Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)
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				Title: <strong>Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 22:45:06</strong>
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				Fitz watched the wedding party leave the church in his uncle's carriage by the light of the moon.&nbsp; His lips twisted in a smile of remarkable innocence.&nbsp; He looked for all the world as if he were an young man at his first big social engagement aged twenty at the most.&nbsp; He resembled his uncle strongly, he had the same strong jawline, though unlike Uncle Iverne, his face was unadorned by any beard.&nbsp; He had the same piercing blue-grey eyes and the same black hair.&nbsp; Again, he differed from his uncle in details here: where his uncle's hair was short and distinguished by flecks of grey, Fitz's hair was long and glossy black.<br><br>There were other differences between the two men, the elder was a clergyman while the younger was... well, it would be a mistake to say that he had any interest in the church.&nbsp; The elder was happily married and settled, while the younger was most definitely single.&nbsp; The elder was his own man, beholden to nobody but Fitz was bound by ties that could be neither simply explained nor broken.&nbsp; There were similarities too, other than those obvious ones.&nbsp; Indeed, those similarities were of a nature that most in Victorian society would dismiss, thanks to the rational nature of this age of gaslights and engineering.&nbsp; Nobody would believe that both of the two men standing on the steps of the church had access to abilities undreamt of by science and that they were both centuries old.<br><br>Yet the biggest difference between the two became apparent during the wedding breakfast in a marquee in the Endersby garden.&nbsp; Fitz was sat with his uncle and aunt at a table eating canapés and sipping on fine champagne.&nbsp; There were a few other guests around them, academics from the university where the groom worked. However, Fitz and his relations were at one end of the table and pretty well ignored.&nbsp; This was just as well, given the pointed remark that Fitz fielded from his aunt.<br><br>"I thought that you couldn't eat," she said, "Solid food at least."<br><br>"There's a ritual I learned a couple of decades ago, Aunt Gill," Fitz replied.&nbsp; "I'll have to bring the food up again in six hours or so, but that's six hours later than would otherwise be the case."&nbsp; He smiled and spread his hands self-deprecatingly.&nbsp; "It's useful when I need to pass as human, or when I want to enjoy what I gave up."<br><br>"If I'd known that Lady Francis was going to turn you," Fitz's uncle said, "I'd have never let you study with her."<br><br>"It's ok, Uncle," Fitz replied, "I'd never have made the grade as a sorcerer like you.&nbsp; If Phoebe hadn't made me like her, I'd have died centuries ago; I'd have missed events unfolding over the years."<br><br>"It's not too late, Fitz," the rector said.&nbsp; "You can still seek absolution, you can still turn your back on the darkness.&nbsp; That's why you keep coming back to bathe in the sea of humanity, why you ape human ways.&nbsp; You want what you've lost, you want to be human again.&nbsp; You can't go back, but you can move on."<br><br>However, the rector's words fell on deaf ears as Fitz sat staring at the chief bridesmaid.&nbsp; What, exactly, Fitz thought of the supposition that he wanted to regain his humanity or of the lovely woman at whom he was staring, he didn't say.&nbsp; All he did was stand up and saunter over to the bridesmaid with a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 04:40:31</strong>
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				"I do say, Lord Wellington, your stories are always most delightful.&nbsp; Lord Shakespeare himself cannot unravel a tale such as yourself."<br><br>Like in many social events, Gwendolyn O'Hannigan was the center of the attention and fending off the advances of many possible suitors.&nbsp; Her soft giggle gently fluttered throughout the air and called the gentleman like a true enchantress.&nbsp; Sipping the wine, her eyes darted over towards the gentleman that was sitted next to her as her lips curved into a smile.<br><br>"Now, I say, you must tell me of your recent travels...."<br><br>The formality of the breakfast had fallen apart as the patrons had dispersed into their own social groups.&nbsp; The newly married couple was off greeting their new family members and desperately trying to find a moment of peace.&nbsp; Children were playing together in the large yard as the bright lights of the garden flickered brightly into the dark night sky.&nbsp; Gwendolyn listened to the gentleman next to her as she took the last sip of her wine.&nbsp; Noticing a gentleman that she had met many months ago, she knew that it was time to leave.&nbsp; She would always leave them wanting more and never would stay too long.&nbsp; Her slender hand fell on his knee as her piercing green eyes looked into him.<br><br>"I simply must refresh my wine.&nbsp; I shall only be a few moments...."<br><br>Taking her empty glass, Gwendolyn arose and walked to the secluded area to get a new drink.&nbsp; She was still in her bridesmaid gown which was made of the softest pink.&nbsp; Soft white roses were woven into the gown along with a tight waist and short sleeves.&nbsp; The soft curls of her strawberry blond hair was piled neatly on her head as her soft and pure skin shined brightly in the night.&nbsp; As she patiently waited, Gwendolyn could not help but think about the events of the day.&nbsp; She never imagined that Charlotte would be married and a new mother.&nbsp; Eleanor was simply an angel and the entire night made Gwendolyn realize what she was missing.&nbsp; True, she was still very young, but she could not help but wonder if she was wasting her precious life away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 21:35:38</strong>
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				As the elegant bridesmaid moved to a quiet table on which a dozen flutes of champagne awaited her, Fitz altered his course to intercept her.&nbsp; She was about six feet from the table when Fitz stepped in front of her and then suddenly stepped back from her to let her past.<br><br>"I'm so sorry, m'lady," he said softly, his eyes twinkling.&nbsp; "Please accept my apologies.&nbsp; Ladies first."&nbsp; He gestured to the table with a smile and let her go past, following to take up a glass of champagne.&nbsp; He took a sip from it, looking at her over the brim and nodded to her before turning to leave.&nbsp; "I see you need some privacy; I'll leave you be."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 04:02:35</strong>
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				Gwendolyn almost ran into the stranger as she made her way for another glass of champagne.&nbsp; Her bright green eyes looked up into his as she quickly studied his face for a moment.&nbsp; She knew every eligible bachelor in the area, but the stranger seemed completely new to her.&nbsp; He didn't seem that young and she wondered how she could miss such a gentleman.&nbsp; Shaking her head, she figured he was a distant cousin of the groom.&nbsp; Taking a glass of champagne, she tilted her head just slightly as a cordial smile appeared on her sweet lips.<br><br>"Thank you, kind sir."<br><br>Sipping the champagne, she made her way to a darkened corner to speak with the gentleman that she had her eyes on.&nbsp; She had met him at one of the many balls and he was a fantastic dancer.&nbsp; A strapping young lad, Gwendolyn flirted with the man for a short while.&nbsp; However, a lovely woman a bit younger than her suddenly appeared next to him and sweetly kissed his cheek.&nbsp; Gwendolyn's smile faded as she quickly left the couple with only a passing mention.<br><br>Left alone, she slipped into the background as she watched the proceedings of the beautiful celebration.&nbsp; Watching the couples begin to dance together through a rather slow and beautiful movement, Gwendolyn looked down into her champagne glass.&nbsp; Quiet moments like these, it was hard to ignore the voice inside of her head as it rang clear as a bell tower.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 23:21:58</strong>
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				Fitz smiled a sardonic smile as he walked from the table with his champagne.&nbsp; He found himself a seat in a shadowy part of the marquee and watched the bridesmaid's progress around the reception.&nbsp; He was distracted for a moment by the best man, who seemed to be having a conversation with himself and his eyes narrowed.&nbsp; The man was clearly sane, so why should he indulge in such lunatic behaviour?<br><br>Fitz's eyes flicked back to the bridesmaid and he realised that letting her out of his sight had been a mistake. She seemed to be far too interested in the young man beside her.&nbsp; Catching sight of a pretty young woman nearby, Fitz grinned.&nbsp; This one would not be that satisfying a morsel: too young and impressionable.&nbsp; But pretty, young and impressionable would be ideal to distract the bridesmaid's putative suitor.<br><br>Fitz ordinarily disliked using the Blood to dominate those around him.&nbsp; For one, he wasn't very good at it, preferring to be able to read the nature, the wants and needs of those he interacted with and armed with such knowledge he preferred to use his wits to manipulate them into dancing his tune.&nbsp; Such is the nature of existence that were he to develop his abilities to overwhelm the minds of those he wished to control, he would lose some of his percipience and he valued <em>that</em> too highly to risk it.&nbsp; So he was only able to dominate the very impressionable, though in any case, he considered that use of the Blood to be more than a little hamfisted.&nbsp; It was better by far to use skill and finesse in such things, but he was not above dominating the weak willed if it was expedient to do so.<br><br>He locked eyes with the young woman and, indeed, she was as empty headed as her vacuous smile made her seem.&nbsp; It was a relatively simple matter to adjust her imperatives to go and draw the bridesmaid's suitor away; the girl was already attracted to the man it seemed,&nbsp; Fitz hoped that the man would be amenable, for he doubted that he could force him to go with the girl.<br><br>Fortunately, the man was not immune to the youthful charms of the girl and soon the bridesmaid was on her own once more.&nbsp; There was no nead for Fitz to use his Blood to discern the woman's thoughts; her posture and her expression telegraphed her thoughts.&nbsp; There she was, so used to being the centre of attention, abandoned here as a wallflower. It was time to give her some attention, he decided, and he stood and sauntered over to her, using his Blood to add some extra wattage to his charm as he flashed her a dazzling smile.<br><br>"If you've had enough solitude," he said, "I'd be delighted if you would accompany me on to the dancefloor."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 05:09:30</strong>
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				Gwendolyn loved Charlotte with all of her heart. &nbsp;Charlotte truly was the sister that she never had. &nbsp;They had grown up together and became as close as two women could become. &nbsp;Gwendolyn knew Charlotte better than she knew herself and knew exactly what the woman was thinking before even a word was said. &nbsp;However, the two women came from vastly different backgrounds. &nbsp;Charlotte was used to working all of her life. &nbsp;Selling flowers, serving drinks and anything to get some money to help with her families financial troubles.<br><br>Gwendolyn, on the other hand, was bred and groomed for these social events. &nbsp;This was her lair. &nbsp;She was an expert at social navigation and was a mistress of conversation. &nbsp;The amount of gentleman that had wanted Gwendolyn was at least miles long. &nbsp;So then, why was Gwendolyn at Charlotte's wedding? &nbsp;Why was Charlotte married first? &nbsp;Why had Charlotte found true love before her?<br><br>A lower class woman who took the position of a nanny to an upper class man was not supposed to be married in a few weeks. &nbsp;Something didn't add up in Gwendolyn's head as she watched the couples dance around her. &nbsp;She was beyond happy for her friend, but her feminine wiles that she had cultivated had become a double edge sword. &nbsp;The same happiness had the same hidden jealousy. &nbsp;She desperately tried not to think about her own plight, but as she faded further into the background, the spotlight shown brighter on herself.<br><br>It was a simple and momentarily second of weakness. &nbsp;Her guard had slip and her true intentions had shown to those that noticed her. &nbsp;Thankfully, all were busy with their own lives besides the strange gentleman she had met. &nbsp;Looking up to him, she felt the whole room melt around him as they became the only patrons on the moonlit dancefloor. &nbsp;Intoxicated by his charisma, a slight smile appeared on her thin lips as she rested her glass on a nearby table.<br><br>"I have been waiting for your invitation, kind stranger." &nbsp;She spoke to him as she extended her hand towards him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 22:31:27</strong>
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				It was an interesting opening gambit, Fitz thought, to make it seem as though she were waiting for him.&nbsp; However, he had played in such games since he really was as young as he looked.&nbsp; Though the fashions had changed, the tactics remained remarkably constant.&nbsp; He stepped back and sketched her a very deep bow, his eyes locking on hers as he straightened.<br><br>"Sir Ewan Fitz-Starfell, baronet, at your service, m'lady," he said, his eyes twinkling as they gazed into hers.&nbsp; He had not used his title in centuries, since his father died in fact.&nbsp; However, he since he had returned to England, it was apparent that to Queen Victoria's subjects social rank was everything.&nbsp; Why his uncle refused to advertise his title was a mystery to Fitz.&nbsp; After all, being part of the legitimate Starfell line, he was a peer of the realm and not a mere baronet.&nbsp; Still, Fitz thought, despite the their rigid moral codes, the Victorians were quite fascinated by the possibility of being descended from some nobles indiscretion.&nbsp; So the minor title, added to his name would capture the interest of most young ladies.&nbsp; Unlike in Jacobean times when such things were, well, common place.<br><br>"There, m'lady," he said.&nbsp; "I'm no stranger any more, am I?&nbsp; You know my name now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 21:21:57</strong>
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				Gwendolyn's confidence was bursting from her.&nbsp; Even if she had the small setback with the man in the corner, Gwendolyn knew exactly her place and she knew precisely how to entrance the other gender.&nbsp; So, when she met the kind stranger earlier by the champagne glasses, she actually expected him to talk to her.&nbsp; In fact, she was surprised that his introduction took so long.&nbsp; She thought that he would interrupt the conversation that she was having with the other gentleman.<br><br>It was time tested and beautiful dance of greetings.&nbsp; She watched his introduction and the respectful bow in front of her as a bemused smile appeared on her lips.&nbsp; She was rather impressed with the baronet title as the prestige outweighed his name.&nbsp; It was a few months ago when Gwendolyn became interested in a full Knight.&nbsp; He would have been the perfect notch to climb up the social ladder, but alas, he was tragically killed in battle not to long ago.<br><br>"Lady Gwendolyn O'Hannigan....."<br><br>Her sweet words left her lips as she grabbed the edges of her gown in a very respectful curtsy.&nbsp; Reaching close to the floor, her eyes looked towards the ground for a brief moment before she arose in front of him.&nbsp; The entire scene was well choreographed as if she had done it for years.&nbsp; With her bright eyes sparkling in the light, the side of her lips curled in a smile as she spoke to him once again.<br><br>"You are no longer a stranger, but before I know further of you, your talents on the dancefloor must be put to a test...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 23:16:26</strong>
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				"But of course, m'lady," Fitz replied glibly, leading her onto the dance floor.&nbsp; The band were playing a lively piece in 2/4 time and the couples already on the dance floor were engaged in a polka.&nbsp; Having spent much of the last eighty years in Vienna, working for his clan's senior leadership, Fitz had had a lot of practice dancing.&nbsp; While his clan had the reputation of being secretive, austere and obsessed by work, the truth was that the phrase, "All work and no play makes Johnny a dull boy," was something they existed by.&nbsp; Admittedly, the dances in Vienna were hotbeds of political intrigue, but then that's where Fitz's skill on the dance floor came from; the politics was hard enough without having to worry about making a wrong step.&nbsp; So Fitz learned well and swiftly.<br><br>So, as Fitz led Gwendolyn through the fast, short steps of the dance, he did so confidently, easily and with preternatural grace.&nbsp; He took her into his arms and twirled her around the dance floor, not seeming to draw any breath with the exertion.&nbsp; As the music slowed and moved into 3/4 time Fitz easily modulated the dance into a waltz.&nbsp; It was a bit slower than those fashionable in Vienna so he found it ridiculously easy.&nbsp; He had the time to spare then in resisting the temptation of the pale skin of her throat and instead he whispered to her, as he lightly guided her around the marquee.<br><br>"So have my faltering feet failed or passed your test?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 19:28:22</strong>
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				To say that Gwendolyn was a seductress on the dance floor would be an understatement.&nbsp; She knew all of the dances like they were second nature and she was quick to assimilate herself into the crowded dance floor.&nbsp; It was as simple as riding a steed as she found her rhythm just a few short steps into the lively waltz.&nbsp; A lady of her caliber had to be expert at the art of dance to gave any respect in Victorian culture.&nbsp; She had been taught the most popular and the appropriate moves at a young age and she had put them to the test time and time again.&nbsp; Even with the large and fluttering skirts that she held gracefully between her two fingers or the tight corset she wore underneath the gown, Gwendolyn kept up with Fitz with every step.&nbsp; She arched an eyebrow of subtle impression at his ability to almost float above the floor.&nbsp; It seemed like he hardly broke a sweat or even became hard to breathe as his movements fluttered around the floor.<br><br>"I do believe your faltering feet have lived up to the reputation that your lips have suggested....."<br><br>Gwendolyn's whispers trickled from her lips to his ears as she spoke above the waltz, desperately trying to hide her bemused smile.&nbsp; It was during the waltz that Gwendolyn began to notice strange subtleties in her partner.&nbsp; The fast polka had no affect whatsoever on his body as there was not a bead of sweat nor a warmness to his skin.&nbsp; As her naked fingers came in contact with his and his strong body, she noticed how truly different he felt from any other man.&nbsp; She felt a weakness that was new to her, but it was masked by a strength that could consume her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 22:58:59</strong>
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				Fitz smiled as the music ceased and the band went off for a break.&nbsp; He lifted Gwendolyn's hand and gently kissed her knuckle, looking along the length of her extended arm to her eyes.&nbsp; She was a skilled dancer to be sure, but Fitz had danced with many of the best in Vienna, not least Archon Ruslana, his sire's great ally.<br><br>He gently released Gwendolyn's fingers and his surprisingly innocent smile faded from his face.&nbsp; He tilted his head to acknowledge her skill as a partner and cleared his throat.&nbsp; He was quite proud of that, for such little details helped preserve the verisimilitude of the illusion of his humanity.&nbsp; And that illusion was something that he had better maintain, at least while he was near his uncle.&nbsp; While he was part of the family, he knew that Iverne would not hesitate to destroy him if he felt that he were preying on those under his protection.&nbsp; So, no matter how toothsome a morsel the lady was, he had best desist from any pursuit of her.&nbsp; If, of course she pursued him, well, on her own head be the consequences.<br><br>"It was charming dancing with you, m'lady," he said, his eyes still twinkling, nevertheless.&nbsp; "However, I should be heading back to my family."&nbsp; He stepped back and made to turn and then paused.&nbsp; "Until we meet again," he said, before finally turning to leave.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 04:07:40</strong>
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				Gwendolyn did not realize it, but a small and sweet blush appeared on her cheeks as she felt him kiss her sweet hand.&nbsp; Nodding her head in acknowledgement and respect, she was amazed that a true emotion had broken past her exterior.&nbsp; Most of her feelings and feminine reactions were as fabricated as popular ballet's, but Fitz seemed to have broken through any walls that she had put between the two of them.&nbsp; She was rather amazed of that fact as she wished him his leave.<br><br>"Good Evening......Sir Fitz....."<br><br>Chewing on her bottom lip, Gwendolyn watched him for a moment before she realized exactly what had happened.&nbsp; The tables had been turned.&nbsp; She was the one left wanting more.&nbsp; She was the one wishing to be with him.&nbsp; She was the one swirling in emotion as they watched the other patron them alone.<br><br><em>'Curses'</em><br><br>The night was still young and Gwendolyn was not to be denied.&nbsp; No, she had to pick herself up off the ground and reload in this battle.&nbsp; Returning for her glass of champagne, she took a long sip to block out any emotion she had developed inside of her.&nbsp; It was time to start a new as she made her way back to the table and Lord Wellington who was still eagerly awaiting her return.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 23:14:05</strong>
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				Fitz sauntered back to his uncle and aunt and bowed low before them, smiling sardonically as he looked at them. He knew what they must be thinking and he knew that there was no call for it.&nbsp; Hadn;t he promised them, before he came, that he would not hunt while visiting?<br><br>"See, uncle," he said, "I can still dance with a pretty girl without losing my self control."&nbsp; He shrugged.&nbsp; "I know I'm not what you had hoped for in a nephew, that you had wanted me to be a sorcerer like yourself, but I do still have a sense of honour."<br><br>Despite, that pretty speech, however, Fitz still gazed over at Gwendolyn and hungered.&nbsp; Yet he was bound not to hunt, by his oath to his uncle and by his own sense of honour.&nbsp; He would make no overt move to draw her in, but that didn't mean he couldn't have some fun with her partner, this young relation of the Iron Duke on whom Gwendolyn's sights were set.&nbsp; It was risky, practising blood magic so close to his uncle and aunt; either might detect it and neutralise it, but the risk just made it all the more irresistible an idea.<br><br>In a brief moment when his relations' attention was diverted, he lifted his thumb to his mouth and bit down.&nbsp; A single bead of blood welled up and he blew on it gently.&nbsp; As he did so, he concentrated his attention on the young Wellington and whispered a few odd sounding syllables.&nbsp; Then he licked the wound in his thumb closed and settled back to watch how the young man would cope with the effects of a spell that would make him feel as drunk as if he had just drunk half a bottle of brandy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 21:08:00</strong>
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				"I do believe that absence does thou make thy heart grow fonder..."<br><br>With a seductive smile, Gwendolyn was able to remove any ill feelings in the young Lord Wellington.&nbsp; She could tell when she had returned with a fresh glass of champagne that he had noticed her dancing.&nbsp; For the briefest of moments, Fitz and herself were the center of attention as all eyes were on the elegantly dancing couple.&nbsp; However, it was her ability to play the field and smooth over any negative feelings of admiring gentleman that was her expertise.&nbsp; The fair maiden was able to smooth over any jealousy as she shifted in her seat and placed her hand upon his thigh.<br><br>"Now Mi'Lord, you must tell me.&nbsp; You have seen the farthest ends of the world and have experienced lives that men could only dream of.&nbsp; I am sure that in the crevices of your mind, there is one experience that has only been a fantasy of yours."<br><br>Mixing with the drinks, Gwendolyn's word slowly wrapped their warm touch around the gentleman as the seduction was turned on at full volume.&nbsp; A tinge of revenge played in the back of her mind as she noticed the dark eyes of Fitz upon her every move.&nbsp; Speaking slowly and bringing herself closer to his firm body, her words became a seductive whisper as her bright greens flashed in the moonlight.<br><br>"One dream that only your heart can tell....."<br><br>As she leaned in close to him, his body began to change in a matter of moments.&nbsp; Wobbling in the chair and looking through his half gazed eyes, Lord Wellington whispered rather loudly inside of Gwendolyn's ear of his most erotic fantasy...<br><br>"I NEVER!!!"<br><br>Thankfully, the loud waltz muted most of her volume and aghast yelling at the revolting image that he pictured inside of her earlobe.&nbsp; Throwing her head up in the air, she quickly removed herself from the chair as she was thankful enough to have the constraint not to slap the disgusting gentleman.&nbsp; Shaking her head as the tendrils fell along her face, Gwendolyn retreated from the table as quickly made her way through the celebration.&nbsp; Gripping tightly to her champagne glass, she retreated through one of the exit doors out into the garden.&nbsp; In desperation, she needed to clear her head.&nbsp; Once again, she needed to be left alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 00:26:25</strong>
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				Fitz witnessed the mess Wellington had made of his chances and his lips quivered with restrained amusement.&nbsp; He had managed to sneak some thaumaturgy past his aunt and uncle and he had separated his quarry from the herd.&nbsp; He had no doubt no, that he was hunting, and so it was time to depart.<br><br>"I had best head back to the local office, uncle," Fitz said as he made his excuses and left.&nbsp; He had, earlier in his visit, procured suitable accommodation nearby.&nbsp; He had thought that he would have to feed during this visit and so had decided he needed somewhere other than his uncle's home.<br><br>Leaving his relatives, he stepped out of the marquee but, rather than leaving the Endersby gardens, he circled around the tent to where Gwendolyn had headed.As he saw her, he closed the distance between them and stood a couple of feet away from her.<br><br>"It looked like you had a bit of a rough time there," Fitz said softly to her.&nbsp; Care to join me in some mutual drowning of our sorrows?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 05:28:49</strong>
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				Once is an oddity.&nbsp; Twice is a coincidence.&nbsp; Three times is a trend.&nbsp; The entire night came flooding to the strong girl as she stopped near the entrance to the mansion.&nbsp; The party could still be heard behind Gwendolyn as desperately tried to push the memories behind her.<br><br>First, it was the young gentleman she had known earlier who already had a much younger lady.&nbsp; Once again, somebody was chosen over Gwendolyn, somebody that she actually might let her guard down for.<br><br>Second, Lord Wellington was the one who made a complete fool out of himself.&nbsp; His insinuation should have never left his mind or even his lips in an enclosed bedroom, but to whisper them in her ear was simply infuriating.&nbsp; To even suggest that he wanted to enter her....THERE?<br><br>Third, Fitz came at her most vulnerable moment.&nbsp; He was the one who made her forget her problems.&nbsp; He was the one who rekindled her passion.&nbsp; He was the one who gave life inside of her once again.&nbsp; But, yet, he disappeared just as quickly.&nbsp; She understood the dance of seduction, but as the lights burned brightly, she realized that she would never see him again.<br><br>Until his voice echoed behind her as her head snapped to look at him.&nbsp; Gwendolyn's bright green eyes sparkled in the soft light as it was clear that she had been crying.&nbsp; Clutching close to a lace handkerchief, she could not believe her eyes when she saw him in the shadows.&nbsp; The shock caused her entire body to become numb as her head nodded along to his request.<br><br>"Please, you must take me away from here...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 19:09:02</strong>
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				The speed with which Gwendolyn agreed to go away with him surprised Fitz.&nbsp; He knew that he had put all the pieces in place to undermine her confidence but he was taken aback that it was she who suggested their leaving entirely.&nbsp; Leaving, that is, together.<br><br>"Of course, Gwendolyn," he said with a smile, offering her his arm.&nbsp; "I think I know just the place."&nbsp; The place Fitz had in mind was, of course, somewhere that Gwendolyn was extremely unlikely to have encountered, despite it being virtually on the High Street.&nbsp; Fitz led her from the Endersby gardens, past the church and down the High Street.&nbsp; Pausing for a moment, he looked at the windows of the closed shops.&nbsp; On the other side of the street, he saw Stephen Fulton, the best man, unlocking his shop to slip inside.<br><br>It was on this side, however, that Fitz was interested and he spotted the opening he wanted.&nbsp; It was between the Marks &amp; Spencer Penny Bazaar and a butcher's shop.&nbsp; Almost unnoticeable, especially at night, there was a gap between the shops.&nbsp; Fitz led Gwendolyn through it into a narrow gimmel or alleyway.&nbsp; After a few steps of darkness, the gimmel was bathed in the lights from the front of what appeared to be a public house.&nbsp; On closer inspection, however, it was far more sophisticated than a mere pub, for though there were a few of its patrons sat outside drinking beer, the sound of music emanated from its open doorway and as Fitz led her in through that portal, they were greeted.<br><br>"Good evening, Fitz."&nbsp; The speaker was a tall willowy woman with shoulder length chestnut hair and astonishing green eyes.&nbsp; She was, quite simply, breathtaking; her complexion- a milky white and without blemish- only served to accentuate her full red pouting lips which seemed made for kisses.&nbsp; Her long lavender gown was cut to expose a generous slice of cleavage and, at the same time, it clung to her body like an impassioned lover, drawing attention to the soft swell of her breasts and the sensual curve of her hips.&nbsp; Her voice, as she greeted them seemed to hang in the air, beckoning the ear to listen before delivering each word as a sensual aural caress.<br><br>"And who have you brought with you, to enjoy the delights of Elysium, you darling boy?"&nbsp; The astoundingly beautiful woman's question hung in the air for a second, almost as a challenge, before Fitz answered softly.<br><br>"Lady Gwendolyn O'Hannigan," Fitz replied smoothly.&nbsp; "She is my guest here, Alienor and in need of the comfort that the green fairy can provide.&nbsp; Have you a private booth, in which we could share two glasses?"&nbsp; At his words, one of Alienor's delicate eyebrows lifted and she smiled, nodding in agreement.<br><br>"Of course," Alienor replied, "Absinthe makes the heart go wander."&nbsp; She lifted a soft hand and caressed along Gwendolyn's jawline before summoning a waiter, who led them to a secluded booth to the rear of the establishment.&nbsp; A moment later he was back with two glasses and two bottles.&nbsp; One of the bottles was tall and thin and filled with an emerald green fluid, that smelled strongly of aniseed as Fitz poured a measure into each glass.&nbsp; The other was filled with soda water which went cloudy on contact with the green liquid.<br><br>"To your good health," Fitz toasted, as he lifted his glass, encouraging her to do the same.&nbsp; "I know of no better way to drown one's sorrows."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 20:44:01</strong>
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				One of Gwendolyn's faults was that she was simply too trusting.&nbsp; At the moment, she only cared about herself and her own well being.&nbsp; She wanted to desperately get away from this nightmare and make the entire world around her disappear.&nbsp; She always understood that she had a small amount of time before her window of beauty would begin to fade.&nbsp; However, that window could not begin to close tonight.&nbsp; She was not going to be an old hag.&nbsp; It was simply not possible.<br><br>Walking with the young Fitz, Gwendolyn was guided to a rather familiar street of the busy area of London.&nbsp; She had spent many days on High Street, so she knew exactly where Fitz was taking her.&nbsp; She was expecting him to take her to one of the large and popular pub a few blocks away.&nbsp; However, when they turned into complete darkness, Gwendolyn began to wonder if she had been taken somewhere beyond even her understanding.<br><br>Looking at the woman, a bemused smile came to her lips as she studied the gorgeous creature before her.&nbsp; She looked to be sculpted by the Lord himself as Gwendolyn felt rather normal and pedestrian in comparison.&nbsp; As she was led into the black pub, Gwendolyn's hand gripped tightly to the man leading her as she tried to gaze at all the patrons around her.<br><br>Her defenses were thrown up to a new high as she looked at the two peculiar drinks.&nbsp; Raising an eyebrown at the glass, she held it in her hand as her eyes went from the glass to the man in front.<br><br>"What, prey tell is this concoction?&nbsp; Doesn't the bar keep have any fine wine?"<br><br>Setting the drink on the table between them, she may have eagerly accepted his invitation, but she was not careless enough to drink something she had no clue about.&nbsp; She knew exactly how much alcohol content she could hold and she was not going to jeopardize her night by sampling some odd fare.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 15:39:16</strong>
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				As Gwendolyn looked at him, to question the drink, Fitz's eyes captured her gaze.&nbsp; He could not have her refuse, for she would need a rationalisation, an explanation for what was to happen and absinthe was perfect for that.&nbsp; He stared into her eyes, his own darkening as he drew on the power of his blood.&nbsp; He was not going to command her- he sensed that to do so would be at best futile and at worst counter-productive. Instead, he threw the force of his presence at her, shining the full intensity of his glamour-enhanced charisma into her eyes.<br><br>Fitz was not as adept at warping the perceptions of others in this way as Alienor was, he lacked the ability that she had to use a single glance to make a mortal fall head-over-heels into a heartwrenching devotion that was more worship than love.&nbsp; He had seen her set her hook in Gwendolyn earlier this evening, to use her allure to unsettle her and perhaps sow the seed of a future conquest, should Fitz not take full advantage of her.&nbsp; Indeed, Fitz knew that Alienor had also set a barbed hook in the shrivelled thing that passed for his soul also, for even as he thought of this, he wondered what it would be like to be in the middle with both Gwendolyn and Alienor on either side of him.<br><br>His brows knit together in a frown as he exerted his will to burn away the distracting possibility that Alienor had so casually engraved on his desires and instead worked to mould Gwendolyn's perceptions.&nbsp; Lacking Alienor's skill, he had no idea exactly how Gwendolyn would perceive his power, it was different for everyone when he used it.&nbsp; For some, he would appear to be incredibly wise and trustworthy, so that all thought of disagreeing would appear folly, while, for others, he would become a figure of such imposing authority that it was second nature to carry out his wishes. Fitz hoped that for Gwendolyn, it would have a third effect, that his handsomeness, his desirability, his personal magnetism would be so great that she would cease to think critically about what he said or suggested, so that she would want to do as he wished.&nbsp; It would be ironic, he thought, for that to be the case, for he had observed Gwendolyn attempt to use her own magnetism in this way, to direct the actions of the men in her orbit until he had intervened.<br><br>"It is <em>la fée verte</em>," he said, smiling bewitchingly at her.&nbsp; "It is the beloved drink of artists, writers, musicians and cultured people all over Europe.&nbsp; Surely you've tried it before?"&nbsp; His eyes twinkled mischievously as he continued to captivate her gaze, lifting his glass to his lips.&nbsp; It's also my second favourite thing to drink.&nbsp; I'd love it if you'd share it with me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 20:12:31</strong>
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				Gwendolyn was in way over her head and she knew that she was drowning.&nbsp; She was out of her league as her charms seem to have failed her this evening.&nbsp; Faltering at the wedding and now becoming useless in the darkened pub, Gwendolyn was loosing control of her surroundings.&nbsp; Her strength was always knowing the little details that fell about her.&nbsp; Whenever she would attend the balls, she would know the actions and mindset of every patron that mattered to her.&nbsp; That way, she could watch over them and control them like a puppet master.&nbsp; She knew all the finer points and details that made the social situations such an ease to maneuver.<br><br>As of this moment, she was completely lost.&nbsp; The seductress at the door threw her mind for a complete loop.&nbsp; For some strange reason, she could not get her piercing eyes or her heavenly body out of her mind.&nbsp; She had never seen a creature so beautiful and Gwendolyn was thinking of another woman.&nbsp; Shaking her head as the strawberry blond fell about her face, she needed something to drown her thoughts.<br><br>As her eyes went to the emerald green fluid, she looked up into Fitz's eyes as she felt the drowning sensation take over her once again.&nbsp; However, this is unique and different than before.&nbsp; The seeds had been planted at the wedding, but they are now blooming in front of her eyes.&nbsp; There was a mixture inside of Fitz that became so intoxicating that it was hard to deny.&nbsp; Before she could even stop herself, her hand began to reach for the glass and brought it close to her.&nbsp; There was such a brilliant power inside of him that she became so meek and mild in his presence.&nbsp; It was that power that drew her deeper and caused a soft blush to appear on her lips.&nbsp; She had never met anybody like the young man before as it had been impossible for him to leave her thoughts.&nbsp; She had been in a dream state ever since they had met and she wondered if she ever wanted to awake.<br><br>Her scared and timid nature melted away as she brough the glass close to her face.&nbsp; Taking a whiff of the powerful drink, she brought it to his in a toast.<br><br>"To new beginnings...."<br><br>Bringing the long glass to her lips, she took a long sip of the emerald green drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 22:53:06</strong>
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				Fitz smiled encouragingly as Gwendolyn took a long sip of the drink, mirroring her action and drinking from his own glass.&nbsp; He stretched a hand across to gently caress her cheek with the lightest of touches and then lowered his hand, to place it around the hand she used to hold her glass.<br><br>"There, you see," he said, stroking around her thumb and brushing his fingers over the pulse point in her wrist.&nbsp; His eyes caught her gaze once more and seemed to grow as he leaned closer to her, whispering.&nbsp; "It is quite a stimulating drink, don't you think?&nbsp; I guess it must be why artists and the like enjoy it so."<br><br>His fingers caressed further up her wrist and to her arm proper, as his face moved slowly ever closer to her, accentuating the the sensation of her falling into his eyes.&nbsp; His breath began to caress her face as his lips neared hers.<br><br>"See how pleasant it can be, if you just follow my suggestions?"&nbsp; His whispering lips were now so close that they were less than an inch from hers and his breath brushed them coldly as his hand crept up her arm to her shoulder.&nbsp; When his lips finally touched hers, he were glistening with the sweetness of the drink and he breathed into her mouth a single intense question.<br><br>"Would you like for me to kiss you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 03:56:52</strong>
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				As the liquid seeped into her veins, Gwendolyn's entire body felt like it was burning with life and passion.&nbsp; Every sense and every feeling was intensified beyond her wildest dreams as the room seemed to pulsate around her.&nbsp; Her heart felt like it would beat out of her chest as she fell deeper into his gaze and the feeling of liquid.<br><br>Settling the glass down on the table between them, Gwendolyn felt herself falling further and further away from her rational mind.&nbsp; In fact, it had all but disappeared when she felt his hand begin to caress her soft skin.&nbsp; With the sweetest green eyes looking up in a dreamlike state, her skin burned with passion as his hand began to caress her milkey white texture.<br><br>Her soft pink lips quivered in anticipation as she felt her head begin to curve to the side.&nbsp; Under his touch, her body reacted without even a thought or a care at all around them.&nbsp; Falling deeper and deeper into him, reality all but faded as her only focus was him and his lips.<br><br>With the softest whisper, Gwendolyn had trouble finding the words to express her burning emotions as their lips were so close to one another.<br><br>"Yes Please.....Sir...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 15:10:06</strong>
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				Despite Gwendolyn's breathy invitation, Fitz merely brushed his lips across hers.&nbsp; The contact was so light it was barely there, just as the second contact- that of his tongue- was so faint, it was as if a feather flicked across her lips.&nbsp; His fingers toyed with a tendril of her glorious hair that fell over her shoulder and then slid themselves up to stroke into her hair just behind her ear.<br><br>His lips followed also, brushing, caressing and sensitizing the skin of her cheek, with a line of those maddening feathersoft almost kisses of his.&nbsp; Finally, his lips stopped, his breath oddly cold in the ear on the other side of her face from his teasing fingers.&nbsp; His tongue snaked between his lips and delicately traced the outline of the shell of her ear and his other hand moved to rest on her bosom. Its pressure was gentle but undeniable, designed to leave her in no doubt of his intentions nor of the pleasure that would be her reward for yielding to them.<br><br>The lips beside Gwendolyn's ear curled into a knowing grin, he could feel the wild thrumming of her pulse, the responses of her body to the subtle- and not so subtle- appeals he was making to her body and to her instincts.&nbsp; His aim was clear, to drive all thought from the thinking part of her mind with pleasure and the promise of still more pleasure.&nbsp; So it was, that when those lips whispered their blandishments into her ear, the soft sibilance of his whisper was overlaid with the all but irresistible voice of the tempter.<br><br>"You are one of the beautiful people of the world, Gwendolyn," he whispered.&nbsp; "Therefore, I will submit to your wishes and kiss you wherever you desire it, even on those places where you've dreamed of being kissed but never thought you would."&nbsp; To emphasis his point, the hand on her breast squeezed gently.&nbsp; "You can decide what we shall do together this night, and when."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 19:14:11</strong>
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				When Gwendolyn felt only the slightest of contacts, an audible sigh came from her hot breath.&nbsp; She had almost tasted the sweetest fruit of the garden, but she was not allowed to take a bite of what had been given to her.&nbsp; It was only the slightest tease that left her wanting more.&nbsp; The air around them had put more pressure on her lips than he had as it only made her follow blindly down his path.<br><br>Gwendolyn felt her soft and sweet body move closer to him.&nbsp; Desperately, she tried to push her sweet skin further against his lips for more pressure, but he would always leave her wanting more.&nbsp; This dance of seduction was played with clearer intentions that had brought her thoughts to new heights.&nbsp; It was painfully clear of his intentions and Gwendolyn knew exactly what must be done this evening.&nbsp; All of the other men at the wedding had faded away and she was only left with Fitz.&nbsp; She needed to use him to regain her confidence so that she could make her next attack later this week.&nbsp; He would be the perfect diversion for her true intentions.<br><br>"Seduction is a cruel mistress...."<br><br>Gwendolyn's words came from her lips as the rationality had left her to wallow in her sweet pleasure.&nbsp; She was a seductress by trade, so it was with her heart that spoke for her.&nbsp; She no longer needed her thoughts on how to tempt him as her body could do it for her.<br><br>"Patience is a virtue...."<br><br>She needed to show that she had some semblance of control.&nbsp; Not necessarily in their particular situation, but more of her own body and her own temptation.&nbsp; So, she decided to make this game a little more fair and balance as her hand crept across the large booth and rested on his thigh.&nbsp; Turning towards him, the soft light flickered on her now passionate and warmed skin.&nbsp; With her blazing green eyes, she looked to him as she spoke in her own soft whisper.<br><br>"And good things comes to those who wait....."<br><br>As she spoke in a slow tone, her hand slowly began to creep up his thigh, closer to her final destination.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 12:31:52</strong>
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				When Gwendolyn's hand began stroking its way up his thigh, Fitz smiled to himself.&nbsp; It was funny, he thought, how different minds responded.&nbsp; Some became very passive while others became consumed by desire and opened themselves to whatever he wished, just for the chance of receiving the pleasures he offered.&nbsp; This was something similar, but more active.<br><br>Having observed Gwendolyn at the wedding, Fitz had concluded that she liked to manipulate the men in her life, to have them fawning on her.&nbsp; Such behaviours were, he thought, deeply engrained by now.&nbsp; So where another woman would be panting and begging for his next caress, Gwendolyn was falling back on a familiar pattern.<br><br>It would, Fitz decided, be more effective to allow her the illusion that she was in control, that she was leading him to the place where <em>he</em> wanted <em>her </em>to be.&nbsp; He moved beneath her hand, allowing himself to respond to her caress and he leaned closer, letting his lips fall on hers.&nbsp; The hand on the back of her neck pressed her against him and, this time, there was no ethereal lightness about the kiss.&nbsp; His lips captured hers and he let his mouth open to allow his tongue to press past her lips and ito her mouth.&nbsp; With his tongue twining sinuously around hers, he deepened the kiss and let the other hand, the one on her breast move up and then back down, to slip inside the bodice of her dress, to warm the skin beneath with his caress.<br><br>The kiss lingered on, each moment becoming more intense and more passionate.&nbsp; He did little with the hand in her dress other than to graze her nipple with his palm.&nbsp; Instead he let the kiss draw on and on to the point where when he broke it she would be gasping for want of oxygen and light headed.&nbsp; Literally, he intended to take her breath away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 05:43:01</strong>
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				Gwendolyn was not a passive lover.&nbsp; She was not a meek and mild mannered woman by any stretch of the imagination.&nbsp; She had gained her tongue many years ago and made good use of its vial nature.&nbsp; She was not one to lay down and let whatever come to her.&nbsp; She knew what she wanted and she knew how she would take it from them.<br><br>Her intention was to leave him wanting more.&nbsp; Her purpose was to push the envelope and cause the shock to rise inside of his body.&nbsp; Any man that ever felt her hand brush on their thigh would freeze in a total fear as even the hint of more left them in a world of wonderment.&nbsp; That would have been her cue to make her departure.&nbsp; To leave this foreign place and get back into the smaller league that she rightfully belonged in as she was in way over her head.<br><br>However, she was guided to his lips and the kiss took everything out of her.&nbsp; All thoughts ceased to be as they simply vanished from her crowded mind.&nbsp; Her heart felt like it had taken a direct shot of the sweet concoction in front of her as it was swimming in her chest and beating like a crazed individual.&nbsp; Her pulse quickened to new heights that she was certain her veins would burst from her soft skin.&nbsp; Her hand paused in his thigh as she gripped tightly to his muscle just for sheer support.&nbsp; She was loosing muscle power under his powerful lips and needed all that she could to balance herself.&nbsp; The sweet intoxication was better than any drink that she ever had and was powerful than any kiss she ever had in the past.&nbsp; All thought of leaving left her mind as she was pulled closer into his dark embrace.<br><br>The kiss caused her true feminine reactions to come out of her.&nbsp; She swooned when he finally broke it as her cheeks had taken a soft pink color.&nbsp; Sighing between her lips as her bosom heaved in trying to recapture her lost breaths.&nbsp; Her sweet pink lips quivered with pleasure as her green eyes swirled in emotion.&nbsp; Looking up to him, her breathless words were softer than a summer breeze.<br><br>"Oh sweet heavens......"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 00:46:05</strong>
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				Fitz smiled at her reaction to his kiss and took a long pull on the bottle of absinthe as he watched her appraisingly.&nbsp; Yet he didn't swallow but, instead, pulled her in for another kiss.&nbsp; His fingers caressed the back of her neck and his lips sought hers.&nbsp; As they made contact, he slid his tongue past her lips and, in doing so, opened the way for the potent green liquor to follow.&nbsp; If his last kiss was intended to take her breath away, this one was going to be literally intoxicating.<br><br>His other hand was still within her bodice and he began to gently caress her creamy skin, letting the gentle friction of his palm tantalise her nipple.&nbsp; Then he withdrew the hand, brushing it up her cleavage to stroke at her throat, encouraging her to swallow the absinthe.&nbsp; The more he kissed her, the more he caressed her, the more she followed his suggestions, the more she would lose herself to the world.<br><br>And that was his aim.&nbsp; The more unreal the situation, the more dreamlike it seemed, the more likely she was to surrender to her instincts, to her desires, to him.&nbsp; He swept the hand at her throat down once more and broke the kiss, a small trickle of green liquid dribbling from the corner of her mouth.&nbsp; He stood and stepped back to the edge of the booth and drew the curtain, shielding them from prying eyes.&nbsp; He swayed back towards her and knelt before her, looking up to her eyes.<br><br>"What is your desire, Gwendolyn?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 04:43:42</strong>
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				Gwendolyn's room and world was spinning about her.&nbsp; And that was even before she was pulled into another deep and earth shattering kiss.&nbsp; Just beginning to regain her bearings, she was pulled to his lips as she was drawn closer to him and into his succulent world.&nbsp; As his tongue invaded her mouth, she felt the absinthe begin to creep into hers.&nbsp; Opening her eyes slightly as the liquor began to trickle down her throat.&nbsp; If she did not swallow, she would surely choke as his strong grip held her face close to him.<br><br>At first, a small trickle left her mouth before she swallowed it harshly the mind altering concoction began to change her perceptions of reality.&nbsp; The absinthe made the kiss that much grander as it only intensified the powerful feeling seeping from his lips.&nbsp; She pushed her lips further against his as she drank up each sweet moment.&nbsp; The beautiful intoxication played on her lips and called for her to continually drink from the dark mother's bosom.<br><br>Her sweet tongue came out to lick the the trickle that had fell from her lips.&nbsp; As he went to draw the curtain, she made sure to take another drink of the unknown liquid in front of her.&nbsp; She wanted this experience to be as sweet and succulent as possible.&nbsp; To feel every emotion in its largest possible scale.<br><br>"Worship me......."<br><br>A sweet and rather feminine smile came from her lips, but it hid the enchantress that was just begging to come out.<br><br>"Your lips.......make the devil himself green with envy.&nbsp; I want them on every inch of my body.&nbsp; I want you to praise me like the exquisite goddess that I am."<br><br>Leaning down to him, her eyes danced in the light as she decided to see how far that she could take him.<br><br>"I want you to make me beg.&nbsp; I want your patience.&nbsp; I want it slow and seductive.&nbsp; I want this night to be remembered for all eternity....:
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 00:34:30</strong>
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				"There are neither gods nor goddesses, save those we make ourselves," Fitz said, slowly, subtly, sliding his fingers up Gwendolyn's legs.&nbsp; As they moved with insidious slowness, they took with them her skirts, lifting them to her knees.&nbsp; He looked up at her, letting his gaze capture her eyes once more.&nbsp; He threw every scintilla of sincerity he could muster into his voice, letting its resonance swirls around her senses.<br><br>"I will worship thee, my golden lady of this night," he said, his eyes seeming to glow as his words took on an archaic cadence.&nbsp; "I will worship thee in every part, caressing and kissing thee wherever thou wilt have my lips."&nbsp; To emphasise this point, he slid his fingers up, over the tops of her knees and down between them.&nbsp; Still with his eyes locked on hers, he leaned forwards to kiss each knee.&nbsp; Of course, as he did so, his hands slid up the deliciously smooth flesh of her inner thighs, almost to their apex.<br><br>"Oh yes," he said with that seductively honeyed voice, "I will gift thee with delight and show thee an eternity of bliss this night.&nbsp; For thou art as an exquisite an example of humanity as exists and the dark joys I will wreak upon the will be equally exquisite."&nbsp; He slowly slid his fingers in twin spirals on each thigh and smiled at her, his smile dazzling.<br><br>"All you need do, my sweet, is relax and let me slowly work my will upon thee."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 05:18:06</strong>
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				Gwendolyn smiled to herself as she watched his hands rise up her soft leg.&nbsp; She was certain that Charlotte had not intended her sweet bridesmaid gown to be used in a lovers ritual, but she should have known that was an opportunity when she asked Gwendolyn to be a part of her wedding.&nbsp; The only reputation that was created was inside of her mind as she was certain that her previous lovers had never spoken a word.&nbsp; The web of lies that she had entangled them made certain that their silence would be paramount if they ever wanted to suckle from her sweet bosom.<br><br>Licking her lips slowly as her sweet tongue came out of its hiding place, Gwendolyn stared right into his eyes as she began to loose herself in their dark pools.&nbsp; The slow inching of his fingers caused her body to quiver in anticipation as his lips pressed against her knees.&nbsp; With shaking lips and the dreamlike state of the world around her, she felt herself being drawn deeper into his world as a new part of her was being pulled from deep within.&nbsp; His words intoxicated her as she slowly closed her eyes and wrapped their warm embers around her body.&nbsp; Like the feel of a sweet lover, she embraced their decadent sounds as she watched with the intent of a cat eyeing its prey.<br><br>"Sir Fitz......an opera is deemed worthless with one misstep in its movements.&nbsp; Thy composer will loose the audience's ear if he is not careful.&nbsp; He must entrance and enlightened his captives before showing all that he can offer.&nbsp; It is with thy patience and thy timing that one hearts can flutter to the beautiful sky's above.&nbsp; It is that precision that you are a Master....."<br><br>Breathing deeply as her nose flared in expansion, his kisses began to light the fire inside of her as she shot up from her as her words turned to a soft whisper.<br><br>"You have proved yourself worthy on the dancefloor.&nbsp; I am admired by your social qualities.&nbsp; Your tongue is a worthy opponent and one that was stolen from an artist's cold hands.&nbsp; It is time for you to show me all thy sweet lips can conjure...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 01:49:51</strong>
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				Fitz smiled at her invitation and he decided that he would emply an old trick he had learned centuries ago, when he was still trying to master the magician's craft, before he forsook his magic to embrace the darkness of vampirism.&nbsp; It was not magic, really, more of a matter of focus and getting another to focus.&nbsp; Given the effect his personality was already having on her, she should fall easily into the patterns of thought his words suggested.<br><br>"Right now I am going to tell you that this can not go wrong," he said, "Which means that whatever we do is going to feel right for you. Right in all ways, and right for you.&nbsp; When you allow everything you feel to be right, you can just as easily eliminate everything that is wrong."&nbsp; He smiled up at her, watching the movements of her eyes beneath their lids, checking to see how her mind was accepting his words.<br><br>"In this way, the sour notes in the opera may be overlooked.&nbsp; And in any case, what we do now, we do together.&nbsp; I am sure that you have never heard anyone tell you that you breathe wrong, which means that we are already doing something right, and if we keep doing everything right, you will experience nothing wrong. It happens without thinking about it, and when you don't think, you are still doing everything right, and when something feels right, it feels good and when something feels good, you just want to keep doing everything right."&nbsp; As he spoke, his fingers caressed her through the flimsy fabric of her undergarments and he smiled to himself.<br><br>"If you allow yourself right now," he said in his most mellifluous hypnotic voice, speaking continuously, soothingly, without drawing breath..&nbsp; "If you allow yourself to take one cleansing deep breath right now and simply allow your mind to go slightly blank right now, I will help you achieve something which is right for you right now as you rightfully listen to my words, leaving behind everything else which is wrong and not needed right now. All you need right now is the strong belief that what we are doing right now is the right thing and that we can rightfully do no wrong right now. As we have already so rightfully established, you have never heard anyone tell you that you breathe wrong, which means that you are already doing something right, and if you keep doing everything right, you will experience nothing wrong. It happens without thinking about it, and when you don't think, you are still doing everything right, and when something feels right, it feels good and when something feels good, you just want to keep doing everything right."<br><br>He paused, stroking her gently, studying her face intently.&nbsp; "And you do want to feel good and do right, don't you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 04:26:40</strong>
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				As she felt him begin to talk, Gwendolyn's slender hand reached towards the table as she finished the glass of the green liquid that had been provided for her.&nbsp; She didn't exactly know what was in what she was drinking, but she knew that she could not get enough of it.&nbsp; Obviously, Gwendolyn had too much drink sometime in her past, but it never felt like this.&nbsp; She was a good judge of her alcohol content, but this was the proverbial wrench thrown into her system.&nbsp; No matter how much she drank, she always wanted more.&nbsp; The effects were much grander than any alcoholic drink she had ever before and the sweet feeling washed into every vein.<br><br>Gwendolyn's eyes slowly descended upon him as he began to talk in circles around her.&nbsp; Blinking a few times, her mind was solely on him.&nbsp; The focus never wavered as she hung on every word that escaped from his delicious lips.&nbsp; In fact, she felt herself zeroing in on his words as the world around them began to fade into blackness.&nbsp; Leaning closer to him as she pulled herself up into a sitting position as his words drew her in circles.&nbsp; Like the constant embrace of a perfect lover, his words pushed and pulled so that she lost any semblance of direction.&nbsp; She was left only with him and only with each individual word that he spoke.&nbsp; The alcohol made focusing on each word rather difficult as she would forget the previous ones that were spoken to her.<br><br>"I want to feel good and do right...."<br><br>Even before Gwendolyn could think the words, her lips had already spoken them.&nbsp; He had pulled them out from inside of her and made them appear on her lips without even her own consent.&nbsp; He had made her speak without a single thought in her head as the memorization of the words came from her subconscious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 00:25:37</strong>
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				Gwendolyn's ready response to his words made Fitz smile and he stroked her hair.&nbsp; He knew that the deeper she went into the trance he was crafting the weaker her inhibitions would be and so he pressed on, beginning to plant more suggestions.<br><br>"It happens without thinking about it, and when you don't think, you are still doing everything right, and when something feels right, it feels good and when something feels good, you just want to keep doing everything right. As long as you follow and obey my suggestions, you are doing everything right, which then means you are feeling something enjoyable which makes you feel even better. That is pretty simple, don't you agree?"&nbsp; The repetition of the ideas and the circular nature of his words was designed to hit right past the part of her mind that acted as a watchdog.&nbsp; Indeed, the caressing of his fingers and the subtle application of his presence, amplified by his vampiric glamour were all acting to keep that watch dog occupied and diverted, until the effects of his words felt too good to her for her to stop slipping deeper under his control.&nbsp; So, before she could answer, he spoke again, his voice warm and mesmeric.<br><br>"Yes, very simple, indeed," he said, answering for her.&nbsp; "It's all about the emotions or sensations we seek through our experiences and actions and what we do with them. It's about knowing what we want and where we came from and it happens without thinking about it, and when you don't think, you are still doing everything right, and when something feels right, it feels good and when something feels good, you just want to keep doing everything right..."&nbsp; The words continued to circle round her and home in on her desires, lulling her into a state of passive acceptance of his words.<br><br>"...feel my right words for you as they wrap themselves softly around your awareness as you rightfully go deeper, easily and comfortably, soothingly slipping softly, warping in right time and right space, deep right now, the ideal feeling for you right now and inside of you right now, realizing rightfully that it is real, realizing that you are right here, feeling perfectly wonderful like this for the right reason.&nbsp; Your conscious mind is sleeping deeply right now, contentedly, pleasantly, so rightfully deep, allowing your unconscious mind to remember, reflect and recall when need be what has been rightfully mentioned, what has occurred. So easy to let your consciousness fade and drift now, float and slide right up and right down now, in and over right now, down and up now, if that is what I choose is right for you right now. So easy to feel the transformation take place now while you listen to me, each word moulding the right structure of your inner mind..."<br><br>And soon enough Fitz felt that his plan had been achieved and he whispered into her ear, "Are you very deep for me, my pet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 20:49:51</strong>
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				Gwendolyn's intense eyes never wavered and could hardly blink as she stared straight into his mind.&nbsp; It felt like such an easy and simple concept for her to understand.&nbsp; She always did what felt right and what was good for her.&nbsp; She never adhered to the consequences around her as they were always an after thought.&nbsp; Her planned reckless nature helped keep everything in control so that she was able to control those around her.&nbsp; She surrounded herself with people who would do her biding and only go after new people when she became bored with the useless around she had kept for too long.<br><br>She knew that she should not be feeling this or even listening to him.&nbsp; Gwendolyn should have left before she even took a sip of that addicting drink on the table in front of her.&nbsp; This was far further than she ever intended to go, but it appears that escape is out of the question.&nbsp; As she listened to him, she began to realize and understand that she did not want to leave.&nbsp; In fact, she wanted to stay here with him and continue this wonderful feeling that she had.&nbsp; She believed that he was the only one who could make this appear inside of her body and she would stay with him so that it would always burn brightly inside of her.<br><br>The acceptance was not fully justified inside of her.&nbsp; Their was still a small voice inside of her that was trying to fight and refused to be converted by him.&nbsp; However, that voice had become meek and was not able to stop her lips from speaking simply and easily to him.<br><br>"Yes Master...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 22:10:10</strong>
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				There was a darkly intense glimmer in Fitz's eyes as he heard her use the word, "Master," and he stroked her softly, sensuously and quite deliberately, almost as a reward for her growing submission.<br><br>"Yes, my pet, very good, very well done," he said.&nbsp; "Feeling how you lose yourself so readily and easily right now, quickly and deeply now, open your mind up even wider for me now, allowing we easy access to your inner life. And my words will forever be important to you from this moment on.&nbsp; All you crave and desire is to ... allow your consciousness to sleep and not think, not think just sleep, while your unconscious mind is taking over now, knowing and remembering everything, so readily there for you to be alert when you wake up, reminding you of words and phrases that you thought lost in time for good, yet my control and magical powers have enchanted you to remember when you are supposed to remember. So easy to let your consciousness fade and drift, float and slide up and down, in and right over right now, down and up, so easy to accept everything I instruct you, because it's right for you and it feels so good to accept my words and you want all of that pleasure, don't you?"<br><br>Before the now thoroughly mesmerised Gwendolyn could answer the question, Fitz began instilling in her all of the triggers and suggestions that he was going to use so devastatingly on her.<br><br>"Yes, of course you do, my pet, because it's right to feel that and what's right feels good and what fees good has to be right and all of that pleasure feels so good that you can't resist it.&nbsp; You can't resist this pleasure my pet because its what you want all along, it's what you deeply crave.&nbsp; Indeed, whenever you hear me- and only me- say the word, "absinthe," you will fall back into this deeply pleasurable state of rightness.&nbsp; You will feel the pull of the pleasure drawing you back to this feeling of rightness and acceptance of my words whenever I, and only I, say the word "absinthe".&nbsp; Each time you return to this place, the pleasure you will feel will be more intense and more compelling, making you want to submit to my power more and more..."<br><br>And so it continued, as Fitz deepened her dependence, as he buried his hooks and triggers deep within her psyche.&nbsp; He instilled in her a sudden and intense feeling of arousal that burgeoned in her loins whenever she saw him lick his lips.&nbsp; He coaxed and commanded that each time she saw it, the arousal would double.&nbsp; In addition, he built within her a deep craving for him to lick and kiss her neck, that having her neck kissed or licked would become one of the most erotic things that she could experience.&nbsp; And then he slowly began to bring her back out of the trance.<br><br>"Arriving at the door of rightful and complete awareness, now, feeling a natural free flow of cleansing air in your lungs, each breath re-energizing your body to be as fully aware as your mind, thoughts returning that were there before, and the concept of time renewed and current as ever before – as you awaken fully … right now."&nbsp; And as he watched awareness return to her eyes, he smiled to himself and licked his lips in anticipation of what was to come.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 19:13:31</strong>
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				Gwendolyn stared deeply into his eyes as she became mesmerized with his words.&nbsp; All she could hear was his words and all that she could see was his eyes as he pulled further and further away from reality.&nbsp; All that was around her and all that was real inside of her mind began to fade into a blank nothingness.&nbsp; His words were all that she cared about.&nbsp; His words were her life.&nbsp; His words were what she fed upon.&nbsp; His words were all that mattered to her and would be all that she needed to hear from him.&nbsp; These words became so powerful that they wrapped tightly around her psyche and body while taking a firm control.&nbsp; They became chains that she could never escape from.<br><br>Gwendolyn's world was full of darkness.&nbsp; She could see no light and remember nothing of the last few moments.&nbsp; Blinking a few times as she pushed a piece of her sweet strawberry blond from her eyes as a look of confusion reached her soft green eyes.&nbsp; She could not remember what had happened or where she had been recently.<br><br>Her eyes moved around the secluded booth and she was reminded of the bar that she had gone after the wedding.&nbsp; Looking to Fitz before her, she remembered the sensual acts of seduction that they have played upon one another.&nbsp; She remembered their dancing and the kisses inside the booth, but that was about all.&nbsp; Seeing the empty glass in front of her of absinthe, Gwendolyn realized that the powerful concoction must have had a hold over her.<br><br>"Sir Fitz, My deepest apologises for I must have dozed off....."<br><br>The confusion on her face was clear and evident as she desperately tried to remember what exactly had happened.&nbsp; She could usually tell her alcohol intake and know her limits, but that green vile must have made her loose any sense of semblance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 20:16:49</strong>
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				Fitz merely smiled at Gwendolyn's apology, lifting his fingers to caress her cheek and looking into her eyes once more.&nbsp; Now was the chance to see if his triggers had worked.&nbsp; Aside from anything else, dropping her back into trance would be a great way to ensure that his dominance over her mind was reinforced.&nbsp; Not only would he be able to assert more control over her and strengthen the triggers, the simple fact that the efficacy of one trigger had been demonstrated, that she had dropped like a rock at his command, that she had been powerless to resist, would only cause her unconscious mind to work with the triggers in future.&nbsp; Why should she try to fight, when she knew she was powerless to resist?<br><br>"Oh its of no moment," Fitz said, smiling at her and moistening his lips with his tongue.&nbsp; He was hoping that this trigger in particular would work, as he knew that sexual arousal was a powerful enough force to keep her conscious mind occupied and to thus make the effects of the other triggers more effective.&nbsp; The finger caressing her cheek dropped to her neck and Fitz smiled once more.<br><br>"It's no problem if you fell asleep," he said.&nbsp; "After all, no harm's been done, has it anf you're much more refreshed now.&nbsp; Indeed, you looked quite delicious when you were asleep."&nbsp; He licked his lips as he said this last and gently teased his finger around her throat.&nbsp; "So I was charmed, you were refreshed and no harm's been done.&nbsp; See, you must have done the right thing, and you like to do the right thing don't you?&nbsp; Indeed, you might say that having a doze is often the right thing to do after a glass of absinthe..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 03:41:49</strong>
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				Gwendolyn's eyes went into his as she watched him speak to her.&nbsp; However, his words began to fade away as she watched his smile and licking of his lips.&nbsp; Her mind zeroed in on his actions as she so desperately wanted those lips to be pressed against her.&nbsp; She wanted them on her smooth skin, on her sweet lips and on her neck.<br><br>........her neck........<br><br>Blinking a few times, Gwendolyn tried to keep focus, but the burning inside of her refused to die.&nbsp; Her breathing began to increase rather rapidly as she shifted a bit in her seat.&nbsp; Her sweet lips began to moisten under him as the pleasure and arousal began to arise inside of her.&nbsp; She felt herself begin to melt under his touch as her own tongue came to lick her lips as it took all of her strength not to kiss him.<br><br><em>'Absinthe'</em><br><br>Gwendolyn's entire world melted around her as she slowly turned back into the state that she was just in a few moments ago.&nbsp; Her body was no longer tense as her mind became blank once again.&nbsp; All she could feel was the bright fire inside of her that burned of pure passion.&nbsp; No longer able to fight any of his words, she pressed herself closer to him as the fire in her eyes was newly lit to him.&nbsp; The words were not her own as she only sought his pleasure and the pleasure from her own body.&nbsp; She was still Gwendolyn, but something else had taken a hold of her and was now manipulating her body.<br><br>"Master.......I am here to serve you......I want to feel good and do right...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 22:48:04</strong>
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				"Of course you want to feel good and do right, my pet," Fitz said silkily, pleased, from all of her reactions, that the triggers he had set were effective.&nbsp; &nbsp;The dilation of the pupils of her eyes, the sudden increase in her heart rate and the shallowness of her breathing as she watched his tongue circle his lips told him that se was definitely feeling arousal.&nbsp; The way her eyes looked upwards and to the side as he stroked her neck told him that, for Gwendolyn at least, her neck had become one of her most sensitive erogenous zones.<br><br>Yet it was her words as she dropped into trance that showed Fitz how deeply she was under his control.&nbsp; Master, he thought.&nbsp; He had not fully earned that yet, not in the full sense that his kind had evolved.&nbsp; Soon, however, he would become her regnant and then, the term, Master would be his by right.&nbsp; Of course, in the meantime, such obedience should be rewarded, so Fitz took her still deeper into her trance and suggested that the act of going into trance for him was deeply pleasurable and that the deeper she went the more pleasure she would get.&nbsp; And then he worked to strengthen and reinforce the other suggestions, especially that of having her neck licked, kissed and- a new addition- bitten was sublimely arousing.&nbsp; Finally, he built a suggestion that they were completely alone,&nbsp; Of course, Elysium's clientele knew what the curtain meant and would respect their privacy, so Fitz knew they would not be disturbed.<br><br>And then he brought her back to full awareness and, gently, he leaned forwards licking his lips and then the side of her neck.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 04:47:11</strong>
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				Gwendolyn's body was burning brightly inside of her as she felt every blood drop and every vessel become engulf in the fire of passions.&nbsp; She had been aroused before and she had made sweet passionate love until the early hours of the morning.&nbsp; This was nothing new to her and it was feeling that she enjoyed unlike many women of her class.&nbsp; However, all of it failed in comparison to this one moment.&nbsp; All of it had become a dark shadow to the bright light that was burning inside of her.&nbsp; In a matter of seconds, she had forgotten her entire history as they were nothing in the eyes of being with Fitz.<br><br>The pleasure rose inside of her as she was absolutely dripping and her nipples were bursting from underneath her tight corset.&nbsp; The pleasure ran from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.&nbsp; It was an intense passion that she could not deny.&nbsp; Her breathing increased even more as she was certain that she would surely faint in a matter of seconds.&nbsp; She pushed her neck farther and deeper against his lips.<br><br>When she was brought back to awareness, her conscious level was not even aware as only pleasure could be felt through her body.&nbsp; The feeling of his lips on the side of her neck had become so pleasurable that she only wanted him to stay right on that spot.&nbsp; Her breathless words were hardly above a whisper as the empty room around them faded into nothingness.<br><br>"Sir Fitz.........Yes.........Ohhhhhh........You feel so wonderful....So delicious...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 21:48:51</strong>
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				Fitz pulled back at Gwendolyn's words, leaving her neck with a last dab of his tongue.&nbsp; He looked into her eyes from very close and rested a hand on her shoulder.&nbsp; He could see in her how well the suggestion was working, his heightened sense of smell could detect the excitement building between her thighs, he could hear the hammering of her heart and he could see her eyes glaze.<br><br>"Delicious eh?" he asked.&nbsp; "I might say the same of your neck.&nbsp; I could just nibble on it all day."&nbsp; He punctuated his remark with a slow, deliberate lick of his lips, as if he really were planning on taking a bite of her neck.&nbsp; She had asked him to make her beg, well that was just what he was going to do.&nbsp; He darted in and kissed her neck again, briefly before leaning back to watch her.&nbsp; If all was going to plan, she would forget she was in a bar in the whirl of arousal.&nbsp; And now Fitz was getting aroused too and when she did finally beg, he would take her, completely in both body and blood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 04:39:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwendolyn was positive that she would loose it when he spoke those words and she watched his tongue seductively lick his lips.&nbsp; She was certain that her entire body would shiver in pure pleasure and she would release just from his words and kisses.&nbsp; Squirming in the booth as she felt herself become faint of ecstasy as the world faded into oblivion.<br><br>She didn't know where they had gone or when Fitz had taken her into this secluded room, but she reasoned that his timing was impeccable.&nbsp; His sweet kiss against her neck lasted way too short and she could not take it any longer.&nbsp; Swallowing hard, her words were shaking and they could hardly be heard above the heat building inside.<br><br>"Sir Fitz......I need you......I beg of you.......Make love to me.....Take me away from here......Let our bodies collide together in the sweetest embrace......Kiss me once more.........I don't know how much more I can take......"<br><br>Gwendolyn moved closer to him as she kissed his lips once again.&nbsp; Feeling her body pull them down so that they are lying on the soft, silky bed underneath them, Gwendolyn moved closer to him.&nbsp; Even as she ravaged him with her kisses, she would always present her neck to him.&nbsp; Whenever he would respond, she would offer her swan and elegant neck for him as the sweetest of gifts.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 23:47:09</strong>
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				Fitz flowed over Gwendolyn's body and pinned her against the table.&nbsp; What, exactly, she believed she was lying on, he neither knew nor cared.&nbsp; She was his now, she was offering herself fully and completely to him and he was going to accept her offer.<br><br>He stretched over her, kissing her throat again, even as he hitched up her skirts.&nbsp; His nimble fingers made short work of her undergarments and he slid his kisses up to her jawline.&nbsp; He smiled. pulling his breeches down, getting ready for the rite to come.&nbsp; His first taste of her would be a ritual, of sorts. She lay there on the altar of the table, ready to accept him.&nbsp; He had bound her to him hypnotically and he was about to bind her emotionally before, at the last, binding her mystically, through the sharing of their bloods.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 04:40:27</strong>
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				Gwendolyn felt herself fall back on the softest mattress in the known world.&nbsp; Like a soft cloud on a spring day filled with sweet feathers, she was amazed at the secluded and romantic room he had observed.&nbsp; The bed went on for miles and the only soft flicker of the candlelight shown the smallest of details.&nbsp; It was hard for her to focus on any details as her dream like state made it difficult for her.<br><br>The many layered skirts of her bridesmaid gown rustled in even the slightest movement.&nbsp; The sweet pink color looked rather out of place in such a decadent act as she was giving her body rather willingly to him.&nbsp; The warm night air rushed against her wet and ready womanhood as her last line of defenses had fallen prey to his touch.&nbsp; Her bosom continued to rise in greater heights as her lips trembled in every sweet kiss.&nbsp; Her hands came up to pull him closer to her as she turned her head to meet him.&nbsp; Pressing her lips tightly against him, she brought him down on the soft mattress as he laid on top of her in the sweetest of embraces.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 23:20:22</strong>
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				Fitz looked down into Gwendolyn's glazed eyes and smiled.&nbsp; She was lost now, lost in a delusion created from his suggestions by her unconscious mind.&nbsp; Now he could enjoy her fully, he thought, and he pushed his hips forwards, sliding into her with a moan of satisfaction.<br><br>She really was good enough to eat, he thought as he began to rhythmically pump his hips into her.&nbsp; He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the hollow of her throat and decided that eating would follow on soon from him getting his pleasure from her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 20:27:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwendolyn's eyes grew rather large at the sudden intrusion into her sweet lips.&nbsp; Gasping as his large manhood began to separate and insert itself inside of her, her warm and moistened entrance dissipated any cold feeling that she had from his skin. Plus, the fire beside them in the romantic room made their soft and pure skin glistened in such a blaze of glory.<br><br>Her hands began to wrap around his shoulders as she pushed him closer to her neck.&nbsp; A soft moan came from her lips as she felt him reach the sweetest spot of her body.&nbsp; Her eyes rolled in her head as a quiver came from her wanting him to kiss her hard on her neck.<br><br>"Please.......Kiss Me Harder......."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 11:43:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It would have been unfair to say that Fitz ignored Gwendolyn's impassioned entreaty.&nbsp; He heard her clearly enough and knew exactly what she wanted, even if she wasn't properly aware what it was she was asking of him.&nbsp; He even granted her desire in some small measure.&nbsp; Indeed, "some small measure" might well describe exactly what he gave her, for now he was concerned as much with his own pleasure as he was on binding her even closer to him.<br><br>So it was that his kisses upon her neck and throat remained- for the time being- just that: gentle, teasing kisses.&nbsp; He pressed his face into her cleavage to kiss her over her heart and them licked right the way up, up her breastbone, over the little hollow between her collarbones at the base of her throat and right up to the point of her chin.&nbsp; He followed that, even as his hips ground insistently against hers in the ancient animal rhythm of their coupling, with myriad tiny nibbling kisses across the smooth fine skin beneath her jawline.&nbsp; He kissed her indeed where she desired it, but without the force or pressure she begged for.<br><br>The result was, in the end, inevitable.&nbsp; The twin assaults on her senses, that of his mouth on her neck and of his manhood throbbing within her, continued to shred the remains of whatever self control could be left in a mind already thrown into delirium by his post-hypnotic suggestions.&nbsp; He felt her body's responses and took his own pleasure from them, drinking in her pleasure, her bliss and her ecstasy and taking them parasitically for his own.&nbsp; Higher and higher he took her, until he was certain that nothing remained for her but the heat, the pressure and the pleasure.&nbsp; And when her pleasure peaked, when she convulsed beneath him, he lifted his face from her throat and howled his release to the world.<br><br>Even as he flooded her with his icy dead seed, he brought his head down and his fangs took her in the throat, biting deep.&nbsp; His mouth closed over the bite and he sucked on her lifeblood, drinking her in, swallowing the vital fluid.&nbsp; She had asked him to kiss her hard on the neck and, at last, now he had and it remained to be seen how grateful she would be for the dark ecstasy that such a Kiss would bring.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 19:32:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The illusion was complete in Gwendolyn's mind.&nbsp; It was this beautiful and candle lit room that filled her mind with radiant images.&nbsp; It felt like a scene from a torrid and steamy novel that she would read into the late night hour.&nbsp; Two sweet lovers, bound together by passion and the feelings that were bursting from their hearts.&nbsp; She could only imagine the stories she would tell of this night.&nbsp; How she had met him and was taken away in a night of seclusion and pure passion.<br><br>His warm and sweet skin felt beautiful in the soft candlelight.&nbsp; She felt a warm glow from him that she had never experienced before in her life.&nbsp; His passion colored her sweetest skin and made all around her incredibly vibrant.&nbsp; Each kiss against her neck felt like she was falling deeper into the abyss.&nbsp; She pushed herself against his lips as he was working her like a beautiful painter.&nbsp; Elegant and mysteriously, she needed no guidance from her or even words to tell him where to go on her luxurious body.&nbsp; Each step was perfect.&nbsp; Each kiss was sweeter than the next.&nbsp; Each moment was more succulent and delicious than the last.<br><br>Her release came like the crescendo of the opera of sin.&nbsp; Her sweet voice echoed in their secluded room as she was certain their neighbors knew exactly what had occurred.&nbsp; Her beautiful screams of passion mixed delicately with a hearty moan that convulsed her entire body.&nbsp; Arching her back and pushing her body against him, the sweet release of his seed added to the mixing of their pleasure.&nbsp; The night had ended perfectly as she fell back against the soft feathers of their bed.<br><br>Still in the effects of the release, she suddenly got her wish.&nbsp; Her scream continued in ecstasy as her mouth opened wide as his fangs dug deep into her neck.&nbsp; The blood that was flowing wildly through her body was suddenly being sucked away from her.&nbsp; His sucking and biting felt like a continuous release as she moaned and panted to his kiss.&nbsp; Closing her eyes, her body began to pause and stiffen underneath her as the warm glow slowly began to drain from her.&nbsp; Her lips quivering in passion as her life was being taken away from her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 00:02:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz had drunk perhaps a pint of Gwendolyn's blood when he licked her wounded neck to heal it.&nbsp; He lifted his head from her, looking back at her, biting his bloodied lips in thought.&nbsp; He looked at her carefully, assessing her state and he smiled to see that he had not been as carried away as he had feared.<br><br>As he leaned in to kiss her tenderly, a small bead of blood welled up on his lower lip, where he had bitten it.&nbsp; He pressed his lips to hers in a gentle but insistent kiss and then pulled back, leaving her with lips smeared with a mixture of their bloods.<br><br>"I believe you have seduced me Gwendolyn," he said.&nbsp; "I wonder what else you might do under the influence of absinthe."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 04:55:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Fitz began to drink from her, Gwendolyn was falling deeper and deeper for the man next to her.&nbsp; She could not believe that she had just met this man, but she felt like she had known him all of her life.&nbsp; In fact, it felt like she had known him much longer than her own existence.&nbsp; Like they were destined and meant to be together.&nbsp; The release from his pounding inside of her was only matched by his fangs deep inside of her flesh.&nbsp; She felt a strong sense of desire and servitude towards him.&nbsp; She loved him with all of her heart and she knew that without a shadow of a doubt.&nbsp; Her happiness was only happened in his presence and she was only fulfilled when she was making him happy.<br><br>Gwendolyn tasted their own blood as her tongue came out to lick her lips.&nbsp; The sweet tasted lasted on her tongue.&nbsp; Savoring the small and delicate taste, it began to dribble down her throat with the taste still appearing on her tongue.&nbsp; Her pink lips had a splotch of red where the blood was brought into her system.<br><br><em>'Absinthe'</em><br><br>Gwendolyn's eyes began to flutter.&nbsp; The small room disappeared as she was brought back to the bar.&nbsp; She could still feel his erect member inside of her as her gown was thrown all about her.&nbsp; Looking around, she could feel the life and reality return to her.&nbsp; The loss of blood made her rather weak and woozy as her pure skin had turned an even paler shade of white.<br><br>"Sir Fitz...........I feel rather light headed........"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 20:02:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz looked at her with deep concern in his eyes.&nbsp; He reached out a hand to stoke her cheek and he gently dabbed his lower lip with his tongue.&nbsp; He sighed and shook his head sadly, lifting his fingers to rest them on her forehead.<br><br>"You do appear a little pale, Gwendolyn," he stated matter-of-factly, and he shook his head some more, his brows knitting together with concern.&nbsp; "I would say that the day has caught up with you.&nbsp; First all the excitement of the wedding, then having to endure that dreadfully boorish behaviour at the reception and lastly your exertions here."<br><br>He shook a mildly reproving finger at her, licking his lips as he did so before continuing.&nbsp; "You were utterly insatiable and completely irresistible.&nbsp; I had thought to keep myself pure for whomever I would wed, but there was no way I could say no to you.&nbsp; The smooth swanlike column of your neck, just made me want to kiss it again and again and, well you made a man of me, this night."&nbsp; He closed his eyes and sighed, once more moistening his lips with his tongue.<br><br>"I had no idea that you would be so taken with the taste of absinthe."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 04:16:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The jolt and sudden jaunt back to reality brought a perplexed look on her face.&nbsp; Loosing all that blood, her body did not move as quickly or as responsive as she wished it would.&nbsp; She was positive that they were in a secluded bedroom and not the enclosed area of the pub.&nbsp; Slowly moving her head, the world began to turn around her as the light headed feeling only seemed to increase.<br><br>Her skin had turned a ghostly pale color as the two bite marks on her neck could be clearly seen because of her gown.&nbsp; Red droplets began to ooze out of her puncture wounds as her eyes focused on him.&nbsp; Watching him lick his lips, all thoughts began to disappear.&nbsp; Her rational mind had been completely by that of the burning passion inside of her.&nbsp; She tried to speak, but her words were soft whispers that could be taken away in a summer breeze.<br><br>"Sir Fitz, I'm sorry that I had taken your innocence.&nbsp; I don't know what came over me to act like..."<br><br><strong><em>'ABSINTHE'</em></strong><br><br>Gwendolyn blinked a few times and they were back in the lover's room.&nbsp; The soft light flickered behind them as her heavy hand came out to caress against his face.&nbsp; Moving her limb was all of her focus as her bright green eyes stared into his as she gently felt his smooth cheek.&nbsp; Licking her lips back to him, all rationality had disappeared as she returned smoothly to her state.<br><br>"Master...........In all my years, I have never felt anything compared to you.&nbsp; You truly are a wonder and utter perfection.&nbsp; I must be yours as my heart beats only for you......"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 20:09:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz frowned, looking at the bite marks on her neck becoming apparent and commanded her to sleep.&nbsp; It was not like him to be quite so shoddy in his clean-up.&nbsp; He would have to lick the wound again to heal them completely and he was glad that he had dropped her back into trance.&nbsp; The last thing he needed was for her to be wantonly writhing as he healed her.<br><br>As he licked at the bite marks, this time making sure that the skin had healed properly to remove completely any trace of the wound, he remembered back to when his clan had seconded him to the Prince of Oxford's service.&nbsp; It had been pleasant to serve as the Tremere ambassador to Prince Lucius' court: the academic tone the Prince set there was one that Fitz had enjoyed.&nbsp; However, he had been hard pressed when indiscriminate and indiscreet feeding by a rogue from the Gangrel clan threatened the Masquerade.&nbsp; Fitz had been proud of planting the rumour of an outbreak of "neck rupture" to cover the Gangrel's activities until the beast had been caught and summarily executed.&nbsp; No, Fitz was far more orderly in his predations: never more blood taken than could be explained away as a "funny turn."<br><br>He brought Gwendolyn up out of sleep and started to plant a couple more suggestions: that she needed to get home and that she wanted him to escort her.&nbsp; He grinned as he snapped his fingers to bring her out of trance.&nbsp; It might be a little dated, but then, so was Fitz himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 04:43:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Heavily her eyelids fell down and covered her bright green eyes as Gwendolyn went into a deep and dreamless state.&nbsp; Her world darkened around her as time to see have frozen before her.&nbsp; She couldn't tell how long she was out for or even if she actually slept as it felt like her entire world just skipped and vanished before her.&nbsp; She remembered falling asleep, but waking up was another ordeal all together.&nbsp; Blinking once again, she suppressed a yawn with the back of her hand.<br><br>"Sir Fitz, I believe you presumptions are to be correct.&nbsp; The day and night have been rather long for me and I believe that I would enjoy a long rest for the evening.&nbsp; Would you be a gentleman and escort me home?&nbsp; The dark streets of London are no place for a lady alone....There are unspeakable dangers out there...."<br><br>After the words came out, Gwendolyn turned her head and wondered where those words had come from.&nbsp; She had spent countless hours on the streets alone as she retreated from parties and barely lit rooms.&nbsp; Why did she need his help now?&nbsp; Why did she want him not to leave her?&nbsp; Why did she have to soak up every ounce of him that she could?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 00:30:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then let us be going," Fitz agreed smoothly, knowing that whatever unspeakable terrors Gwendolyn thought might be there would soil themselves if they were to see him without the customary veneer of civilisation that he used to cloak his true nature.&nbsp; He stood and offered her his arm.<br><br>He led her through the rest of <em>Elysium</em>, and back onto the main streets of the city.&nbsp; He let her guide him back to her home and there, on the doorstep, he turned her to face him.&nbsp; Now was the time to cement his control, to ensure she would come back to him.&nbsp; He leaned forward and whispered into her ear.<br><br>"I wish I could come in with you," he said, his lips teasing her earlobe.&nbsp; And then, before she could answer, he lowered his lips to kiss the side of her neck, letting his teeth graze the fine skin.&nbsp; "You could invite me in, if you want..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 05:14:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwendolyn rose from the booth and she was very happy to have Fitz's arm to lean on.&nbsp; The loss of blood made her body rather weak as her skin still had a very pale look to it.&nbsp; Holding tightly to him, she rearranged her pink bridesmaid's gown back to its original shape.&nbsp; Letting the skirts fall about her, she kept her eyes downwards as they made their way to her home.<br><br>She had led them to a wealthier part of town.&nbsp; It was only a few blocks from the bustle of busy streets of London, but the large metal gate gave the large home some protection.&nbsp; All of the lights had been turned off as the small mansion was cloaked in a shadow of darkness.&nbsp; She didn't expect him to come to her door, but she couldn't resist or deny him.<br><br>Without warning, Gwendolyn felt his lips softly brush against her ear.&nbsp; Shivers ran down her spine as the sudden rush of passion ran through her body.&nbsp; She tried to fight this overwhelming feeling inside of her, but it was useless when his lips kissed the side of her neck.&nbsp; She felt her entire body quiver in delight as a soft moan left her lips.&nbsp; Nodding her head as her weak hand began to reach for the brass nob of her door.<br><br>"Please, come inside with me.&nbsp; I don't want us to depart yet....."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 22:37:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Had Fitz's face had not been pressed against Gwendolyn's neck, a smile would have been visible as a result of her eagerness to get him inside.&nbsp; He gently bit down on her neck, letting his teeth dent the skin but not penetrate it, before licking from shoulder to her ear.<br><br>"Tell me, Gwendolyn, do you live alone?" Fitz asked.&nbsp; "Or do you still live with your parents?"&nbsp; He returned to kissing and teasing her neck, making it hard for her consciously to examine his questions.&nbsp; He pulled away after a moment, to look at her and to give her a chance to answer.&nbsp; As he watched her, his tongue peeked between his lips briefly, before he lifted a hand to gently stroke her cheek.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 22:42:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwendolyn felt paralyzed as his tongue and lips began to kiss firmly on her swan like neck.&nbsp; Her soft pink lips quivered in the night as a breath of pleasure escaped into the warm night.&nbsp; Her sweet porcelain skin began to arouse to life as sweet red marks of passion began to show on her body, showcasing his talents to the world.&nbsp; Her eyes rolled back in her head as the shots ran through her entire body.&nbsp; Logic fell apart as the pleasure was all she could think about.<br><br>"I live alone....."<br><br>Her words did not come from her mind as she did not need to think about an answer.&nbsp; Her parents' mansion was on the outskirts of London, but they had a small little townhome that they let Gwendolyn use during the Season.&nbsp; She had complained that she did not live close enough to the city, so they bought her a small and antiquated place so that she could use to entertain whoever she saw fit.&nbsp; And tonight, she would keep Sir Fitz with her.<br><br>Pulling down on the door as the large wooden door opened into darkness.&nbsp; Looking straight up into his eyes, she slowly began to bring him inside and away from the dangerous world outside.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 23:38:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz smiled as Gwendolyn pulled him after her, into the house.&nbsp; An invitation to enter need not be in words: in some cases, in this case in particular, actions can speak much much louder than words.&nbsp; He pushed the door closed behind them and then kissed her fiercely.&nbsp; This was the time to sate his hungers without recourse to hypnosis.<br><br>His mouth was pressed hotly to hers in a fervent kiss and his hands pulled at her dress.&nbsp; As his fingers fumbled at her dress' fastenings, he slid his mouth from hers to whisper, between kisses, licks and nibbles.<br><br>"Take me to your bedchamber, sweet Gwendolyn," he whispered, kissing down her throat and into her perfumed cleavage.&nbsp; What happened at <em>Elysium</em> was only the appetiser, now he would have the main course and the dessert.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 19:13:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwendolyn kept up with the fervor pace of their intense fondling as small candles lit the townhome in a mask of shadows.&nbsp; Dancing on their soft skin, she paused next to the entrance as it became hard for her to pull herself away from him.&nbsp; Her legs felt they were cement, but her muscles were as a wobbly as an old table.&nbsp; Softly moaning and kissing him with all her passion, her lips quivered as she breathed a warm whisper to me.<br><br>"Follow me....."<br><br>Taking a hold of his hand, the pink bridesmaid gown began to fall off her body.&nbsp; Letting go of him for a moment, it became a small heap on the floor as she led up the wooden stairs.&nbsp; Soft candles were lit throughout the house so they were not walking in complete darkness.&nbsp; Pulling him behind her, she only walked in her soft lace lingerie as the lights flickered off her in an angelic way.&nbsp; At the end of the hall, she pushed opened two large doors to her bedroom.<br><br>More candles were lit inside as her personal hand maiden always lit them for Gwendolyn's long nights.&nbsp; The main staple of the room was a four poster queen sized bed dripping in a deep mixture of red and gold.&nbsp; Soft curtains gave the bed a shade of privacy as the soft satin covers were luxurious and exquisitely feminine.&nbsp; Antique and large furniture were strewn about the room such as a large chest, a tall dresser and a bursting closet.&nbsp; Draperies in the same colors as the bedroom only let the slight hint of the large moon out from the inside.<br><br>Her hands fell to her side as she pulled the petticoats down from her body.&nbsp; Standing now in just her corset, her long drawers, stockings and soft heels, she finally reattached her lips to him as she continued to drink from his succulent taste.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 22:14:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Inside her room, Fitz met Gwendolyn's kiss with one so long, passionate and intense that any mortal, let alone her, would have been left breathless by it, if only for want of oxygen.&nbsp; He released her lips and began again to tease her neck with more of those maddening, nibbling kisses.<br><br>As he drew her mind into an abyss of desperate desire with those kisses, he muttered a few eldritch words and drew on the power of of his blood&nbsp; to suddenly snuff out all of those naked flames in one blast of air.&nbsp; At the moment darkness fell, he took her in the throat with his fangs, sucking just enough to let the wave of ecstasy distract her.&nbsp; Licking the bite to heal it completely, he&nbsp; freed her from her corset and pulled her drawers down.<br><br>He bent his neck to lick at one of her nipples and, with surprising strength, lifted her and all but threw her onto the bed, following after like a swift shadow to slide between her stockinged thighs and plant a kiss upon her breastbone.&nbsp; He then licked up her chest and right up her throat to her chin even as his hips pressed forwards, leaving him throbbing hotly at the junction of her thighs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 04:06:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwendolyn's air was sucked out of her lungs by him.&nbsp; In fact, all of the air in her body from the top of her head to the bottoms of her feet felt like it had been taken away by his kiss.&nbsp; The light headed feeling returned as she became weak in his arms.&nbsp; Holding close to him for support, her entire veins were electrified by his lips.<br><br>Trying to recover as her heart began to race and the blood pumped fully inside of her veins.&nbsp; She opened her eyes to complete darkness as she wondered why her maid had not lit the candles.&nbsp; However, just as that thought reached her mind, she felt him bite down on her neck and begin to take more of her blood.&nbsp; Her lips quivered as she began to release a long and soft moan of pleasure from his sensual and erotic bite.&nbsp; Feeling her body about to implode from the amount of ecstasy, she muttered softly her words of passion.<br><br>"Ohhhhhhhhhh........Sir Fitz.........I........"<br><br>Freed from the clothes, Gwendolyn's soft body fell against her soft bed.&nbsp; Her strawberry blond hair had become rather ethereal in the soft moonlight as it was the only light in the room.&nbsp; Her soft and sweet skin had lost more of its color as she had returned to the perfectly pale color.&nbsp; However, the blood began to pump wildly through her body as her nipples were bursting from her supple breasts and her aching walls were calling out to him.&nbsp; Wrapping her slender arms around him, she pushed him closer to her as the heat began to resonate from her opening.<br><br>"Please.......I need you......Make love to me........I have never.............You are......."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 02:35:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz did as he was bidden, thrusting his hips forwards, sliding into her.&nbsp; He pumped his hips rhythmically, looking down at her and admiring the curves of her breasts, now that they were no longer hidden.&nbsp; As his hips ground into hers, he casually&nbsp; arched his back to kiss each nipple.<br><br>By the way she was responding, he would not need much, if any, further hypnosis to bend her to his will.&nbsp; She was lost in the desire and in the pleasure and the sheer unreality of it all.&nbsp; He sucked on one of her nipples and pumped his hips harder,&nbsp; Stroking his hand up her sides, he lifted his head to whisper into her ear.<br><br>"You'll come to me at <em>Elysium</em> tomorrow after sundown, won't you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 04:43:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				This felt different than before.&nbsp; Back at the <em>Elysium</em>, Gwendolyn felt like she was in a dreamlike state that she would wake at any moment.&nbsp; A moment that she could never fully touch, but never wanted out of its sweet embrace.&nbsp; Now, she knew that she was in reality and she was truly positive of her existence.&nbsp; This was reality and this moment was more powerful than any other before it.<br><br>However, the common occurrence was that power that he sent down her entire body.&nbsp; Her moisten lips wrapped tightly around him as she moaned louder with each push inside of her.&nbsp; Her nipples were bursting from her heaving bosom as she arched her back and pushed her hips in motion with him.&nbsp; Her hands came to run through her strawberry blond hair as the ecstasy drew her nearer to him.&nbsp; Her words came out like a breathless whisper as they were laced with the rush of passion that they were creating.<br><br>"Only death himself could stop me from us meeting tomorrow...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 13:57:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With Gwendolyn's delirious agreement to come to him, Fitz at last allowed himself to fully enjoy the pleasures of her body.&nbsp; His hands explored, caressed and encouraged, even as his hips pumped faster and faster into her.&nbsp; His tongue licked and teased her nipple and he thrust harder, faster and deeper, driving them both toward the edge.<br><br>He lifted his head from her breast and screamed in ecstasy as he throbbed, pulsed and exploded into her, flooding her with his icy passion.&nbsp; As he felt his climax overcome him, he threw his head forward and found the other nipple with his lips.&nbsp; He sucked, everting it and bit down hard, suckling from the blood that flowed thereafter...<br><br>Remembering the early feeding, Fitz drank sparingly, enough to flood her with the Kiss' almost narcotic pleasure to the point where she was fully open.&nbsp; As he licked the bites on her breast until she was fully healed, he whispered into her ear, "Absinthe".&nbsp; In her current state, the post hypnotic suggestion would have a much greater effect.&nbsp; He swiftly strengthened her memories of how to reach Elysium before he left her to fall into a deep sleep, seeking his bolt hole to sleep out the day in safety.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 17:49:59</strong>
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				Gwendolyn's sweet body was soon covered in the beads of sweat as they fell from all of her pores.&nbsp; Her brow was moistened just like the rest of her body as she heaved and gasped heavily for any shreds of oxygen.&nbsp; It was impossible for her to think straight as he continually pushed deeper inside of her.&nbsp; Rubbing her hips against his, she pushed him deeply inside of her as her tight walls convulsed around him with entire body quaking in desire.&nbsp; A loud gasp came from her as her long arms reached out on the bed for something tight to grab onto.<br><br>"oooOOOOOHHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHH...."<br><br>Her scream of pleasure was only intensified as her bit down on her hard nipple.&nbsp; Gasping as the sensual bite made her release last much longer than she could have imagined as the pleasure ran inside of her.&nbsp; He drank more from her full and heaving bosom as he whispered the word inside of her ear.<br><br><em>'Absinthe'</em><br><br>By the time Gwendolyn had fully recovered, he was nowhere to be seen.&nbsp; Looking around in her nude state, she quickly closed the large window that had been opened in the evening's activities.&nbsp; Looking outside at the small moon as she slowly watched it fade into the horizon, she reached out to touch the glass as she softly whispered from the bottom of her heart.<br><br>"Master.......My Love........Please be safe......"<br><br>Gwendolyn did not even care about getting herself ready for bed or even changing into a nightgown as she went into her large bed.&nbsp; If he did come back for her, she wanted to be ready for him just in case.&nbsp; Falling into a deep sleep, her dreams were solely focused on him.&nbsp; Moments of passion and deep devotion towards him, her heart ached for him as she counted the moments until she could be with him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 21:48:16</strong>
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				Fitz made sure he was at <em>Elysium</em> early.&nbsp; It would not go well for Gwendolyn were she to arrive there on her own.&nbsp; Alienor, for one, would be only to eager to secure Gwendolyn as a new pet.&nbsp; Like all of her particular kind, she had an eye for beauty and the ability to fascinate more than just mere mortals into serving her bidding.<br><br>Indeed, as he entered the bar, he felt his gaze drawn towards the willowy aesthete as she seemed to glide towards him.&nbsp; Her dress clung like a second skin where it should cling and the regions where it draped only drew his eyes to the regions where it clung.&nbsp; Fitz drew upon his reserves and dispelled the superficial glamour her presence sought to cast over him.&nbsp; Even without it, she was a stunningly attractive woman and proud of it.<br><br>"You're looking particularly ravishing tonight, Alienor," Fitz said.&nbsp; It was Alienor's vanity that Fitz sought to utilize to keep Gwendolyn safe.&nbsp; "You may be certain that I will be very assiduous in keeping such perfection unharmed.&nbsp; After all, I'm sure that my thaumaturgy could assure this, should I not be distracted by someone harming my new blood doll."&nbsp; He looked at her steadily, making sure his demeanour conveyed his point.&nbsp; "After all, you keep this place running securely, don't you Alienor?&nbsp; I'm sure you can prevent anything happening that might cause a distressing lapse in concentration, can't you?"<br><br>Before Alienor could react, Fitz smiled and changed the subject, ordering himself a glass of the house's special wine.&nbsp; At least with this, given its unusual nature, he would not need to vomit it up later, as he had spent a distressing amount of time doing after he had left Gwendolyn, the previous night, thanks to him indulging with food and drink at the wedding.&nbsp; He arranged the rental of one of <em>Elysium's</em> staterooms and asked Alienor to conduct Gwendolyn up there on arrival.&nbsp; Then, he went up to the room to savour his wine and wait.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 05:10:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwendolyn slept most of the day as the exhaustion from the previous day had finally caught up to her.&nbsp; Remaining motionless in her bed, she was saddened by her dreams as they were less imaginative and less beautiful than her time she had spent with Master Fitz.&nbsp; Her disappointed caused to awaken many times, but would not allow to arise when she so desired.<br><br>As the sun was setting, she finally awoke as the day's activities had been completely forgotten about.&nbsp; Having tea with a dear girlfriend of hers hadn't even crossed her mind as she could only think about Fitz.&nbsp; She had spent the entire time before sunset selecting her gown as she felt ready to enter his world once again.<br><br>Walking to the <em>Elysium</em> was like second nature to her.&nbsp; She knew the twists and the turns before her feet could even make it.&nbsp; As she reached the door, she felt the eyes of Alienor go over her entire body as they drank up every inch of her feminine form.&nbsp; Feeling like a trapped animal, Gwendolyn was relieved when she gave her instructions to meet Fitz in a private room.<br><br>Slowly, the door opened and in walked Gwendolyn in a blood red gown.&nbsp; The innocence from the pink bridesmaid gown was gown as she became much more seductive in her apparel.&nbsp; With a small train and hugging her curves in a crushed velvet, her strawberry blond hair felt in soft tendrils around her face.&nbsp; Looking to Fitz, her bright green eyes widened as they almost jumped out of her sockets as she quickly went over to him.<br><br>"Master......you are here...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 14:31:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"But of course I am," Fitz drawled in reply, looking her up and down, leaving it ambiguous as to whether he meant it was a matter of course that he was here or that he was her master.&nbsp; The red of her dress certainly stimulated one hunger, while its cut stimulated another.&nbsp; It was a wonder, not-so-veiled threats notwithstanding, that Alienor had actually brought her to him, rather than whisking her away to a night of unspeakable delights elsewhere.&nbsp; He extended his hand to her, beckoning her to come to him, to sit beside him on the sofa.<br><br>"I take it that our hostess took no liberties with your person?" he asked, his teeth glinting as he smiled at her.&nbsp; "I hope you had a good day?&nbsp; I myself have looked forward to spending time with you.&nbsp; Indeed, the anticipation of the pleasure of this meeting has been much on my mind.&nbsp; As I'm sure it has been on yours, too."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 21:31:17</strong>
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				Gwendolyn grabbed the small train of her gown as she hurried as fast as she could in her tight gown.&nbsp; Her high heels clicked on the floor as she quickly made her way to sit next to him.<br><br>"Master....Without you, my day has been dark and devoid of any pleasure...."<br><br>She quickly moved her soft body so that it rubbed next to him as her now red lips kissed him slowly on his cheek.&nbsp; Her bright green eyes were still in their daze that he had set her in when he had left last night.&nbsp; In fact, if it was even possible, she had fallen deeper into her trance as they sparkled to life when she first saw him.&nbsp; Her day had been long and dull without his presence nearby that it made her ache so long to be with him.&nbsp; With his suggestion and the feeling of him biting her, Gwendolyn was deep infatuated and in love with Sir Fitz even though she probably couldn't name the new emotion burning inside of her.<br><br>"Master, I didn't know how much longer I could wait to be with you.&nbsp; It was truly unbearable..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 19:11:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz smiled as the woman babbled about how she had longed to see him and smiled all the more as he felt her trying to please him with her body.&nbsp; He could see that she was still at least slightly entranced.&nbsp; As her lips worried his neck with their pleasing distractions, he stretched out and smiled.&nbsp; Normally, he'd expect sleep to have ended the trance: waking from sleep would automatically bring her out of trance.&nbsp; His brows knit together as he puzzled it out and then he sighed as he realised the cause, incidentally right as Gwendolyn ran an eager tongue up his neck.<br><br>She must, he realised, be remarkably susceptible to hypnosis and must have, gone into a light trance as soon as she started following his post-hypnotic suggestions.&nbsp; Seeing him must have deepened the trance and made her even more submissive.&nbsp; For what was to happen next, he needed her in her conscious mind, he needed her to know with her whole mind exactly how things stood.<br><br>"Gwendolyn," he said, when I count up to five, you'll find yourself waking up, returning to full conciousness."&nbsp; He did not, however, disentangle himself from her.&nbsp; He was interested in seeing how she would react to suddenly finding herself entwined around him.<br><br>"One.&nbsp; Feeling lighter and more aware."<br><br>"Two.&nbsp; Rising up and yawning and stretching*<br><br>"Three.&nbsp; Feeling more alert, now."<br><br>"Four. Feeling refreshed, aware of the world now.*<br><br>"And five.&nbsp; Wide awake and feeling wonderful."&nbsp; And with that, he clicked his fingers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 04:56:27</strong>
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				<strong>CLICK</strong><br><br>The light turned on in Gwendolyn's mind.&nbsp; The haze that she had been under the entire day was gone and she was back to her normal self.&nbsp; The burning and bright feelings that were bursting inside of her faded away in a manner of moments.&nbsp; The warm embrace of the depths of his heart disappeared as a cold wind of loneliness took over her.&nbsp; Blinking a few times as she stopped her small kisses against his own neck.<br><br>"What...."<br><br>Opening her eyes fully, she pulled herself back to find his arms wrapped tightly around her.&nbsp; Looking about the empty room, Gwendolyn wondered how she had got here and why she was wearing this gown of hers.&nbsp; She had other plans today and for the evening, but apparently she had agreed to spend the evening with Sir Fitz again.&nbsp; Slowly, she entangled herself from him as her bright green eyes fell upon once again.<br><br>"Where am I??&nbsp; What happened?&nbsp; What is going on???"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 22:41:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz licked his lips looking at her confusion.&nbsp; Gwendolyn was, he thought, quite delicious as she disentangled himself.&nbsp; He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling and touched his lips to his finger and then touched it to her throat.<br><br>"Don't you remember?" he asked, his eyes staring into hers.&nbsp; "Don't you remember last night?&nbsp; Don't you remember the pull that drew you back to me?"&nbsp; He licked his lips anticipating the answer and watched her carefully.&nbsp; With luck, the repetition of "remember" should unlock her memories of all that has happened, if not the way he lured her into trance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 21:41:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwendolyn blinked a few times as his fingers quieted her worries.&nbsp; Looking directly at him, the memories came like bright flashes.&nbsp; They were no coherent or continuous as they were more like brief snapshots from the previous evening.&nbsp; The <em>Elysium</em> came back to her.&nbsp; The green drink that she sampled with him for the first time.&nbsp; The undressing of her bridesmaid gown and the sweet passion that happened last time came flooding into her.&nbsp; Like a rush of emotion, she focused on his lips as she absently began to shift in her seat.&nbsp; Feeling the flow of wetness come to her lips, she softly shook her head as the strawberry blond tendrils fell about her.<br><br>"Sir Fitz......I am sorry, but last night was a blur of memories.&nbsp; I must have forgot that we had agreed to meet here tonight.&nbsp; However, it truly is a pleasure to see you once again..."<br><br>With a soft pink hue to her cheeks, her smile returned to his as she stopped trying to escape his clutches and accept his warm embrace.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 13:56:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, we did pack a lot into the night, did we not," Fitz purred at her, licking his lips as if at the taste of the memory.&nbsp; He pulled her back into his arms stroking a languid finger down her spine at the same time, and pressed his lips to the side of her neck in a single chaste kiss. His hair caressed her cheek as he tilted his face upwards to whisper into her ear.<br><br>"I am most glad that you find my company pleasurable."&nbsp; There was just a trace of huskiness to his voice and he let his hand trail downwards to trace subtle spirals at the base of her spine.&nbsp; He knew that as the memories returned, she would fall more and more into the mindset that they were passionate lovers, which, of course, they had been during her trance.&nbsp; Yet he also knew that she would remember too the Kiss and that, when she did, there would be an inevitable conflict in her between the inevitable fear and perhaps revulsion, on one side, and then the feelings engendered by their lovemaking and the seductive pull to feel the dark ecstasy of the Kiss once more.<br><br>Which way it would go would be very much in the balance, she could&nbsp; throw herself fully into what would become her new life, receiving in turn, all of the pleasures and addictive joys that are a ghoul's delight and perhaps much later, if circumstances allowed, he might be allowed to...&nbsp; He shook his head at the thought, it was early indeed to consider such a thing and he should need both his sire's, the Prince's and Vienna's permission to proceed further.&nbsp; And there was always the alternate choice for her, to let fear win out and to <em>try </em>to flee.&nbsp; While the chase might prove fun, he doubted that it would be conducive to her becoming anything more than a vessel to be brought into a state of hypnotic readiness whenever he needed a meal.<br><br>And so he watched her carefully, as they reclined together on the couch, enjoying all of the little small pleasures that form the overture to the act to come, waiting to determine whether he should continue the seduction or, instead, take on the role of predator.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 21:48:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It all came flooding back into Gwendolyn's mind as she remembered the sweetest night of her young life.&nbsp; She had never felt so much pleasure and ecstasy that night and the soft signs of his actions caused her to remember them more vividly.&nbsp; His sweet lips that seemed so naked without her lips pressing against them.&nbsp; The flicker of light that was being started when he placed an innocent kiss on his neck.<br><br>"Sir Fitz.......I.....ohh..."<br><br>It was the softest sound she spoke underneath her breath that signaled her pleasure.&nbsp; But, as the memories continued to remind her of their sweetest embrace, Gwendolyn's reality took a firm hold of her.&nbsp; She was drowning.&nbsp; She could have never imagined herself to see a gentleman so close together.&nbsp; Even those fortunate sailors who had few days on land, she always made sure to book end their visits to leave them wanting more.<br><br>"I cannot be here.....I must depart from your company.....I am terribly sorry...."<br><br>Gwendolyn dug her heels as she fell further into the abyss.&nbsp; She had lost control and she was afraid of what could happen to her.&nbsp; She had to shut down and find her armor against a master such as Fitz.&nbsp; Unlike her closest friend Charlotte, she did not revel in the love and understand of one single person.&nbsp; Gwendolyn was terrified of being so open and naked to one person.&nbsp; One individual who looked past all of her smokescreens and all of her defenses.<br><br>She untangled herself from his grasp as she tried to get up off their couch.&nbsp; Her movements were quick as she began to run away from him before her feet could move.&nbsp; She had to get the control back in this relationship.&nbsp; She needed to leave him for a few days so that he would come crawling back to her.<br><br>"I have pressing needs elsewhere.....My humble apologies, Sir Fitz...."<br><br>Gwendolyn needed to cleanse her mind.&nbsp; The thought of grabbing some young male in a nearby tavern to have him treat her like a wish come true.&nbsp; Some simple mouse that the delectable cat could play with.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 23:51:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz just smiled, lifting a finger to his lips as he watched Gwendolyn retreat.&nbsp; He could see her conflict as she moved, her desire to fall back into his arms and her need to try and gain some perspective in what was an increasingly one-sided relationship.&nbsp; He could see her pride, her arrogance and her need to be in control at war with the wanton desire that the post hypnotic trigger had engendered in her.&nbsp; He bit down on his finger letting the scent of his up-welling blood flood the room with it's subliminally narcotic fumes.&nbsp; She would remember the taste and, smelling his blood, crave more thus finding one other tie binding her to remain in this room with him.<br><br>As it was, he could see that she was going to do something ridiculously stupid.&nbsp; When they ran, they often did- either in abject terror of the carnality of their response to his... ministrations they would sequester themselves in a nunnery or, rarely they might do the exact opposite and seek to show that they were incontrol of their desires by surrendering to the throbbing itch between their thighs.&nbsp; Only they tended to surrender to someone else.&nbsp; Anyone else.&nbsp; Just to show themselves that they didn't need him, until they returned once more.&nbsp; Well, Fitz wasn't about to play that game, especially not here, where that anyone might not just give Gwendolyn a good time but also bind her in the sort of mental bondage that would make what he had done appear to be a polite request.&nbsp; And were she heading for the convent, that would only inflame the hungers of those downstairs, especially Alienor's.<br><br>"Are you sure you wouldn't care for a drink before you leave," Fitz said,&nbsp; "Perhaps a glass of absinthe?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 17:04:15</strong>
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				Even as Gwendolyn tried to entangle herself, she couldn't keep her bright eyes away from Fitz.&nbsp; Her body was in the middle of a Civil War as it was screaming at her to leave, that she had gotten in way over her head and she needed some space to breathe again.&nbsp; She desperately needed distance and solitude away from him.&nbsp; However, the large desire began to muffle any opposing words as she watched his finger.&nbsp; The smell of his blood strengthen an undeniable bond between them.&nbsp; Suddenly, her neck felt like it was on fire as her hand came to rub against the soft skin.&nbsp; More than ever, she wanted to kiss him and the feel of his lips away from her was excruciatingly painful.&nbsp; She needed them on her sweet skin before the cold air would truly take everything away.<br><br>"Sir....I cannot.....I must...."<br><br><strong>'ABSINTHE'</strong><br><br>Her body stopped moving away from him as her entire world paused.&nbsp; In a matter of seconds, the reasonable and sound advice faded away like a soft summer wind.&nbsp; There was only pleasure and only delight.&nbsp; Her desire to run faded away as she turned to look at him as a smile crept across her red lips.&nbsp; A part of her reality and her fighting spirit still did not allow her to fully succumb to his suggestion as their was still some confusion in her mind.&nbsp; However, the potential for the most beautiful pleasure was too much too deny as she sank bank against his chest in a loving embrace.<br><br>"I think I would love a drink......Master....."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>17-04-2009, 11:30:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz found it hard not to exult in the suddenness of Gwendolyn's switch from flight to meek submission.&nbsp; He could see that it was not a complete control, but it was easily secure enough to work with.&nbsp; Deftly, he deepened her trance, drawing her down with suggestions of increased pleasure with each new depth she reached.&nbsp; Deeper and deeper he took her until reality must seem like the distant, faint light of the surface seen from the murkiest depths of the ocean.&nbsp; And once there, he began to work.<br><br>"I have a task for you Gwendolyn, when you awaken" he said, his voice soft and silky.&nbsp; "I will offer you a glass of a drink.&nbsp; When you see it, it will look like a glass of absinthe.&nbsp; And you have craved its taste all day, yearned to drink it with me, and that is why you came here, isn't it?&nbsp; To be with me and to partake of all I can offer you.&nbsp; Of course it is and, you will forget your doubts as to being here, you will just see the glass and want to drink from it"<br><br>As he gave her the instructions, Fitz drew a nail across his wrist and willed his blood to flow from the wound, to fill a small crystal glass.&nbsp; With a small effort of will, he knitted his wound closed before setting the class on a side table.&nbsp; And then, whispering against the sensitive skin of her neck, he begins to bring her up out of trace, counting to five and, as he wakes her on the count of five, he kisses her neck tenderly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>17-04-2009, 23:05:53</strong>
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				It was like they had never left.&nbsp; It was like one continuous dream that she had never awoken from.&nbsp; Last night in the secluded booth.&nbsp; The dark silhouettes that danced along their naked bodies in her private bedroom.&nbsp; To being alone with him in this private room.&nbsp; Gwendolyn had never awoken and her desire had never faded.&nbsp; With each new step, she fell back on the long seat as her lips moved close to his.&nbsp; She was being taken away back into her dream world.&nbsp; She was being put asleep by his beautiful life that he had conducted for her.<br><br>His words washed over her as they did not come from his lips.&nbsp; His voice appeared in the back of her mind as they now sounded like her lost thoughts.&nbsp; The words were quickly transformed into her own desires and pleasures.&nbsp; She didn't want to drink because he told her too.&nbsp; Gwendolyn wanted to drink the liquid because Gwendolyn wanted too.&nbsp; She was sure of it.<br><br>His breath fell on her neck as she was slowly brought back into reality.&nbsp; However, reality had lost the cold and calculated thoughts that she had once been so sure of.&nbsp; Like a developing picture in her hands, the edges of reality blurred into sweet fantasy.&nbsp; With her hand moving to his leg, she moved her next towards his as she craved his lips deeper on his skin.<br><br>"Ohhhhh......Sir Fitz..........It is you who has been in my thoughts......It is our time together that I cannot replace.....There is no other place in the Queen's England that I'd be then here with you....."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 17:24:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lifting the glass, he took a sip from it and offered it to her, smiling.&nbsp; The soft pressure of her body against his was most pleasing but Fitz refused to be distracted by it.<br><br>"Wilt thou share with me from this single cup, as a sign of the bond we share?"&nbsp; Fitz couldn't help a small sardonic smile as he said this: after all the blood in the cup would strengthen the bond created when she tasted his blood the previous night.&nbsp; It would deepen her fascination with him and her dependence too.&nbsp; The symbolism of the two sharing from the same cup, of course, did appeal to Fitz's sense of humour, for by sharing this unholy communion together, they would be becoming bonded.&nbsp; He did indeed love to place his snares in plain sight.<br><br>"And please," he whispered, "Sir Fitz is so formal, can't you think of anything else to call me that seems more natural to you, pet?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 20:19:24</strong>
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				Gwendolyn saw the bubbling green liquid in his hand as her lips grew dry in thirst.&nbsp; Taking the small glass from him, it took all the energy inside of her to not just down the entire thing in one shot.&nbsp; Looking to him as her red lips arched in a seductive smile, she raised the glass.<br><br>"May the bond always stay true....."<br><br>In a matter of moments, Gwendolyn finished the absinthe as it went down the back of her throat.&nbsp; Putting the glass on the table in front of them, a trickle of the bright red liquid formed against her lips.&nbsp; The darker color of the blood outshined her own lipstick as her sweet pink tongue licked the rest of it away.<br><br>As the blood drifted into her system, the fear and desire to run soon faded away into the night.&nbsp; As her bright green eyes looked to him, they became large as she moved closer to him.&nbsp; Now, more than ever, Gwendolyn was lucky to have met him and was forever grateful to be with him.&nbsp; He was her shelter and he protected her from the world.&nbsp; All of her focus slowly shifted to him as she responded in her natural sweet voice.<br><br>"Sir.....I mean......how would you prefer to be called, Master?"<br><br>The final word slipped past her lips before she could even stop it.&nbsp; The word wasn't formed in her mind as it came from the bond that was now growing fully inside of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 20:45:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"If it pleases you to call me so, you may, my pet," Fitz smiled, stretching and rubbing against her.&nbsp; He smiled , stroking her hair, whispering into her ear and tracing its outline with his tongue.&nbsp; He rolled out from under her and decided now was the time to test how much she wanted what he could offer her.<br><br>He bit down into the ball of his thunb and let the blood slowly trickle from it.&nbsp; Its smell diffused through the air to her, bitter, coppery and yet somehow alluring.&nbsp; She would not see this as absinthe, but would the craving for it win out over what would be a natural revulsion over blood drinking.&nbsp; There would be no physical effect to her drinking his blood again this night, just a psychological one, but Fitz was, as always fascinated by how mortals reacted as their bodies reacted to the presence of the viscous fluid.&nbsp; He therefore lifted his bleeding hand and watched her, interestedly, to see her reactions.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 04:05:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The title only seemed appropriate because of what he was calling her.&nbsp; Gwendolyn let a large smile cross her lips everytime she was referred to as his possession.&nbsp; She had a safety and security inside of his grasp that she had never felt before.&nbsp; It was only with him that she felt comfortable in her own skin.&nbsp; He was like an ending hole that she had fallen deeply inside and wished never to see the harsh light of the day ever again.&nbsp; He was her shelter.&nbsp; He was her world.<br><br>Gwendolyn's bright green eyes looked up to him as her red lips slowly opened.&nbsp; Bending down, she knew what she had to do.&nbsp; No, she knew what she wanted to do.&nbsp; He was offering his body to her and it was job to accept him.&nbsp; Slowly, her lips pressed around his wound as she suckled from his blood.&nbsp; The normal appalled reaction had disappeared as the blood seemed like the stream of life.&nbsp; It was positively decadent as it began to mix inside of her.&nbsp; The blood was his life.&nbsp; The blood was his love and she desperately craved every drop from him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 19:22:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz smiled in satisfaction at her ready acceptance of his blood.&nbsp; Already, the link had been forged in her mind- her conscious mind, at that- that she needed his blood.&nbsp; He willed that the flow of blood cease; now that she had the taste for it, the hook was set within her so that he could tug her back to him by her new addiction.&nbsp; Gently he freed his arm from her and looked into her eyes, slowly leaning forwards.&nbsp; She had exceeded his expectations and now he would reward her.<br><br>Softly, he kissed her, caressing her cheek.&nbsp; His arms stole around her and he pulled her close, deepening the kiss.&nbsp; His tongue danced into her mouth and he stroked a long finger down her spine.&nbsp; As her back arched in reponse to that caress, his mouth came in to trail a score of melting butterfly soft kisses over her throat and his fingers began to work the dress' fastenings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 04:15:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the blood stopped, Gwendolyn still tried to suckle from his thumb.&nbsp; By the end, she was licking on his sweet skin as the liquid of life had all dried up.&nbsp; She looked up to him as the blood coated her lips, made her tongue a much darker color and tainted her pearls of teeth.&nbsp; She didn't exactly know why it tasted as if she drank the purest wine, but his blood seemed to come from life itself.&nbsp; It was her substance that she needed to live and survive on. His blood alone.<br><br>Gwendolyn arched her neck and opened her sweet lips to his invading tongue.&nbsp; Pushing her lips fully against his, she pressed her soft body away from the back of the couch to move closer to him.&nbsp; Moving her hands along the his thigh, the tight blood red gown slowly began to reveal her smooth and milkey white skin.&nbsp; Shivering softly in his touch, she quickly began to loose herself in his pleasure as each moment grew more decadent than the last.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 22:40:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz stroked down her spine, pulling her dress down.&nbsp; He kissed around her throat. licking up to her chin sporadically between kisses.&nbsp; His fingers stroked down, under the fabric as it wrinkled in its motion.&nbsp; The stroking of his fingers anticipated the following stroking of the dress, down to the base of her spine and down over her behind.<br><br>"And are you glad you came, Gwendolyn?" Fitz asked her, slowly and systematically disrobing her.&nbsp; He was slowly feasting himself on her beauty, stroking her skin and kissing everywhere he could reach.&nbsp; "And now that you are here, what do you want?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 19:24:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly, the blood red gown began to reveal her soft and sweet body.&nbsp; Her pure and innocent skin began to be brought back to the world around her as the covering began to fade around her.&nbsp; The delectable neck and shoulders began to tempt his primal urges as her hand continued to rise up his leg.&nbsp; Her lips quivered in temptation and pleasure as she spoke from the bottom of her heart.<br><br>"Master......I wanted to come and be with you......I need you now......I want to feel you inside of me......I need to feel your pleasure...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 22:27:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz licked up Gwendolyn's throat and freed her at last from her clothing.&nbsp; He continued to tease her throat with his tongue and he deftly pulled his own clothes off, his hands returning to tantalise her body with soft caresses and slight scratches.&nbsp; He stepped between her thighs and kissed between her breasts and licked up her chest to her throat.<br><br>And then he stepped away, walking over to a side table and a vase of lilies.&nbsp; He drew a lilly from the case and returned to her.&nbsp; Slowly, he stroked the pallid flower up each leg and over her thighs.&nbsp; He traced circles over her stomach and around her breasts, leaving glistening trails of yellow pollen on her heated skin.<br><br>"Then wait, my pet, wait and enjoy everything I do for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 03:54:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwendolyn's gown fell about her as she pushed the rather expensive garment away from her.&nbsp; She was now in all of her glory before him as the strawberry blond hair fell in soft curls around her face, her bright green eyes shined in their passion and her porcelain skin became too irresistible to touch.&nbsp; His kisses were like thunder in a bottle, especially the ones that were planted on her neck.&nbsp; She couldn't believe how he had found the most tender part of her body as each kiss sent full shivers down her body.<br><br>Gwendolyn leaned back in the secluded area as her hair fell about her.&nbsp; Looking up to him, her eyes began to close while her lips trembled as the silky touch of the Lilly gently smoothed all over her body.&nbsp; Feeling like the touch of a goddess, the Lilly only enlightened her skin and made it more tender for him to touch.&nbsp; Biting her lower lip, she nodded her head as her soft whisper showed the pleasure beginning to surface inside of her body.<br><br>"Y-Y-Y-Yes......Master....."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 22:54:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz flicked Gwendolyn's lips with the petals of the lilly only to draw it away, down her throat and over her breasts.&nbsp; He twirled it over her nipples and painted pollen coloured designs all over her skin.&nbsp; Soon her skin was entirely coated in the yellow grains from the flower, even her face, for he had slowly stroked the flower over her eyelids and cheeks too.&nbsp; The pollen bore with it, a soft scent, spicy and coppery, like that of Fitz's blood.<br><br>He leaned over and flicked her lips with his tongue, licking the pollen from them before kissing her deeply.&nbsp; He peeled away his clothes and slid over her, his naked skin oddly cool to the touch and looked down into her eyes.<br><br>"Is this what you came her for, pet?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 19:29:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The yellow pollen began to mix with her porcelain like skin as the yellow added color against the alabaster canvas.&nbsp; With her soft freckles adding as accents, the pollen swirled around her and made every touch and kiss much sweeter to him.&nbsp; Gwendolyn licked his lips as the pollen coated her sweet tongue to mix in with the soft pink color of her tongue.&nbsp; Her sweet green eyes looked up to him as she kissed him fully on his lips.<br><br>"Yes Master.......I came here to be with you....."<br><br>Wrapping her slender arms around his body, she kissed softly around his lips, his cheeks and his neck.&nbsp; She didn't noticed the oddly cool feeling of his skin as she warmed it with her touch.&nbsp; She was only feeling his pleasure and not his cold temperature.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 23:01:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Gwendolyn enfolded him in her arms, Fitz enfolded her in his presence.&nbsp; He let the radiation of his charisma flood her with its full force, even as he pried her knees apart and slowly thrust his hips towards hers.&nbsp; Slowly, throbbingly, he slid into her, inch by inch until he was grinding his hips against hers and whispered, "Ten".&nbsp; And then, equally slowly, he pulled back out, until he was almost completely clear of her.<br><br>He repeated this slow thrusting nine more times, counting down, until, on one, he slammed in fast, denting the skin of her throat with his teeth.&nbsp; And then he began pumping his hips into her wildly, his mouth teasing her neck all the time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 19:33:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwendolyn gasped in shock as her legs opened for him and he slowly began to move close to her sweet lips.&nbsp; She was dripping in pleasure for him as the enticing pollen made her ready for his delayed entrance.&nbsp; His large manhood firmly went inside of her tight walls as she pulled him closer to her until their hips rubbed against one another.<br><br>Each long and slow thrust caused her gasping to grow in volume.&nbsp; It was the sweetest of countdowns as her pleasure grew in each press of their hips.&nbsp; But, when his teeth almost pierced her skin, she almost lost everything inside of her.&nbsp; Arching her back and pushing her neck against his lips, Gwendolyn ground her hips against his as she wanted his lips firmly on her neck.&nbsp; Her gasping had turned into a full moan as the pleasure grew faster inside of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 21:18:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And then Fitz began to thrust in earnest, faster and faster, his hips pumping harder and deeper all the while.&nbsp; He played kisses over her throat, interspersing them with gasping licks and nibbles as he slammed into her again and again.<br><br>He could feel the tension building in Gwendolyn's body, he could feel her surrendering to the need inside her.&nbsp; He built that tension still higher with licks, kisses and encouraging caresses that worked in counterpoint to the thrusting of her hips and, just before it seemed that she would tip over into mindless ecstasy he ceased, whispering throatily.<br><br>"Gwendolyn, my pet," he whispered.&nbsp; "You know what I am and what I do.&nbsp; Will you accept my Kiss at the very moment of your greatest pleasure?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 04:47:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Suddenly, Gwendolyn felt Fitz quickly speed up his powerful thrusts.&nbsp; It happened so quickly and so suddenly that she had no time to prepare.&nbsp; Her nails could only dig into his cool skin and hold on desperately as he began to pound her with a new fervor.&nbsp; All the while, his lips played with her pleasure as it only made his thrusting feel that much more sweeter.&nbsp; In fact, his kisses on her neck were even more powerful than the thrusting inside of her dampen walls.<br><br>She was so close that she felt like her would body would collapse in pulling away from her sweet release.&nbsp; Her eyes shot open as the sweat fell from her sweet skin.&nbsp; Her bright green eyes looked to him as she was so lost in the moment that she would do anything for this release.<br><br>"Yes Master......Yes, I need it now more than ever...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 21:11:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing Gwendolyn's consent, Fitz bucked wildly into her, faster, harder and deeper than before.&nbsp; He moaned in delight as he felt her quiver and writhe beneath him and he knew that the end would not be long for either of them.<br><br>And with that thought, the end came and he licked up her throat as he arched his neck and threw his head back with a scream of ecstasy.&nbsp; Spurting his passion deep within her he flung his head down, his fangs taking her in the throat and he drank the blood that flowed into his mouth.&nbsp; He did little to shield his pleasure from her and let it swell and burgeon the ecstasy of his Kiss.&nbsp; She had willingly, knowingly asked for this; she was more his than ever.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 04:47:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwendolyn thanked the lord above as he quickly continued his quick and powerful thrusting inside of her.&nbsp; Their hips met wildly as she pressed his member deeply inside of her soaking walls.&nbsp; She had been on the brink of her full pleasure when he had stopped, so it didn't take long for her to reach her same pleasure as she was pushed over the edge by him.<br><br>Her walls clenched tightly around as she moaned loudly in her full passion.&nbsp; Arching her back, she met against him as her neck was suddenly pierced by his long fangs.&nbsp; Her pleasurable moan turned into a pleasurable scream as he sucked the blood away from her and began to feet on her sweet nectar.&nbsp; Her arms came to pull him close to her as the sweet Kiss drove her release into a much deeper and fuller experience as her entire body was thrown into unearthly feeling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 21:24:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz slowly licked Gwendolyn's wound healed, removing all trace of the bite but a light reddening of the skin.&nbsp; He lifted his head, licking his lips and smiled as he regarded her.&nbsp; She was even more closely bound now, for she had consciously accepted his nature, accepted it and more, she had wanted it.<br><br>This was no artefact of hypnosis, not this time.&nbsp; He might have heightened her arousal, but he had left her mind unclouded.&nbsp; She had been checked by the scent of his blood, by the stirrings of her nascent addiction, and then she had admitted she knew what he was and had indulged in the pleasures that only he- or one like him- could offer.&nbsp; She was steeping further and further from the normal world and deeper and deeper into his.<br><br>"Gwendolyn, my pet, I have drunk from you," he said softly, using a small knife on the table by the couch to cut a vertical line an inch long just below his right collar bone.&nbsp; Dark blood welled up in the wound but did not flow from it.&nbsp; What did pour from the wound was the piquant scent of his blood, dark and intoxicating, carrying with it all the memories of when she had tasted it before.&nbsp; "Would you, in turn, care to drink from me before we talk of the future?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 03:36:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling a bit lightheaded because of the loss of the blood, Gwendolyn's milkey white skin turned a softer side of pale as she began to calm down from her powerful release.&nbsp; Her naked body was bathed in her perspiration as she seemed to be glowing in the soft light.&nbsp; Her body was still softly tinged from the pollen that he had dusted on her as it added color to the vanilla canvas.<br><br>"Yes, my love.....I must taste you..."<br><br>Gwendolyn licked her lips as the arousing aroma wafted inside of her body.&nbsp; The sweet and succulent scent of the sweet blood was too much for her to take as she had slowly grown to love the taste of it.&nbsp; Much like the sweet absinthe, the blood was thick and seemed to come from the gods above.<br><br>Grasping tightly to his body, her soft pink lips came to wrap tightly around his open wound.&nbsp; She pushed them against his cold skin and began to drink all that he could offer her.&nbsp; The thick substance began to trickle down her throat as she was reward with the sweet taste once again as it tainted her pure mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 23:50:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz let her drink a fair portion and then willed the wound in his chest to close and heal.&nbsp; He smiled and let her try to get every last bit of blood until the supply was cut off and then he put two fingers under her chin and lifted her head.<br><br>"So, now you know," he said, looking at her.&nbsp; "Now you know and have willingly partaken of my blood.&nbsp; You have chosen, it seems, to enter the darkness and I am sure you must have some questions?"&nbsp; As his voice lifted, turning the sentence to a question, Fitz idly toyed with a lock of her hair, his fingers occasionally brushing the side of her neck.<br><br>"So, what do you want to know?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 04:05:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It all happened so suddenly that Gwendolyn hadn't truly realized what had happened.&nbsp; Like the early morning fog arising to show a clear day, her clouded vision was nearly gone as the final traces of his blood trickled down her throat.&nbsp; She felt the fear and nervous feeling arise inside of her as it began to dawn on her what exactly had happened.&nbsp; She had rejected life and mortality to accept the unyielding fate of the living dead.&nbsp; Gwendolyn's tainted lips with his blood quivered as her eyes peeled away from him as her soft whisper came from her tighten throat.<br><br>"What have I done?"<br><br>Shaking her head as her strawberry blond hair fell about her face.&nbsp; With a clear mind, she was able to look at the cold face of reality that she refused to accept.&nbsp; Breathing heavily as her bosom began to heave in her terrified state.&nbsp; Her voice began to arise as the hypnosis slowly wore off her unclouded mind.<br><br>"What have you done to me?&nbsp; I do not want this to happen.&nbsp; I do not want to die.&nbsp; Please, undo this horrid disease."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 22:36:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But you're not going to die,&nbsp; sweet Gwendolyn," Fitz said calmly, trying not to show amusement at what was a fairly typical reaction, given the increase in the occult in recent years. Her reaction showed that she had read some of the more sensational pieces of what were loosely called literature and clearly believed the myths propagated in such books.<br><br>"You mustn't believe everything you read, my dear," he said, letting the full wattage of his smile wash over her.&nbsp; "You have no dreadful disease, you've not been turned into a vampire, if that's what you fear, far from it."&nbsp; He leaned closer to her and looked into her eyes earnestly.&nbsp; "Indeed, death- final death- would be my fate if I were to do so without the proper permissions.&nbsp; All I did was give you a taste of the pleasures that can be enjoyed by my consort.&nbsp; And you did enjoy it, didn't you?&nbsp; And even now, you want more don't you?"<br><br>With those words, Fitz bit into the ball of his thumb, and held out his hand.&nbsp; Immediately, the thick cloying scent of his blood filled the air around them.&nbsp; It coiled around Gwendolyn, almost as if it were alive, invading her senses with the memory is the taste of it on her tongue and the warm feeling that flooded her as she swallowed it.&nbsp; It beckoned and enticed her to taste it again.<br><br>"I've really done nothing to you that you didn't want."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 04:54:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwendolyn's brain racked with confusion and indecision.&nbsp; Thick inside the social loop, she had heard of this new race of people that prowled in the shadows of London.&nbsp; Living at night, she had heard of them feeding off humans as their bodies had shown no signs of life or humanity.&nbsp; Every fanatical story that she had heard, she would always laugh to herself as she believed it never to be true.&nbsp; It was completely fictional just like the use of magic.&nbsp; It truly never existed<br><br>However, the sweet and succulent substance that oozed from his thumb never looked so delicious.&nbsp; She watched his every movement and knew exactly that it was his own blood.&nbsp; But, the factual understanding did not phase past her as the aroma drew her closer to him.&nbsp; It called to her and beckoned that she drink from him<br><br>"Please......I.........I.......mustn't......"<br><br>Her words were weak and filled with uneasiness as she felt her lips move closer to him.&nbsp; Without even an ability to stop herself, her tainted lips moved over his thumb and began to taste the sweet liquid once again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 18:43:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You mustn't what, pet?"&nbsp; Fitz asked with a soft caressing whisper as Gwendolyn began sucking at the bite at the base of his thumb.&nbsp; With a small effort of will he closed the wound slightly so that she really had to make an effort to get the vital viscous fluid.&nbsp; As she suckled on the wound, he gently, almost tenderly, stroked her hair.&nbsp; It wouldn't do to let her get too much o the liquid just yet: this was only the second night's taste.&nbsp; Already the addiction had taken hold and the blood's effect on her emotions would soon follow on its heels.<br><br>"Tell me, pet, are you reassured?" he as he closed off the flow of blood.&nbsp; "You cannot become a like me unless both you and I choose it and I cannot agree to it unless my superiors consider you worthy." He smiled and tilted her face up to his with the hand at which, only seconds before, she had been sucking.&nbsp; He leaned down and kissed her bloodied lips sweetly.<br><br>"I really like you, pet," he said after he broke the kiss.&nbsp; "And you like me too, don't you.&nbsp; Indeed, I think that it goes a bit deeper than that, doesn't it? And that's ok, because you can enjoy the pleasures I offer and not worry about being made any less human by them, so there's nothing in what we do that's forbidden."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>01-06-2009, 23:17:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwendolyn could not help herself.&nbsp; The sweet addiction was carrying her to a new plane of pleasure as the thick fluid danced on top of her delicate tongue.&nbsp; Each drop was like a carnival inside of her mouth as it was all that she ever wanted to drink.&nbsp; It was so perfect and so lovely that she had to will herself away from his thumb.&nbsp; Like drinking from the stream of life, she felt the wound close as she looked up to him.&nbsp; The blood tainting her sweet lips and the pearls inside of her mouth.<br><br>Gwendolyn kissed him sweetly as his lips took her to his familiar place.&nbsp; The pleasure was so intense and so powerful that he was all on her mind.&nbsp; Nothing else in the world mattered as she only wanted to be with him and pleasure all of his desires.&nbsp; However, the fear and the nerves continue to plague her even as she felt her desires and pleasures began to take over her life.<br><br>"Master.......Love......I can't become one of you?&nbsp; I thought that if I....."<br><br>Swallowing the lump in her throat, she looked up to him as her heart spoke for her.<br><br>"I don't want to leave you.&nbsp; I truly have never felt anything so beautiful in my life.&nbsp; It is.....perfect."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 00:37:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But I thought you didn't want this horrible disease?"Fitz said with a chuckle, stroking the side of Gwendolyn's neck.&nbsp; He leaned in to kiss just below her ear. stroking over her chest, letting his fingertips toy with her nipples.&nbsp; That inadvertent, "Master," and the declaration of love deserved a reward.<br><br>"It is not that you can't become like me," he said, whispering into her ear.&nbsp; "It's more that it will take time.&nbsp; You have to prove yourself and I have to convince others that you are worthy.&nbsp; Until then, I can give you a small gift- but there will be no going back if you take it.&nbsp; If you return here tomorrow night, if you drink from me again, you will have the benefits of being like me without the drawbacks.&nbsp; But you will be bound to me- forever."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 04:36:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even with all that happened, even with the cold reality that she had now fully embraced, the power of his lips still took precedent over every single thought.&nbsp; Listening to his words, Gwendolyn closed her eyes as her shaking pink lips quivered in her emotions.&nbsp; Living or dead, she had never met a man like Fitz before.&nbsp; He had ways to send her body into a passionate fit that most men had never heard of.<br><br>"Bound to you?&nbsp; Forever?&nbsp; However do you mean?"<br><br>Her sweet whisper came from her lips as she leaned close to his sweet kisses.&nbsp; Even though she had some knowledge, she was still rather new to his kind as she was learning the terminology.&nbsp; It was an entirely new world that was slowly being opened up to for the young girl.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 00:02:29</strong>
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				"Bound, yes," Fitz replied.&nbsp; "There is power in the sharing of blood as we have done.&nbsp; It is the cornerstone of the Christian religion, is it not?&nbsp; To drink the blood of Christ?&nbsp; It might be symbolic, but drinking that wine shows the greater truth: the sharing of blood creates a bond."<br><br>He stroked Gwendolyn's cheek and looked into her eyes.&nbsp; "You feel it, do you not," he continued.&nbsp; "You feel the bond, insubstantial and temporary as it is even now.&nbsp; And so do I.&nbsp; I feel the beating of your heart, the flow of blood through your veins and the breath catching in your throat.&nbsp; I feel your needs, hungers and desires, I feel them all and you feel mine.&nbsp; Tomorrow night, should you partake of my blood again, that bond will be stronger, and it will be permanent."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 17:57:28</strong>
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				Gwendolyn's piercing green eyes looked up into Fitz's as her milkey white skin grew even paler because of his words.&nbsp; Nodding her head to his words, she could feel the bond already inside of her.&nbsp; There was only a slight hint that drew her towards him tonight, but now it was growing stronger.&nbsp; In fact, as she laid in his arms, the urge to move closer to him still stayed permanently inside of her.&nbsp; His powerful aura, his warm breath and the blood that was now inside of her veins permeated into her soul and very essence.&nbsp; He was slowly consuming her.<br><br>"I......I.....I don't know......I just cannot, but......My love, I must be with you....."<br><br>The confusion and indecision grew inside the young woman as she tried to blink away the soft tears that were getting dangerously close of falling.&nbsp; This was the rest of her life and all of her eternity that she had to decide on in such a short amount of time.&nbsp; Her heart craved him as she feared that she was already too deep to pull away.&nbsp; His blood and his kiss held her in bonds.&nbsp; Chains that wrapped her in the sweetest of pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 00:48:18</strong>
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				"Of course you must, pet," Fitz said.&nbsp; "It's only natural, after all."&nbsp; He leaned closer to Gwendolyn and stroked her cheek.&nbsp; "But there are reasons why you must spend tomorrow apart from me."&nbsp; He smiled reassuringly, his teeth flashing in the lamplight.&nbsp; "Not the least of these is the fact that I pretty much must sleep while the sun is in the sky.&nbsp; But that time is not now."<br><br>With those words, Fitz bent towards her and kissed the side of her throat, reasing the skin there with his tongue before biting down.&nbsp; He drank deeply from her, letting the dark rapture of that bloody Kiss flood ravage her senses .&nbsp; He held her close and then licked the wound closed once she had fallen into unconsciousness, before carrying her back to her home and leaving a note&nbsp; beside her on her pillow:<br><br><em>Enjoy the day, sweet pet, <br><br>Take your time and think.&nbsp; Once you've decided, you know where to find me.&nbsp; You'll not be forsaking the day entirely, like me, should you choose me.&nbsp; But you will be spending a lot of time in the night, so the day will become a smaller part of your life.&nbsp; So think carefully before you choose of what you will lose and of what you will gain.<br><br>Until Soon,<br><br>Ewan Fitz-Starfell</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 19:49:16</strong>
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				It was days like today that Gwendolyn missed Charlotte the most.&nbsp; She desperately wished that she could go and talk to her best friend as she would know exactly what to do.&nbsp; She was the one with the level head who would always inform Gwendolyn of her sage and wise advice.&nbsp; However, talking to Charlotte would be incredibly rude as she had only been married for a few days and should not be bothered with such trivial items.<br><br>Gwendolyn hardly got any sleep last night as when she finally awoke from her depths, it was already midday.&nbsp; Deciding that she had to enjoy the day maybe one last time, she dressed in a simple dress and walked to a lovely park a few blocks away.&nbsp; Sitting on a bench by herself, she watched the children and the happy families move all around her.&nbsp; This new step in her life was something terrifying and confusing all at the same time.&nbsp; Even in the warm sun, Gwendolyn could feel Fitz's blood go through her body as it called for her.<br><br>Slowly, she returned to her home as the sun began to fade.&nbsp; She knew that he would be waking soon and she hadn't come any closer to making her decision.&nbsp; However, even in utter confusion, the beacon of light always pulled her home as Gwendolyn knew that it was much too late and the decision had already been made.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 00:26:53</strong>
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				Fitz spent the day as he had spent every day ever since he had suffered the first death over four centuries earlier: lying as he had that first day hovering between death and unlife.&nbsp; It would have been hard for any observer- had anyone been able to get to see him, that is- to discern if he were any different from an extremely fresh corpse.&nbsp; His chest neither rose nor fell with breast and neither did his any motion animate his features to make the activity of the brain within his deathly skull apparent.<br><br>For while his body appeared inanimate, his mind was fully active.&nbsp; It had not always been so, for in those first days he had been utterly insensible.&nbsp; However, as his existence lengthened into decades, dreams had begun and as the decades became centuries he became sensible of the world around him, his spirit roaming his surroundings and letting him observe- or spy- upon events nearby or those with whom he shared a bond.<br><br>And so his spirit rode down the bond of blood so that he could observe Gwendolyn as she made her way through her day.&nbsp; Should she complete the bond, he would be able to enjoy the sensations of her body during the day.&nbsp; He would literally become part of her if he so chose.&nbsp; While he lacked the ability to control her through such means, he would know everything she did and, over time, he would gain the ability to "talk" to her in the vaults of her mind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 02:30:59</strong>
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				The Elysium...<br><br>That night, Gwendolyn stood outside the peculiar tavern that she had grown to know like a second home.&nbsp; As the moon held high in the nights sky, she had no control over her journey until she stood outside the door.&nbsp; She dressed in a slimming black gown without even a thought of her mind.&nbsp; Her innocent strawberry blond hair matched well against the gown that was a dark as night.&nbsp; With a large slit that her sweet skin peaked out of in every step, she was more than ready to see her love once again.<br><br>Or was she?<br><br>Each time she reached the door, she would always pull back as she feared that final leap.&nbsp; The transformation of herself grew in each step as it was easy to retreat into her old ways.&nbsp; It would be so simple to walk out of the alley and go down to the soiree that was occurring just a few blocks down the road.&nbsp; It would be simple to pick up a random gentleman and let him woo over her tonight.&nbsp; To hear his meaningless words and listen to his shallow words.&nbsp; But, they lacked what she was looking for...<br><br>They were not Fitz's...<br><br>Even as she pulled away, she could not take five steps away.&nbsp; It was a desire.&nbsp; It was a compulsion that pulled her near.&nbsp; Gwendolyn would not let fear take her.&nbsp; She had to fight back.&nbsp; She had to persevere.&nbsp; She had to fall into the depths of her heart...<br><br>It was with that defiance that Gwendolyn pushed herself into Fitz's private room once more...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 17:18:24</strong>
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				The room was dark as Gwendolyn stepped inside and the door seemed to close of its own accord behind her.&nbsp; There was but one pool of light in the room, illuminating the chaise on which she had... sat the previous night.&nbsp; As she approached the light, a presence made itself felt just behind her.<br><br>"Good evening Gwendolyn," a warm rich and overwhelmingly seductive voice greeted her, the sound of which coiled around caressing her senses like a lover's touch before she realised that the voice was feminine.&nbsp; "Lord Fitzstarfell is as yet unrisen from his slumbers so I am here to entertain you till he joins us."<br><br>With those words, Alienor- for it was she- swept past Gwendolyn, her fingertips leaving a tingling caress on the mortal woman's cheek.&nbsp; The heady scent of roses surrounded them both as the beautiful vampire draped her lithe form over the chaise.&nbsp; Like Gwendolyn, she wore a black dress, though the cut of this dress, the way it hugged the inhumanly sensual woman's body seemed to reveal far more than mere nakedness ever could.&nbsp; She flicked her chestnut hair over her shoulder and her grea green eyes met Gwendolyn's gaze.<br><br>"Come and sit beside me while we wait for our mutual friend, the warlock," she said, patting a space on the chaise left open by the artful curving of her lush body.&nbsp; "You are very beautiful, Gwendolyn, as beautiful as I."&nbsp; She beckoned to Gwendolyn with a carmine tipped finger.&nbsp; "While we wait, we could very profitably compare our beauties together, could we not?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 20:47:09</strong>
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				Gwendolyn slowly entered the darkened room as the train of her long gown trailed behind and slid across the floor.&nbsp; With her nerves at an all time high, more than anything she needed to see the face of her lover.&nbsp; She needed to be in Fitz's arms again.&nbsp; She needed to be reminded that her decisions was the right one.&nbsp; She needed the nagging itch of regret on the back of her neck to finally disappear.<br><br>The voice was so familiar that she knew instantly that the seductress was toying with her.&nbsp; The gentle texture of her words caught her by surprise as she internally tried to reject the game that was being played on her.&nbsp; Gwendolyn's bright green eyes never left her form as she looked the sensuality that was dripping from the woman.&nbsp; The seductress had a peculiar look in her eyes that caused Gwendolyn's blood to run cold.<br><br>Closing her eyes for a moment, she internally rejected the tempting woman as her appearance did not arouse any part of her.&nbsp; She had never been attracted to women as her years of courtship has taught her to see other women as the enemy.&nbsp; They were competition for the affection of the gentleman that they so desired.&nbsp; Charlotte was her only true friend because she never competed against Gwendolyn.&nbsp; She rightfully knew her place and let Gwendolyn create her own world.<br><br>Her bright green eyes opened as they peered over to the creature in front of her.&nbsp; Gaining the confidence that she thought had lost, Gwendolyn would not be swayed so easily.<br><br>"I do not associate myself with lesser beauties of myself, so I will take my leave.&nbsp; I think it would be wise that you find some one who is more willing to play your games..."<br><br>Flipping her strawberry blond hair, she made sure to keep her eyes on the seductress as she made her way back to the door.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 18:20:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alienor was not about to let her prey get away quite so easily.&nbsp; For that is what Gwendolyn now became.&nbsp; <em>The woman had rejected her!</em>&nbsp; The thought was high in Alienor's mind.&nbsp; How could that be?&nbsp; Alienor was never rejected- at least never by a mortal.&nbsp; <em>She had rejected her, and implied she was more beautiful to boot!.</em>&nbsp; Such a situation could not be allowed to stand.&nbsp; Drawing on her blood, Alienor moved with inhuman speed circling past the woman in a blur before resting against the door, her body making a sinuous barrier to the exit.<br><br>"I play no games, Gwendolyn," Alienor said, filling her voice with all the glamour of her kind.&nbsp; It was warm, soft and seductive, coiling around the woman's senses like a feathered serpent, caressing and beguiling yet with an inherent sense of danger- a warning of what might happen if the speaker became upset.&nbsp; And as that serpentine voice flowed over Gwendolyn, Alienor's glamour enhanced every mote of her charm: her beauty and authority were enhanced, as if to cast her as a beguiling queen whom no one could displease and the sensualy to her movements, as she watched Gwendolyn approached was like an insistent demand to carress and be caressed in turn.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 21:40:26</strong>
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				Of course, only being a simple mortal, Gwendolyn was much like the mouse against the lion as she truly had no prayer.&nbsp; However, Alienor must be used to prey or victims that would fall quickly by her charms.&nbsp; Gwendolyn would not be swayed so easily as she dug her heels into the carpet and refused to let her powers hinder her conscience mind.<br><br>"Keep your parlor tricks to yourself, old hag.&nbsp; I have no interest for your kind..."<br><br>The temptation was getting more difficult to ignore as she slowly backed away from the door.&nbsp; Letting the vision of beauty fade into the darkness, she let the light of the room be her shield and protect her from what lurks in the shadows.&nbsp; Closing her eyes and concentrating on what is true, Gwendolyn fought against her own senses and emotions.&nbsp; She turned off her mind and focused on the reality of what was around her.&nbsp; The desire to touch the beautiful woman was burning inside of her as her steps slowed from backing away, but her mortality helped keep her mind.&nbsp; She was fighting for her life and would do everything to keep her life.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 23:00:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Parlour tricks?"&nbsp; Alienor asked, rich amusement rippling through her voice.&nbsp; "I assure you I do <em>not</em> do parlour tricks."&nbsp; Her eyes followed Gwendolyn as the woman backed away and then she followed her, herself.&nbsp; Her movements were slow, feline and predatory.&nbsp; Her eyes caught Gwndolyn's and she all but herded her into a corner before she pounced.<br><br>Alienor's fangs caught Gwendolyn in the throat and she bit down, flooding the young woman with the full force of her glamour.&nbsp; As she began to drink, she thought that really it would have been better for the girl if she had just accepted the inevitable.&nbsp; And then, after she had barely taken a mouthful, she released Gwendolyn, for the door had opened and Fitz was there, his eyes flashing with anger.<br><br>"Get thee hence, hag" he shouted.&nbsp; "If she has suffered any ill effect you'll find the consequences most unpleasant."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 20:57:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwendolyn made sure to keep her surroundings all around her.&nbsp; Looking closely at the walls around her, a burning candle caught her attention in a holder that created the soft light of the room.&nbsp; Inching closer to the hot flame, she was ready to grab it and strike whenever it would be ready to save herself from the vile creature.<br><br>In a flash, she grabbed the candle just as Alienor pounced on the young woman.&nbsp; Holding it close to her, she pushed the burning hot flame against the silky gown of Alienor just as she sank her fangs into Gwendolyn.&nbsp; As she began to drank, Gwendolyn felt the strength die inside of her as her grip around the candle began to lessen.<br><br>"Master...."<br><br>With a throaty word and a soft whisper, the sudden weakness began to take over her as she desperately tried to fight the hag off with the burning flame inside of her hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 13:40:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz's arrival precipitated Alienor's departure and the willowy vampire slinked past him to the door.<br><br>"Have you claimed this mortal as yours, then?" Alienor asked archly.&nbsp; Fitz, however, did not answer directly, but merely glanced down and remarked on the state of her clothing.<br><br>"Your dress is on fire."<br><br>With a shriek of dismay, Alienor pushed past him in search of some means of putting out the flames before the began to mar the preternatural perfection of her beauty.&nbsp; Fitz, meanwhile gathered Gwendolyn into his arms and kissed the top of her forehead.<br><br>"There, it's all safe now," he murmured.&nbsp; "So tell me, have you come to a decision?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 21:17:22</strong>
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				"Leave me alone..."<br><br>Gwendolyn's heart was beating wildly inside of her chest as the flowing blood gave the young girl strength that had been lost because of the bite on her neck.&nbsp; Her hand rose up to feel the trickle of blood that fell from her neck as the warm liquid seeped into her soft fingers.&nbsp; Shaking her head and untangling herself from his arms, Gwendolyn couldn't take this descent any longer.&nbsp; She needed reality.<br><br>With all of her might, Gwendolyn rejected her heart and the burning fire inside of her body.&nbsp; The passionate memories that were scalded into her mind had to be patched over so that she can have her life back.&nbsp; Gwendolyn had fallen into a complete disarray underneath the beautiful entrances of Master Fitz.&nbsp; It was too much and she wished to live her normal life once again.<br><br>Now, more than ever, she envied Charlotte.<br><br>"I don't want you anymore.&nbsp; I don't want this world.&nbsp; I can't take it anymore.&nbsp; I'm sorry, but please leave me be..."<br><br>With each step, she felt the strength return to her as she went to the door like a wounded animal.&nbsp; Holding her neck as she tried to stop the fear from shaking her scared body, she had to return to her world.&nbsp; Gwendolyn wasn't ready to be claimed by her Master yet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 23:30:08</strong>
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				"I'll leave you be if you wish," Fitz said with a smile, his eyes flashing darkly as he saw Gwendolyn's fingers stretch towards the doorknob.&nbsp; "But of course that means that I won't protect you once you step through that door."&nbsp; He walked over to the window and pulled the curtain aside and looked down to the street below.<br><br>"Alienor will realise," he said, "once she sees you leave here so soon and without me, that you've rejected my protection.&nbsp; And that will make you fair prey for her."&nbsp; He smirked as he saw the moonlight glinting on the street.&nbsp; "The wise move would be to stay here with me."&nbsp; He turned and looked her straight in the eye.<br><br>"Unless, of course, you enjoyed Alienor's attentions more than mine, that is."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 20:34:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The feel of cold metal was a surprising embrace as it tickled the soft touch of Gwendolyn's fingers.&nbsp; It brought her back to this earth and to her world.&nbsp; That something substantial and factual could exist.&nbsp; She could touch the door and know exactly that it is there.&nbsp; Just as she was about to step into her reality, Gwendolyn's mind told her to stop.<br><br><em>Alienor...</em><br><br>The woman who Gwendolyn had just spurned was waiting outside for her.&nbsp; She knew that she would hold that grudge over her and was just waiting for the wounded prey to be released into her clutches.&nbsp; That bitch would take her in a moment's notice...<br><br>"Wise?&nbsp; I have no choice.&nbsp; I am your prisoner..."<br><br>Gwendolyn's bright green eyes glared as she turned away from the door.&nbsp; She knew she couldn't walk out there, so she was forced to stay here with Fitz.&nbsp; The man that she had just rejected.&nbsp; With her voice rising in anger, the frustration of her situation began to engulf the woman as her sweet world was fading between her fingertips.<br><br>"You are a weak man.&nbsp; If you cannot have me, then you will trap me here with you.&nbsp; Get over yourself and give me my freedom.&nbsp; And don't even insinuate that I enjoyed that woman's vile intentions..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 15:53:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Remember, I am no man at all," Fitz said softly, his eyes dark as he looked at her.&nbsp; "And it is not I trapping you at all.&nbsp; I did not ask Alienor to hunt you, indeed I have warned her of the consequences of what would happen were she to do so."&nbsp; He walked to an armchair and sat down, his eyes glittering.<br><br>"And you forget that I have already <em>had</em> you."&nbsp; He picked at some of the dirt under his thumbnail affecting an air of disinterest.&nbsp; "I had thought that you might have the spine to qualify for eternal life in the night, but it seems I was wrong.&nbsp; Now, take a seat and we shall wait here, perhaps thirty minutes and I shall escort you home.&nbsp; That way Alienor will think you are still under my protection."<br><br>"I promise," Fitz said, licking his dry lips absently.&nbsp; "I promise that I shall make no attempt to bite you while you are here and that I shall convey you safely to your door."&nbsp; He reached across to the decanter beside him and poured himself a glass of green liquid.&nbsp; "Now, while we wait, would you care for a glass of <em>absinthe</em>?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 17:38:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwendolyn scoffed at all of his promises and his words.&nbsp; They were lies to her and meant nothing when they finally came to touch her ears.&nbsp; Each sound was empty as they fluttered around the thick air that had surrounded the small room.&nbsp; The anger and annoyance still burned hotly inside the woman as she moved away from the door.&nbsp; The train of her long gown dragged along the floor as she moved to sit on the large loveseat by her lonesome.&nbsp; If she had to wait this out, then Gwendolyn would at least be comfortable.&nbsp; Flicking her strawberry blond hair behind her back as her eyes strained and glared over to his seat.<br><br>"You words are hollow and devoid of any meaning.&nbsp; There is nothing that you can say or do that will make me change..."<br><br><em>Absinthe</em><br><br>Suddenly, the familiar feeling came rushing into her as the hypnosis took a tight grip of her mind.&nbsp; She still had a firm grip on reality, so the mind control did not completely take over her entire mind.&nbsp; There was still a little hope inside of her, but the majority was reverted back to her pleasing and loving state.&nbsp; Crossing her legs, she looked down at her lap as she played with her long fingernails.&nbsp; She was ashamed and embarrassed of the way that she had acted before.&nbsp; Swallowing the lump in her throat, she spoke softly as she played with the threads of her gown.<br><br>"Master.........I am sorry....."<br><br>The flow of her words were not as easy as before as the syllables struggled past her lips.&nbsp; She was fighting the changes and was refusing to accept the transformation inside of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 20:05:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"There's nothing to feel sorry for," Fitz said, smoothly.&nbsp; "You were naturally startled and frightened by what happened, for what happened would be enough to startle and frighten everyone and your heart is of course beating very fast indeed."&nbsp; He looked at Gwendolyn, gauging how well his words sank in.<br><br>"And of course you need to calm down, indeed you want to calm down and you can calm down.&nbsp; Everything is all right for I am here and the bad one has gone.&nbsp; You're safe now and you can relax.&nbsp; We will sit here for a short while and then I will take you home, because that's what you want.&nbsp; Indeed, you will never come here alone again because you know you need me here to protect you and you know I protect you and you know I will protect you all the way home and in a moment I will wake you up and when I do all of these suggestions will be a deep part of you and you'll accept them as being your ideas."<br><br>And after a few minutes reinforcing the suggestions, Fitz brought Gwendolyn back to full wakefulness and he smiled at her, sipping his drink.<br><br>"Are you sure you don't want some, while we wait for it to be safe for you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 20:27:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwendolyn's heart was still beating wildly as she was certain that it would jump out of her chest.&nbsp; The blood flowed inside of her veins as it moved so deliciously around her sweet body.&nbsp; The beating heart caused her lungs to work much harder than before as her ample cheat heaved under the tightness of her gown.&nbsp; Slowly, she felt his words sink into her mind.&nbsp; The beats of her heart were not as fast as before as they sank to a normal speed.&nbsp; Slowly, the blood only circulated in a normal pace as Gwendolyn returned back to her normal sense.<br><br>The safety and security that he was offering still felt a bit uneasy and shaky in her mind.&nbsp; She was still not trusting him, but she could at least take stock in his protection.&nbsp; That is all she needed and then she could never return to this dreadful place.<br><br>"Just one glass...."<br><br>Gwendolyn took the bottle from him as she filled up a small drink of her own.&nbsp; She had fully returned as the suggestions were now firmly planted in her mind.&nbsp; The fear was dead even if she was still uneasy about his presence.&nbsp; Pouring the liquid, she let the thick and scintillating aroma take her as she took only the slightest of sips.&nbsp; She needed to keep herself calm and the sweet absinthe would help her forget about the evil woman outside the door.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 23:35:03</strong>
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				it was about half an hour after that that the two of them left the room in Elysium.&nbsp; During all of that time, Fitz had laid neither finger nor fang upon Gwendolyn.&nbsp; He had, instead, chatted with her about inconsequentialities, the decor of the room, the weather and the cut of her dress.<br><br>The journey from that room to her home was like this also.&nbsp; Fitz remained a perfect gentleman for all of the time.&nbsp; Well all of the time apart from when they crossed the common room of the bar.&nbsp; Several of its denizens reached for Gwendolyn, their hot hungry eyes studying every throb of the pulse in her neck.&nbsp; With them, Alienor watched, a cruel greedy smile marring the perfection of her features.&nbsp; As they walked past Fitz put an arm protectively around Gwendolyn's shoulders and held up a hand.&nbsp; The flesh of the fingers of his upraised hand flushed with a bloody glow and the fiends around them shrank back and allowed them passage and they saw no sight nor heard any sound until Fitz stopped just outside Gwendolyn's door.<br><br>"And here I shall bid thee a good night, fair Gwendolyn," he said and he leaned towards her and brushed the skin of her neck with his lips, kissing her gently.&nbsp; "Unless you will invite me in."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 16:42:23</strong>
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				Gwendolyn engaged in the completely benign conversation with Fitz as they waited until the time was right for her to leave.&nbsp; The words were so small and meaningless that she would not even remember anything that she said later that evening.&nbsp; It was a simple waiting game and she played it perfectly.&nbsp; She put on her normally charming smile and desperately wished that she could return home in the blink of an eye.<br><br>With narrow eyes, she watched every creature in the darkness of the room as she slowly crossed to her freedom.&nbsp; When she saw Alienor hiding away, she made sure that she never left her sight as she wasn't about to be surprised by any of her actions.&nbsp; The wool had been pulled from her eyes as the trust of these creatures had been broken.&nbsp; They weren't humans.&nbsp; They were animals to Gwendolyn and they only cared about their next feed or the next meal.&nbsp; Gwendolyn had to return to civilization and bask in the glow of sweet humanity.<br><br>Gwendolyn slowly pulled away from his lips as they only slightly brushed against her long neck.&nbsp; The rise of pleasure and passion grew like a spark inside of her, but with the power of her mind and the rejection of Fitz, she buried it inside of her as she untangled herself from him.<br><br>"If I see you again before I pass away, then it has been too soon..."<br><br>Whipping her long hair and sleek gown, she walked through the door and made sure to lock it behind him.&nbsp; Alienor opened her eyes to the true nature of their kind and knew exactly what was hiding inside of him.&nbsp; She wasn't going to be suckered by him once again and be brought down into his world.&nbsp; Gwendolyn had to escape from him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 21:34:42</strong>
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				Later, that night, as Gwendolyn lay sleeping in her bed, Fitz stood outside her front door.&nbsp; He was not about to let her slip through his fingers yet.&nbsp; Just one drop of blood would be all that was needed to create that unbreakable bond.&nbsp; Just one tiny drop.<br><br>She had already invited him in, her door was barred to him no longer.&nbsp; Locked and bolted it might be, but that would prove little hindrance to one of his abilities.&nbsp; He closed his eyes and drew on his blood, tracing a sigil with his left hand, and a moment later there were a couple of soft clicks and the door swung open.<br><br>He swept through it and up the stairs.&nbsp; Opening her door he slipped into her room as silently as a shadow.&nbsp; He leaned over her sleeping form and bit into the tip of his index finger.&nbsp; A bead of blood welled up and gently, almost lovingly it seemed, he anointed her lips with it, letting the blood's heavy intoxicating scent settle around her.<br><br>And then, as silently as he had come, he left.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 20:12:25</strong>
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				Gwendolyn made certain to lock out the creatures of the night.&nbsp; She had locked every single door and even used the bolt to make certain that she was safe.&nbsp; Even the door to her bedroom was boarded up for her protection.&nbsp; However, all that protection would prove futile if Gwendolyn did not stay awake.&nbsp; She just had to make it until dawn and she would be safe.&nbsp; As she sat in her head, her eyelids began to grow heavy and fall on her as she knew that slumber would soon take control of her.<br><br>It had been a long and exhausting day.&nbsp; The fight with Alienor had worn her out and her constant struggle in her mind had left any thought to become mute.&nbsp; Sitting in her long gown, Gwendolyn conceded her battle and laid against her pillow as she embrace the intoxication of her sleep.<br><br>Blinking a few times, Gwendolyn saw the morning sun as she realized just what had happened.&nbsp; Looking at her door, everything was in its place when she went to bed.&nbsp; Nothing was ajar as a sense of calmness washed over her.&nbsp; Smiling to herself, she arose and began to formulate a plan to rejoin her humanity.<br><br>...Maybe a night at an opera or a ball would help clear her mind...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 13:44:15</strong>
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				The opera house was packed with the great and the good, all looking forward to enjoying Verdi's <em>La Forza del Destino</em>.&nbsp; The theatre's foyer was a remarkable spectacle of fashion, with the gentlemen in their evening suits and the ladies in a wide array of gowns.&nbsp; Fitz, it must be said, fitted in perfectly.&nbsp; In fact he blended in so well, he was almost invisible, which was pretty much the effect he had wanted.&nbsp; He had read through the bond of blood between himself and Gwendoyln, that she had intended to go to the opera, and so here he was, pulling strings and setting the scene.<br><br>So it was that as Gwendolyn arrived, she found that , through an administrative error, she had been given a box, all to herself.&nbsp; Indeed, the manager said, to alleviate the discomfort at being moved from the dress circle, there were refreshments laid on especially for her, if she would be so kind as to walk this way...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 17:43:03</strong>
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				(http://fairygothmother.co.uk/newimages2/pp06blue.jpg)<br><br>Gwendolyn was at the opera to make a statement.<br><br>Gwendolyn had to show the world and the social scene that she was back and ready to continue her courtship ritual.&nbsp; She was here to regain her humanity and she was back to regain her place at the top.&nbsp; She meticulously went over every detail of her gown until it was absolutely perfect.<br><br>Her corset was laced tighter than ever before.&nbsp; The pale blue of the fabric shimmered in the darkness like a beacon of light and innocence.&nbsp; With her pale skin and strawberry blond hair cascading past her shoulders, her elegant demeanour was in full force as it became a breath of fresh air.&nbsp; With the slender gloves holding up a matching shawl, Gwendolyn made her way through the onlookers to a very common seat.<br><br>Shrugging her shoulders at her fortune, Gwendolyn followed the manager to her new seat.&nbsp; True, the entire point of tonight was to distinguish herself from the crowd, but she felt much more comfortable mingling inside with the others so that she could size up the competition and potential suitors.&nbsp; A curve on the edge of her lips indicated a smile as she realized her sudden good fortune.&nbsp; Surely, up in the box seats, wealthy families would be there to enjoy the show.&nbsp; Wealthy families with eligible bachelors for Gwendolyn to have them fawn over her.<br><br><em>'This could be easier than I had imagined...'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 22:37:15</strong>
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				<em>See the predator at work,</em> thought Fitz, as he observed Gwendolyn make her entrance to the opera house.&nbsp; <em>Moving with feline grace, she cuts her path through the prey that surround her, to seek the best vantage point for the hunt.</em>&nbsp; He smirked in the shadows as she made her way to the box Fitz had arranged for her.&nbsp; Slipping in behind her, cloaked in shadow, Fitz stood watching her, analysing how she reacted to the subliminal signals he had planted there.<br><br>A bottle of absinthe was prominently displayed on the drinks trolley behind the chairs and, on the wall to the side of where she would be seated, there was a painting of a dark haired handsome nobleman kissing the side of a beautiful maiden's neck.&nbsp; As Gwndolyn sat down, Fitz drew on the power of his blood and on the bond he had forged between them.<br><br>As the overture began, he began fashioning a feeling of correspondence.&nbsp; As the opera began an the heroine Leonora appeared for the fist time, Fitz made it seem obvious for Gwendolyn to identify fully with her.&nbsp; Likewise, Don Alvaro, took on a lot of Fitz's characteristics.&nbsp; As the first act drew to a close, Leonora's father, The Marquis of Calatrava, who threatened to keep the lover's apart was made to seem to be not a person at all but instead embodied Gwendolyn's fear.<br><br>Just as Fitz had stood aside in the face of Gwendolyn's fear and had walked away from her door, so too did Don Alvaro offer to surrender to the Marquis.&nbsp; It was only with the Marquis' death at the end of the act that Leonora and Don Carlo could be together.&nbsp; As the last tumultuous chords faded into silence Fitz stepped forward, opening the door to the box, so as to make it seem as if he had just walked in.<br><br>"Good evening Gwendolyn," he said, smiling.&nbsp; "Would you object if I shared a drink with you in the interval?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 22:40:47</strong>
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				Walking up the stairs, Gwendolyn peeked into other boxes as she noticed them filled with the upperclass of society.&nbsp; Her bright green eyes scanned every inch as she desperately searched for another avenue of her desire.&nbsp; She needed to get her mind off of Master Fitz and a lovely distraction could be easy to snag this evening.&nbsp; Sighing to herself as she reached the box by herself, she decided to enjoy the first act and keep her mind free from the tangles of the past few days.&nbsp; A beautiful show to take her away from the strange realities of her life.<br><br>Looking at the absinthe, she shrugged it off as coincidence.&nbsp; Surely, it was a popular drink by those around her and had no hidden meaning behind the placement.&nbsp; However, she was well aware of how dry her lips had become as she had gently licked them in thirst with her pink tongue.&nbsp; It seems the wetness had traveled down her body as she looked to the painting to the side.&nbsp; Seeing the powerful nobleman kissing the maiden's beautiful neck from behind her as he seemed to encompass her entire being.&nbsp; Her gloved hand came to reach the back of the chair as she swooned under the sudden rush of pleasure inside of her.&nbsp; She could feel her neck pulsate as her blood grew warm inside of her body.<br><br><em>'NO!'</em><br><br>Shaking her head, she seated herself rigidly on the chair as she began to enjoy the opera before her.&nbsp; Looking closely at the heroine, Gwendolyn felt a familiarity with Leonora.&nbsp; It felt like she was looking in the mirror as their characteristics and similarities were plainly obvious to her.&nbsp; However, it was her interaction with Don Alvaro that truly frightened the young woman.&nbsp; He quickly became the face of who she was trying to forget.&nbsp; He was the haunted of her dreams and the one who had taken her down this wretched path to begin with.<br><br>A part of her loved and truly despised the Marquis.&nbsp; She felt like he was doing the right thing by separating them, but she could feel the sadness and loneliness burning inside of Leonora.&nbsp; Gwendolyn could feel the ache of knowing that you would never be able to love like that again.&nbsp; Gwendolyn understood all too well the regret and pain of living in mediocrity that kept calling her back.&nbsp; Wiping the wet tear with her satin glove, she quickly flicked her head to turn towards the door.&nbsp; Rising in her chair, her narrow eyes saw his face once again.&nbsp; He had returned to her.&nbsp; Apparently, he wasn't going to give up so easy.<br><br>"Why are you here?&nbsp; Did I not make my intentions clear to you last night?&nbsp; Why must you insist when I ask for you to leave me be?"<br><br>There was a biting and fierceness to her tone, but it quivered in her facade.&nbsp; Her bright red lips shook slightly as the intentional precursors had already begun to weaken her defenses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 17:02:02</strong>
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				Fitz smiled at Gwendolyn's reaction, licking his lips and staring into her eyes.&nbsp; He tilted his head and lifted his eyebrow wryly as stalked towards her.&nbsp; With her back to drop down to the stalls, she had nowhere to go but past him.<br><br>"I believe I said that I would leave you," he replied smoothly, tapping the hollow of his throat thoughtfully as he came closer.&nbsp; "Yet I cannot remember promising I would never return, never is such a long time, is it not?"&nbsp; He stood now but a hand's span apart from her and his eyes were fixed upon hers, holding her stilll with the intesity o his gaze as a snake might mesmerise a mouse.&nbsp; His eyes grew larger and larger and still more compelling as his face drew yet closer to hers.<br><br>Closer and closer he came until his lips brushed hers gently, and yet they did not halt there for soon she could feel the soft coolness of his breath caressing the fine skin of her neck.&nbsp; There was but the faintest of touches over the pulsing artery of his tongue, feathersoft, almost tickling as he drew it up to that soft tender point just below the angle of her jaw.&nbsp; And there he kissed the soft skin gently, almost chastely and whispered against her throat.<br><br>"And you do not wish me to begone just yet, do you?&nbsp; Not while you are enjoying me so."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 21:06:51</strong>
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				Shaking in fear and the trouble that had been bestowed on her, Gwendolyn was trapped inside of the small box.&nbsp; She couldn't go backwards or she would fall out of the box to her most certain doom.&nbsp; He was blocking any path to the door as she would have to go through him.&nbsp; Closing her eyes, she focused her energy on her heart as she tried to keep calm.&nbsp; Rejecting the beating of her heart and the familiar wetness that suddenly appeared between her lips whenever Master Fitz was around.&nbsp; She had to stay calm, cool and collected if she were to keep her sanity.<br><br>"What is never to a creature that will live for eternity?"<br><br>Her words were harsh and had a cool tone to them.&nbsp; Opening her eyes, she pushed a strand of her strawberry blond hair away from her eyes as she moved away from the drop behind her.&nbsp; Unfortunately, she had to fall in his clutches as he was always an arms length away from her.&nbsp; Like sliding down the edge of a whirlpool that was the depths of his eyes, his enhancements became only more prominent as she desperately tried to slide away from him.<br><br>"I am not like you.&nbsp; I am not like....your kind.&nbsp; I.....oooohhhh...."<br><br>She shivered as her lips quivered under the sweetest of pleasure.&nbsp; It was so easy to fall into his lovely trap once again as she was enticed by his perfect taste.&nbsp; Bending her neck back, her gloved hands came up to his shoulders as she held tightly to his body.&nbsp; However, with one felt swoop, she pushed him away as she desperately made her way to the door with her feet feeling like bricks.&nbsp; Desperately rejecting every desire and every want inside of her, Gwendolyn was not ready to fall down into his embrace once again.<br><br>"What do you want of me?&nbsp; I am not some victim that you can feed off whenever you so desire.&nbsp; Leave me be, you souless animal."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 14:51:17</strong>
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				"Stop!"&nbsp; The word was uttered without a raised voice yet it rolled through the air with such authority that even had his command not drawn on the bond of blood between them it would have halted a charging rhinoceros.&nbsp; This time as Fitz moved towards her, there was nothing slow and deliberate about it.&nbsp; He was simply, and quite suddenly, standing directly in front of her, between her and the door.<br><br>"I have not tried to feed from you this evening, have I?"&nbsp; He laid his hand on Gwendolyn's chest, between the collar bones and pushed, easing her back to her seat.&nbsp; "You ask me to explain what I want and then try to leave before I answer?"&nbsp; His voice was cold and deliberate and his eyes blazed like dark fire as he stared at her.<br><br>"I want you, Gwendolyn," Fitz said, "But not as a food source, though I will feed from you if you so desire.&nbsp; I want you for a much nobler calling."&nbsp; He lifted his hand to his mouth and bit down on the ball of his thumb, letting the dark blood flow between his lips and his hand in dark glistening rivulets.<br><br>"And you want it too," he said, holding his hand to her, the palm cupped and filled with the upwelling blood.&nbsp; "That's why your legs betrayed you as you walked away.&nbsp; That's why the scent of my blood fills you with a thirst to taste just once more..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 00:51:42</strong>
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				Gwendolyn desperately tried to take another step.&nbsp; She wanted nothing more than to touch the cool steel of the door and for her to find sweet freedom.&nbsp; Tonight was supposed to be about freeing herself, yet she was falling even deeper and tighter into the shackles that were around her body.&nbsp; Feeling like her heel is stuck in the wood, she shivered like a trapped animal as she looked up into Fitz's dark pools.<br><br>"There is nothing noble about you.&nbsp; What else could you want of me?&nbsp; Can't you find a simple tart to satisfy your pleasure and your hunger?"<br><br>Finally, her feet were moving, but in the exact opposite direction.&nbsp; The soft rustling of her gown moved her body back towards the edge of the private booth and the high backed chairs.&nbsp; Gwendolyn felt like her body had a mind of its own especially when the sweet substance began to pool inside his hand.&nbsp; Looking at the viscous liquid, she immediately licked her bright red lips as a hunger that was very new to her began to call in the pit of her stomach and take hold of her body.&nbsp; It was the sweetest addiction that was just too delicious to pass up.&nbsp; Even before she knew what was happening, her lips were moving to his hand as she just wanted to taste once more.<br><br>"No......No more.....please...."<br><br>Straightening her back and turning away from the blood, the urge and sensation to drink was much stronger than before.&nbsp; Almost like the desire for a males attention, but the need to fill her lungs with his lovely breath.&nbsp; Feeling her defenses crumble before her, the pungent smell called to her while she clung to the final shreds of reality that she had in her mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 21:45:56</strong>
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				Fitz watched Gwendolyn battle her addiction, taking in every little change in her face and posture.&nbsp; The pupils of her eyes were very revealing, contracting and then dilating by turns as she wavered as she strove to remember her fear and revulsion and as she felt the pull and the desire for a taste and for the certainty of being enfolded by his will.<br><br>At the end, her pupils remained dilated as her body itself joined forces with Fitz's charisma against her will.&nbsp; He smiled, still staring at her eyes, and licked his lips as he held out his hand towards her.&nbsp; He approached slowly, whispering al the time coaxingly.<br><br>"You know you want it, don't you?" Fitz's sibilant whisper was as warm as the sun's rays and as sweet as honey.&nbsp; "You might try to fight it, but the more you do, the more you think about how much you want a taste, about how much you love how I make you feel and the more you think about these things the more you want them and so you fight harder and fighting harder just makes you want it harder and the more you fight the more you realise how futile resisting is.&nbsp; And it is futile to resist when in the end you're just fighting against yourself."<br><br>By the time he had finished speaking, he was right against her, just to the side with his cupped hand just beneath her lips.&nbsp; He leaned in close and chastely kissed her neck and breathed into her ear.<br><br>"Go on and enjoy it.&nbsp; You can always give up tomorrow, if you want to."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 22:40:26</strong>
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				Gwendolyn felt the shine and veneer of her sweet reality fade behind her.&nbsp; Why was she so interested in meeting and catering to another mindless gentleman?&nbsp; Why did she want the cold wind to blow against her shoulders?&nbsp; Why did she need the bright sun casting its warmth across her face?&nbsp; Why did she need to feel everything in such a sane and critical mind?<br><br>No, intoxication and desire of Fitz was much too strong.<br><br>It wasn't just the blood that he was offering her.&nbsp; It was everything from the past few days that would encircle her entire being.&nbsp; It was the bottle of absinthe.&nbsp; It was his body and his lips pressed against her sweet skin.&nbsp; It was the promise and descent into darkness that was much too delicious to pass up.&nbsp; It was every dark desire and want that she could ever need would be offered by him.<br><br>Her body was so tense and on edge that when his lips pressed against her neck, it broke through the final barrier.&nbsp; With her lips falling open and a loud gasp falling out of her mouth, Gwendolyn gave into her sweetest sin once again.&nbsp; Closing her eyes, she pressed her neck against his lips and she finally drank the succulent liquid pooled in his hands.<br><br>With the bright blood tainting her lips and falling against her porcelain face, Gwendolyn drank until she could drink any longer.&nbsp; Now, she knew that she had taken the final step in forming the bond with Fitz for all eternity.<br><br>Gwendolyn O'Hannigan was now his for all of time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 22:02:28</strong>
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				As Gwendolyn drank Fitz's blood it passed into her bloodstream and began to alter her body's chemistry on a cellular level.&nbsp; While she was not transformed into a creature of the night, he body became much stronger than that of an ordinary mortal.&nbsp; Her senses became sharper too and her reactions; her stamina was much greater and her speed.&nbsp; She became in some strange way like a vampire, yet she would still be able to eat and drink mortal food and walk in the sun.<br><br>In short, Gwendolyn became more than human and at the same time, very much less.&nbsp; Even as the wound in Fitz's hand sealed shut, cutting of the blood so that Gwendolyn's tongue licked Fitz's hand clean of blood, the faintest hints of a craving for more began to stir within Gwendolyn's soul.&nbsp; Within a single day, these stirrings would become a deep desire, in two they would become a desperate craving and by the third day she would all but be beside herself with the need to get her fix.<br><br>She was his now, Fitz knew, afflicted with a moral addiction to his blood, to him, that she would be incapable of breaking.&nbsp; Not that he intended for her evet yo go without her fix.&nbsp; She was, as far as itz was concerned, perfect to become his eyes and ears in the daylight world for centuries to come.&nbsp; So what if he had addicted her?&nbsp; She would consequently- provided she did not falter in feeding her addiction- live a live so much longer than the mortal's allotted three-score years and ten that she was now, to all intents and purposes, as immortal as he.<br><br>"So Gwendolyn," he whipered, "You have been granted that which few of your kind have ever achieved: all but everlasting life.&nbsp; All I ask in return is that you love me as I love you and keep a watch on anything that happens in the day that I might need to know about."&nbsp; He grinned mischievously.<br><br>"Oh, and to let me bite you occasionally." he added.&nbsp; "I would that, as you have partaken of me, I might partake of you." And with those words he bit down and drank deeply from the well of blood that was he jugular vein.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 04:12:49</strong>
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				As the blood began to enter her body, Gwendolyn felt the changes almost immediately.&nbsp; The feeling was not what she was expecting as she thought her mortal body would reject the intruder that had invaded its sanctum.&nbsp; But, it was the exact opposite.&nbsp; It helped the host and made the Queen much stronger.<br><br>Gwendolyn no longer felt frail and weak.&nbsp; No longer did she feel the vulnerability and the instability of normal human life.&nbsp; Gwendolyn was now the perfection of humanity.&nbsp; Death now feared her for she could outlive any mortal.&nbsp; Her mind felt like all the doors had been opened and the vast knowledge was at her finger tips.&nbsp; Her cunning and wisdom grew in pools as she was given the ultimate powers.<br><br>However, there was an itch on her very soul.&nbsp; Something that was new and had never felt before.&nbsp; It was a sweet taste for blood that she had never desired before.&nbsp; It was a necessity much like eating and breathing as it was the main thought on her mind.&nbsp; Even while drinking from the pool in his hand, Gwendolyn wanted more.<br><br><em>'What have I become?'</em><br><br>The thought entered her mind as she gasped loudly at her neck being pierced once again.&nbsp; It happened so quickly that she did not even feel anything changing.&nbsp; One moment she was drinking from Fitz's hand and the next, he was drinking from her neck.&nbsp; Feeling like her body just released in the briefest of moments, she moaned and grew pale as her life was sucked out of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 23:49:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz stopped and licked the wound closed before he drank too much.&nbsp; With her new constitution, he knew, Gwendolyn would recover readily.&nbsp; However, he was not sure in what way her body would facilitate that recovery.&nbsp; With some, it was with a ravenous hunger, while with others it was with an increased craving for the blood that had wrought the change in them and with others it was with strenuous physical activity.&nbsp; Certainly, she would have greater appetites than before- for all things- but which would be the one that characteristically showed forth when her body needed to recuperate was up in the air.<br><br>He left her dazed in her chair and went to the door, summoning the maid who he had arranged for this eventuality.&nbsp; The young woman wheeled in a trolley laden with food.&nbsp; There were sandwiches, chicken legs, cakes and all manner of culinary delights both sweet and savoury.&nbsp; That should cater for any possible hunger issues and other matters were also catered for. He flashed the maid a dazzling smile and pulled her to him, sinking his fangs into her neck, drinking deeply and then licking the wound closed.<br><br>The combination of sudden blood loss and the soaring ecstasy of the Kiss, left the maid dazed and totally incapable of knowing what had happened.&nbsp; Standding on wobbly legs, she looked at Gwendolyn and falteringly invited her to sample her wares.<br><br>"Would madam care for any refreshments?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 16:50:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Holding to the chair, Gwendolyn felt her heart begin to pump new blood along her system.&nbsp; Suddenly, she felt rejuvenated and renewed as her body recuperated in just a matter of moments.&nbsp; The feeding from Fitz had not taken her out of commission which was strange in of itself.&nbsp; She wasn't used to the renewed strength and new taste that was sparkling on her tongue and lips.&nbsp; It was a new vigor that permeated her entire body.<br><br>Rising from her chair, she watched Fitz as her tongue came to lick the last remants of blood on her lips.&nbsp; Watching him, she was reminded of the past few nights and the sweet embrace that he offered inside of his arms.&nbsp; She felt the warmth grow between her thighs with the memories flashing inside of her mind.&nbsp; The echoes of sweet release that carried her throughout the evening to bring her back to lovely world of ecstasy.<br><br>However, it was this new hunger when she watched Fitz drink from the maid that caused the most terror inside of her body.&nbsp; Instinctively, her tongue came to her pointed teeth as she was without any fangs to sink into her flesh.&nbsp; This hunger and this desire grew heavy inside of her body that she only wanted to tasted the delicacy of her sweet blood.<br><br>Sighing to herself, Gwendolyn had to settle for the delicious food that was brought forth for her.&nbsp; Nodding her head, she spoke in a much huskier and wanton tone to the maid.<br><br>"Yes please.&nbsp; A sandwich, a cake and some wine would be rather delectable."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 18:43:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The maid rather unsteadily brought Gwendolyn a tray in which there was one plate with a round of tomato and cucumber sandwiches on it and another plate with a pair of chocolate eclairs.&nbsp; As the maid tremblingly lifted a crystal decanter to pour a glass of the deep red wine, Fitz watched her closely and gestured as she made to take it to Gwendolyn. The maid veered off and brought the wine to Fitz instead.<br><br>"You may go now,"&nbsp; Fitz coolly informed the maid who left much as she had spent the last few minutes, with a manner resembling that of a startled rabbit.&nbsp; Fitz held the glass in his left hand and pulled a glass rod from his pocket.&nbsp; He placed the rod in the wine and bit into his thumb.&nbsp; Resting the wounded thumb on the top of the rod, he let the blood trickle down it into the wine for some moments, until the wound appeared to spontaneously close.&nbsp; He swirled the rod around, stirring his blood into the wine and then withdrew it, licking the rod before stowing it in his pocket.<br><br>"I think this will suit your taste better now," Fitz said, handing Gwendolyn the glass.&nbsp; "Let's take our seats, the second act is about to start."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 21:16:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking a sandwhich along with one of the chocolate eclairs, she positioned the two items on a tiny plate as she coyly watched Fitz interact with the obviously fearful maid.&nbsp; A part of her felt some odd sympathy towards the young woman.&nbsp; She looked so scared and terrified along with a new shade of pale as the blood inside of her began to beat rapidly from her heart.&nbsp; Gwendolyn remembered being in the same position so many days ago as the fear of the unknown began to creep inside of her mind.&nbsp; Closing her eyes, she hoped for the young woman's recovery and that she would not remember any of what happened here tonight.<br><br>Taking the glass from Fitz, the mixture of the blood and wine was much too intoxicating.&nbsp; Even with the food in her hand, the blood seemed like a better opportunity to satisfy her hunger.&nbsp; The wine was her lifeblood and all that she ever wanted.&nbsp; She did not need the delicious food to satisfy her desire.&nbsp; No, she only needed the perfect blood.<br><br>"Thank you...and let's..."<br><br>With a shaking voice, Gwendolyn returned to her seat as the opera was about to begin once again.&nbsp; The wine danced on her lips as she took a small drink of the intoxicating concoction.&nbsp; Fitz's blood made the wine that much sweeter and that more decant to her senses.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 23:07:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz was not about to let an opera get in the way of their enjoyment.&nbsp; So as the orchestra began to play, heralding the start of the second act, he slipped into the seat beside Gwendolyn.<br><br>"I'm glad you liked the wine, my pet," he said, leaning over to whisper in her ear. "I hope you don't mind me whispering like this, for we shouldn't disturb the rest of the audience with our idle chatter."&nbsp; And with the end of the sentence, he lowered his head, letting his lips rub a gentle line down the side of her neck from her ear to the angle of her shoulder, where he kissed her with exquisite tenderness.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 22:07:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do you fully believe that you can keep me silent, my dark love?"<br><br>The singers, the stage and all of the audience faded into the background as Gwendolyn's sole focus was on the man next to her.&nbsp; His breath tickled her ear as she flicked her hair to let her strawberry blond tresses fall on the other side of her head.&nbsp; The soft and gentle skin of her neck was there for the taking as the porcelain reflection shimmered in the soft light of the theatre.<br><br>She turned her head as her heated whisper came against his ear.&nbsp; It was painted with the desire that could only be kindled by his touch and by his passion.<br><br>"Tell me more.&nbsp; Tell me what I have become.&nbsp; Tell me of your future endeavors...for me..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 01:10:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Better," Fitz replied, kissing Gwendolyn's left earlobe and then trailing his lips from her ear and along the line of her jaw and around her throat.&nbsp; As he gently kissed her voice box, he almost growled against her soft, sensitive skin there.&nbsp; "I have made you better, pet, stronger, faster and more than secure against the likes of Alienor."&nbsp; He licked his tongue up her throat to the poit of her chin almost as a form of punctuation before looking into her eyes from very close.<br><br>"I have marked you, Gwendolyn," he said, his face oddly serious. "I have marked you as mine and there are very few who would dare try to trespass where I have so marked. Certainly none here."&nbsp; He smiled and his teeth shone whitely againd the red of his lips.<br><br>"If I am to remain in this city, I should need someone to take care of my affairs during the sunlit hours."&nbsp; Fitz, leaned closer, the fingers of his left hand gently stroking her shoulders, all pretence of watching the opera gone now.&nbsp; "So are you up to this task?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 21:57:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwendolyn's body instinctively hardened at even the mention of the name 'Alienor'.&nbsp; She would make sure to use her powers to good use and get rid of that annoyance.&nbsp; She had to harness her newfound strength and cunning to return to her exactly what she had done.&nbsp; That old witch thought that she could seduce Gwendolyn.&nbsp; Bah!&nbsp; Gwendolyn ruled the world of seduction in the mortal world and it was now her turn in the immortal realm.<br><br>"Yes, Sir.&nbsp; I am your servant of your wishes and of your desires.&nbsp; I shall be the eyes and ears that you lack.&nbsp; My love, we will forever be as one."<br><br>The skin of her neck was still a bit tender from the recent puncture of his teeth as it seemed to weaken any defense that she might have had left.&nbsp; By now, she was completely enraptured with his temptation much like the first night.&nbsp; In fact, it might have been stronger as her lips began to move along his jawline breathing warmly against his sculpted face.&nbsp; The softest of kisses planted warmly on him as they slowly began to trail down his neck.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 17:16:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz was gratified at how swiftly the almost alchemical change wrought by his blood was possessing Gwendolyn.&nbsp; She was no longer the merely mortal woman that he had encountered at the Endersby wedding.&nbsp; There was, to his eyes more substance to her, a presence that she had lacked before.&nbsp; This would be more than obvious, he thought, when they were to finally leave the opera house, for she would draw the eyes of the crowd there, though none would know exactly why.&nbsp; Of course, that would be nothing compared with what would be were she made as he.<br><br>Already, he saw by the beating of the pulse in her throat, the heightened hungers of her new state had begun to affect her.&nbsp; And with that thought, he began to respond to her kisses and he slowly began to undo the laces of her bodice.&nbsp; There would be time enough to train her in her new responsibilities after the rest of the opera.<br><br>And with that thought, as his questing fingers exposed a succulent slice of her breast, Fitz pressed his lips to the creamy skin and tantalized its nerves with the faintest grazing of his fangs.&nbsp; He smiled and stroked along the side of her face and chuckled throatily.<br><br>"So do you really want to see the rest of the opera?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 21:06:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That all depends, My Dark Lord....."<br><br>Gwendolyn's breathy words filled with warmth and pure unadulterated desire as her skin grew alive to the taste of his lips.&nbsp; The tight corset of her gown had showcased her womanly bosom for all of the world to see and now Fitz was making most of his opportunity.&nbsp; A shiver ran throughout her body as a quiver vibrated her lips against his ear.&nbsp; Yes, the doubt had finally died and Gwendolyn was only left with the desire that he had instilled in her.<br><br>But, even now, it felt more powerful than any other she could remember.&nbsp; It was that unbreakable bond that had been thrust onto her that made each kiss and every passion stronger than she could ever crave.&nbsp; It made Fitz absolutely irresistible and destroyed any defenses that she might have.&nbsp; Feeling the wetness grow between her thighs, Gwendolyn whispered her words as they spoke of her truest desires.<br><br>"...what alternative did you have for the evening?&nbsp; Surely...you cannot think of anything more passionate than a beautiful display at the Opera..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 21:00:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just Fitz will do," Fitz said with a smile, licking up the side of Gwendolyn's neck.&nbsp; It wouldn't do for one of his superiors in the clan to hear her call him by such an overblown title.&nbsp; He wasn't quite sure which would be worse, the weight of the clan hierarchy's displeasure if they disapproved or the scornful ridicule he should have to bear if, instead they were amused. "I'm sure you can put all of the respect of the title into the way you say my name, can't you?"<br><br>Before Gwendolyn could answer, Fitz began to peel away her clothing as surely as he had peeled away her resistance earlier.&nbsp; As each garment was removed, Fitz pressed his lips to the newly exposed skin and tantalised her supersensitive nerve endings with myriad licks, nibbles and feathersoft kisses.<br><br>Soon, she was all but naked and Fitz was using the entirety of her nakedness to paint sensations over her skin.&nbsp; His hand slipped low and stroked slowly up her inner thighs and he leaned close to whisper into her ear.<br><br>"So, my love, what is your desire?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 22:43:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The act and the atmosphere was so salacious and so devious that Gwendolyn's skin could almost crawl off her body.&nbsp; The lovely box overcasting the crowded opera seemed to be in the direct spotlight as the heightened dance of their passionate lovemaking began to take forth.&nbsp; Shrouded in the candle light, Gwendolyn's soft skin had taken an almost morbidly angelic quality to it as her new transformation seemed to take away any life buried inside of her.<br><br>She felt herself react much like the first night as her tight gown was stripped away.&nbsp; The firm corset finally relaxed and allowed her heavy bosom to breathe again.&nbsp; The darkness was the perfect backdrop to the lovely curls of her strawberry blond hair.&nbsp; Turning her naked body away from the edge of their private booth, Gwendolyn moved closer to him as her hand pushed firmly against his chest.<br><br>"I want you to make me scream louder than that of the singers below..."<br><br>Her decadent whisper was tainted in her pure lust as she gripped the lapels of his jacket.&nbsp; With her new found strength, she pulled both of them down to the floor of the box as she made sure to have Fitz land on top of her naked body.&nbsp; Grinning proudly at her sudden and drastic action, her neck leaned up from the floor as her lips softly began to kiss him once more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 20:28:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz wasn't about to ruin a few centuries of hiding in plain sight by letting the ecstasy of a bound mortal draw attention to his feeding.&nbsp; Yet he was also loathe to deny her what she wanted, for he had learned that pleasure can enslave far more thoroughly than any force or fear.&nbsp; He had let her stray and then demonstrated to her that her desire would just bring her back.&nbsp; Now was the time to reward her and simultaneously bind her more closely.<br><br>It was a moderately difficult effect to produce, but it was by no means impossible to utilise blood magic to prevent any sound leaking from the box.&nbsp; Indeed, he had already set things up to deter any casual observer from looking too closely at the occupants of the box.&nbsp; It was a matter of making the box even more unremarkable to those in the theatre, so that they disregarded completely anything they heard from within it.&nbsp; Or, he thought, making the noises they made something that everyone else completely ignored.<br><br>Biting his tongue, Fitz let his mouth fill with his blood and he licked his lips, anointing them with the crimson fluid.&nbsp; The wound in his tongue healing itself, he uttered a few harshly accented words in dead language and shared a bloody kiss with Gwendolyn.&nbsp; There was a sudden momentary weakness and Fitz knew he had been successful.<br><br>"Make as much noise as you want, my love," he whispered against Gwendolyn's bloodied lips before kissing her deeply.&nbsp; Twining his tongue around hers, he kept the kiss going until the woman's lungs must surely burn for want of air and then, easing her thighs apart, he slid between them and began to undo his trousers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 04:27:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ever since the transformation, Gwendolyn had become well aware of the magic that wrapped around the small room.&nbsp; It felt like a vibrating force that permeated each moment inside of the box.&nbsp; It wasn't something that she could clearly see, but it was a presence that wrapped around her like the warm hands of a lover.&nbsp; She could not question such activities because it was something she could not put her finger on.&nbsp; How could someone speak about something that which they have no words for?<br><br>Gwendolyn only lived and breathed for what she could touch and feel.&nbsp; The powerful sensations that ran through her body whenever her lips pressed solely against Fitz's.&nbsp; The blood was the sweet toxin that spiced up their lovely kiss as it caused the young woman to only want more.&nbsp; As she pressed fully against his lips, she felt her breath being taken away from her.&nbsp; The very life that she held inside of her body was ripped through her throat in their powerful embrace.&nbsp; Feeling her heartbeat increase inside of her chest, she desperately gasped for air from a moment of sweet freedom.<br><br>Her slender and knowing hand helped in the removal of his clothing.&nbsp; Working free his shirt and then helping with his trousers, she knew what was coming between them and it was something she desired now more than ever before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 18:54:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz was not long in claiming what Gwendolyn so wantonly offered him.&nbsp; Sinking between her open thighs, he slid into her, pushing his hips forward until their bodies rubbed urgently together.&nbsp; And then, just as he could feel her pulse beat and throb around him, he began to pull back, arching his back, so that his face was lowered to press his lips against the passionate beating of her heart.<br><br>The kiss he left there was equally passionate: a long press of his lips with a strong suck on her skin, as though he meant to drink of her heart's blood directly, without even a bite.&nbsp; And as his lips pulled away with a soft pop, he slammed his hips forward once more. pumping them rhythmically, faster and faster with more than mortal stamina.&nbsp; He watched her through lidded eyes as he thrust in time with his own rising passions.&nbsp; Yet the greatest desire, lust even, that he felt was not that engendered by the carnal pleasures afforded by her lush body. It was instead a dark feral lust for the vital fluid pumping through her veins.<br><br>And so, as he drove her to still more intense moments of ecstasy, he watched and waited for the moment when he could seal her climax with the caress of his fangs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 22:12:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gasping at the intrusion in the warm walls of Gwendolyn's body, she did not realize how much she missed Fitz's presence between her.&nbsp; Desperately, she kissed him with all of her might as their locked embrace quelled any of the loud and intimate noises that were escaping from her passionate lips.&nbsp; At this moment, Gwendolyn wondered why she ever denied him in the first place as the intense and powerful sensation was one that she could never fight against.&nbsp; To finally turn off reality and live in the dark embrace of her passions.<br><br>Her hands wrapped tightly around his neck as she held securely to his body with all of her might.&nbsp; Her body began to glisten and glow as her heart wanted to escape from its bodily prison.&nbsp; Her sharp nails dug into his skin as they pushed fully into his sweet flesh.&nbsp; Moving in time with his thrusting, her moaning quickly began to increase as his powerful hips were spiking her desire like never before.<br><br>The blood inside of her began to flow like a raging river as it begged to escape from its confines.&nbsp; Her heart pumping wildly, the blood was moving through her and was in its purest form.&nbsp; Dragging her nails up his back, Gwendolyn did not know how much longer she could take as the intense dance of seduction was reaching its peak.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 17:50:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Fitz felt the quivers in Gwendolyn's body that told him her pleasure was peaking, as he heard the increased intensity in her moans that spoke of the urgency of her need, as he saw the glazing of her eyes that communicated the extremity of her passion, he, too, was infected by the reckless abandon that had overtaken her.&nbsp; His voice, so soft in her ear, became harsh with guttural growls of desire and his body responded to the tension in hers with eager, almost convulsive, thrusting.<br><br>Soon, he was less the calculating regnant binding his pet to him as one possessed by the pleasure of their coupling.&nbsp; He moaned, groaned and thrust deeply into her, his lips and teeth teasing the sensitive skin of her throat until, eventually, he yielded to the lust that her ready response to his temptations had wrought in him.&nbsp; With a howl of ecstasy, he convulsed on top of her, flooding her with his icy passion and, even as he spurted inside her, he took her throat with his fangs and began to drink deeply, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of her warm, red life.<br><br>Cradling her almost protectively in his arms, he felt her body shudder and he sensed more than felt her heart begin to flutter.&nbsp; He liked her wounds closed and then further licked them to heal them.&nbsp; He wanted nothing to mar the beauty of one so publically bound to him.&nbsp; He held her close and leaned towards her to kiss her forehead with exquisite tenderness and then sat silently stroking her hair.&nbsp; Looking out from the box, he saw that the opera had entered the final act and soon it would be over.&nbsp; An oddly curved smile graced his lips and he watched the scene played out before him, holding his unconscious lover until she awakened.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 17:54:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The rising passions were spiking like never before inside of Gwendolyn.&nbsp; She never had a moment that was like this before as her body and soul began to crave Fitz yet again.&nbsp; He was the succulent and the perfect drug for her body.&nbsp; She desperately tried to quit him and reject the burning feelings that were impossible to deny.&nbsp; By now, Gwendolyn realized that she was forever linked to Fitz.&nbsp; It was more than the erotic dance of their bodies as it grew beyond the pleasures of their flesh.<br><br>As their bodies began to reach their peak, Gwendolyn felt the familiar sensation just begging to be released from its cage.&nbsp; It happened so quickly that she did not realize all of the quick moments that went so suddenly.&nbsp; His release was the trigger as hers came just moments afterwards when he sank his fangs into her delicate neck.&nbsp; She screamed in her dark pleasure as her release was only heightened by the blood being drained from the wounds in her neck.&nbsp; Her loud moaning went along until even the sound of her voice was taken from her.&nbsp; Gasping in her shock, darkness claimed her once again as her naked body collapsed onto his own.<br><br>Her lifeless form laid on top of him for what felt like an eternity.&nbsp; Slowly, the young woman's head began to stir on top of his chest.&nbsp; The luxurious strawberry blond hair swept against his naked chest as her sparkling green eyes slowly fluttered awake.&nbsp; Absently, her hand went up to her neck to try and find the wound where he had taken a large amount of her life.&nbsp; The loss of blood made her skin quite pale as she felt weaker than ever before.&nbsp; Speaking in her softest whisper, Gwendolyn could not find the holes from his fangs.<br><br>"Are you satisfied....my love?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 14:14:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"For the time being."<br><br>Fitz's voice was soft and could hardly be heard amid the sounds of the opera's ending.&nbsp; In the meantime, he had dressed and now she was awake, Fitz began to dress Gwendolyn, his fingers lightly caressing her as he pulled her clothes onto her.&nbsp; He gently pressed is lips to hers in a seemingly chaste kiss which was anything but. He let all of the memories of their union burn through that kiss onto her lips before he whispered against them.<br><br>"The qustion is, pet, are you satisfied?"&nbsp; He smiled as he dropped that hot coal of an idea into her lap and licked his lips, his tongue tantalising her mouth as a result.&nbsp; "Does desire burn in your blood now?&nbsp; Do you ache and yearn for more?&nbsp; Do you crave that which only I, now, can give you?"&nbsp; <br><br>Without waiting for her to answer, Fitz stood an held out his arms to Gwendolyn.&nbsp; It was time to leave this place, time for him to fully assert his control of her in her own home.&nbsp; "If you want more, sweet Gwendolyn." he all but crooned, "Take me to your home and prepare the wine cellar for me.&nbsp; Then you can have me with you always..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 22:29:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The soft blue and white of Gwendolyn's gown seemed to be much darker then when she initially put on the gown.&nbsp; Her skin had lost much of its life, but it did not deter from any of her beauty.&nbsp; In fact, it only made her illusion that much more greater.&nbsp; In fact, with the colors of her gown and iridescent skin, Gwendolyn had almost taken the form and look of the Ice Queen that had become so popular in many fairy tales.&nbsp; The soft curls of her strawberry blond hair had taken a much deeper tone as it contrasted beautifully with the pale exterior of her outfit.&nbsp; It seemed that her transformation had done wonders to her new appearance.<br><br>"My love..."<br><br>Gwendolyn's pale lips pained for more of a taste from Fitz.&nbsp; She had thought that she had satisfied the never ending desire, but just the simple feel of his lips had only made her want more of him.&nbsp; In fact, it felt like what she had experienced could only pale into comparison to the promises that he was bestowing upon her being.&nbsp; Aching and whimpering with a new passion, Gwendolyn held onto his cold hands as her shaking knees tried to support her new form.<br><br>"Always?&nbsp; I pray that is a promise for I feel my heart would shatter if we were to ever part..."<br><br>Her soft and gentle whisper hinted at the burning desperation that yearned inside of her body.&nbsp; Gwendolyn now craved the desire that only Fitz could provide for her.&nbsp; Adding to the succulent taste of his blood, she now wanted and need him more than any man she had ever known.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 18:02:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was late when they returned to Gwendolyn's home; the chimes of midnight had struck long ago, before they left the opera house.&nbsp; Indeed, it had been quite some time after the opera's end when they had left the opera house and made their way through the deserted streets.<br><br>"Quick, pet," Fitz said, as Gwendolyn fumbled with the key to the front door.&nbsp; "Quick, the dawn is but a few hours away and I must be safe from the sun's light ere it rises."&nbsp; Fitz frowned at the somewhat archaic tone of his words and remembered that it had been a century at least since he had had such a bound servant.&nbsp; His lips quivered as he decided that the vulgar term for such a one, a ghoul, would hardly be fitting in this case.&nbsp; Still, he thought, it was amusing to consider what her reaction to being called such would be.&nbsp; Certainly, Alienor, when she next encountered Gwendolyn, would be certain to use the term and in as unflattering a term as possible.<br><br>It took some thirty minutes thereafter to make the wine cellar a suitable temporary dwelling for Fitz.&nbsp; He had burned some of his blood to gain the necessary strength to manhandle a chaise-longue down to the cellar and to move some of the wine racks about without apparent effort.&nbsp; It would, of course, be made more luxurious over the next few days but for now, it would suffice.<br><br>"So, pet," Fitz purred, taking Gwendolyn into his arms once they were back in the upper house.&nbsp; "How can I reward you for being such a gracious hostess?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 17:58:10</strong>
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				Quickly, Gwendolyn made sure to have Fitz into the comfort and safety of her new home.&nbsp; She had lost any sense of time when she was with her new Master.&nbsp; In fact, everything had faded around her when she was with him.&nbsp; In his mere presence only two prevailing feelings seemed to dominate her heart and desire.&nbsp; Her unquenchable thirst for his blood that burned brighter than ever before.&nbsp; As she watched him create his sanctuary in her wine cellar, Gwendolyn could focus on the blood that was inside of him.&nbsp; More than ever, she just wanted another taste to feel the succulent liquid drizzle down her throat.&nbsp; It was the most luxurious taste that she could ever imagine as it would be impossible to live without it!<br><br>Besides his blood, there was a new feeling that had been beginning to evolve inside of her heart.&nbsp; In fact, it had just started this evening during the opera.&nbsp; It was a desire that burned just as brightly as his blood.&nbsp; Melting in his arms, Gwendolyn looked up to him as her heart spoke past her lips.<br><br>"Master, I....I cannot hide my want any longer..."<br><br>Gwendolyn knew that this side of her was because of the transformation by him.&nbsp; She didn't know how to explain or even express the new desire inside of her.&nbsp; After taking a deep breath, her dazzling green eyes stared up into his as she put into words her want as a Ghoul.<br><br>"Master....please allow me....the privilege and pleasure....of serving you and obeying your every whim.&nbsp; I cannot deny my heart any longer..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 15:11:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz was gratified by how readily Gwendolyn had taken to her new state and he smiled at her, patting her head, almost absently before taking her into his arms and brushing his lips against hers.&nbsp; He lifted his head and smiled, almost wickedly, as he thought.<br><br>"Your service pleases me Gwendolyn," he said, releasing her from his grasp and taking a seat on the sofa.&nbsp; "Indeed, I should like to see you stretch your new abilities.&nbsp; I should be most grateful if you could move the bookcase to the other side of the room."&nbsp; Seeing her expression of surprise, disbelief and perhaps disappointment, Fitz smiled and raised a quizzical eyebrow.<br><br>"You don't think you can, pet?"&nbsp; His voice was soft and yet there was an edge if impatience in its timbre.&nbsp; &nbsp;"There is much, much more to you than meets the eye now but new abilities need to be practised, do they not?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 22:19:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwendolyn gasped and felt her heart jump out of her stomach when she felt his touch and his kiss.&nbsp; Gwendolyn had been in love in her life and she knew the dizzying sensation that it would procure.&nbsp; But, that brief moment, inside of the arms of Fitz, Gwendolyn had a moment that was deeper than love.&nbsp; It was a need and a sensation that took a hold of her entire being.&nbsp; It consumed every ounce of her and made her only focus on him.&nbsp; It was the most addictive sensation that she could ever feel as she felt like her heart would burst and her blood would explode from her veins.<br><br>However, it was only fleeting as she felt the cold grip of him away from her reach out to take her once again.&nbsp; With a heavy breath, she tried to calm herself and listen to his words.&nbsp; Before she could even contemplate his command, her body began to move towards the large and full bookshelf.&nbsp; Clenching her fist, she stopped and turned to him.&nbsp; Gwendolyn knew her strength and she could not much such an ornate piece of furniture that was filled with novels that she had read.&nbsp; Plus, she was rather exhausted from the opera and all that had transpired between them.&nbsp; Putting her gloved hands on her hips, she turned to face him with a half smile on her face.<br><br>"Love, surely you are not serious?&nbsp; I do not possess the ability nor strength to move such an item.&nbsp; I fully believe you over estimate whatever gift you have bestowed upon me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 18:50:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz's face darkened at her resistance for moment and he turned his face towards Gwendolyn to regard her with smouldering eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;He lifted a hand and covered his mouth as he coughed before he spoke.<br><br>"Is this what your promise to obey my every whim means?" Fitz asked, his words slow and measured.&nbsp; "Is this how much you trust my judgment?&nbsp; Or is it that you simply don't believe me when I say you have gained out of what we have shared?"<br><br>It was typical, Fitz thought, of a newly made ghoul not to believe in their own abilities.&nbsp; Sometimes they needed a kick up the pants to get them to overcome that reluctance to try something that would have been previously beyond them.<br><br>"Well, come on then," he said, somewhat sharply.&nbsp; "Get on with it!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 21:21:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, it is not that at all.&nbsp; I just believe you have grown delirious and that this will become some cruel joke of yours.&nbsp; But, if this is your desire, then I will comply."<br><br>It wasn't like Gwendolyn had a choice in the manner.&nbsp; Even though her words were reflecting her desires, they seemed to fall and wither before she could fully use their meaning.&nbsp; They had become shallow and meaningless.&nbsp; They were useless pawns that perished before her as her body moved towards the large bookshelf.<br><br>Moving to the side of the bookshelf, Gwendolyn looked up at the impending structure.&nbsp; It was filled with heavy novels that she had either finished reading or wanted to start reading.&nbsp; Most of them were quite large and very ornate.&nbsp; Them alone would be a marvel to move, but combine it with the large wooden frame and it gained the weight of a small home.&nbsp; Shrugging her petite shoulders as she still could not believe his command, Gwendolyn took a hold of the side of the bookcase and began to push with all of her might.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 22:23:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The bookcase moved.<br><br>Indeed, the bookcase moved surprisingly easily.&nbsp; Not that it flew across the room as if she had massively underestimated her strength, such would have been beyond belief, of course.&nbsp; What happened was simply that the bookcase moved.&nbsp; There was some resistance at first and then, the more Gwendolyn pushed, the easier it was to move the bookcase.<br><br>Soon it was over and the bookcase was placed where Fitz had asked.&nbsp; The soft sound of his applause filled the air and he stood and bowed elegantly. <br><br>"Well done, pet,"&nbsp; he said, "Well done.&nbsp; See what happens when you trust me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 22:41:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The bookcase...<em>moved.</em><br><br>The simple thought was absolutely inconceivable for the young girl as the confusion ran across her face.&nbsp; At first, Gwendolyn had thought that she had left her body as the bookcase began to move across the room.&nbsp; That she had been transferred into a different body and into a different mind.&nbsp; But, the layout of the room was distinctly hers.&nbsp; The light blue of her gown was too glaring not to realize that she still herself.<br><br>But, Gwendolyn had lost track of who she really was by the time the bookcase had stopped.&nbsp; She knew her limitations.&nbsp; She knew that there was no possibility that she could have ever moved the bookcase yesterday, but now it was a quite simple task.&nbsp; She looked down at her gloved hands and then up to the man who was responsible for what she had become.<br><br>"Love, what have you done to me?&nbsp; What.......what have I become?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 18:03:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Gwendolyn," Fitz said, "You did this all yourself.&nbsp; You chose to drink my blood, did you not?"&nbsp; He rose and in doing so, he felt the approaching sunrise dragging at his movements, slowing him with tiredness.&nbsp; He needed to get to the cellar, and soon.&nbsp; As he approached Gwendolyn, he stroked her cheek and slid his fingers into her hair at the back of her head.&nbsp; Pulling her to him, he pressed his lips to hers, looking into her eyes.<br><br>"Oh my pet," he whispered against her lips.&nbsp; "All that is happened is that you are strong where you are weak and in time you will see where you are now blind."&nbsp; His other hand moved to the small of her back and he pressed her against himself.&nbsp; "You have gifts now beyond those of merely mortal women and more than that, you have my trust.&nbsp; I must depart to sleep out the day now and it is your part to guard my slumber, the sole mortal who knows where I rest away the sunlit hours."<br><br>With those words, he slipped from her arms and stepped through the door.&nbsp; Pausing on the threshold, he stared at her, smiling.&nbsp; "Rest and eat up, my sweet," he said.&nbsp; "You'll find all of your appetites much much stronger.&nbsp; You will need to make sure you're able to keep up with me when I rise after sunset."&nbsp; And then, faster than her eye could see, he was gone, down the stairs to the cellar with the door locked behind him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 17:16:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwendolyn felt a strange warmth on her body and a peculiar moisture on her lips.&nbsp; She had been lost in her confusion and the touch of her Master.&nbsp; For the briefest of moments, nothing mattered and she no longer cared about the strange powers that had been bestowed upon her.&nbsp; All she wanted was to taste him even more and to feel his touch all over her body.&nbsp; She needed to be encompassed and surrounded by his body.&nbsp; It was when he finally left her that she was brought back from her daze.<br><br>Shaking her head, Gwendolyn locked the door to her home and retreated upstairs to undress for some rest.&nbsp; She was exhausted as well with the night being longer than expected.&nbsp; Slipping out of her gown, she retreated into her bed as the want to be with him began to thrive inside of her body.&nbsp; The choices had been all of her own doing as she was the one who had decided to play with fire.&nbsp; So, now, she was burnt and there was nothing that could be done to reverse her choice.<br><br>Drifting off to sleep, she wondered what the rest of her days would be like with the new life that had been given to her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 14:51:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At eleven a.m. the next day visitors came calling.&nbsp; The two people whom Gwendolyn received in her drawing room were Jonathan and Charlotte Endersby, newly returned from their honeymoon.&nbsp; Both bride and grrom looked well, with a bloom of health marking their cheeks with pink.<br><br>"We took only a few days," Jonathan explained.&nbsp; "The university needed me back too soon, alas."&nbsp; He reached over and gave Charlotte's hand a squeeze and the young woman looked at Gwendolyn with a smile and asked how the world had treated her in their absence.<br><br>"I have to say," Jonathan added, "That you look well, all things considered.&nbsp; A trifle pale but remarkably well.&nbsp; We were wondering, would you be interested in dining with us this evening?&nbsp; We were thinking around eight for half-past and feel free to bring a guest if you should like. Four is a much better number than three, don't you think?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 22:03:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwendolyn slept a dreamless sleep as morning came much earlier than expected.&nbsp; She had been exhausted from the past few days with the changes happening to her body.&nbsp; It was hard to see the sun and to pull herself away from her warm covers when she heard that she had guests coming to visit soon.&nbsp; Wondering who could come to visit her, she was pleasantly surprised to see Charlotte and Jonathan waiting her arrival.<br><br>They both looked beautiful and each sported a warm glow about them.&nbsp; Gwendolyn watched Charlotte's reaction to the University bringing them back so soon.&nbsp; The young bride had rolled her eyes with a warm smile as they had appeared like an old married couple already.&nbsp; Charlotte looked positively glowing and Gwendolyn wistfully wondered the different and drastic paths their lives had taken in a short amount of time.<br><br>"Of course!&nbsp; In fact, I have spending time with a patron from the wedding and I am certain that he would love to make an appearance."<br><br>Gwendolyn felt a little uneasy about speaking for her Master, but that is the only man she could think of in the situation.&nbsp; She wanted to show him off and her mind could only picture him.&nbsp; In fact, the idea of her bringing another guest seemed sickening to her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 13:58:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The hours crawled by after the Endersby's left Gwendolyn's home, but eventually, the sun began it's slow descent to the horizon.&nbsp; As&nbsp; it's last red rays flickered into darkness as it eventually crawled from the sky, the room became very still and quiet.&nbsp; The shadows were deep in the darkened room since, for some reason, Gwendolyn had neglected to light any of the oil lamps.&nbsp; There were no sounds from the cellar at all.<br><br>At last, there were noises from there and the cellar door opened and Fitz emerged, looking indefinably younger than on the previous night.&nbsp; As he caught sight of Gwendolyn, his eyes lit up and seemed to burn in their sockets with a dark heat.&nbsp; He stepped towards her and pulled her into his arms, his eyes studying her face intently.&nbsp; He let the warmth of her body soak into his cold one and then, his face lowered to hers and he brushed her lips with his as he whispered to her.<br><br>"So, my sweet pet, did you miss me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 04:25:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwendolyn could not get the image of the Endersby's out of her mind as it followed her like a ghost throughout the day.&nbsp; She had no mind to venture out into the open as she was much too exhausted from yesterday's activities to do nothing but lounge around the house.&nbsp; In the afternoon, she rested on her lonely bed as she knew that the evening would bring about even more excitement with the arrival of her Master.&nbsp; In fact, as he rested, the hours seemed to drone on incessantly and rather painfully as each moment felt like a week in her mind.<br><br>As the lamps began to burn outside the windows, Gwendolyn knew exactly what the night would bring.&nbsp; In fact, almost like clockwork, she watched the door open and the figure of her beloved Master appear before her.&nbsp; Setting down her book, she arose without a second thought and went to him as quickly as her feet would allow.&nbsp; Wrapping her arms tightly around him, she pressed her lips against his lifeless body as the freezing temperature burned her warm skin.&nbsp; Shivering slightly at his touch, she felt the uneasy feeling that had plagued her the entire evening to quickly vanish.&nbsp; Finally, she was where she belonged...<br><br>"The day is quite dull without you...Though I did get a visit from the Endersby's who invited us to dinner this evening..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 12:58:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Dinner?" Fitz asked, his left eyebrow raised quizzically.&nbsp; "You mean that I will have to pretend to be human?" He sighed in resignation and looked at her disapprovingly.&nbsp; "I suppose it's my fault.&nbsp; After all, I've not explained to much about my... condition."&nbsp; He gently disentangled her arms from him and pulled his lips into a smile.&nbsp; "You ought to know that my kind can only ingest blood.&nbsp; Anything else is..."&nbsp; His lips curled up in an expression of distaste. "Anything else is ejected pretty much immediately.&nbsp; There is a ritual I can perform that allows me to delay that vomiting in order to pass for human, but it is complicated and will take some time.&nbsp; May I use your kitchen?"<br><br>Without waiting foe Gwendolyn to answer, he strode from the room and made his way to the kitchen, locking the door behind him.&nbsp; After some thirty minutes of waiting, in which Gwendolyn could hear muffled chanting, some banging of pots and pans and some water running from the taps, Fitz emerged from the kitchen.&nbsp; His face was drawn and he looked weary but, despite this, there was a faint ruddiness to his cheeks and, when he took Gwendolyn's hands in his own to pull her to him, his hands were warm.<br><br>The facade of humanity was suddenly dropped however, as he pulled Gwendolyn closed and unceremoniously bit into the junction of her neck and shoulder.&nbsp; He drank deeply, partially restoring that which he had lost in the ritual, yet he was careful to avoid drinking so much that the perfection of his thrall's beauty was marred nor that she felt too much of an ill effect.<br><br>"I am sorry, my love," he said, after he had licked the wounds on her neck to heal them.&nbsp; "The ritual takes much from me and I need to regain it.&nbsp; I would not take any more from you, willing though you might be to give it."&nbsp; He walked over to the window and glanced at the street below.&nbsp; In the street, a young man was loitering under a streetlamp and Fitz's lips curled into a vulpine grin as he recognised him as one of Gwendolyn's hapless suitors from the Endersby's wedding.&nbsp; No doubt, the bouquet of flowers in his hand was intended as a gift to propitiate her to the point where he might be invited in to the house.<br><br>"You know," Fitz said idly, "I will need more blood soon if there are to avoid any unfortunate occurrences at the Endersby house. I see that one of your admirers is outside.&nbsp; Do you think you could convince him to come within so that I might take my nourishment before we leave?&nbsp; Then, I will have enough spare to be able to let you drink of me, if you so desire it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 23:08:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I didn't mean for it as it just sort of happened rather quickly.&nbsp; Love, I apologize...."<br><br>Gwendolyn called out to her dearest and darkest love as he entangled their arms and left her to return to the kitchen.&nbsp; She held on for as long as he would allow before she was left to stay in the room by herself.&nbsp; Suddenly, the cold breeze of the evening felt much colder than before as she realized the mistake that she had made.&nbsp; Swallowing the nervous and large lump in her throat, Gwendolyn nervously paced the room while she waited for him.&nbsp; Preparing for the dinner tonight, Gwendolyn had changed into a black evening gown. (http://www.vintage-dress.co.uk/images/80svictorian.jpg)&nbsp; The dark black color only enhanced her strawberry blond hair while the sheer fabric actually accentuated her loss of color in her skin.&nbsp; Rustling nervously, her soft curls tickled her neck and cascaded down past her shoulders as she could not stop moving while waiting for him.<br><br>Gwendolyn was rather stunned when she was Fitz return from the kitchen.&nbsp; He almost looked human and full of life as his state reminded her of him at the wedding.&nbsp; The sudden warmth of his hands caused her heart to jump as she had been so used to the cold touch of his fingers.&nbsp; Standing in shock, she was in no position to fight off his advances as he stole her lifeblood away from her neck.&nbsp; Gasping and growing weak in his touch, Gwendolyn gladly let him drink until he was full of her.&nbsp; Despite draining her, she felt life rise in her cheeks along with between her legs as she suddenly remembered the ecstasy of his lips on her neck.<br><br><em>'Drink Of Him?'</em><br><br>Fitz knew exactly what he was doing as he grabbed a hold of Gwendolyn's addiction.&nbsp; Almost immediately, her tongue licked her lips at the thought of drinking from him.&nbsp; It had been all she had thought about all day and the tease of him drinking from her was becoming too much for her to take.&nbsp; Slowly, she nodded her head and moved to the door before her voice could finally escape her lips.<br><br>"Love, are you going to end this young gentleman's life?&nbsp; Surely, he means no harm to any of us..."<br><br>She felt a little strange of having her love kill a man just for their own desire.&nbsp; Brushing a stray piece of hair, she moved to open the door and talk to the suitor while waiting for Fitz to slip into the shadow.&nbsp; Along her Master, Gwendolyn had to put on an act as well.&nbsp; She had to feign interest in the suitor along with playing the flirting game as well.&nbsp; Putting on her seductive smile, Gwendolyn once again went into the art that she had nearly perfected.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 00:56:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It had taken Rory Wellesley a great deal of effort to locate the home of the fragrant Miss Gwendolyn O'Hanlon.&nbsp; However, Rory was a resourceful and persistent young man and the memory of the beauteous Gwendolyn's flashing eyes- and her other alluring assets- was enough to keep him well motivated in the task of finding out where she lived.&nbsp; Of course, this was not the only motivation.&nbsp; The sting of his rejection and humiliation at the Endersby wedding was more than enough for him to want to set things to rights.<br><br>After all, was he not related to the Duke of Wellington?&nbsp; Did not the blood of the great general who had defeated the vile Napoleon run through his veins?&nbsp; It was ridiculous, therefore, that he could have become so inebriated after just a few glasses of cheap wine.&nbsp; He should have been the one escorting the lady from the wedding reception, not that dark haired fellow that she had chosen over him.&nbsp; It should have been the other chap who had been so loose with his tongue.<br><br>So it was that here he was, loitering outside her home clutching a dozen roses and wondering if it really was worth approaching.&nbsp; There was, he thought, the chance of a further rejection but then he remembered his illustrious relative and he stiffened his resolve.&nbsp; Waterloo was not won by faint hearts that lacked courage, so he turned and approached the front door.&nbsp; It was then, however, that his courage nearly deserted him, for at that very moment the door opened and the object of his affections stepped outside, looking even more radiant than before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 23:06:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking upon Rory, Gwendolyn felt the civil war that was battling inside of her rise towards the surface.&nbsp; Her humanity was at stake before her and it was wonderfully personified in the stature of Rory.&nbsp; She had been enticing him for quite a while and meeting him at the wedding was only a small chapter in their courtship.&nbsp; Gwendolyn knew of his heritage and she knew how she had wrapped the lad around her finger.&nbsp; With his name and wealth, she could easily live a life of luxury that would afford her stature.&nbsp; Feigning interest in the young man would be a small price to pay, but he was the least vile of creatures that she had met in the world.&nbsp; In fact, he was quite charming to the world, but just a little too bland for her tastes.<br><br>Licking her lips to moisten them softly, Gwendolyn's dark desires crept into her innocent yearnings.&nbsp; It was the darkness that was eating away in her humanity in the form of her Master that lurked in the shadows.&nbsp; The absinthe memories that blurred and enticed her senses.&nbsp; The dark red liquid that rejuvenated her and gave her life.&nbsp; The piercing of his teeth into her flesh that gave her greater pleasure than she could ever desire.&nbsp; With his eyes upon her, the darkness began to creep further into her mind.&nbsp; She didn't want ...nobody to touch her.&nbsp; She only wanted him.&nbsp; She didn't want this gentleman to offer his interest as she only wanted Fitz and only wanted his touch.&nbsp; Swallowing the lump in her throat, Gwendolyn put on her best face as she looked up to the young man with her green eyes.<br><br>"Master Wellesley, what a surprise!&nbsp; I pray that I did not give you too much of a fright as I was on my way out to meet a couple for dinner."<br><br>Gwendolyn grinned to herself as she quickly fell into her normal movements of seduction.&nbsp; The large smile on her face hid the calculated movements of the young lady as she played and toyed with his emotions.&nbsp; First, she offered her concern followed by a hook of her not being available.&nbsp; Always be unattainable before she sunk in her claws.<br><br>"However, with you here, I think that I might have to be fashionably late.&nbsp; Please, come inside as you should not be waiting outside when you have bought such lovely roses."<br><br>...sometimes, it is just too easy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 17:10:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Wellesley entered Gwendolyn's home, Fitz had disappeared.&nbsp; Wellesley was, of course unaware that anyone else had actually been there, so he came in and, looking at the bewitching beauty before him he held out the flowers to her once more.&nbsp; He blinked a little, as if someone were shining a bright light into his eyes and he muttered to her.<br><br>"I know these blooms do not compete with the flower of your beauty, but I should very uch like you to accept them as a token of my undying regard."&nbsp; The sentence was long and somewhat clumsy and it's sentiment was further marred by the frequent "umms", "ahs" and "ers" with which Wellesley punctuated it.&nbsp; He followed her into the drawing room and once more found himself overwhelmed by the preternatural grace with which she moved.&nbsp; She was, if it were possible, lovelier than when he had fallen under her spell at the wedding, and as she turned to face him, he fell to his knees without thinking.<br><br>"My dear Miss O'Hanlon," he declaimed, "Since the moment I first saw you, I have been smitten, smitten I say, with love for you.&nbsp; You are the rarest flower in this sceptered isle and I should very much be the happiest and most fortunate man in England if you were to consent to my playing suit to you, with the intention that, one day soon, I should be granted the ultimate honour of your hand in marriage."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 21:37:53</strong>
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				With the roses pushed into her grasp, Gwendolyn took them gently from his hands.&nbsp; Sliding her delicate touch across his for just the slightest of moments, she took the flowers and held them close to her body.&nbsp; She let the intoxicating scent waft over her as she brought them up into towards her delicate nose.&nbsp; It was the simple joys of life that she had been missing and the simple act of bringing flowers touched a small part of her heart.&nbsp; However, it was hard to look over the fumbling of his words and actions.&nbsp; She knew that her beguiling atmosphere had entranced him, but it seems to her that he was drowning in it.<br><br>Even before she met Fitz, she had been looking for somebody who could match her in the dance of seduction, the battle of wits and the mind games that she enjoyed playing.&nbsp; Most of the time, she would crush her partners as they became another victim in her wake.&nbsp; It was growing impossibly difficult to find any gentlemen who would be willing to meet her exceedingly high standards.&nbsp; She wagered that Wellesley could not even pass one.&nbsp; He was too nervous, too insecure and too innocent to do anything for Gwendolyn.&nbsp; In fact, the boy was much more of a child in her eyes as he fell to his knees before her.<br><br><em>Marriage?!?!</em><br><br>Gwendolyn did not know if she was ready to settle down for that type of commitment.&nbsp; She wasn't Charlotte who fell so quickly for her love and settle down just as quickly.&nbsp; Waiting for his words to register, she held the flowers close to her as she looked down to the young boy.&nbsp; She wondered what she could do about him.&nbsp; She knew that her true Master was ready for nourishment and was watching her every moment from the shadows.&nbsp; With a knowing smile, Gwendolyn put on her best smile and took the role of a lead actress.<br><br><em>All the world truly is a stage...</em><br><br>"Sir Wellesley, are you....are you asking for my hand in courtship?&nbsp; I had hoped with all of my being that you would fulfill my heart's desires..."<br><br>With a warm and enchanting smile, she took his hands to help him rise on his feet.&nbsp; Looking up to him with her soft and tender green eyes, she licked her lips and moved closer to him as her words fell into a soft whisper.<br><br>"I do believe that we should seal our agreement and continue further what was destined to be at the wedding..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 16:38:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz wasn't in the shadows, he was jounging on Gwendolyn's bed watching proceedings in a bowld of water to which a few drops of his blood had been added.&nbsp; While the image in the bowl crried no sound, Fitz was a good enough lip reader to tell what was going on.&nbsp; He smirked as he watched the hapless young noble and when the young twit fell to his knees, that smirk became a calculating smile.&nbsp; He rose from the bed and silently made his way down to the drawing room.<br><br>He waited in the hall beside the door and, when Gwendolyn led young Wellesley out, he pounced, his fangs taking the youth in his neck before he even realised he was attacked.&nbsp; By then, of course, it was too late for Wellesley, as the dark ecstasy of Fitz's bite rolled over him in an irresistible wave of bliss.&nbsp; <br><br>Bearing the youth's weight in his arms, Fitz, drank deelply before licking the wound closed.&nbsp; He rested the semi-conscious youth against the wall and then rose to stand by Gwendolyn and whisper in her ear.<br><br>"He is very suggestible right now and will believe you are responsible for the overwhelming pleasure he has just had."&nbsp; Fitz grinned wolfishly. "You have an opportuniy here you know, to show me that you re progressing towards being ready...&nbsp; ...but the main thing is that here we have a regular donor, do we not?&nbsp; You could easily make him addicted to you, binding him to return each nigh, believing that you have elevated him on the heights of carnal joy and forgetting the real reason for the bliss that has brought him to near oblivion." <br><br>Fitz looked at Gwendolyn and then back at Wellesley. The youth was weakened by Fitz's predations but not fatally so.&nbsp; However, Wellesley should be given some impetus to take care of himself, lest his health fail.&nbsp; After all, there was no point in "domesticating" him if he were going to be sickly.&nbsp; One needs a healthy herd, Fitz thought, otherwise one might as well eat "free range."<br><br>"So are you up to dominating the mind of a weaker mortal?" Fitz asked.&nbsp; "Are you ready to take control and gradually, by degrees make him your plaything?&nbsp; Of course, the first thing you will need to do- after making him forget what actually happened of course, is get him to take care of himself.&nbsp; A craving for black sausage, liver and stout should see him right."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 20:42:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a triumphant smile, Gwendolyn led him towards the drawing room.&nbsp; With her hand grasped inside of Wellesley's, she felt the strength of his grip falter and that is when she knew that her Master had struck.&nbsp; In a matter of seconds, it happened so quickly as Gwendolyn's eyes went to watch the hapless youth begin to falter under his own power.&nbsp; Watching her Master drink from their prey was incredibly arousing and intoxicating that she desperately wanted to be a part of it.&nbsp; She just wanted one lick and one drink from them to satisfy her never ending desire.&nbsp; She didn't just want it, she desperately needed it.<br><br>Looking at the man's prone state, Gwendolyn could tell that their was still some life left in the man.&nbsp; Fitz had not killed him, but the proposition he suggested was rather intriguing.&nbsp; If they could drink from the same man each night, no longer would her Master need to hunt and kill helpless humans.&nbsp; They could continue to drink from the proverbial well and not harm a soul.&nbsp; Sir Wellesley would continue to live his life blissfully unaware of what truly happened in the walls of Gwendolyn's abode.<br><br>"Mi'Lord, if you are comfortable with another gentleman chasing after myself, then I will be ready to continue to toy with our little mouse here.&nbsp; I know that I would enjoy playing with my food before my appetite grew to incredible lengths..."<br><br>Like that of a Cheshire cat, Gwendolyn bent down to the young man as her fingers lightly touched his face.&nbsp; She had been quite the understated temptress before her transformation, but now the powers were mixing with her enchanting ability to make her almost completely irresistible.&nbsp; Certainly, it would be enjoyable to have a little lackey following her around as there would be great power in having a man do whatever she desired at the drop of a hat.<br><br>"Now, move him over towards the settee in the drawing room. (http://touchwoodrestorations.com/images/dsc01883.jpg)&nbsp; I need to paint him a picture of believability and passion before he is brought back to the world of the living."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 00:11:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Some thirty minutes later, a somewhat befuddled and anaemic Wellesley made his way from Gwendolyn's home with a dreamy smile gracing his lips.&nbsp; Fitz watched him depart and turned to Gwendolyn, his eyes twinkling with dark merriment.<br><br>"Oh well done, pet," he said, stepping towards her.&nbsp; He lifted his hand and stroked her cheek with the back of his forefinger.&nbsp; It curled along her jawline and along the smooth curve of her shoulder.&nbsp; It was yet still early in the night and it was time to settle some business.&nbsp; The finger left Gwendolyn's skin as Fitz made his way to the door.&nbsp; He turned to her, his eyes looking dark in his alabaster face.<br><br>"Shall we depart?"&nbsp; He smiled and soon enough they were approaching Elysium once more.&nbsp; The bright lights of the tavern shone out against the darkness of the alley.&nbsp; "You will not, this time, be subject to the whims of the others there.&nbsp; I have marked you as mine and they are going to respect that.&nbsp; Admittedly," he smirked, "Alienor's cronies may wish to test your mettle, to see if I've gone soft or not."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 04:04:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwendolyn was a rather passionate artist and she spared absolutely no detail for poor Wellesley.&nbsp; When he did finally awake, he found a half clothed Gwendolyn curled next to him along with his clothing hanging on by the lightest of threads.&nbsp; Several of the items inside the drawing room were now on the floor and he could feel the taste of her lipstick on his lips.&nbsp; The scene of exquisite passion was portrayed perfectly for him as the intoxicating feeling ran throughout his body.&nbsp; Gwendolyn smiled to herself and played her part as a satisfied sexual conquest and she knew that he would return for such an intoxicating affair many times over.<br><br>Her confidence grew as they walked closer to the Elysium.&nbsp; She was a changed woman and she no longer feared the drones that had made up the inhabitants.&nbsp; In fact, she was actually looking forward to seeing Alienor and her cronies as she would love to show off her new self to her.&nbsp; Licking her lips and keeping the focus on the evening, Gwendolyn nodded her head as a large smile grew on her face.<br><br>"I would desperately love to prove them incorrect along with putting that old biddy in her place."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Per me si va tra la perduta gente (Neroon and Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 21:16:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The lights of Elysium shone brightly in the darkness of the narrow alley through which all of its visitors had to pass.&nbsp; Fitz stood tall over her, his hair a dark cloud that seemed to cloak them in shadows.&nbsp; The bar's patrons did indeed step back from them as they approached.<br><br>Well, most of them did.&nbsp; A corpulent man of middle years emerged from a booth in the shadows.&nbsp; His eyes were unusually dark and burned in his too-pale face with the force of his personality.&nbsp; He strode over to the two of them and if the bar's denizens drew back at Fitz and Gwendolyn's approach, then they positively fled at the newcomer's appearance.<br><br>"Ewan Fitz-Starfell, you have some explaining to do," the corpulent vampire said.&nbsp; He glanced at Gwendolyn and dismissed her with little more than a glance.&nbsp; "Leave your ghoul here and explain why the Alienor has summoned me here to explain why one of my subordinates feels he has the right to threaten her in her own domain."&nbsp; With that the two of them withdrew to the shadowy booth, leaving Gwendolyn to th mercy of the approaching Alienor.<br><br>"So newly enghouled, are we?" Alienor's soft purr nevertherless held a touch of challenge.&nbsp; "Do not fear, I'll not try to take you from your master. However, for the time being we will teach you your place."&nbsp; And with her words a half-dozen og her ghouls stepped forwards to surround the suddenly isolated Gwendolyn.<br><br>"Boys, let me know when this wench has learned her station," Alienor said, as she turned and swept upstairs.
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