The Dark Dance Of The The Vampire and The Clown (Harley & Mordred)
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				Title: <strong>The Dark Dance Of The The Vampire and The Clown (Harley &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 11:03:48</strong>
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				The Machete was what his friends called him, for his trademark skills with all objects with a sharp blade. His specialty, he would always joke, being the machete. Those that foolishly whispered behind his back called him Smiler, after the seemingly friendly smile that always filled his otherwise handsome face. Max was his true name. His last, unknown. He stood nearly six foot, five inches, had shoulder length dark blond hair, and icy blue eyes. Those that looked long in his eyes would later swear there was something purely evil in him.<br><br>Max and his three henchmen were sent by the Boss to collect from a fool who got late in his payments. Max sat in the kitchen drinking a cup of herbal tea while the other three caused screams of torture in the master bedroom. This seemed to go on forever, which bugged Max the Machete. He didn't care about the pain being dealt but he did want to make sure they retrieved what they came for.<br><br>The kitchen door burst open as the old man was shoved down onto his knees. He was disheveled in an old t-shirt and boxers and an old robe. Throwing his hands down on Max's feet, he cried, begging. "Please.. I promise, I will have the money by the end of the month. Please, can I just have a bit more time?"<br><br>Max took a long sip from the cup of tea. "You know it doesn't work like that. Come on.. you've had two extensions already. Now, I am here. When I am here, I leave with either a payment, or your head. It's your choice. I don't make the rules. I.. am simply doing my job." This wasn't entirely true. Max enjoyed causing pain and suffering. Behind his friendly smile was the heart of a coldblooded killer. Yet he always preferred to do his job with no witnesses. This brought a wild notoriety to his reputation. He was feared. Even by those that he worked for.<br><br>Waving his hands towards the back door, Max stood. "Leave me here with our client." Crouching down, he grabbed the old man's hair, lifting his face. Peering coldly into his eyes, Max whispered, "It's time you and I had a serious chat."<br><br>As the back door closed, Max pulled the old man up, pushing him back into the chair. "So, if I don't leave with what you owe.. you either have to cough up something equally valuable.. or.. frankly, you will die. And before you shrug and take the option of death, let me warn you. It will be very unpleasant." This was no joke, for only a week before, Max had cut off someones balls, then forced the guy to eat them. Then he put him through hours of further torture. "What's it going to be?"<br><br>The old man stared at Max for long, drawn out seconds. Pointing up to a cupboard, he whispered, "Up on the top shelf, in a coffee can, there is something you might find.. interesting." The old man then seemed to relax completely. It was as if he had resigned to the fact of his own death and he simply didn't care.<br><br>Max opened the cupboard door, reached up and pulled down an old rusty coffee can. Inside was a glass vial filled with a red liquid. "What the fuck is this? What bullshit are you trying to pull?" Yet staring at the small glass tube, he instantly felt an interest in it. In fact, he felt a strong urge to pop the cork off and drink it down. This is madness, he thought. I don't even know what this shit is.<br><br>Clearing his throat, the old man spoke. "You give your boss that, he will be able to sell for more money than you can imagine. Ever hear of Vlad the Impaler? That's his blood. He lived off drinking the blood of others. There is power in that vial. More power than you can ever know." The old man started to laugh. A slight shake of his shoulders that built to his head thrown back as he laughed loudly.<br><br>Max was hardly even aware of the old man. Staring at the vial, he shook his head. This is bullshit. This old fucker is trying to con me. Popping the cork off suddenly, he threw his head back, guzzling down the glass tube's entire contents. The old man jumped up, screaming as he tried to knock the vial from his hand. But it was too late.<br>~~~~~<br>Ten minutes later, Max stood in the kitchen looking down at four dead bodies. The old man and his three henchmen. All drained of every single drop of blood. His chest heaved with deep breaths. The smell of blood still filled his senses to dizzying heights. What just happened, he thought. What the hell's happened to me? A blur of memory told him that instantly upon drinking the vial he was only aware of one thing. The old man's pulse. The blood inside screamed at him, pulled him to be drank, consumed, ripped out by whatever way possible. Yet he also realized he had two razor sharp fangs. Some crazy instinct told him in a flash of thought to sink those fangs into the old man's neck, and he did. Within seconds he guzzled every drop from the now lifeless man. He then called the other three inside and within a minute all were dead and drained as well.<br><br>Thoughts flooded his mind. He knew, somehow, he had to remain in the dark. Or, only be out at night. He also knew his life depended on drinking blood. Looking down, he saw his skin had faded to an eerie paleness and he was cold. Not shivering cold but cold as if he were dead.<br><br>With a start, his senses spiked with wild awareness. I'm not alone, he thought. He could feel a pulse somewhere in the small house. Closing his eyes, he breathed in the scent deeply. It was wildly intoxicating. Moving with blurring speed, he burst into the smaller bedroom. The closet door was closed but he knew whoever it was, was in that door. All he could think of was that pulse that lurked within.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampie and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 19:03:31</strong>
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				The pulse behind the closet door was increasing in speed immediately upon having the intruder burst into the bedroom.&nbsp; &nbsp;If he were to open the door, he would find a young woman curled up in a ball against the back of the closet, trying to hide from the danger that lurked nearby. <br><br>&nbsp;She wore a silken red robe that reached down to her feet and shimmered within any light that touched it.&nbsp; The woman was completely bare underneath the fabric though, with soft and warm skin that held a light fair color.&nbsp; Her form was lithe, like a dancer's, with a pair of soft and perky breasts that don't seem to be larger than the size of apples.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had a head of a light blonde hair, which almost appeared white sometimes in certain lighting, and it was worn down that evening and reached down to the middle of her back in thick shiny locks.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her face was angelic looking, with a pair of light rosy lips, and eyes that are a deep shade of an ocean blue.&nbsp; &nbsp; Those very same eyes stare off at the closet door in silent horror as she can hear the intruder creep closer still.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The young woman knew she would be done for.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was just a matter of time before the door would open and he would kill her, or worse.&nbsp; &nbsp;All she could do was remain still and try not to breathe.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampie and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 00:58:33</strong>
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				Max stood before the closet, staring at himself in the full length mirror door. The creature that stared back seemed to be him, but different. His blue eyes had turned an eerie shade that appeared as ice. They matched how he felt. Cold. So cold, a coroner would declare him dead. Am I dead, he wondered? Moment by moment, he felt changes occurring inside. It scared the shit out of him but it also felt perversely wonderful. He knew without a doubt he now had a freakish strength. He could also feel every single drop of blood inside his veins. Each one had it's own characteristics and history. History? Of a drop of blood? Yes, the killer had now fully lost his mind, he was sure.<br><br>All these thoughts dissolved as he took in a deep breath, filling with the intoxicating scent behind the mirror door. A young woman, he could tell. Her flow of blood was quickening by the second. She was scared, terrified. This sensation filled him with a ravenous hunger. Somehow he knew the blood was enhanced in flavor by fear. Fear was delicious.<br><br>The creature in the mirror smiled darkly. Gone was the friendly smile he used in his profession. No longer would his boyish appearance do him any good. For now, his face held only menace. Pale to the point of nearly being the color of bone, his lips were almost bright blue. Lips of the dead, he thought. Yet they almost glowed as if an inner light illuminated them. Within them, two razor sharp fangs that glistened dangerously. Each seemed to whisper inside of him, willing him to burst through the mirror and take his next victim.<br><br>Scraping a fingernail along the mirror like a blade, the scraping, cutting sound filled the air. He could sense that pulse within soaring even higher. Beckoning his newly formed fangs to drink from the fountain within. With a sudden crazed speed, he ripped the doors free, sending them shattering behind him. About to dive within, he stopped in his tracks. Suddenly he was unaware who's pulse was racing faster.. his, or the beautiful girl in the red silk that stared at him with eyes the color of the most serene ocean waves. Every breath she took caused the silk to shimmer enticingly, luring his hunger. Yet he froze, stunned by her beauty.<br><br>Snapping out of his daze, he grabbed her wrists, pulling her up harshly. "Who the hell are you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampie and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 02:09:02</strong>
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				Before she knew it, the sudden flash of movement whirled before her, and she felt herself being dragged up to her feet.&nbsp; &nbsp;At first, she was so scared and overwhelmed that she didn't notice his appearance at all.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her eyes had shut and she was wincing and shivering in fright.&nbsp; &nbsp;And then the pain in her wrists set in, he was still holding them and with the way he was treating her, he could instantly break them if he had wanted.&nbsp; &nbsp;All it would take was to bend them at a mere fraction in the wrong direction and she could lose her hands.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>When he asked her who she was, her eyes blinked open and her sweet baby ocean blues were focused upon his face.&nbsp; &nbsp;That was when she took a good look at him.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had never seen a man who was as pale as he was, and his touch felt incredibly cold.&nbsp; &nbsp;And then there were those eyes, those icy hues that instantly drew her attention.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was like staring into a raging ice storm.&nbsp; &nbsp;It both sent a chill down her spine and gave her a feeling that she should not look away.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She knew right then and there that this was no ordinary man.&nbsp; &nbsp;And as each second of silence from her went by, her little heart was thumping even harder against her chest.&nbsp; &nbsp;A fluttery beat like that of a bird's.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Eventually, she manages to say in a soft spoken and nearly choked voice, "Fae...."&nbsp; &nbsp;The young woman freezes momentarily, as if she had realized she may of said the last thing she would ever say before he would possibly kill her.&nbsp; &nbsp;But then she braves herself and starts asking, "-- What is going on..?&nbsp; Who are you?"&nbsp; There was a moment of silence as she asks the last question with a look of dread, "Where is my grandfather..?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampie and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 02:35:38</strong>
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				As she spoke, the creature that had been Max stared in wonder as a multitude of details flooded his senses. He could sense her heart's every fluctuating beat. It was rising in it's tempo yet was also inconsistent in it's pattern. Four thumps, then the faintest pause, then two, then a pause, then back to the beginning. The pause was so minute it almost escaped his awareness. Somehow he knew no heart could go unnoticed from him. Beyond it's beat, though, the creature felt something wildly powerful in the girl's heart. Inside that wild drumming there was laced a presence he couldn't put his finger on but it was maddeningly wonderful.<br><br>Tightening his grip very slightly, not to damage but to subdue any thought of resistance, his eyes travelled over her. The silk ever so faintly brushed across her skin with each beat. He could tell she had nothing on under the robe and this excited him very much. Whatever he had turned into, that beast between his legs still functioned. In fact, he suddenly realized it was as monstrous as he was, in it's appetites. A hunger now soaring by this small beauty who was now fully in his power.<br><br>"What kind of name is Fae?", he asked. He didn't care, he was about to end this girls small life when suddenly a new awareness flooded him. The sun! He could feel it's presence starting to peek over the horizon, across the river, beyond the miles until the earth curved in it's spherical form. It's breathe was starting to blast along the ground, hurrying along, as if it was equally aware of him and wanted nothing more but to caress his skin with it's fiery whisper. Fear blasted his entire mind. Whatever he was, he would die within moments unless, somehow..<br><br>Max dropped her hands as he fell to his knees, quickly weakening, needing the dark. His vision was closing in rapidly. All he could see were the girl's perfect toes. Toes that just barely stuck out from a caressing wave of red silk. "Please", he whispered.. spraying with harsh sounds, "I won't.. kill.. just..", weakening by the second, the sun was screaming even quicker along the landscape. "Need.. darkness.." Most of his body collapsed inside the closet as the creature that had been Max passed out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampie and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 03:31:03</strong>
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				It would be several hours later before he would open his eyes again, and when he did so he saw darkness.&nbsp; &nbsp; There was a faint light in the room, of a single candle that rested nearby, along with a delicate scent of vanilla.&nbsp; &nbsp; Shadows flickered in time with the candle's flame movement, dancing upon the walls of the room.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Once he has fully come to his senses again, he would find that he is lying in an empty bathtub, save for some pillows and thick blankets that provided comfortable enough of bedding for him.&nbsp; &nbsp;The tub itself was larger than most, seeming to be a deluxe model that only the wealthy could afford, so it did provide a little more than enough space for him to turn and shift if he wished to do so.&nbsp; &nbsp;Luckily for him, this bathroom did not have any windows, so he was perfectly safe from the sun.<br><br>If he were to take a look around, he would find that he was not alone.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sitting upon her knees beside the bathtub was that very same young woman that he wished to attack just hours ago.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was watching over him, her hands gripping onto a bit of the silk fabric upon her legs as she waited for him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even within the small candlelight, her ocean blue eyes glistened like water and they were fixed steadily on his icy eyes.&nbsp; There was a look of concern upon her angelic face, and as she watched him wake up, she spoke in her soft spoken voice, "Are you...&nbsp; All right?"&nbsp; &nbsp;She appeared to be a bit nervous still, but not as afraid as before.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampie and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 23:09:49</strong>
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				Several hours seemed to last several years inside the mind that had so recently been Max. In a coma-like state, he could sense the young woman close. So close, her pulse not only soaked into every sense but he could also feel her skin over his as she somehow moved him. The effect was madly stimulating. He screamed inside his mind to wake up, yet he couldn't.<br><br>At a deeper level, changes continued inside him. Nerve-endings, he somehow knew, both dissolved and reformed. Muscle tissue buzzed as what was living, organic matter shifted into a different substance. The strangest sensation was deep in his very bones. What had been composed of calcium and water hardened into something beyond steel. He knew he had somehow become nearly indestructible. What the fuck have you become, his thoughts somehow kept chanting inside, deep inside a mind that was also changing. The impatient newly born monster was maturing rapidly, yet the mind held onto that part of him that was completely insane. The combination was a strange mix of super instinctive reasoning with utter madness. It felt wonderful yet totally unsettling.<br><br>As the last bit of the sun finally sank from the curve of landscape, his eyes sprang open. Candle light filled his vision, for a moment terrifying him. Flame was the same color of the sun. Yet he knew it wasn't the same. That worry instantly faded.<br><br>Instantly he could recall every moment he was asleep, as the young woman struggled to get him in the tub. She had been humming a soft tune which now filled his mind. A sweet sound that now softly asked him how he was. The sweet voice which now came from soft, perfect lips. Lips that moved from a beautiful face which candle light enhanced even further. Flickering light danced upon the silk that surrounded the small bundle of perfection. Fae, he recalled, was her name. The hunger he felt inside for this exquisite creature was overwhelming.. yet somehow the changes that occurred inside him during his sleep, helped him hold onto control.<br><br>A smile spread across his face as he whispered in an unfamiliar voice, "Actually, I'm quite well, Fae." Inside, a taunting voice screamed at him to pounce upon the gorgeous girl, rip into her throat, drain her of every drop. Instead, he slowly extended a hand, "I am.." He was no longer Max, that he knew for sure. "I am.. Magnus." And he was. And he suddenly realized he would be for a very long time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampie and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 00:41:31</strong>
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				"Magnus..."&nbsp; The woman in red whispered once, a whisper that was utterly soft and sweet to the ear, "That is an interesting name."&nbsp; &nbsp;She fell silent for a moment, smiling with a hint of a curl to her soft pink lips, as she lifted her dainty hand up to take hold of his own that he was offering her.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;Just as the tips of her fingers brushed against his own, there was a sudden spark of what seemed like electricity.&nbsp; &nbsp;A reaction perhaps to having warmth touch those chilled fingertips.&nbsp; &nbsp;For a moment, she was startled and began to move her hand away in response, but immediately she stopped herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>It would be impolite</em>, she thought.&nbsp; And so, carefully, she reached back in and took a gentle grasp of his pale hand.&nbsp; This time the touch was different.&nbsp; The electric charge was there, but this time it felt more pleasant.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was a tingling sensation there, and she couldn't help but simply enjoy the touch.&nbsp; &nbsp;She found herself not letting go of his hand, and slowly her slender fingers were twining with his own.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Her ocean blue seas rose up to steadily meet his icy hues, which seemed to strangely glow within the dark of the bathroom.&nbsp; &nbsp;The flame of the candle seemed to shiver even more, as if it picked up the sense of the strange touch between the two different creatures.&nbsp; &nbsp;The play of shadow and light grew more intense as they continued to dance upon the walls, and over the vampire and young woman's forms.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Without letting go of his hand, Fae began to lean a few inches closer towards the tub and she said with a calm and yet worrisome expression still, "I saw my grandfather...&nbsp; Saw what happened to him.&nbsp; &nbsp;And the other...&nbsp; Bodies."&nbsp; She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as she added, "I know what you have become."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampie and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 02:19:11</strong>
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				There was something oddly fascinating about the young woman that made it nearly impossible for Magnus to part his gaze from her blue eyes. Her eyes alone seemed to be windows into swaying seas, never remaining the same. Whatever he had become, he knew that was impossible.<br><br>As their hands touched, what was already like a wild storm in his awareness took on an entirely new dimension of sensation, in her pulse. Each millisecond there was contact it was as if a dial was turning up, increasing a different type of volume. Again he had visions of jumping out of the tub and ripping into he neck.. yet as soon as that thought arose, he felt a new sensation. Guilt. Not even before this change took effect had he ever felt any regret for any wrong doing. Guilt was a foreign concept that now flooded him when he thought of drinking this girl's blood. He was shaken out of his thoughts by her words. Oh yes, the old man.. her grandfather.<br><br>As he looked into her eyes, that sensation again flooded him. Stop it! What the hell do you care how she feels? Yet his voice spoke deeply, softly.. "If you know what I have become, maybe you can explain why I did what I did? I admit, I wasn't here for a good reason. And the old man.. he was likely to be harmed, anyway.. but.." Suddenly his eyes caught something else. Within the flawless neck below those crimson lips, there was the faintest shift. Again that pulse. He knew if he didn't quench this thirst soon, she would be in harm. The very idea horrified him to his core.<br><br>Closing his eyes for a moment, Magnus reached for a new skill he could feel inside. Reached in to then reach out. Through walls, glass, stone.. out to the surroundings outside in the dark. A couple walked a dog in a park across the street. Farther.. a woman was getting out of her car. Farther still.. two darkly dressed men lurked in the shadows waiting. Ah yes! Jumping out of th tub with a sudden speed, he lightly landed on his feet. Movements felt good. Whatever he was, he was now very nimble and incredibly strong.<br><br>"Fae..", he spoke softly to the beautiful girl with the ocean eyes as his hand took hers. "I apologize about your grandfather. I know seeing what you saw must have been shocking. If I don't leave here now and take care of something, I'm afraid of what I might do to you." He started to look at his watch but then realized there was no need. Time was connected to the sun. He knew, somehow, exactly how long until the sun reappeared.. which also let him know the exact time. "I will be back in about 20 minutes, give or take. Then, if you are willing, you can tell me all about what you believe I 'am'.." Snatching his hand back, as that haunting pulse again flooded his entire range of hungers, the being now who called himself Magnus vanished in a blur through the bathroom door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 03:53:11</strong>
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				"Wait...!"&nbsp; &nbsp;Fae's head snapped upward as she watched Magnus vanish through the door.&nbsp; &nbsp; There wasn't any time to react or to stop him from leaving, but she felt her hand reach out for the door, the same hand that was touching his cool flesh just moments ago.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her palm pressed against the wooden surface and she lingered there.&nbsp; &nbsp; There was something she wanted to ask him, but now it was too late.&nbsp; &nbsp;Would he really be back?<br><br>There was no longer any need to remain in the bathroom any longer, and so she steadily rose to her bare feet.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her eyes drifted towards the single candle that held that sweet vanilla scent, and she decided to take it with her.&nbsp; &nbsp; Carefully, she lifted the candle up within her delicate hand (without letting the flame blow out) and she opened the door, slowly entering into her bedroom.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Fae carried the candle to her nightstand and placed it there, allowing the light of the flickering flame to fill the room with another performance of light and shadow.&nbsp; &nbsp;She stared off at the flame and then let her ocean blue gaze drift towards her window.&nbsp; &nbsp;All was quiet.&nbsp; &nbsp;It seemed like just a minute ago she had been asleep and dreaming before everything went horribly wrong.&nbsp; &nbsp;She couldn't even bear to look closely at the bodies that are now lying within the rest of the house.&nbsp; Her grandfather's especially.&nbsp; &nbsp;All that Fae could think to do was cover them with spare bedsheets from the closet.&nbsp; &nbsp;When she reached her grandfather's body, which she saved for last, she just dropped the white bed sheet over his head and turned and fled back into her bedroom.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She collapsed onto the queen sized bed, and buried her face within her pillow.&nbsp; &nbsp;Slowly, her little body began to jerk with the silent tears she had bottled up inside.&nbsp; Resting upon one of the pillows was a small porcelain doll.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was a doll of a lady clown.&nbsp; &nbsp;A harlequin dressed in red and black diamonds and with a painted face and little jester-like hat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her grandfather had given it to her when she was so small.&nbsp; &nbsp;Why she hadn't bothered to part with it is anyone's guess, but she would say it was for sentimental reasons.&nbsp; &nbsp;Especially even now, it was her one special possession she held that reminded her of her grandfather.&nbsp; &nbsp;Of all the wonderful times they shared throughout the years.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Now what would she do?&nbsp; &nbsp;She should of called the police by now, but she knew that Magnus would be coming back shortly.&nbsp; She knew that things would not end well if the police got involved.&nbsp; &nbsp;But waiting was only making things worse.&nbsp; &nbsp;The police would question her, ask her why she allowed the bodies within the house to decay for so long before she called them.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fae also knew that soon the smell of their dead flesh would linger within the house soon, it was only a matter of time.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>For now though, all she could think to do was just lie there on the bed and cry.&nbsp; Just release any and all of her emotion and allow the pillows to hide her teary face.&nbsp; <br><br>Fae then remembered what she wanted to ask the man who took her grandfather's life, the one who changed her life forever, and in her mind she let the question dwell, <em>'Why are you coming back?'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampie and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 21:08:59</strong>
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				Magnus stood still, staring down at small form in the red silk robe. She appeared to be sleeping yet occasionally her entire body would jerk softly. He could tell she was silently crying. About her grandfather, he guessed. The old man and the other three dead bodies were now shoved in the truck of his car. It wasn't an easy fit but with lots of folding and breaking of bones, it's amazing how compact a body can become.<br><br>Sitting on the bed quietly, the creature reached his hand onto the girl's shoulder. "I'm sorry about your grandfather." It was partly true. He was sad that she had to see what he had done to the old man. The feel of her warmth through the silk, into his palm, was like a soft caress against his every sense. He wanted her, lusted for this mysterious little woman who surely must hate him. Why hadn't she yet called the cops? The fact that she hadn't, and for a few other reasons he couldn't yet pinpoint, made him felt strangely protective of her.<br><br>Remaining quiet, Magnus simply absorbed the sight of how the red silk flowed down the young woman's body. Yeah, he felt protective.. yet he also felt a hungry lust for this beauty. "Fae", he whispered, smiling. "That's a lovely name that suits you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampie and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 22:22:24</strong>
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				When he spoke of her name, Fae felt herself slowly turn her teary face away from the pillow and she looked up at him.&nbsp; His icy blue hues were glowing within the darkness of the room, and the candlelight would sometimes wash over his pale face as the flame flickered about, accentuating his handsome features.&nbsp; &nbsp;Handsome?&nbsp; &nbsp;Yes, she thought that he was quite handsome despite what he had done to her grandfather.&nbsp; &nbsp;Despite what he could possibly do to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was no look of hatred within her gaze, but only of curiosity and of a soft expression. <br><br>The young woman could feel the chill soaking in from his hand as it rested upon her shoulder, and yet a part of her didn't want him to stop touching her.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was something comforting about him, even if his flesh no longer held onto any warmth.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was so much to think about, but Fae couldn't help right then and there but just solely think of this man whose hand was touching her.&nbsp; &nbsp;And then she noticed his smile, which seemed to still hold a remembrance of what it was like to be completely human.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was a certain degree of charm to it, but it was also dark.&nbsp; &nbsp; Nevertheless, it made her smile ever so faintly and she responded just barely above a sweet whisper, "...&nbsp; Thank you."&nbsp; Fae fell silent then as she grew lost within the sight of his otherworldly icy gaze, but eventually she was able to ask in a soft whisper, "Why have you come back..?"&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampie and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 23:03:51</strong>
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				Yes, why did you come back, he wondered to himself. The entire time he was out, even while feasting, he was in a rush to return. To find out what he was? Not really. He was starting to suspect the creature he had become. To take care of the pile of corpses? No.. that had never been a worry of his before. As his eyes looked into hers, the truth surfaced to his storm of thoughts and sensations. It was this small, adorable creature.. who's life he had mostly shattered in a matter of minutes. Magnus felt a strange responsibility for her.. but something else. Something he wasn't sure of. Yet that wasn't entirely true.<br><br>Tracing a finger across the silk that covered her back, he could feel the blood inside her respond. Almost like flakes of metal that moved and swirled near a magnet. It was a humming sensation that flooded him like a wild narcotic. She was warm. So damn warm, it could drive him crazy if he let it. There was a powerful little heart inside this girl that rippled through her body into the finger that caressed the silk robe. The blood in her, he knew, would be incredible. Yet he knew if he sank his fangs into her neck and feasted, he would not be able to stop. Not right now. Control was slowly coming into his grasp but he didn't trust the beast that now lurked inside him. Not yet. The faintest thought of taking this beautiful little girl's life filled him with a sadness he had never in his entire life felt.<br><br>Unable to take his eyes from hers, "I just wanted to make sure you were ok. You helped me when you could have turned me in.. Why?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampie and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 23:28:56</strong>
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				"Because...&nbsp; My grandfather would not want that," Fae fell silent for a few moments as she thought over what she just said, her voice growing steady as she gazed up intensely into his icy hues, "And because if I turned you into the police...&nbsp; It would be the end of you."&nbsp; &nbsp;By now this young woman was slowly sitting up in bed, her glistening ocean blue eyes not swaying from his form, "You would not survive and that..."&nbsp; She raised her fingertip, nearly brushing it over the inner side of his wrist, "That blood would be lost forever."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>There were more reasons than that for her, something she, herself, couldn't explain.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fae didn't want anything to happen to this man, to this creature that he had become.&nbsp; &nbsp;But she knew she also couldn't just wait for the police to arrive.&nbsp; They would ask too many questions.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her grandfather deserved justice, but she also understood why he was dead now.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Strands of her soft golden hair fell upon her angelic face as she then came to a realization, and she whispered it outloud, "I can't stay here.&nbsp; &nbsp;And you...&nbsp; You should leave before the police find out what has happened."&nbsp; &nbsp;There was a new expression on her face now, one of feeling torn up inside, and that is exactly how she felt.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>03-08-2011, 08:25:39</strong>
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				He knew no matter how many police may arrive, he would be able to handle them. An anger started building up inside at the mere thought of a handful of puny humans swarming the house. Humans? A realization hit him.. he was thinking of himself as something other than human.. as if humans were beneath him. Yet going along those violent outbursts would cause too much attention. And attention, he knew, was the last thing he needed. As these thoughts swirled inside him, another thought.. in another chamber, behind a dark red door, started to pound. First, like a fist against a heavy oak surface. Soon, it was a giant booming that shook his entire soul. All stemmed from this angelic girl softly uttering the word, "blood."<br><br>Slowly, he lowered next to her, unable to remove his gaze from those liquid blue eyes. Without thinking, a shaking hand reached out to caress her cheek. It quivered with each thundering, pounding boom inside him. With the contact, it instantly ceased. Every other human he neared, the need to rip into their flesh and devour every single drop was the only thought he had. This young woman, however, instead somehow calmed him. Calmed and excited, in a strange intense mix.<br><br>Moving closer, until his lips almost touched hers, he could feel every luscious drop of blood inside her beautiful pale skin. Quietly he breathed against her soft lips, "Come with me. I won't force you. I've done enough harm to your world.. but if you come with me.. I can somehow help you. I don't know how, but.." He wasn't entirely sure she would be safe with him for she did lure a torrent of hungers and desires, but the idea of parting this small beauty was an impossible one. He wasn't even sure if he would truly accept no for an answer. "Please, come with me. And explain what you know of what I have become."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampie and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 02:50:19</strong>
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				Her ocean blue eyes widened as his lips drew close to hers, and she could feel the absolute chill from them.&nbsp; &nbsp;She felt her own lips quiver in reaction to having his cold breath wash upon her mouth.&nbsp; It felt like a wintery breeze, but it was quite pleasant.&nbsp; &nbsp;And then his trembling hand rose to touch her cheek, and instantly she felt her eyes shut to the world.&nbsp; She was overcome with an overwhelming feeling, and she felt her heart beat even faster and harder than before.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>Come with me, </em>he said to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fae was not expecting such a reaction from a dark creature like him.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had expected for him to take her blood and rip into her, sucking her dry.&nbsp; &nbsp;But...&nbsp; For some reason, he does not wish to harm her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She knew logically that she shouldn't trust this man, this creature.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet, her heart was telling her something different.&nbsp; &nbsp;She allowed her soft lips to barely touch his for just a few seconds before she pulled away and silently began to get out of bed and start gathering her things.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>After grabbing a small gym bag, she began to shove various types of clothing into it along with other items such as toiletries, shoes, and last but not least...&nbsp; She grabbed the harlequin doll that had been lying upon her pillow.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fae managed to stuff the doll within a bundle of clothes and packed it within the bag before she then went to her closet and grabbed a dark trench coat from her closet, putting it on over the silk robe she still wears.<br><br>Eventually, she was ready and she headed over towards the bedroom door and stood still beside it, waiting for her new companion to join her.&nbsp; &nbsp;She didn't know where they would go, and she couldn't explain why she wanted to go with him, but it was her decision and no one could change her mind.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 01:08:53</strong>
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				A new difference Magnus realized about himself was the ability to focus on the moment at hand while devoting a complete stream of thought towards an entirely different thought. Multitasking, yet in dimensions and ways he never dreamed possible. While Fae gathered her items and he finished the last bits of cleanup and making sure there was little evidence as possible there was any foul play, a part of him lingered back a few minutes when their lips touched.<br><br>That brief moment when their lips touched was like a folded page within his memory of sense. A tiny blip in actual time yet one he could revisit, opening each fold, delving deeper into the caress of textures and scents that flooded him.. in ways he was still trying to come to grip with. Wonderful, hypnotic waves saturated by those soft blue seas of her eyes. He knew that sweet moment would need further thought. In fact, he was certain it would revisit him every chance he gave it.<br><br>Reeling in every possible flow of thought, Magnus joined Fae as she finished packing her things. Despite what he felt as a new nonhuman, colder way of thinking, he couldn't help but smile at the small woman who now was bundled inside a trenchcoat. Without seeing, he knew that silk robe still clung to her skin, underneath. Every breath she took, every pulse that rippled from her beautiful veins.. sent tiny caressing waves between skin and silk that whispered to his new wild range of senses. Clicking off the light of her bedroom, inside him a worry started to grow. He wanted her. In every way possible. He promised her safety yet he knew he was probably the most dangerous creature she could be near. For despite his need to be kind to this mysterious beauty, every cell inside him screamed to rip into her neck and drink every succulent drop of blood.<br><br>"We have quite a drive before us." No idea where they were going, only that he needed to drive them somewhere they'd be left alone and he could think and figure his next move. Where the sun didn't shine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 08:46:07</strong>
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				"I think..." Fae began to say quietly, looking back upon her room one last time before she turned to Magnus, giving him a small smile as she continued, "I think we better bring some heavy blankets.&nbsp; &nbsp;I can drive but...&nbsp; When the sun comes up..."&nbsp; &nbsp;She stopped herself, thinking it over, pondering to herself if it could work, "Maybe three blankets will do the trick."&nbsp; The young woman didn't bother to explain anything further, instead just beckoning him as she started to carry what she packed and started heading down the hall, grabbing a few thick quilts and blankets as she goes.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>When they got outside, it was well into the early, early morning hour, but it was still dark outside.&nbsp; Her little red car was waiting, parked on the side of the huge driveway.&nbsp; &nbsp;She reached into her pocket and fumbled with the keys a bit, almost dropping them.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fae was a little nervous still, and had every right to be.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was traveling with a killer, but there was another reason to be nervous.&nbsp; &nbsp;Almost scared.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was the feel of those cold lips upon hers.&nbsp; &nbsp;She secretly wondered what it would be like to have more intimate things happen with him, but she didn't have much time to think on it.&nbsp; &nbsp;She hurriedly unlocked the driver's door of the car and then pushed the 'unlock' button for all the doors.&nbsp; &nbsp;She stuffed the thick blankets, her gym bag, and other things into the backseat, and she explained to him, "You can sit in the back when the sun comes up....&nbsp; If you cover yourself with these blankets...&nbsp; Maybe you won't be touched by the sun.&nbsp; &nbsp;Otherwise, we can stop and get a hotel room for the daytime...&nbsp; Travel by night."&nbsp; &nbsp;Fae wasn't sure where her ideas were coming from, but she hoped that she would be right about the blankets.&nbsp; <br><br>She then realized something.&nbsp; &nbsp; She had no idea where she would go.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 00:09:31</strong>
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				"You can sit in the back when the sun comes up....&nbsp; If you cover yourself with these blankets...&nbsp; Maybe you won't be touched by the sun.&nbsp; &nbsp;Otherwise, we can stop and get a hotel room for the daytime...&nbsp; Travel by night."<br><br>Magnus stood mesmerized, watching Fae take charge. It was unusual for him to let a female call the shots and yet.. he had just turned her world upside down. Maybe this was what she needed. Anything to take her mind off the fact that the very creature that just killed her grandfather now expected her to freely go along with him. It was crazy, thinking of it like this. Somehow, there didn't seem to be another way. Before she got in the car, he took her hands, instantly noticing the flash of fear in her pale eyes.<br><br>"I just want to thank you. I.. I know this is strange.. horrible.. hell, it's crazy." He couldn't promise her he wouldn't hurt her. The desire to sink his new fangs into that sweet skin so close to him was almost unbearably strong. He could, however, give another promise. "I won't kill you. Not today, not ever. This I promise." For as much as she was putting herself into his hands, at some point he would need to sleep so would equally be in her hands. Trusting each other was necessary. What he couldn't handle was her fearing him. He wanted to also assure her he would not harm her.. but couldn't. Not yet. Not until he gained some sort of control on this new change of his.<br><br>Placing a palm on Fae's cheek, he realized she had a strange calming effect on him. Which was ironic in contrast to the desire that equally hummed through his every cell and fiber. Never had he wanted anything as much as he madly craved what flowed inside this small beauty. With an imperceptible shake of his head, Magnus' eyes drifted through the car window to the pile of blankets. Those new instincts of his were a trip to him. He could tell just by looking, which blankets would work for protection. His icy blue eyes returning to her ocean blues, a genuinely warm smile filled his normally cold expression.<br><br>After a few taps on his cellphone, the question of his own car was taken care of. "An 'associate' of mine will be here in a few minutes to get my car. But we don't have to stick around."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 07:58:23</strong>
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				Fae nodded her head softly, and as his cold hand touched her cheek, her soft pink lips gave a small quiver in response.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was almost like being touched by a freezing gust of wind, but at the same time...&nbsp; There was that spark to it.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wondered silently if her blanket idea would really work, but there was little time to worry about it.&nbsp; &nbsp; She then began to dwell on his words, <em>I won't kill you. Not today, not ever. This I promise.</em>&nbsp; One thing her grandfather had always taught her was that a creature like Magnus would need to feed eventually.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wondered with a nervous nibble upon her lower lip if he'd ever feed on her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She didn't waste a thought about his other car, but she calmly said to him, offering a small smile, "I guess I didn't think about that.&nbsp; &nbsp;Glad you still have friends that will take care of these things."&nbsp; Without another word, she sat down in the driver's seat, her hands moving at the 3 o'clock and 10 o'clock positions of the steering wheel.&nbsp; It felt almost like she were being tested.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fae waited for her new dark friend to get in the car before she turned on the engine.&nbsp; &nbsp;It made an almost groaning, screeching sound at first before it quietly roared and settled down.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"I'm not certain if I can handle driving endlessly on end, and I have to tell you...&nbsp; I don't know where we are going," she let out a steady sigh as she reached up with one hand to brush a few strands of her silky blonde hair from her ocean blue eyes, "I've never been on the run before.&nbsp; I guess I got a little too comfortable living in this nice house."&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>13-11-2011, 12:15:25</strong>
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				Magnus stared out the window as they whizzed along. Part of his mind was forming the beginning of a plan as another part couldn't stop focusing on the intoxicating pulse that sat next to him in the small car. He thought it was difficult earlier, trying to not think of ripping into this perfect little bundle of sweet soft skin and what he knew would be the most delicious honey for blood. Yet in this small car every scent, every ripple of pulse, every breath that escaped her.. was concentrated. He knew he'd soon go mad or end up devouring this delicious little human girl if something didn't change.<br><br>"North!", he suddenly blurted out. "Um, go north until you see the first motel. Somewhere, anywhere. I gotta get out if this car or.. I just.." She knew what he was, why hide it? "I have to get out and get some blood."<br><br>Instantly he could feel her pulse quicken. He couldn't tell whether it was fear or adrenalin or what. It didn't matter. It was nearly unbearable. Looking over at her, suddenly it was as if every vein glowed brightly through skin and clothes. Blinking a few times made no difference. A blueish-green glow burned brightly into his vision, sending the newly born vampire into despair. You've lost it, his mind shrieked, filling with a mad laughter. You're gone and this poor, sweet girl who's life you've destroyed is next, isn't it? No! Dammit, no! No, he wouldn't hurt her! He can't!<br><br>Squeezing his eyes shut, Magnus pushed his seat back, straining to hold on. Forcing out a whisper, he barely spoke, "Let me know when we get there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley</strong> on <strong>14-11-2011, 08:14:22</strong>
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				Fae's oceanic blue eyes widened for just an instant as he commanded her to go north, and she didn't argue.&nbsp; &nbsp;She just said, "Alright, try to relax," and she continued to drive onward.&nbsp; &nbsp; Dawn was fast approaching, was just a matter of an hour or two until the sun would start to slip above the horizon.&nbsp; &nbsp;She knew she had to act fast.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fae also knew that somehow, she had to get him to feed.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>It didn't take long for her to start seeing signs for motels upon the highway, and as soon as she could, she took the first exit.&nbsp; &nbsp;It took perhaps fifteen minutes for her to wait on the red lights that they encountered and stop the car in the nearest motel's parking lot.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fae quickly unbuckled her seat belt and said in a quick breath, "Wait here.&nbsp; I'll be right back."&nbsp; &nbsp;She hurried in to the main building, speaking with the front desk for what seemed like forever to her until she got what she wanted.&nbsp; A room key.&nbsp; &nbsp;Just a little plastic card, but it would be the thing that'd save the creature that awaited her in the car.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Fae quickly ran back to the car, and opened the passenger door, extending a hand to him and attempting to help him out of the seat, "The room isn't far from here.&nbsp; &nbsp;Just a few doors down."&nbsp; &nbsp;She stumbled a bit as she tried to carry most of Magnus' weight, her arm wrapping around him and attempting to support him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once they got to the door, room 511, she quickly slid the plastic key into its lock and pushed the door open.&nbsp; &nbsp;She knew there was only a little time left.&nbsp; Maybe just a little over an hour until daylight would start to paint the sky in pinks and oranges that Magnus would never be able to see again.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She sat him down upon the one and only bed in the room, a queen that took up most of the room, and thoughts raced through her mind.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fae then had an idea.&nbsp; &nbsp;She quickly made her way back to the car, and opened the trunk to get out some duct tape.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once she was able to make it back to room 511, she started to work fast, raising one of the thick blankets up and covering one of the two large windows that gave the view to the outside world.&nbsp; &nbsp;She used the duct tape, ripping large pieces off with her teeth, and making sure the blanket stayed secure all around the window.&nbsp; &nbsp;She then worked hard on making sure the second window was completely covered with another blanket as well, the tape holding fast and true.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once all the windows were covered, and there was complete darkness in the room, she hurried back to the bed, sitting down beside Magnus, and just trying to look him over from within the dark.&nbsp; &nbsp;She could sense that he was in bad, bad shape.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fae didn't quite know what to do at this point.&nbsp; She knew he was going crazy inside, and that he'd have to sleep soon, but would he have to stay thirsty throughout the day?&nbsp; <br><br>"Listen..." Fae said calmly, looking up in the direction of his eyes as her vision adjusted to the darkness, seeing the outline of his form, "I know you need to feed.&nbsp; &nbsp;But...&nbsp; You don't have time to go out there.&nbsp; Not like this."&nbsp; She reached up to nervously rub at her cheek, and then she looked down at her wrist.&nbsp; &nbsp;She knew that there was only one way she could help him.&nbsp; And she had to trust his promise he made her just a short time ago, "Magnus..." she spoke quietly, choosing her words carefully, "You can...&nbsp; You can feed on me.&nbsp; But...&nbsp; Don't take too much.&nbsp; And...&nbsp; Please be careful.&nbsp; I've never had a vampire do this to me before.&nbsp; I'm sure it'll hurt at first...&nbsp; But...&nbsp; I don't know what else to do."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 09:51:21</strong>
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				Magnus seemed to slow down into a dazed state as Fae drove onward. He was still aware in a strange way as lights and images flashed by the window, but it was surreal more than anything. Oddly, what really calmed him was what also sent him spiralling to begin with. Her pulse.<br><br>It was unique, that flow of blood inside the young woman he sat next to. Even as a freshly made vampire, he knew this as naturally as the fact that soon the sun would once again rise. And just as he could sense the exact moment when that fireball in the sky would appear upon the horizon, so too could he feel every luscious drop of blood caressing and wonderfully sliding along every inch inside Fae's veins. He could of any human within quite a distance, and yet hers was different. It was for lack of a better word, perfection. It both lured his hunger to insane heights and surrounded him with a basking sensation of warmth that was unreal. It whispered to his senses a promise of such sweetness that was the rarest of all delights. And it sat here within mere inches of his fangs. The only thing that held him in a strained check was his promise to her. Along with that vision of when he opened his eyes hours earlier to see the ocean colored lights of hers watching him. The combination of fear and care inside those beautiful eyes did something to him. Never in his existence of human or this shorter one of vampire had he ever felt such a feeling.<br><br>The car ground to a halt and he heard her talk. She left the car and returned minutes later. He felt drugged as she spoke again. Feet somehow moved and he was dragged by the small woman out from the car. Again he could barely make out words that were spoken. She felt so good, he thought, a drugged grin spreading across his lips. That amazing pulse rippled against him in stereo, both into his senses and against his icy body.<br><br>Suddenly Magnus was somehow on a bed, instantly falling back. Fae left the room, he could tell by the receding sense of her sweet flow. Then she returned. Ripping sounds pierced his ears, followed by a sudden feeling of safety from that nasty sun. Vile thing, he thought, his mind plummeting down inti an even lower state. Ah but he was safe. He wouldn't burn. He might starve into a pile of bones, but not be torched by flames! A laugh erupted from him as the girl with the pulse.. what was her name.. ah yes, Fae..<br><br>Slowly he was pulled back into sense as she spoke.&nbsp; He was aware suddenly of what she said. She was offering her own blood. "No.. I can't." Yet even these words came out weakly. Yes you can, he thought. You must! Somewhere in a corner of his mind one tiny sane thought knew he was still too new, too young upon this path to miss a feed. He was a growing vampire, changing by the minute.. in a crucial, vulnerable stage.<br><br>Her last words echoed inside him..<br><br>"You can...&nbsp; You can feed on me.&nbsp; But...&nbsp; Don't take too much.&nbsp; And...&nbsp; Please be careful.&nbsp; I've never had a vampire do this to me before.&nbsp; I'm sure it'll hurt at first...&nbsp; But...&nbsp; I don't know what else to do."<br><br>Magnus didn't know yet how to control his bite, that he knew. Not like he wanted. I'll be damned, he thought as slowly his body sat up, staring into Fae's warm ocean swirls with his shards of ice.. if I will let this beautiful creature feel any more pain than I have to.<br><br>Yet damned, he was. A dead creature who lived from human blood. Sitting here with what he knew, even so shortly upon this vampire path, was the most succulent nectar there was. Moving slowly closer, his hand moved up to touch Fae's flawless face. He tried to whisper, "I'm sorry".. but couldn't. They were empty words from a monster who would now bite his fangs into her neck. The neck that she willingly offered. To him, the monster that killed her grandfather. Who destroyed her world. Who she now, for reasons he still couldn't figure out, was helping.<br><br>Sliding his hand back into her silky hair, Magnus bent his lips to that siren's call that sang to his thirst from nearly the first moment he became what is now is. For a flash of a moment, thoughts contradicted fact.. how the killer became a monster.. who was even more of a killer, yet now hesitated to harm a girl he had just meant. It made no sense.<br><br>Suddenly, with no warning even to himself, he struck. Not hard or in a cruel way but with a quick need. Fangs pressed into and pierced the pale white neck that he desired more than anything else in existence. Through skin, flesh, into the perfection of Fae's vein.. instantly bathing his fangs with luscious red syrup, sweeter than he even imagined. At once, his awareness was soaring. Returning to it's full height, then shattering that ceiling as it shot through drops of blood, down into their molecules.. farther down into the depths of the past.. through flesh and bone and nerves.. sounds and sights, smells and taste all mingling, wrapping together.. bonding into intensely strong fibers that pulsated. Drums pounded beautifully, whispering to him so many new details of who and what he was while also shedding light on the powerful bond that now held this lovely girl as his. What made her so special.. wasn't revealed. It lurked right out of his grasp while echoing thoughts in a more primal, gutteral tongue.<br><br>Realizing his ravenous need had lingered longer than he meant, feeling Fae's pulse slowing, he reluctantly withdrew his fangs from her sweet neck. Pulling her closer, feeling at once a flood of worry, his lips kissed hers while searching those ocean eyes for signs she was ok.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley</strong> on <strong>18-11-2011, 03:58:53</strong>
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				HIM - When Love And Death Embrace (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKIrWfj3dcY#)<br><br>So much was happening for Fae.&nbsp; She knew her offer to him would be taken with no hesitation, and she silently feared how much pain she would feel from his fangs.&nbsp; &nbsp;She thought he would spring onto the chance, just ravage her with no end to his thirst.&nbsp; &nbsp;But...&nbsp; Then his hand reached to touch her silky golden hair.&nbsp; &nbsp;The touch was surprisingly so gentle, so soothing, and she could feel her head start to tingle.&nbsp; &nbsp;And, without her even realizing just when he would strike, she felt his fangs quickly sink into her delicate neck.&nbsp; <br><br>There was a sharp pain at first, but it seemed to last for only a few more moments before Fae began to feel a different sensation.&nbsp; &nbsp;She could feel her heart race madly, but not from fear...&nbsp; &nbsp;But with excitement.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her ocean blue eyes fluttered closed as she could feel her blood gush into this dark creature's mouth, feeling drops escape and drip down her neck and onto the bed sheets.&nbsp; It seems he still needed some practice, seeing as he was still new to feasting upon others to quench his thirst.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fae held her breath as she felt her body start to rise with a growing heat.&nbsp; It was her blood, so rich to him it seems, that was reacting to his bite.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her nectar seemed to scream to him, scream of something unfamilar, and yet, something she didn't quite realize.&nbsp; It was a scream of longing, of need for him.&nbsp; &nbsp;In a way, Fae felt she had become one with this dark creature that stole her away.&nbsp; &nbsp;The feeling was so intimate, and so new to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Immediately, she felt her arms reach up to wrap around him, to cling to him as he took in his fill of her red essence.&nbsp; <br><br>And then...&nbsp; Her pulse began to slow down.&nbsp; &nbsp;She felt a dizzy feeling swarm into her head, making her entire slender body tingle.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fae felt the bed beneath her seem to almost float away.&nbsp; If Magnus didn't stop drinking from her, she could...&nbsp; No...&nbsp; She knew she would surely die.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her life was in his hands.&nbsp; &nbsp;Would he keep his promise he made to her?&nbsp; &nbsp;But then, seemingly at the last moment, she felt his fangs draw away from her neck.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fae felt her small body start to collapse upon the bed, and then she felt the dark creature catch her, pulling her close.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her little heart thudded so faintly against his chest, and she felt her soft pink lips part ever so slightly as she then felt his chilled, pale lips press to hers.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her own blood smeared upon her mouth, and she could taste it.&nbsp; A sweet, coppery taste that Magnus must of craved for all evening.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fae's lips now were no longer pink, but were a crimson smear of a glistening red.&nbsp; &nbsp;At first, she remained still, her little heart only communicating how weak she felt.&nbsp; &nbsp;How helpless she was.&nbsp; &nbsp;But then slowly, ever so slowly, she started to respond to him by caressing her blood stained mouth against his.&nbsp; &nbsp;She didn't have any strength, but...&nbsp; This kiss was something she deep down truly wanted.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was strange...&nbsp; &nbsp;This man...&nbsp; No...&nbsp; Vampire.&nbsp; This vampire took her grandfather's life away, and now he was restoring her life with something new.&nbsp; &nbsp;Romance.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Fae knew then that she needed Magnus more than anyone else.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was now the most important person in her life.&nbsp; &nbsp;And she'll be damned if she would let anything happen to him.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>21-11-2011, 06:17:02</strong>
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				As he soaked in Fae's warmth, that ravenous thirst instantly started to rise again. Somehow a memory of being a child, a human memory, filled his mind in comparison. Being in the warmth of his home, then running out into the icy wind.. how his entire body flooded with chill. It was just like that, only a thousand times more intense. Yet as he held her close, as their lips slid and caressed, that sensation of need shifted into a wild pleasure. Echoed by her blood that now raced inside him. They pulsated, breathed in what he knew was a strange link to her emotions. He could feel her fear blend then become a full range of excitement.. and it was incredible. It buzzed inside him like the most electrifying drug imaginable. He wanted more! But more, he knew, would have to wait.<br><br>From deep within, a laugh.. a crazy, manic laugh started to build. First he thought it was outside their room, until it grew so loud, it boomed inside his skull. Fae? Noooo, it wasn't soft or feminine. This was the laugh of a lunatic. <em>Lunatic? You, puny weak human.. you call me lunatic? You who drank my blood.. brought me into your soul.. and I am the mad one?</em><br><br>His eyes flew open, seeing nothing but Fae's soft, beautiful face up close.. her ocean colored eyes at once calming his thoughts. I'm going crazy, he thought. <em>Yes, you are. And if you think for one moment.. this.. girl.. is safe.. that you won't rip into her when your hunger starts to grow again.. today or the next day.. when what you are consumes you completely.. when the blood of what you have now inside you.. what made you into this.. takes completely over.. oh you fool.. you have no idea, do you?</em><br><br>Exhausted, he fell back, forgetting for a moment he still held Fae close. "I won't hurt you.. I won't." I won't! Damn you.. whatever you are. Blood of Vlad? That's what her grandfather said. Vlad the Impaler. Whoever the fuck that was. It sounded vaguely familiar, but only a bit. <em>You'll find out, fool</em>. Stop!<br><br>Magnus pulled the small human girl closer, their lips still touching. Through them, he whispered as he felt himself fading quickly into a deep sleep, mumbling.. "Tomorrow night.. we'll go to my.." <em>If you don't kill her first.. weak monster</em> "..mmmyyyy.. the lake.. my sec-.. where nobodyyyyy..."<br><br>Within his embrace, Magnus fell into a deep sleep as the insane laughter flooded his thoughts and dreams.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley</strong> on <strong>21-11-2011, 20:04:33</strong>
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				It seemed a short time, moments perhaps, went by for Fae before she realized that Magnus had fallen into his deep sleep.&nbsp; &nbsp;She found herself upon the bed, lying beneath him and with his arms clinging around her.&nbsp; She was in a sort of daze still from everything that happened, but soon she found herself gazing quietly at his sleeping form.&nbsp; &nbsp;His face was so pale, his blue lips holding a smear of blood still.&nbsp; Fae realized then that her own lips were still red and bloody from before.&nbsp; &nbsp;She reached up and pressed a few fingertips to her lips, the red smear now dry upon her mouth.&nbsp; &nbsp;The young woman remained in bed for awhile, holding the sleeping dark creature close to her before she decided soon to get out of bed.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Fae then remembered she was still wearing her trench coat, with her red silk robe worn underneath.&nbsp; &nbsp;And so, she started slipping the coat off of her shoulders, and removing it and throwing it off to the side with a heavy sigh.&nbsp; &nbsp;It felt so heavy now, and she still felt a bit weak from the feeding earlier.&nbsp; It wasn't very difficult for her to move around in the dark room, even as the sun began to shine outside.&nbsp; Luckily, her idea of tapping the blankets up to cover the windows proved to be effective in keeping all sunlight out of the hotel room.&nbsp; &nbsp;She just had to be careful now, making sure no one opened the door.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She hesitated a few brief moments before entering the small bathroom, which held no windows, closing the door behind her as she then flicked on the lights.&nbsp; Her ocean blue eyes tightened shut at first, blinded by the light that entered her vision.&nbsp; &nbsp;Soon enough though, she grew used to it, and she took a look at herself in the mirror.&nbsp; &nbsp;The dried smear of blood upon her lips appeared to have left quite a mess, so she began to run the faucet to wash her face.&nbsp; After splashing some water upon her face a few times, and rubbing the blood off, she realized that...&nbsp; Her pale pink lips looked a bit alien to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fae realized that she would never be able to look at her face the same way again, not after what happened this evening.&nbsp; &nbsp;An idea soon crept into her still dizzy head.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She looked around the bathroom at first, fumbling around, until she found her small makeup bag that she brought into the room just a short time ago.&nbsp; &nbsp;She rummaged her hand inside it until she found what she was looking for.&nbsp; &nbsp;A small tube of lipstick.&nbsp; &nbsp;Oh no, it wasn't just any lipstick though.&nbsp; &nbsp;This, to her, was special.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fae pulled the top of the tube off and basked in the color the lipstick held, which was a very dark red.&nbsp; &nbsp;She then held it to her parted lips, taking delicate care to make sure it was being applied correctly.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was almost like magic, seeing her former pink lips now being transformed into a crimson wonder.&nbsp; &nbsp;Smiling a bit with a curl of her lips now, she realized that she was now more beautiful than ever in her mind.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Fae didn't know how long she stayed in that bathroom, just gazing upon her new appearance.&nbsp; Minutes could of past, or even as long as an hour, before new events shifted dramatically.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>There was a rather loud knock upon the door, and then a cry of a woman with a Hispanic accented voice, "House keeping!"&nbsp; That was when Fae realized...&nbsp; She forgot to put up the 'do not disturb' sign upon the doorknob.&nbsp; &nbsp;She raced towards the door to the hotel room, and she immediately shouted out with a panted breath, "NO--&nbsp; No housekeeping!&nbsp; ...&nbsp; Go away!&nbsp; &nbsp;Do not disturb!"&nbsp; &nbsp;Panic was setting in as she pressed her entire body against the door, hoping, praying that the maid on the other side wouldn't try to open it, to let sunlight in.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was a brief moment of silence from the other side of the door before the other woman simply said, "Ok."&nbsp; Fae could hear footsteps heading away and fading quickly.&nbsp; She felt immediately at peace, comforted, as she realized that she and Magnus were safe.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She knew then that she had to make sure to keep a watch over him until nightfall, but she couldn't help but feel tired.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fae found herself slipping back into bed with him, curling up against his side and drifting her eyes closed.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dark Dance Of The The Vampire and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>23-11-2011, 10:46:05</strong>
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				Magnus woke realizing his awareness never truly departed. He slept, and quite soundly.. yet little moments crept into his thoughts. Each one was saturated with Fae. Before opening his eyes, he could feel her warmth curled to his side, and it was unbelievably wonderful. Soothing beyond what he ever new possible.<br><br>There was a strange fear to opening the eyes that first time upon waking, he realized. Now his second night waking, Magnus recalled that worry flooding his mind the previous night as well. Before, it was battling with a thousand other thoughts so lost it's way to the front of his mind.. but now he was fully embraced by the anxiety. It was a primal fear of the sun. He knew the blasted fireball was well beyond the horizon.. and could feel the room was secured completely by Fae's wonderful efforts. Yet still, something similar to a man who feared a gush of water could fill his lungs and make him drown.. the sizzling of the eyeballs was, he now knew, a basic fear of what he now was. A vampire. As a dream slowly fades so too did this worry as he did finally slowly blink the eyes open.<br><br>Filling his sight perfectly was Fae's slumbering beauty. Not even a dream could improve upon what his vision now gazed upon. You are flawless, he thought with a deep sigh. Her arm laid across his chest and a leg seemed thrown over his, curled between his thighs. She was warm, a wild pulsating heat almost vibrating with a steady beat against him.<br><br>His arm around her, he pulled Fae closer and she instantly responded in her sleepy state, snuggling tighter into him. Mmm good, he thought, smiling. For a few wonderful minutes Magnus floated along the euphoric waves this lovely girl with the ocean eyes sent upon his dark soul. Slowly, though, he remembered that insane voice that screamed inside him before he slept. Vlad. The source of the blood, he knew. Now a part of him. What terrified him was that knowledge that Vlad craved Fae as a monster craves to devour something pure and untarnished. Magnus craved her also, but in a barely controlled way.. whereas that voice taunted him into ripping into her to bathe in her sweet blood.<br><br>"No", he whispered so close to her lips. "I won't allow you harm. Ever." His desire for her consumed every thought and breath. Now that her blood coursed inside him, he could sense the flow within her sweet veins. Oh what lucky drops to be inside you, he thought. Inside you. Those words in his mind flooded him with a new craving. To be inside her.. nothing between their bodies, skin sliding upon skin. Filling her silken walls with his hardness.. caressing with every sweet bit of frictional movement. To see inside the depths of those ocean swirls as she soared with ecstasy. "Yessss", he whispered, kissing with a tugging pull against Fae's delicious lower lip. Her lips.. he realized suddenly.. were very different. Bright red, gorgeously so.. sending a new surge of desire flooding though him.<br><br>Ah, but time was of the essence. As much as he hated the idea, they must get moving. Gently his arms swept the slight woman up, over himself. "Sleepy girl, time to wake." Feeling her stretch, feeling her body squirm and sigh over his, Magnus suddenly wondered if he had actually died completely and this was a taunting dream before his plunge into an eternal hell. If it were, he thought, I hope I never wake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dark Dance Of The The Vampire and The Clown (Zilly &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley</strong> on <strong>24-11-2011, 05:46:41</strong>
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				And how Fae did stretch, did so squirm upon Magnus' body.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her angelic face tucked into his neck at first, and her soft red lips brushed against his chilled skin as she murmured, "Just a little longer..."&nbsp; But then she remembered, they didn't have time to be snuggling together, even though she very much just wanted to stay in his arms all throughout the night.&nbsp; &nbsp;With a heavy sigh, she soon pulled herself away from him, rolling off of his body and sitting up, speaking groggily, "I'll get dressed."<br><br>Within the darkness of the hotel room, Fae searched around for her gym bag and took it with her into the bathroom.&nbsp; &nbsp;With the door shutting behind her, she remained in there for a few minutes before she opened the door again.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was now wearing a red v-neck sweater, a pair of jeans, and some sneakers.&nbsp; &nbsp;She figured she'd dress comfortably for the drive ahead of them.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her long golden hair was pulled up into a pony tail, and she had applied a fresh covering of her red lipstick over her lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;The young woman then carried the bag over to the edge of the bed, and she sat down upon the edge of it and gently rested her hand upon Magnus' foot in an affectionate matter, "You said...&nbsp; You said there is a place we can go to from here?&nbsp; I cannot remember what it was you said."&nbsp; &nbsp;Fae thought she remembered him mentioning something about a lake somewhere, but the other details were fuzzy.&nbsp; &nbsp;Nevertheless, she stood back up after patting his foot just once before she started to pull down the heavy blankets from the windows.&nbsp; &nbsp;The sun had fallen below the horizon now, and the night had just barely begun.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was safe for him, for now.&nbsp; &nbsp; She'd have to cover many miles, she could tell, but she hoped they would get to their final destination before the sun rose again.<br><br>Soon, they had checked out of the room, and they were on their way again, with Fae driving and Magnus sitting in the front seat.&nbsp; After awhile, she attempted to reach out her right hand to touch his left, giving him a sweet smile as she said, "Just tell me which way to go.&nbsp; We'll get there."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dark Dance Of The The Vampire and The Clown (Harley &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 06:30:56</strong>
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				As Fae drove, Magnus had to force his thoughts to settle and calm. This time, it was the surrounding land that crept into his senses. Animals and humans that lurked nearby, anything with a pulse, forced it's way into his awareness. It reminded him of the concept of a person that could read minds.. the flood of thoughts that could possibly fill their own, driving them mad. In his case, when he consciously flexed his thoughts into holding the bombarding sensations at bay, there was some relief. Yet it took nearly all his concentration to do so.<br><br>Until he looked at her. Then it was simply her intoxicating flow that brushed aside all the others. Sensing Fae's growing curiosity as to their destination, for he still hadn't spoken since they left the motel, Magnus cleared his throat. "Soon you'll see a sign for the interstate.. go south. It's about three hundred miles then until you will see a sign for Lake Cushman. It'll be a bit of a drive but if we don't hit any crazy traffic, we should just make it before the darkness ends. There's a few gas stations along the way, along with a rest area or two."<br><br>Slipping down into the seat, he twisted to face her more, pulling his long legs up to be a bit more comfortable. Watching her, Magnus became more aware of the blood that coursed inside this small, lovely girl. The same blood he could still just barely taste on his lips. The same that now was inside him as well. Sweet, warm nectar that he knew he'd need again soon. But right now, he was fine, just relaxed as the senses made their way into hers. This is what I need, he knew.. to be calm, so I can work my mind around these new tools. Power coursed inside him.. such that was nearly unbelievable and immense. Power that was still elusive to him, that only time would reveal.<br><br>Realizing his staring might possibly make Fae nervous, Magnus tried something. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on her and it was as if a layer of the eyelids lifted and he could see. It was a bit fainter than with the eyes open, but he could still easily see. A small trick out of who knew how many. Reaching out gently, his hand rested on her thigh. It was like a sudden turning of a volume dial in the intensity of her gorgeous pulse. He felt felt her flinch slightly, along with seeing her eyes dart towards him for a moment through his closed lids. "I hope you don't mind. It's just that.. well.. to be perfectly honest.. that moving blood inside you is incredible. It's intoxicating."<br><br>"Can you tell me anything about how your grandfather came to having this.. blood that has changed me? Or anything.. anything you know about what I am? And you." Opening his eyes, he stared into the sudden bright intensity of Fae with his full vision. The building curiosity of his intense attraction to the small beauty next to him raised his next question. "Is there some kind of connection between what I now am and who.. or what.. you are?"
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