staying, “I’d rather not though…” he yawned loudly, “After all, she’s my first.&nbsp; You never forget your first, do you…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>23-04-2011, 23:42:50</strong>
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				Cade snorted slightly at his brothers words and shook his head.&nbsp; After centuries his brother no longer surprised him, but the familiar banter and casual disregard for the risk they were taking was more than amusing to him.&nbsp; Oddly comforting in fact, to know that some things would never change.&nbsp; At least not while he walked the earth, which would likely be centuries more unless their latest… companion… made a quick end of them.&nbsp; <br><br>“Tasty… I suppose that term could be applied to her.&nbsp; Stubborn, independent, pig-headed and rather obstinate come to mind first however,” he said with a chuckle. <br><br>“I had forgotten she was your first… no, you don’t ever forget.&nbsp; It’s a responsibility though Lan, one that falls on both of our shoulders.&nbsp; Keep that in mind.&nbsp; Her fate and ours rests in your hands more than mine, and I for one wish to continue reaping the benefits of my immortality for a while longer.&nbsp; Unlike some of the elders I have not grown bored with humanity, especially when it drops something like her in our laps.”<br><br>“Now, to bed with you.&nbsp; I will check the seals tonight, you need to rest and then hunt on the morrow.&nbsp; I’d hate for you to settle for Cat’s blood in the morning,” he chided as he rose. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 03:50:54</strong>
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				Lan snorted in laughter, “She has hair of fire, brother.&nbsp; When have you ever known a woman of that hair to ever be calm and level headed?&nbsp; Always spirited,” he said in a chuckling tone, “Until broken proper,” he finished under his breath.&nbsp; Leaning forward in his seat he nodded along to his brother’s words he smiled, “She’s my first, but I’ll make sure to look after her and help…guide her…along the path.&nbsp; The damn magic in her might take some getting used to though.&nbsp; But, that is a discussion for a later time; you and I both need sleep.”<br><br>Stretching, Lan slowly rose from the couch.&nbsp; “Perhaps in the evening she’ll be hungry enough to actually eat and listen to us…otherwise this will be a short lived siring.&nbsp; See you then, brother,” Lan said as he walked up the stairs to his room for sleep.&nbsp; His room was a simple and clean affair, almost European in a way, with monochromatic furniture and sparse wall hangings.&nbsp; The lack of clutter gave him an almost therapeutic feel whenever he walked into the space that was his own.&nbsp; Tossing his clothing aside, his eternal body held his warrior’s form, as he strode to his bed to take his rest.<br><br>Sleep came quickly to him, as it always did since the day of his first embracing, and he slipped off into a quiet and dreamless slumber.&nbsp; Hours strolled by, the heavily cloaked windows in his room concealed direct contact with the sun, even with the specially designed panes of glass he didn’t relish spending time basking in the sun’s rays.&nbsp; When the sun had barely started to fall below the horizon his eyes flittered open, the haze of a peaceful sleep still clouded his mind as he stumbled from his low bed and pulled on a pair of pants.<br><br>Going down stairs he felt his stomach rumble, as he stretched and popped bones running up and down the length of his body.&nbsp; Without thinking he stumbled to the door of the den, twisting the handle open, and walked in to retrieve his laptop.&nbsp; Her scent hit his nose suddenly, shocking him fully awake, “Oh…crap, sorry!” he quickly said as he saw Aaralyn laying on the couch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 09:58:08</strong>
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				It had taken little time to fall asleep. <br><br>Once she laid down the intensity of the night seemed to slam into her again; first she ended up crying, silent and shameful because Aaralyn hated crying, she always had, ever since her mother had left her. Hot angry tears rolled down her cheeks but crying proved to be the last action her body had energy for. She had squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears and not opened them again. Her cat guardian settled on her lap and purred, sending soothing waves into his charge while she slept. <br><br>A few times she stirred, but never fully awoke, sleep far too welcoming for once. <br><br>Something large crashed into the door of the den though, and the door then opened, the sound of footsteps enough to make her jerk upright, hands lifted and power flaring up into them a dark navy color thread with silver in the metaphysical flames. It took the redhead a moment to realize just who it was and then she blushed as he apologized, dropping her hands and dismissing her power. Doing so made her realize just how light headed she was feeling, and...hungry. Her expression was frozen for a moment, shock reading in her eyes before she dropped them to Eaerik who had just sunk his nails into her leg to jerk her from her thoughts. <br><br><em>That wasn't very nice</em>. She thought at him tartly. <br><br><em>Yes, well neither are you first thing upon waking. He saved you. Play nice and listen. You need to feed.</em> Aara made a face at the feline, realizing then that the tear trails on her face were still there. With a muttered curse she scrubbed at her cheeks.<br><br>"Its nothing to worry about, I'm the outsider after all. I'm sorry; maybe I should look into getting my own place if I'm going to disrupt you and your brother too much."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 02:53:40</strong>
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				Lan’s eyes focused on the brightness of the dark blue hue surrounding her hands, <em>Mental Note:&nbsp; Witches don’t lose their powers when turned…bet that’s not in some ages old Vampire Tome…</em> he thought, feeling the warm trickle of his life potentially ending far too soon for his liking.&nbsp; The moment her power trailed away into nothing, noting how quickly it did in a rather impressive way, his smile returned.<br><br>He walked over to hear as she spoke, slowly, and his smile seemed to reach his eyes.&nbsp; “Not to worry…I’m a bit sour when I wake up early myself,” his voice was a soothing, rich timbre, with a hint of controlling command to it.&nbsp; “I imagine you would be hungry…you’re composing yourself better than my brother and I had when we first were turned, believe me.”&nbsp; He stood over her, looking down to her and reaching a hand out, brushing his thumb over a trail of tears on her face, “It wouldn’t do with you being on your own for the moment.&nbsp; Maybe in a few years you will have fully acclimated yourself to all your new abilities…plus I don’t think a witch has ever been turned, especially not one as pretty as yourself.”<br><br>A chuckle left his lips as he turned back to his laptop on the desk.&nbsp; “Forgive my imprudence; I should have recalled this to be your domain for the moment.&nbsp; And we have a few other empty rooms you can use.&nbsp; So there’s no need to find a place so quickly…” <em>Not before I have another taste of you…</em> he smiled to himself as he woke the laptop from its slumber.<br><br>“I just needed to check my stocks, the market closed a few hours ago…” he said, a rather odd and mundane task for a powerful Vampire to perform.&nbsp; “There was a time when just a sword would get you all the comforts of life you needed, you know?&nbsp; Those years have long passed and you…correction…those mortals out there have turned the world into one of small bits of paper having all the power.&nbsp; I don’t know how they did it…” he grinned as he sat down, his muscles flexing just right in the dim glow from the electronic device.&nbsp; “We’ll get you something to eat in an hour.&nbsp; The sun will be fully well down then, and that’s when all the fun really begins in this city anyways.”&nbsp; His eyes quickly scanned over the numbers, a grimace on his face as he saw one series.&nbsp; “That…that hurt,” he grinned, almost sheepishly at her, “I just lost a little over a million Euro…but its offset somewhat by my tech…this is boring you…” he chuckled.&nbsp; “Tell me, Aaralyn…” he could feel a certain heat filling his skin as he said her name, leaning forward, his demeanor became almost possessive in his posture.&nbsp; “What do you want to do tonight?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 18:25:41</strong>
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				He had a rather nice smile she noticed as she swung her legs down over the edge of the couch and turned to watch him move through the room, tucking some of her flame colored hair behind her ear. Her eyes softened, lulled a bit by the sound of his rich voice, it seemed to make her feel so content. How odd. He was so tall standing above her and she stayed very still as he touched her cheek, blushing when she realized that her cheeks held evidence of her tears. She had never been an overly emotional girl, not like some of the Coven but here she was, tear stains on her face, weak and blushing because a man was touching her. Just freaking great. <br><br>Some part of her was relieved to have her suggestion of going off on her own rejected so instantly by the handsome vampire who had given her this new life, she felt a tug to him, and a lesser one to his brother. She had always insisted that she could handle herself in the big bad world, wanted a chance to prove it. Right now she very much just wanted a safe place to recollect herself, feeling so shaken didn't sit well with Aaralyn though. She shifted when he moved to the desk, trying to shake herself and find the fiery spirit that had always been a part of her. She just felt hunger, confusion and the oddest need to be held. <br><br>She hadn't let anyone really hold her since she was little, since she realized her mother was never coming back for her. <br><br>"I...am. Eaerik says I need to eat..er feed, to listen to you." She confessed to her hunger, her dark eyes glancing down and away clearly conflicted inside herself. She was hungry, her stomach was cramping horribly and she felt light headed but the thought of drinking blood still seemed just wrong. It was a part of her life now, the sooner she adjusted the better she supposed. <br><br><em>Stupid harpy...</em> That was who she wanted to feed from, that flame of revenge still burning in her breast but she was smart enough to know that the brother's were right, as was her guardian, she was too weak to take on the creature that killed her just yet. Damn it. <br><br>"Empty rooms? Like I could have a bedroom for myself? So you know, I don't accidentally flame ball someone who wakes me up....I really am sorry about that. Everything feels like its still...surreal." She trailed off, the redhead lounging back against the couch and petting her cat idly to listen to him talk about stocks and swords. What was their back history? To speak of a sword meant a few centuries back at least. Her dark navy eyes ran along the line of his arms, noting the muscles and remembering how easily Cade had handled her the night before. Even if it had been awhile neither twin had lost any muscle it seemed. She could picture them pretty well as sword wielding warriors of old. <br><br>The switch from stock talk to him saying her name in a way that made her freeze and nearly shudder, her eyes widening certainly caught her attention and she blinked, trying to speak. How did this man befuddle her so easily? The witch bit her lower lip, thinking. She was in the City of Sin, with two hot, powerful vampires who apparently didn't want to get rid of her just yet. What did she want to do? Have sex, but that seemed a bit...assuming. And if she was going to be spending some time with them then she would rather them not know that she had died a virgin, how pathetic. Perhaps she could take care of it herself somehow, feed and the sex at the same time. Night clubs were supposedly hectic, loud and packed with people. She flashed him the saucy smile that had always promised trouble before, the gleam of 'Hell's Angel' showing through. "Could we go clubbing? I was never allowed out at the Coven, the only time I've seen a club was when we went to kill the harpy but well...you saw how that turned out. It would be an easy feeding ground possibly?" The last was a question, showing her resignation to the fact that she would need to feed and have easy prey to do so. <br><br>Aara glanced down at herself and then shook her head at herself "Not that I have the right clothing for such a thing of course."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 03:53:14</strong>
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				Lan nodded and spoke, “A wise…<em>cat</em>…that he is.&nbsp; I know that it will be difficult to do, when I came out of my craze and realized what I and my brother had done together…well, we weren’t thrilled to say the least.”&nbsp; Shifting back and reclining in the chair, a gentle creaking sound of the wood as the stress of his frame caused it discomfort in movement, he thought about how best he could help her ease into her new unlife.<br><br>The corners of his lips turned up slightly, “It’s alright.&nbsp; I should have remembered myself.&nbsp; Rude to barge in on a woman while she sleeps…” he chuckled, “Yes, a bedroom for you to sleep in; means we will have to get a bed for you; clothes as well.&nbsp; I’m sure when my brother wakes up we can take you to a few places to get attire…and feed.&nbsp; Clubbing won’t be a problem, unless Cade doesn’t want to go to one; which I doubt.”<br><br>“But you will have to feed before the club…I don’t think it’d be wise to put you in a room packed with so many people.&nbsp; If you’re too hungry you might drain someone completely, and that is something you are forbidden to do,” he said, the irony of forbidding her from doing the very same thing he had done a moment earlier was not lost on him.&nbsp; “One thing you have to understand quickly…there’s a large coven of Vampires in this town.&nbsp; My brother and I exist outside of their ranks because of our age and a standing agreement we have to <strong>not</strong> create a competing coven.&nbsp; What I did might have created a situation for us, so caution is needed.&nbsp; I’m certain it won’t be a problem though.”<br><br>“And don’t worry about that harpy situation…you did better than I probably could have.&nbsp; I didn’t even know the damn things existed,” he laughed softly, “For that matter I didn’t know your kind even existed outside fairy tales and wild claims of ignorant villagers.&nbsp; Do you really turn people into newts?” he asked with a wry grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 21:56:01</strong>
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				"Don't worry, I've doubted that he's really a cat for sometime, but rather like felines he refuses to give up any secrets." The subject of that line of conversation shifted in her lap, pricking her with his nails and gave her a cat yawn to show that he didn't care before settling back down and curling up. <br><br>:.<em>Love you too</em>.: she thought at her 'pet'. Her dark eyes flashed back up to him as he shifted on his chair, noting that Lan made the thing creak. So powerful. What would being a vampire mean for her outside of having to drink blood and avoid the sunshine? <br><br>"I don't have a way to pay for anything right now though...perhaps just see it as a loan?" Her comment there perhaps revealed too much of the witch's pride but that was a byproduct of the Coven's training. No witch ever accepted anything for free; being in the debt of others was a dangerous business and building up other people's like and admiration of them guarded them some from persecution, holding debts made it much easier to make certain one didn't get burned at the stake or anything of the like. <br><br>"You are the expert, so I suppose...Master? Vampire so whatever you say. I'll be a good girl, for now. But why is it bad to drain someone completely? Also, will I have to sleep in a coffin or give up garlic? Cause garlic tastes really yummy and I love Italian food." She flashed him a playful smile, trying to show that she wouldn't be a complete pain int he ass. The mention of a Coven of Vampire's didn't surprise her, probably a lot of the '<em>Others</em>' in the world formed similar groups for mutual protection and such. Made sense. "Just how old are you two? And I'm sorry if you...um..what's the term? Birthing seems a bit off, but whatever you did to 'save' me will cause you two issues. I'll do whatever I can to help out there."<br><br>Lan's comment about turning people into newts drew a husky laugh from her and she shook her head. "Witches have been around as long as vampires I bet; we call come from the same root after all, the Fallen, like my mother. I don't care much for newts but a snake could be fun, imagine all the naughty things one could do.....kidding, really." She laughed harder then, shaking her head at herself and the silliness of it. "Harpies are undead witches, so sort of like you and Cade I guess sans the blood drinking and fangs...." she trailed off, a peculiar expression on her features as she raised a hand to her mouth and probed. "Do I have fangs now?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 23:12:00</strong>
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				Cade was sitting in his room, his ankle resting on the opposite knee as he sat in a leather chair that had seen better days.&nbsp; The leather was pock marked and faded, which explained why it was in his room instead of the study, but he had not been willing to get rid of it when they had decided to redecorate.&nbsp; It was comfortable and worn with time, much like he was.&nbsp; The likeness wasn’t lost on him, but he truly didn’t care.&nbsp; He pushed the button on his kindle that changed to the next page and enjoyed the quiet of the house.&nbsp; <br><br>An hour later that quiet was broken by the murmur of voices, telling him that the others had finally woken with the setting of the sun.&nbsp; He took the time to get to the end of his chapter before setting the thing back on his table and stretching.&nbsp; Hunger made his body complain as he finished dressing and left the room.&nbsp; He needed to feed, and if he needed to then it was likely that his brother did as well.&nbsp; <br><br>He paused outside of the study and listened to their conversation for a moment before timing his entrance so that he could answer his brother’s new companion’s question.&nbsp; “Yes you do, but only when you feel threatened or hungry.&nbsp; You won’t learn to control them well for a few years, which means you’ll have to be careful out among humanity,” he said as he nodded towards his brother in greeting.&nbsp; “Garlic is fine in small amounts and if you drain someone completely they die… so unless you want to leave a trail of bodies behind you…” he trailed off.<br><br>“Now, it’s time for your first hunt, the shower is down the hall on the right if you’d like to clean up before we head out,” he said.&nbsp; “Assuming of course that my Brother doesn’t mind the company.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 19:08:49</strong>
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				Her attention flew to the door the moment that Cade appeared, dark eyes flashing with a wariness before settling into something more friendly; it was hard to relax with both of them here. Last night she had been in shock she supposed but now things were settling in more she found herself in the company of two male vampires and with a whole new set of rules she had to play by. One life had been given up before she had fully been able to live it and now she was in another and yoked to at least Lan if not his brother as well. Still...it could be worth it. Maybe she could get Cade to give her a ride on his bike again...<br><br>"Well that's handy I suppose, that they aren't always there the way they are with Lestat and such. Seemed rather impossible to not make it clear about the whole "I van to suck vour blood" aspect." Aaralyn wondered if that reference would upset them but it was part of the pop culture idea of vampires after all. At least they were thought of as somewhat dangerous and sexy usually, witches often had warts and long noses. Or green skin. What the hell was with that? <br><br>Claws bit into her thighs and she yelped, glaring at the orange cat on her lap. :.<em>Focus Aara, no trail of bodies, no draining completely.</em>: <br><br>:.<em>I got it, thanks Master Yoda-Cat</em>.: She snapped back at him before making herself smile at Cade and Lan. <br><br>"No draining, got it, does seem a bit messy to do that anyway. I'm all up for a shower but....clothing is still an issue unless you don't mind me going out like so..." The redhead gestured to herself clad in the clothing from the night before with several rips and tears and plenty of blood on them. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>09-10-2011, 21:33:51</strong>
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				<em>Always one for the dramatic entrance, brother.</em>&nbsp; Lan smirked at his twin’s answer of a trail of bodies, adding “Right, and you’re a bit young to sire so no draining a body dry.&nbsp; We exist by creating as little attention as possible.&nbsp; Also, none of that Master crap.&nbsp; I’m Lan.&nbsp; And Cade covered the basics for you well enough.”&nbsp; Sitting back he nodded in agreement to his brother about the hunting and company.<br><br>He was about to suggest something to his brother when he heard her literary and cinema references with regards to vampires.&nbsp; Rolling his eyes slightly, an audible groan leaving his lips, he spoke dryly, “No.&nbsp; And we don’t sparkle, either.&nbsp; I hate Hollywood sometimes…as for clothing, you can pick something out of my clothes to make due for the moment.&nbsp; We can go to get you something more appropriate before we set out to hunt,” he grinned.&nbsp; “Be quick about it though, I believe the sun will start rising at around a quarter past six, and you really don’t want to be caught out in it.”<br><br>Waiting for her to leave he turned to his brother as the door shut.&nbsp; “She still has control over her magic…still can’t believe I’m saying that.&nbsp; Did you know that witches existed, brother?&nbsp; I certainly didn’t…but that’s beside the point.&nbsp; I would appreciate a bit of help in watching over her.&nbsp; She’s already handling the hunger better than we did, but I don’t even begin to fathom what surprises she might have for us.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sinner's All [Wisti &amp; Kyrsa &amp; Falanor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-10-2011, 22:32:08</strong>
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				It reassured her that they seemed to have a sense of humor, particularly Lan; she smiled at him when he said not to use Master crap. Reassuring that a man who could claim some sort of right over her was so laid back. She would have hated to come off as ungrateful while asserting her independence. It still was a point of frustration after a night of sleep that she had 'died' a virgin, and with such a restricted life; she hadn't ever really lived. Her dark eyes danced with mirth when he commented that they didn't sparkle. "Oh good, I fear I've never had much of a sparkling personality anyways." <br><br>A lame joke, but it was just the start of the night. Dressing in Lan's clothing wasn't something she was necessarily against so with a shrug of her shoulders she got to her feet, the cat having jumped from her lap just before she did. "I sure hope you boys don't always value you being quick...some things are best savored after all." With a laugh and a smile she left them then, letting the door shut and leave the 'men' to discuss whatever it was they would. A shower sounded like nothing short of heaven, the blood and gore really had to go. At least, she thought with a smile, they would never think she had died without sex with her attitude. Aara found the bathroom where Cade said it would be and happily discarded her ruined jeans, blouse and undergarments, though her heeled leather boots she set to the side hoping a little TLC might get the blood off of them. <br><br>Italian black leather knee high, high heeled boots were rather expensive after all. Maybe she should have worn sneakers though, might have been able to run faster. <br><br>Shaking her head at herself she fiddled with the shower controls for a moment before managing to turn it on and to the proper temperature. Stepping under the spray though she yelped and jerked back quickly. The water pressure was intense. And she realized she hadn't even bothered to turn on the lights. No shit it was going to take a few days to adjust, more likely a year. Slowly the redhead inched into the shower's spray again, taking time to adjust and fiddling with the shower head to lessen the pressure so it wasn't beating her. It actually felt rather like a deep tissue massage once she had it adjusted right. <br><br>"Mmhm....much better...." she purred out to the air, turning to start washing her body and noticing most of her injuries from the night before had healed; it was just the blood and gore that lingered. Tenderly she washed her hair, relieved to find that the harpy's claw marks there were almost gone as well. Her hands slowly traversed the expanse of pale smooth skin to gather information and just where she was wounded, but she found nothing large and ended up noticing that she was too thin, her ribs standing out as were her hip bones. She used her power and thought little of what it did to her physical being, yesterday clearly had drained away the softer curves she had accumulated over time with the use of her crystals. <br><br>Of which she needed more of, her power was far too faulty and usually only came when she was in a fight or flight situation, the drawbacks of having a shit load of power, it was like being a nuclear bomb. Not great for the small stuff.&nbsp; <br><br>With a sigh Aaralynn located a wash cloth to begin washing her body. There she made a happy new discovery, the sensation of the sudsy cloth against her skin was simply rapturous, which led to her very slowly washing each part of herself and soft moans of pleasure falling from her lips. Showering had turned into a sensual delight, maybe being a vampire wouldn't be so bad after all. 
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