The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)
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				Title: <strong>The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 00:58:48</strong>
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				Graham Davis had never heard of his uncle Martin until after he died. Apparently the old man had been something of a recluse, living alone on an estate fifty miles from the city since before Graham was born thirty-two years ago. He felt like he could be a recluse himself, with no strong attachments, so the thought of inheriting the house was something of a wake-up call. <br><br>But apparently the house had only been sub-let, its owners having been away. The lawyers were trying to find them, but in the meantime, Graham was in the house, looking through his uncle's possessions.<br><br>He ran a hand through his short dark hair, squinted at the dingy light through unwashed windows with his grey eyes, and took another look at the manifest.<br><br>Old books, videos of films - seems he was something of a classic horror fan. Some shabby old clothes. And up in the attic, a full-length Victorian dressing mirror and a traveller's steamer trunk, with a painted name scratched off. Apparently this was part of his inheritance as well, as he had been left the key. <br><br>It turns in the tarnished lock and he lifts the lid...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 11:39:31</strong>
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				Upon opening the trunk, Graham could see a satin cloth covering the rest of the contents, and an envelope put neatly in the centre.<br><br>When he would turn it over, he'd see that the envelope was addressed 'To whomever it may concern'.<br><br>The satin cloth was a dark purple, with golden embroidery of blooming roses. Even with it covering the rest, he could see that underneath it were boxes that seemed to be uniform in size.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 05:38:07</strong>
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				Graham's hand rested lightly on the soft, cool satin, as his other picked up the parchment-like envelope. Moving his hand away from the luxurious material, he carefully opened the envelope and lifted out its contents.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>20-07-2012, 17:35:10</strong>
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				As he opened the envelope, he took out a letter. It was a piece of thick parchment, the same as the envelope, and as he unfolded it, he read:<br><br><em>If you read this, then you have opened the trunk. Please, do not continue. The contents are cursed. If you must inspect them, at all cost, avoid touching anything. I myself have felt the effects of the individual curses laid upon each item, and it has destroyed any chance of me returning to my former life. Steel your mind, it will be the first to go. After that, you have no hope. Close it, please, and leave this note for those to come. Above all, do not let HIM come.</em><br><br>It was signed by a woman, a lady Frances, with a date from the nineteenth century. When you lifted it from the satin, you felt hard objects underneath it, possibly jewellery.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 02:00:13</strong>
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				I read the words with mounting disbelief. A curse? <em>Really?</em> Uncle Martin must have had a funny sense of humour - he did alright by it if anything in here <em>was</em> cursed. I shake my head and set the letter aside, prodding at the hard shape under the satin, look for a corner to lift it off and see what I've inherited... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 12:44:06</strong>
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				As the satin was taken off, three boxes were visible. Upon the middle one, which was the smallest of the three, a velvet display was laid out with a beautiful diamond choker, two armbands that matched it, and a platinum ring in the middle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-07-2012, 03:43:02</strong>
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				"Whoa..." I breathe, reaching out with a suddenly quivering hand to pick up the ring...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 01:56:46</strong>
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				When your finger touched the ring, you immediately had thoughts to touch the ring more, to see it on your finger. The fingers closest to the ring have become much more frail, the nails long and shiny.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2012, 05:03:32</strong>
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				My hand stopped shaking as I slipped the ring on oer m slim finger... wait... slim? And... my nails?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>26-07-2012, 12:10:25</strong>
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				Just when you think about that, you can feel those thoughts fading away into the background. Instead, you wonder if that choker would fit you. It would look so lovely around a beautiful woman's neck.<br><br>There were two earrings next to it as well, even those looked really inviting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-07-2012, 23:37:05</strong>
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				Wihout hesitation, I lift up the choker and slip it around my neck, figuring it out how and if I can fasten it, already planning to try the earrings as well, even though my ears are not pierced...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>28-07-2012, 23:19:45</strong>
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				The choker has a simple locking mechanism, so that one could easily put it on and take it off. But why would you ever want to take it off? The earrings, you could leave them for now. There is a strange shimmer in the air, as the two other boxes are still in the trunk, inviting you to open them and explore their contents.<br><br>---<br><br>Somewhere far away, there is a shimmer in the air, as the door of a mausoleum cracks. There is a sound coming from inside, a yawn of some sort. Silence, and then: "It's been a while.." A voice as icy as the deepest night, with a accent that was hard to place. It sounded British, but it definitely wasn't.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-07-2012, 23:29:01</strong>
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				Locking the choker in place, I feel it a little tight, then a perfect fit, it must have adjusted to my neck... or...<br><br>Eager as if I've received a present, I hurry to open the first box. Will it be something else I want to wear? The thought gives me a shiver of pleasure...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>05-08-2012, 21:46:24</strong>
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				Opening the box, you see old satin undergarments. However, before your very eyes, they shift and change, becoming what seems to be brand new lingerie. There's a corset with garters, lacey stockings and a pair of hipster panties, all exquisitely white, along with elbow-length satin gloves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-08-2012, 23:35:57</strong>
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				I stare at them, puzzled that they seemed to move, then I see them as they properly are. Without hesitation, smiling as my excitement grows, I take off my shoes, start to take off my clothes, and hurry to dress myself properly, first stepping into the panties and drawing them up my legs...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 14:30:52</strong>
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				As you pull up the panties, the hair on your legs falls out, and the skin becomes smooth and clear. They're still as firm and stocky as your legs always have been, but you know that will change when you put on the stockings. However, to put them on you need garters, and they're attached to the corset.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 19:52:03</strong>
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				How do I put it on? I lift the corset and look at it, turn it around... and I think this is the way, yes, with the cups to my chest... now, how do I tighten it properly... I want it tight as it can be...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 19:43:52</strong>
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				As you put it on, it moves into position, and tightens itself. Now, this is really weird, but for some reason it takes a lot of effort to think about what might be going on. It's much easier to think about putting on the stockings. Oh, and you're already starting to fill out the corset. You're going to look so pretty...<br><br>---<br><br>Meanwhile, a little closer from before, a car pulls in at a gas station. The driver steps out of it, and starts filling the car's tank, while from the passenger's side a figure exits the car, and enters the little shop. After three minutes, the gas tank is filled up, and the attendant's veins have been completely drained. The two leave, and head for the lonely mansion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 23:18:33</strong>
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				"Ooh," I find myself gasping as the corset laces itself tightly around me, pushing up my chest and shrinking my waist, far past where it used to go, to where it... should be...?<br><br>Yes, where it should be. Did I always want to be pretty? That doesn't matter... what matters is that I want to be pretty now... I sit and start to roll on the stockings with care, like I've done it a thousand times...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 12:57:42</strong>
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				The stockings form to your legs, shapely feminine legs, legs you've <em>always</em> wanted. As you attach them to the garters, you feel warm inside, and you know that you're not a man anymore, at least not where it counts.<br><br>The gloves are still waiting for you to put them on, and there's another box to explore.<br><br>---<br><br>The city near the mansion is bustling with life, as the nightclubs open and people get ready to party and have a good time. Ten kilometres away, a car is hurtling towards it at breakneck speed, catching the eye of a police cruiser. The car is stopped, and after five minutes, is let through. The cruiser is left behind, with two empty husks of what used to be police officers, one inside, one dead on the ground.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 17:13:38</strong>
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				I stroke my legs through the silk, so pleased with how slim and smooth they are... knowing I want to show them off... I used to love the way women with good legs showed them off... <br><br>Yes, I will always wear stockings... skirts and dresses... I want to be like that now...<br><br>I want to be the kind of woman I used to dream of...<br><br>I want to be a woman...<br><br>And... I am... <br><br>"I am a woman." I whisper it in my soft, high new voice, blushing and smiling with pleasure at this.<br><br>I slip my glossy-nailed fingers into the gleaming satin gloves, smoothing them up with the same care as my stockings, letting my arms slim down to their proper size, before turning to the box, eager to see what it will do to me...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>30-09-2012, 12:40:13</strong>
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				The last box opens as you lift the top, and inside, it seems as if something had been stuffed quite hard into it. It was a white satiny packet, and as you take it out, it unfolds into a large white wedding gown (http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZkaaTuwwZ1Y/SK5oAuS5rUI/AAAAAAAAb_Y/93gcYMsBBII/s1600/Wedding+Gown+Wedding+Dress.jpg), simply too big to have been inside the box. When you look at it, it's strange that there aren't any creases, it looks perfect.<br><br>On the bottom of the box, there's a bridal veil, and a pair of high heels (http://wedding-beauty.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Bridal-platform-shoes.jpg) to finish the outfit. And of course, the earrings from the first box were left as well...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 03:59:32</strong>
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				My heart skips a beat as I see my bridal gown waiting for me. It's a dream come true... I always wanted to be a bride... <br><br>I slip my dainty stockinged feet into my white satin shoes, giggling "I'm Cinderella..." as they fit perfectly, instantly finding my balance in the high heels. Then I start to draw the dress up my body, feeling it wrap around me, the skirts swish and flow around my legs, the bodice tighten around my corseted chest. It was made for me... I'm so lucky...<br><br>I brush out my hair, longer and glossier with every stroke, letting the soft dark curls frame my face as I skilfully apply makeup, slip in my earrings and necklace, a spritz of perfume from the bottle... that was always there, of course... and finally my veil. <br><br>I turn to the mirror, eager to see my true self, the girl I've always been revealed at last...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 19:59:07</strong>
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				As your hair grows, you notice that your face is notably more suited to a feminine physique than before. Thick, long, voluminous eyelashes frame your beautiful deep eyes, the colour your own, but more pronounced, just as your lips, and a healthy blush on your cheeks, only enhanced by the make-up.<br><br>As you look at yourself in the mirror, you know you are perfect. Breasts whose tops peek teasingly above the bodice, yet are decent enough for any wedding, dainty feminine arms encased by the satin gloves... There's no way you could want to improve yourself. And so the spell breaks.<br><br>You can still remember everything that happened, but now there's no craving to be feminine any longer. No drive to keep the clothes on, no impulse to put make-up on. You might wonder how you were able to put on make-up in the first place.<br><br>And suddenly, there's the sound of a doorbell. Someone must be at the door. And seeing as you're the only one around...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 04:05:55</strong>
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				I smile delightedly at my reflection, so proud to finally be the beautiful bride I always wished to be... always...?<br><br>I stare down at myself. How... I'm not... but it felt so... feels so... <br><br>I jump at the doorbell. Oh God, I can't let anyone see me like this! <br><br>But I'm already swaying towards the door, reaching to open it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 22:49:09</strong>
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				As you open the door, you see two figures. One is slightly unassuming, though the look in his eyes showed that he wasn't himself very much, the other...<br><br>The other was tall, and handsome. Definitely handsome. He wasn't dark, he was pale, almost sickly. His eyes, however, showed a fierceness in them, and an age that made him seem unearthly. He had a mane of flowing black hair, neatly swept back. Stepping into the house, he was wearing a police officer shirt, without the badges and patches; they had been ripped off. His trousers, however, were cut in an old style, and seemed to have been eaten by moths and worms. Turning towards you, he says: "Another has fallen prey to my wife's old heirlooms. I feel terribly sorry about the whole thing. Seeing as there's little to remedy your situation, however, I will try and support you as well as I can." Bowing, he looks up at you, and asks: "May I know your name, milady?"<br><br>The unassuming man closed the door, and walked into the house as if hypnotised. After a moment you could hear the movement of china in the kitchen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 00:51:52</strong>
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				My deep blue eyes look up to the man's, as I feel unable to look away.<br><br>"Come in," I whisper, and he steps inside, looking down at me, reminding me of how petite... how girlish I now am.<br><br>As he bows, I find myself gathering my lustrous skirts to the side so that I can curtsey to him deeply.<br><br>"There is... no need to feel sorry..." I murmur, my eyes rising to meet his again. For a moment, I thought that I did not want this... but that is not true. I feel a shiver of pleasure when he calls me 'milady', then consider what my name is. Who am I?<br><br>"My name is Grace."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 15:18:20</strong>
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				The man smiled sweetly at her as she curtsied for him. "But there is.." he said, looking at her. "The dress changed you, didn't it?" he asked. "It made you...who you really want to be." At her name, he laughed. "And what a graceful woman you are. I believe Joe is making us some tea in the kitchen. Would you join me?" The way he said it made it sound like it wasn't a request at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 02:09:59</strong>
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				She considered the stranger's words. She remembered not wanting to be a woman... but the idea seemed impossible now, <em>how</em> could she not want to be beautiful, to wear such lovely clothing, to be worthy of the attentions of men like this? <br><br>She did not hesitate to take his hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 00:43:02</strong>
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				Entering the living room, the man had her sit on the sofa, as he walked to the fire. With a snap of his fingers, the old, spider-web covered logs burst into fire, as it crackled pleasantly, warming up the old room.<br><br>As the other man brought them tea, the tall, handsome man spoke. "I will take you to be my wife, and live again in this old mansion of mine. Would you like that? We can have balls every week, and soirées every night. Maison Rosewood will be full of life once more!" At that, there was no lightning strike, nor was there thunder. The man seemed disappointed at that. "My name is Gregory Rosewood, heir to the House of Rosewood and Jefferson." he said, bowing to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 02:45:43</strong>
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				She sat, holding her sumptuous skirts under her to keep them from creasing, as she watched him enchant the house as sure as she had been enchanted... make it as it should be, as she had been.<br><br>She rose to her feet as he turned and offered to make her his wife, nodding without even thinking about it. As he bowed, she curtseyed deeply, exhibiting a lady's perfect manners.<br><br>"Yes. Please, make me your wife."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 17:11:48</strong>
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				"I will." he said, smiling at her. She was so lovely, he could just jump her on the spot, but he managed to retain himself. As 'Joe' came into the living room with tea, the man shook his head. "No tea, Joe, we need champagne. The lady wishes to marry me!~"<br><br>Moving close to her, he said: "I'm so glad you put on that dress. I wouldn't have met you if you hadn't. This is the beginning of a glorious time." he said, as he kissed her deeply on the mouth.<br><br>-THE END-
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vampire's Trap (Beatrice Black and Irolon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 00:28:14</strong>
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				"As soon as I saw it... I knew... this was who I want to be." Grace whispered and blushed as the man drew her close, and shut her eyes as she surrendered completely willingly to his kiss.<br><br><strong>The End</strong>
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