A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon)
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				Title: <strong>A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>08-11-2008, 21:40:06</strong>
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				Anselm von Lothringen rode through the Alsatian forest with almost reckless abandon, his brown hair streaming behind him in the light of the setting sun.&nbsp; The baying of his hounds was nearer now and he knew that he'd be first of the hunting party to reach their quarry, for he had left the others behind; none were as hard on the chase- or as reckless- as he.&nbsp; He readied one of the three spears he bore and spurred his horse forward.<br><br>Suddenly, the boar burst from the bushes, causing Anselm's horse to rear.&nbsp; He fought to control it, but the emergence of the hounds shortly afterwards made the task impossible and Anselm fell from the saddle.&nbsp; It was a testament to his agility that he landed without skewering himself with the spear.&nbsp; He rolled to his feet in time to see the boar bearing down on him and he barely braced his spear in time to take the brute in the chest with it as it crashed into him.&nbsp; He pushed the boar's cooling corpse off him and stood, just as the rest of the hunting party arrived.&nbsp; He raised his hand in salute and laughed with only slight trace of weariness.<br><br>"Ho, Gunther!," Anselm called.&nbsp; "What kept you?&nbsp; If you're going to be late for the kill, you can carry the carcass back."&nbsp; Gunther looked at him sourly but was unwilling to argue with his older brother, at least not in front of the others of the party, who by now had arrived.<br><br>"And what will you be doing, brother?" Gunther asked.<br><br>"I'm going to get my horse shoed," Anselm replied.&nbsp; "There's a farrier not far from here, in the village.&nbsp; I'll go there and see you back at the castle later.&nbsp; He walked over to his horse and led it away as the hunting party picked up the carcass and wheeled away.&nbsp; Once they were out of sight, he leapt up into the saddle and started his horse cantering away from the village and the hunting party.&nbsp; His destination was not the farrier but a small hunting lodge on the border of his family's lands.<br><br>He tethered his horse outside, smiling as he saw the glow of candles within.&nbsp; He checked in the pouch on his belt and his smile broadened as he confirmed that his fall had not spilled from the pouch the gold ring he had brought with him.&nbsp; He opened the door and bowed low to the lovely woman who waited within.<br><br>"I am here, my love, as I promised," he said.&nbsp; "I have everything arranged, in two days, we can be wed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 00:21:48</strong>
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				Sofie's mare let out a distressed whinny as the swampy ground of the forest made traveling difficult.&nbsp; She couldn't take the straight and narrow pathways, for fear of being spotted by one of the men who swore under her father, and while the crisscrosses arches made by the occasional woodsman or the more frequent deer were difficult to cross,&nbsp; Sofie was resilient, she simply couldn't be stopped.&nbsp; Not by an unfit trail or otherwise.&nbsp; It had taken her hours to find a valid excuse to leave her maids behind, and even then she found a need to be particularly treacherous, 'accidentally' knocking off the door lock to one of the bull's stalls and allowing the male cow to create a distraction as she left the edges of activity that surrounded her home.&nbsp; One would think that sneaking about as such would be a simple matter, but she found it was only getting more troublesome.&nbsp; <br><br>Clicking her tongue at the mare, causing its movements to speed up slightly, the dark green hood of Sofie's riding cloak tips back, revealing wispy gold tendrils of blond hair; scowling slightly, Sofie pulls the hood over her head once more just as she reaches her beloved's hunting lodge.&nbsp; She had made it. Leaving her horse to wonder as it may; knowing that the mare was much to old to wander that far away,&nbsp; Sofie opens to the door to the familiar lodging.&nbsp; She had begun to love this place.&nbsp; It was where the happiest moments of her life had been taking place.&nbsp; <br><br>Unclipping her cloak, she rests it on the small rack that stood next to the door. From there she begins to light up the room, pulling some matches out of the pocket that was hidden within her gown, she begins to light a few of the candles that lay on the table and by the window.&nbsp; The sun was beginning to set...were was Anselm?<br><br>Just as she began to feel truly worried over the man that had captured her heart, she hears the door unlatch, turning around, she smiles broadly as she takes in the sight of her love.&nbsp; <br><br>Covering her mouth as she hears that the plans had been set, it is all Sofie can do to keep from crying in her happiness.&nbsp; "Oh Anselm..." she says softly, moving to him as he rises from his bow and pulling him into her embrace.&nbsp; "Two days of an eternity."&nbsp; she teasingly complains in his ear.&nbsp; "I can already feel father time slowing himself down in order to make the wait that much more unbearable."&nbsp; <br><br>Pulling herself away from him slightly, the young french woman looks up at the face of her dear heart with an anxious hope in her blue eyes, "Will we really be able to be together?&nbsp; Forever?"&nbsp; She asks softly.&nbsp; Things had been so difficult for them...the idea that they really could...it sounded like nothing more than a fantasy.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 23:10:04</strong>
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				"Yes, my love," Anselm said, rushing to take Sofie into his arms.&nbsp; He looked down into her eyes and smiled, lifting his fingers to brush away a stray lock of her hair.&nbsp; Heheld her close, breathing in her fragrance and closed his eyes.&nbsp; Over the last months, he had lived for these clandestine meetings.&nbsp; Ever since they had met by chance, they had been unable to keep from sneaking away to spend a few furtive hours in each other's arms.&nbsp; If their families knew...&nbsp; His mind shied away from the thought.&nbsp; Their families must not know, not till after they were wed.&nbsp; Such a thing could lead to a feud that would last generations.&nbsp; Perhaps, after the wedding, they would be able to heal the differences between their houses, as a symbol that union was possible without bloodshed.<br><br>"Yes my love," he said, kissing her tenderly.&nbsp; The next time we meet, it will be on the day we wed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 03:08:46</strong>
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				Smiling into their kiss, Sofie closes her eyes, tilting her head upwards and raising on her toes slightly so that Anselms slightly taller form would not have as much difficulty.&nbsp; She was so happy.&nbsp; Ever since she had met Anselm her days had been filled with an almost surreal kind of bliss.&nbsp; Their love had been almost immediate, and she was proud to say that she had expeiranced all of her firsts as a woman with him.&nbsp; The fact that they were now to be bound in matrimony was just simply to marvelous to fully comprehend.&nbsp; She was certain that once she and Anselm were married their families would accept their union and end the coldness that existed between their two houses.&nbsp; <br><br>"I also have good news. Well, at least I should hope that it will be taken as good." she says, a tentative smile gracing her features as she gazes up at Anselm, her eyes darting across his face as though searching for something.&nbsp; Licking her lips in hesitance, it is quite obvious that whatever Sofie planned on telling him, she had been planning it for some time. Which she had; two or three weeks after their last meeting as a matter of fact.&nbsp; "Do you recall our last meeting, when I complained of my unwavering sickness? well..." she asks, before shaking her head slightly; furrowing her brow.&nbsp; No, that was a horrid way to tell him.&nbsp; "It was not a true illness that plagued me." She says softly.<br><br>Biting down on her lip, the eyes that had been gazing so emotionally at Anselm turn downwards, towards her stomach.&nbsp; Slowly, she places a slender hand against her stomach before looking up at Anselm once more, and impish smile spreading across her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 17:41:43</strong>
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				Anselm looked down at Sofie with widening eyes and a growing smile.&nbsp; With a whoop of joy, he lifted her up, holding her with his arms wrapped round her legs.&nbsp; He kissed the flat of her stomach exuberantly and swung her around before lowering her, gently, to the floor.<br><br>"Oh my love," he whispered, his eyes shining.&nbsp; "Truly this is a sign that we are blessed.&nbsp; With a child on the way, our families will have to respect our union."&nbsp; He tilted his head and pressed his lips to hers, tenderly at first and then with a growing urgency.&nbsp; He could smell the faint perfume of er skin and the feel of her body pressed against him was an intoxicant.&nbsp; He closed his eyes happily and held his greatest treasure close in his arms, the woman he loved, tho mother-to-be of his child.<br><br>The two of them inside the cabin were unaware, however, of the dark figure who watched the cabin with cold, malevolent eyes.&nbsp; Soon, soon the girl's family would arrive and then, then there would be a change.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 21:43:06</strong>
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				Letting out a joyous laugh as he lifts her up into the air, Sofie grins madly at her fiancee.&nbsp; Her fiancee and her soon to be husband, and later; the father of her child.&nbsp; Shaking her head as he kisses her stomach and places her back on the ground, Sofie stares at Anselm with an unadulterated amount of happiness.&nbsp; It was all going so <em>well</em>.&nbsp; She couldn't recall a time when life had been turning out so perfect, and she could almost envision the future; it was filled with nothing but happiness.<br><br>Responding to his kiss with a fervent passion, Sofie presses her hand against his chest, already quite urgent in feeling his skin against her own, she begins to tug at his clothes. "Ive missed you." she murmurs softly as she kisses softly at his bare collarbone.&nbsp; <br><br>In along the forest's path, a troop of what seems to almost be hunters rides horseback, all of them going at top speed; all of them searching of the dark evidence that they had been warned of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 19:44:27</strong>
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				The troop of men- from Sophie's father- could not help but reach the cabin soon.&nbsp; Yet something prevented them form doing so.&nbsp; Suddenly, in the gathering gloom, familiar paths became strange and their passage through the woods became unsure.&nbsp; They men became disorientated, turned around on themselves and found themselves riding back to their master's demesne.&nbsp; Their leader ordered a halt as soon as he realised the direction in which they were riding and turned them about to try again.<br><br>As the troop approached the cabin for a second time, a twisted smile caressed the dark watcher's lips.&nbsp; So they had realised her little game with their perceptions had they?&nbsp; There were many more tricks she could employ to ensure they arrived at the cabin at just the proper time.&nbsp; So it was that, for the next hour, the troop spent a frustrating hour searching around the woods, never seeing the cabin once, despite passing past it several times before the dark watcher finally relented and cleared their path of her obfuscations.<br><br>Towards the end of that hour, Anselm left the cabin.&nbsp; He could not afford to spend too long with his beloved; a farrier only takes so long to practise his arts after all.&nbsp; He kissed Sophie warmly on the lips at the cabin door as a farewell and swung himself up into the saddle and started to ride back to his family's keep.&nbsp; After some minutes, he became aware that he was not alone on the forest trail.&nbsp; Behind him to the rear he heard horses- three it seemed- and they were riding hard and would soon make his position.&nbsp; He pulled his horse from the trail and dismounted, hoping that the undergrowth would be enough to hide them both in the failing light.&nbsp; There were plenty of reasons to avoid other horsemen in the woods as dusk fell, banditry not the least, and Anselm was not foolhardy.<br><br>As the three riders rode past Anselm's hiding place, he could see they wore the livery of Sophie's family.&nbsp; If they were to catch him out here alone, he'd be worth a pretty ransom.&nbsp; It would be worth more, however to Sophie's father if he were able to shame Anselm's father by forcing him to pay the ransom.<br><br>"They are looking for you, milord," a soft feminine voice said.&nbsp; Anselm turned to see a regal looking woman standing behind him.&nbsp; Her clothes were black and strangely, she wore leather breeches as though she were a man.&nbsp; Her hair was, in some indefinable way, darker than her clothes and her eyes shone with an inner fire.&nbsp; She tilted her head and studied him.&nbsp; The corner of her mouth lifted as her dark lips twisted in a crooked smile and, though he had never met her before, Anselm felt oddly willing to agree with her.<br><br>"I know a secret path back to your keep, milord," she said.&nbsp; "If you place yourself in my hands, I will see you safe from harm."&nbsp; Anselm nodded, feeling that it would be most remarkably wise to follow the wishes of this beautiful creature of burning eyes, opalescent skin and sable hair.&nbsp; He didn't speak, feeling strangely uncouth in this regal presence and began to follow as she led hi deep into the forest.&nbsp; The only difficulty was his horse that pulled at the bridle as he tried to make it follow her.&nbsp; Indeed, it pulled so hard that it broke his grip and it cantered away, out into the woods.<br><br>"Nevermind," the strange woman said.&nbsp; "It is better to traverse these paths afoot."&nbsp; And she turned and led Anselm, into the darkness of the wood, a wicked smile twisting her features.&nbsp; It was working exactly to her plan.&nbsp; She would win this lordlings trust, all the better to comfort him when...&nbsp; She nodded to herself.&nbsp; The plan was going well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>06-12-2008, 05:33:18</strong>
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				Leading the young man farther and farther away from where the terrible event was even now taking place, the young woman's black eyes glittered furiously within the darkness of the forest; as the glance about the area as though it was broad daylight rather than the shadowy twilight it truly was.&nbsp; Her posture straight and her movements smooth; the dark haired woman makes no sounds against the forest floor, even as Anselm's figure might very well create a symphony of sounds every time his foot hits a broken twig.&nbsp; <br><br>"follow quickly Milord, we are almost there." she murmurs back to Anselm after a time, glancing upwards to the sky that now had the feintest smell of smoke.&nbsp; To most people, this would mean nothing; but the pale woman's smile only seems to widen in an oddly crooked manner.&nbsp; The deed had been done.&nbsp; <br><br>As the two reach the outskirts of Anselm's family keep, the woman turns to him.&nbsp; "As I promised milord, your safe return has been assured." she states, with the slightest bow of her head. <br>Turning away from him, she begins to make her leave, slowly and gracefully walking past him as a fully fed panther might.&nbsp; "And milord...should you need me...simply go back to the trail I have led you, and I will be there." she murmurs carefully before all but dissapearing into the shadows of the forest.<br><br>-----<br><br>The door slammed open, causing Sofie to whirl around in a shocked fright.&nbsp; It was well worth the fear however, as a group of five men storm into the small cabin; raising there swords against the traitorous harlot.&nbsp; <br><br>"What are you doing?!?!-stop it!"&nbsp; the only female voice in the room cries as she scambles away from the furious grasps of the men.&nbsp; <br><br>All but tumbling over the small wooden side table, the lit candle that had stood atop it falls atop of the bed, where it then began to slowly spread its flame, but is as of yet ignored as one of the men reaches the woman despite her frantic attempts at escape.&nbsp; He then manages to slash her in the arm, causing blood to splatter in her wake as she frantically moves about the room. <br><br>Crying out in agony, Sofie's tears of pain and anguish flood down her face even as she tries to move away from the men, only to find herself stuck between them and a wall as one of the man grabs at the blond tendrals she had always been so proud of, using them to all but throw her into the wall. <br><br>&nbsp;Searching for a friendly face among them,&nbsp; terrified blue eyes look desperately at the red headed man who was even now raising his sword towards her.&nbsp; "Renard!&nbsp; Renard!&nbsp; Please!&nbsp; I beg you! Don't let them kill my baby!" she sobs out, covering her stomach as though to protect her unborn child even as the red haired man sends the lethal stab right into the center of her belly.&nbsp; <br><br>All five men stare down at the young dying woman, not a trace of guilt on any of their faces as they watch the blood pool around her.&nbsp; Finally, one by one, they leave the cabin that was already begining to go up into flames; deciding to leave the woman who was still slowly bleeding to death to die alone; either by blood loss or by fire, whichever came first.&nbsp; <br><br>As they leave, the dying woman lifts her hands away from her bloody belly, and then, with shaking hands, pulls off the engagement ring and rests it in her palm; and then she stares at it.&nbsp; She stares at it as the fire overtakes the cabin, and as the blood stains her dress, she stares at it as her blue eyes turn hazy, and then finally go dark.&nbsp; In her final moments, Sofie never once took her eyes off of her ring; and only one word slips out of the dying girls mouth.<br><br>"Anselm"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>13-12-2008, 23:17:12</strong>
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				Anselm carefully trod the path that he had learnt the night before.&nbsp; He thought, as he walked carefully in the early evening shadows, of how he had come to learn of the path.&nbsp; The woman who had- to all intents and purposes- saved him from the bandits last night hadn't even told him her name.&nbsp; He tried to think things through but, somehow, his mind just wouldn't focus on any detail about her.&nbsp; All he was left with were impressions.&nbsp; She was obviously competent in the woods and used to command and he remembered how graceful her movements were, feline in a way that touched something deep inside him and challenged him.&nbsp; There was a dark sensuality about her that underlined her great beauty...<br><br>Anselm stopped short and frowned.&nbsp; He should not think of another woman that way- not when he had Sophie waiting, the woman of his deepest desires, his betrothed, his one true love.&nbsp; With the thought of Sophie, the memory of the other woman faded and he hurried on to the cabin.<br><br>He could see as he approached the cabin, that something was wrong.&nbsp; The door was ajar and no candles were lit; it was dark in there.&nbsp; He hurried in, heedless of the possible danger and fumbled with his tinderbox to light a candle.&nbsp; With the candle's faint, flickering light, the terrible scene was revealed to him and he fell to his knees in shock.&nbsp; He reached over and lifted Sophie's head, his tears staining his cheeks and his voice leapt heavenwards in a wail of utter desolation.&nbsp; So he remained for quite some time, with his dead lover's head in his lap and his cries accusing the uncaring sky.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 06:37:15</strong>
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				It seemed that night went on for eternity, the moon itself refusing to show its face out of sympathy for the weeping man.&nbsp; There was one who was more than willing to show their face however.&nbsp; The dark beauty from the night before had been stealthily tracking the man since he had stepped foot onto the path she had directed him to the night before.&nbsp; She had watched as he approached the cabin.&nbsp; Watched as he opened the door.&nbsp; And watch still even more when he came across the bloodied corpse of his now dead lover.<br><br>She allowed him time to mourn his loss, gave him time to shed his tears.&nbsp; She stood within the darkened shadows of the small cabin as the man held onto the corpse with a desprate kind of sorrow.&nbsp; The kind of sorrow that could so easily be twisted into an enraged fury.&nbsp; The kind of sorrow she could use.<br><br>Very carefully, the black haired woman moves forward before placing a comforting hand on the desolate man's shoulder. "You know who did this to her." she murmurs against his ear, her voice smoky in its intent.&nbsp; "They gave her no mercy.&nbsp; No pity.&nbsp; She begged for her life, for the life of her child...they laughed at her pleas. Tormented her in her last moments." she continues, slowly pointing her words in an obvious direction. <br><br>"I can help you avenge her." she states, a malicious smile slowly spreading against her elegant features.&nbsp; "I can make you powerful enough to avenge her....just say the word." she murmurs the last sentance temptingly, gently rubbing the shoulder her hand lay atop of.<br><br>"Why should they deserve to live?&nbsp; Why should they when she could not?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 18:47:42</strong>
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				Anselm shrugged off the woman's touch, turning to face her.&nbsp; His eyes blazed, anger replacing sorrow as he heard her speak.&nbsp; As she went on, his anger burned all the hotter, each word stoking it.&nbsp; And then, at her last words, her questions, it peaked and his hand was flying even before he could think.&nbsp; It caught her across the mouth in a backhanded slap, knocking her from her feet.<br><br>"You think to tell me how she died?" Anselm screamed at the woman.&nbsp; "How do you know?"&nbsp; He stepped forward, drawing his sword and levelling it at her throat before she could rise.&nbsp; "Did you watch?&nbsp; Did you see?&nbsp; Did you lift a finger to help?"&nbsp; The sword point wavered as his hand trembled with rage.&nbsp; "You say you can help me avenge her?&nbsp; If you could you would have helped her."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 06:59:32</strong>
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				Eyes widening in shock, the dark haired vixen barely has time to prepare herself before Anselm sends a blow her way.&nbsp; She couldn't help the slight smugness as she takes in his unrelenting fury.&nbsp; That was easy enough to accomplish, now for the more challenging part.&nbsp; She would need to twist that anger, turn it away from her and back to those who it truly belonged to; the men who hard murdered his dear fiancee.<br><br>"My lord please." She states, her tone calm for one whom had just been smacked in the face and was being held at sword point.&nbsp; "I overheard the men gloating about your lovers demise over drinks at the local bar earlier this evening. " she says slowly, her eyes focused on the man in front of her.&nbsp; "It is also the reason I am here now.&nbsp; To offer my services, my assistance if you will...have I done anything to merit your mistrust?" she asks, dark eyes unblinking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 21:47:25</strong>
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				"I... I guess not," Anselm answered, the sword point wavering.&nbsp; He looked at her with a frown and met her unblinking gaze.&nbsp; There was something magnetic about it, something indefinable that just made him want to trust her and to keep staring.&nbsp; The sword point wavered some more, dipping slightly, and he felt the memory of how this uncannily beautiful woman had led him to safety the night before.&nbsp; There had been something oddly compelling about her, something seductive, something regal, something that had bidden him follow and he had found himself unable to refuse her.&nbsp; The sword wavered some more and Anselm dropped it.<br><br>Still unable to pull his eyes away from hers, Anselm swallowed, trembling and felt his knees turn to water.&nbsp; She wanted something from him, something so that he could go and avenge his love.&nbsp; For a moment his anger at what happened threatened to break the spell of the woman's eyes, but then a wave of sorrow hit him and he fell to his knees.&nbsp; Looking up into those bewitching eyes, he moaned the only words that mattered.<br><br>"What can you do to help me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 04:36:50</strong>
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				Keeping her eyes clashed against his as his sword wavers,&nbsp; the woman can barely contain the smirk of victory that threatened to spread against her features.&nbsp; He made the same mistake that all mortals made; he was willing to look her in the eye.&nbsp; There was no way of doing that with one of her kind and stepping away untouched.&nbsp; As long as her gaze was fixed with his, there was no way he would refuse her.&nbsp; No way he could.&nbsp; Most mortals couldn't anyway, and those who could usually knew well enough to not lock eyes with her in the first place.&nbsp; <br><br>Rising to her feet even as he falls to his knees, the young woman moves forward slowly, like a cat might on a wounded mouse.&nbsp; The prey had been caught, now all that was left was the deathblow.<br><br>"I can make you stronger, faster, unbeatable." she whispers as she circles him, her words slipping temptingly into his ear. Running slender fingers through his hair, her cold breath spreads against his neck.&nbsp; "All you have to do is agree to be changed.&nbsp; Simply agree to have your mortality taken, and new life put in its place...and vengeance will be yours." she says; her voice hypnotic, as she turns his head to look once more at the dead body of his lover. "They will pay for what thieve done to you and yours. Simply agree to my terms and I sweat it shall be so."<br><br>That was the trick.&nbsp; It wasn't as simple as sucking out the blood, it never was.&nbsp; If that were the case there would be thousands of her kind running a muck.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; They had to agree to give up their life, agree to be turned into something other than human.&nbsp; Only then could the change take place.&nbsp; Only then would her bite lead to an eternity of unlife.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 14:22:27</strong>
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				Anselm felt his will draining away under the influence of the womans gaze. It was so sensible, so right to do as she suggested.&nbsp; As her fingers crept into his hair, he gasped.&nbsp; There was something incredibly sensual about the feel of her fingers massaging his scalp of her icy breath sliding over the skin of his neck.&nbsp; Her words were so tempting, to give up his mortality and to give himself to her.<br><br>Yet the spell is broken as his eyes lose contact with hers, as he sees the ruin of Sophie's body.&nbsp; He kicked out at the ground, desperately scrambling away with superstitious dread.&nbsp; Cold fingers and cold breath?&nbsp; This was no woman, no mortal woman at any rate.&nbsp; This was a demon from the pit of hell come to tempt and torment him.<br><br>"Avaunt, demon," he said, unwittingly looking at her again, his eyes straying foolishly close to hers once more, gesturing to his love's body. "They might have slain my heart but you seek to steal my soul.&nbsp; Why should you seek to aid me, demon?&nbsp; And why should I trust you?"&nbsp; As he said the last, he met her eyes once more, his own burning with fear and anger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>04-01-2009, 02:36:30</strong>
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				A frown marrs the womans near perfect features as she watches her work fall apart the moment their connection is ripped.&nbsp; This would take a bit more work than she had anticipated, but she had time.&nbsp; All of eternity in fact. <br><br>But these superstitious antics had to go.&nbsp; It appeared as though the role of sensitive female was not about to leave her anytime soon.&nbsp; Not if he refused to keep this up.&nbsp; <br><br>Raising her hands up to show how harmless she was, she slowly edges forward, her hips rolling with all of the feminine allure that her kind possessed.&nbsp; "I seek to aid you because I understand." she murmurs softly, gently; keeping the victory of their eyes connecting once more to herself.&nbsp; One would think that he would have been superstitious enough not to look her in the eye, the fact that he wasn't was an advantage that she refused to give up once more. <br><br>&nbsp;"I know what it is to be alone.&nbsp; To be suddenly without the one that should have been your companion.&nbsp; The suffering...the fury....the unending agony...You should trust me, because I am the only one who knows your pain."&nbsp; she murmurs softly, now close enough to touch him once more, she carefully caresses his cheek with the back of her hand.&nbsp; "Let me show you that my kind is not guilty of the superstitions you mortals make for us." It was true of course, the reality was much worse than superstition. <br><br>&nbsp;"Let me heal you of this pain Anselm." she whispers, her voice filled with dark promises; her eyes not once taking off of his. "Let us both be healed of this pain."<br><br>Her eyes sharpining, her tone changes slightly.&nbsp; "Say the words."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>04-01-2009, 16:37:10</strong>
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				As soon as Anselm looked back into her eyes, he felt that his fears and doubts were irrational.&nbsp; He stared at her, caught once more by her gaze, and his spine turned to jelly.&nbsp; It really was, he thought, ridiculous to doubt her.&nbsp; After all, had she not saved him before?&nbsp; As she glided forwards, he couldn't help but be affected by the suggestive roll of her him.&nbsp; Closer, she came, and still more close, her inhuman sensuality blotting out any thoughts in his head that wre not already hers.<br><br>A long, slow whisper of breath escaped his lips as she caressed his cheek.&nbsp; She truly did understand and now she was offering him a solution to the desolation of his heart.&nbsp; She could rid him of this miserable life and help him avenge Sophie.&nbsp; And was she also suggesting that she would...?&nbsp; Here, his thoughts fragmented with the enormity of it.&nbsp; No, surely one such as her couldn't consider him as...&nbsp; She was.. He couldn't be worthy of someone like her, could he?&nbsp; And then her fingers twined into his hair and desire made even fragmented thoughts impossible.&nbsp; Everything faded from his consciousness, the superstitions, the wreckage of the cabin, even Sophie's body nearby.&nbsp; All that existed were her eyes and the nearness of her overwhelmingly sensual presence.<br><br>"Yes, but I don't even know your name..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>04-01-2009, 18:29:23</strong>
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				She had him.&nbsp; It was over.&nbsp; It had certainly taken long enough, that much was certain.<br><br>Truth be told, she was a bit nervous over using her eyes to make him agree to the terms. She had never altered anyone before now; would this be considered cheating, would it mean he would be dead within minutes, regardless of the work she had put into him.&nbsp; That would be annoying, if she was forced to start all over again.&nbsp; She supposed she would simply have to keep trying until she got it right if this one fell through. <br><br>Hearing his question, she smirks; finally allowing one of her snow white fangs to be seen.&nbsp; "My name," she murmurs into his ear before slowly edging downwards to his neck, "Is Anissa."<br><br>Never taking her eyes off his, she speaks against his skin, "Now give me your pledge Anselm."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>04-01-2009, 23:14:47</strong>
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				"Anissa," Anselm said to her, breathing her name as reverently as though it were a prayer.&nbsp; He could not look away from her beguiling eyes, indeed, he did not want to look away from them.&nbsp; Indeed, even had he tried, he would have found her eyes before his gaze no matter where he looked, so completely had her will invaded his.&nbsp; In fact it had been some time since he had actually looked into her eyes, for her face was now at the side of his head, teasing and tantalising the sensitive skin of his jawline with her cold breath and soft little nibbling kisses.<br><br>It mattered not to Anselm, for the phantasms of her eyes were every bit as lovely, every bit as magnetic and every bit as compelling as her real eyes.&nbsp; He shivered with delirious pleasure as he felt her coral tongue touch his neck just below his ear and he felt a deeply wicked desire that she kiss him there.&nbsp; It was wrong, some part of him knew, sinful even, especially only a few feet from the body of his dead lover, but he wanted it, he wanted her to sink him into the sin of her kisses and to pentrate him with the unholy vitality that gave her the semblance of life.&nbsp; He arched his neck as he gave up his will to her utterly, his eyes closing in an ecstasy of surrender.<br><br>"Yes," he gasped hoarsely, "Yes, I give myself to you, I surrender to you all that I am and all that I will ever be, if you will but consent to take me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 05:51:23</strong>
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				Kissing and nibbling against his neck, Anissa practically salivates as she feels his pulse speed up against her attentions.&nbsp; Nothing tasted better than a human whose blood was rushing.&nbsp; That was why she would normally try her hardest to either bring her victims to orgasm when she took them, or drove fear into their hearts; that was when they tasted the best.&nbsp; She was busy now though.&nbsp; She needed to take him when he was willing, and who knew if her control over him might dwindle the longer they stayed by the dead girl.<br><br>Hearing Anselm give his oath, his word, and his life to her; Anissa lets out a dangerously dark chuckle before she opens her mouth around his neck.&nbsp; Then, with one fierce movement, she bit him.<br><br>An eternity lasted in those few minutes that the vampiress sucked him dry, Anissa basked in the ecstasy that was her latest meal.&nbsp; Feeling the life being slowly sucked out of him and feeding her was the most delicious part of existence.<br><br>It was over much too soon for Anissa's taste, now all that was left was to see whether or not he had survived.&nbsp; To see if she had made him like her, or like Sofie.&nbsp; The undead, or the dead.<br><br>But now came the tricky part.&nbsp; Pulling her mouth away from Anselm's all too tempting neck, Anissa raises one of her slender ceramic like arms and tears her bloodied fang against her wrist.&nbsp; Watching the dark blood trickle down her arm with cold eyes, she turns to look at Anselm with all the sinister intentions of her kind before she pushes her wrist against his mouth.<br><br>"Drink." She orders forcefully, no longer the sensitive woman from earlier; now nothing more than the foul creature of the night she was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 00:17:17</strong>
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				Anselm lacked the strength to resist Anissa even if he had wanted to.&nbsp; She had offered him the answer to his loss and he yielded to it gladly.&nbsp; It would be a small pain, he rationalised and then it would be over and he would return stronger, able to wreak vengeance on his enemies.<br><br>The pain was indeed short as her fangs pierced the tender flesh of his neck, but it was a far shorter apin than he had thought.&nbsp; For almost immediately, the pain was overlaid with a sweet, dark pleasure, a heady ecstasy that robbed him of his senses and his volition.&nbsp; It was exquisite and overwhelming and had he known it would feel like this, he would have been begging her to take him.&nbsp; He had never felt anything as blissful as the dark rapture of her life draining kiss and he wanted it to go on forever,<br><br>Yet forever was not possible for a body that contained only eight pints of blood.&nbsp; Soon, all too soon as far as Anselm felt, Anissa's suckling on his neck began to slow as she drained from him the last of his blood and eventually, she withdrew her mouth from his neck.&nbsp; Then the pain began.<br><br>Anselm felt a horrlible coldness take hold of his limbs.&nbsp; The felt as if they were becoming lead, berimed with the coldness of death.&nbsp; His lungs burned with the icy pain of it and his heart stuttered and beat once, twice and then no more.&nbsp; As the darkness began to cloud his vision, he felt her arm on his mouth and a viscid, scaldingly cold fluid flowed into his mouth.&nbsp; Despite the coppery taste- or perhaps because of it- he swallowed, feeling it burn his thoat.&nbsp; He coughed and then the blackness took him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 20:43:40</strong>
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				A bustling metropolis thrived in the night, negotiations being met, crimes being commited, peoples lives hustling and bustling like it was their last day on earth.&nbsp; In the midst of all this, was a couple.&nbsp; A rough looking young man was currently being dragged by a slender young blonde, the grin on her face refusing to budge. <br><br>The reason for the young woman's happiness? Because tonight was the first night in a month were Ryan was able to spend time with her without having to go off and save the world again. The constant disappearances of Ryan and his almost always skipping out on dates was a fact that had on several occasions nearly destroyed their on again off again relationship and could still bring the two into an argument in an instant. He was a detective for the city's police department, and more often than not he made it perfectly clear about how much more his career meant to him than Sasha.<br><br>Their destination was obvious, as the artificial lights in front of the movieplex cast a radiant glow, advertising one random blockbuster film after another. They had just stepped into line to buy their tickets, when Ryan’s phone began to ring. That god be damned phone! Sasha often dreamed of one day snatching it from Ryan’s grasp and tossing it as far as she could. That phone was the cause of every single canceled date. The cause of every single interrupted moment. The cause of every single disappointment. She supposed it wasn’t the phone’s fault, not really. It was the caller on the other line. The police force. She couldn’t recall a time where they called just to say hi. It was always an emergency, always a job, always a need to have to leave.<br><br>Ryan gave her his usual smile that he had whenever this sort of thing happened. It was an odd, crooked smile that gave him a boyish charm. In the beginning Sasha had melted at that smile, quick to forgive and to urge him to go. After the fiftieth canceled date however, it was not to surprising to see that the once so charming smile quickly grew to be an annoyance. “Ryan…tell them to send someone else. Just this once.” Sasha all but begs, her blue eyes gazing pleadingly into Ryan’s deep browns. “It’s nothing, I just need to talk to them for a second. Stay in line to buy the tickets, I will finish up this call in two minutes, I will be right back” He says to her, trying to reassure her as he pushes a loose blond curl behind her ear. Then, Ryan walks away from the line, muttering into the phone as he makes sure to stay a good distance away from any prying ears.<br><br>In that moment Sasha hated him. Tears well in the girl’s eyes as the disappointment overwhelms her for what had to have been the millionth time. She knew he was lying to her. He wouldn’t be back. The conversation always led to him going off to save the day. Always.<br><br>It would be a waste of money to even buy the tickets. She hadn’t even wanted to see the movie that they planned on, she had just wanted to spend time with Ryan. Why did he have to be the super hero all the time? Why wasn’t it the person who called who went off and fought off crime?<br><br>Wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her jean coat, Sasha walks out of the line and back down the concrete sidewalk. She hears Ryan call out to her, but she didn’t turn back around. And he didn’t chase after her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 23:18:54</strong>
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				Anselm sat up sharply, the sheets of his bed falling from his chest.&nbsp; He looked around and tried to get a bearing on where he was and then, the disorientation faded.&nbsp; It was always like this, when he first awoke each night, ever since that first terrible night when he had awoken to see Anissa looking down at him.&nbsp; There was the disorientation and the hunger.&nbsp; It was there, always upon waking, a sign of the energy that was used each time the sun went down to return him to his unnatural existence.<br><br>He climbed out of the bed, unconcerned by his nakedness.&nbsp; After all there were none here in his apartment but those few meagre souls that he kept as a herd.&nbsp; He had remembered enough from that night when Anissa had made him what he was, when he had embraced the night, as he thought it, in his more poetic moments.&nbsp; He had remembered the searing ecstasy of her bite and the dark bliss that her drinking his blood gave him.&nbsp; He remembered the taste of her blood and the fact that, once he had awakened to his unlife, he had craved the taste of her blood above all others.&nbsp; It was addictive, like a narcotic, and it had had another effect too.&nbsp; For when, after he had accomplished his revenge, she had laughingly allowed him another taste, he had found his thoughts on her had become more tender with each draught, so much so that he had soon forgotten about Sohpie.<br><br>In those first night's Anissa had become his passion, his dark addiction, his Goddess of the Night and he had been able to refuse her nothing.&nbsp; And yet, when measured against all of the centuries that had passed since that night, even the unnatural puissance of the blood-wrought bond between them had faded.&nbsp; On one of their escapades, he had become separated from Anissa, in circumstances that even now he refused to think about.&nbsp; The pain of that parting had been atrociously excruciating, full of fevered imaginings and dreadful withdrawal as his addiction to her blood faded.&nbsp; And once it had, he began to remember Sophie.<br><br>Anslem shook his head, to clear the remembrances from it and pulled on a robe and went in search of breakfast.&nbsp; It was not hard to find, for behind the door to his room a blank eyed girl was cleaning the corridor, getting the apartment ready for her master's awakening.&nbsp; When she saw him, she looked up, with a faint hope animating her otherwise lifeless eyes.&nbsp; Anselm smiled and beckoned, bringing her to him until his teeth sank into the unprotected throat that she offered him.<br><br>A few minutes later he released her to totter away on leaden legs, weakened by blood loss. He never, if he could help it, completely drained a vessel these days.&nbsp; Bodies were, after all, so inconvenient to dispose of and the mortal police could become inconvenient to his operations.&nbsp; And why shoulf he need to, when he could maintain a held of willing donors here, conveniently close and utterly addicted both to the sensation of his feeding from them and the tastes of his blood that he granted them from time to time.&nbsp; Indeed, they made useful servants too, fulfilling two of- no three of- the needs of his existence, for as well as feeding and serving him, they also kept him safe and undisturbed when the sun's presence in the sky left him to sleep as if dead in his bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 23:43:26</strong>
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				Walking down the cold city street,&nbsp; Sasha had to wonder why she even bothered.&nbsp; She was wearing brand new high heels tonight!&nbsp; She had worked damned hard to look good, had worked even harder to make sure both of their schedules were open, and how did he repay her efforts?&nbsp; By walking away at the first ring of a phone. "Thats it. I'm done." she growls to herself, stumbling in her two inch tall halls as she steps on a crack in the side walk.<br><br>Pulling her hair out of the tight pony tail she had kept it in, Sasha blows a loose strand of blond out of her eyes.&nbsp; She was done.&nbsp; Done with Ryan. Done with men.&nbsp; She was just...done.<br>"gunna be a lesbian from now on." she grumbles under her breath as she continues down the icy city streets; her aim focused simply on getting home.&nbsp; Pulling her jean jacket closer to her body and tugging on her mini skirt and trying to will it to be longer,Sasha's thoughts drift from castrating Ryan and lean towards wishing she had dressed for the weather rather than to impress.&nbsp; She could already see snowflakes begin to drift loftily down from the grayish night sky.<br><br>Alcohol and ice cream, that's what she needed.&nbsp; Ice cream to feed the little heartbroken girl inside of her, and alcohol to ease the pain of the young woman she was.&nbsp; Reaching an area that was close enough to her apartment, she enters the first liquer store she could find.&nbsp; Buying the cheapest and strongest beer available, Sasha sighs to herself.&nbsp; "I just spent money that was supposed to go to an utterly fabulous date night." Damn.&nbsp; Maybe she should have bought two bottles of this stuff.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 23:48:09</strong>
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				Anselm spent the first forty minutes of the night reading the reports of the day.&nbsp; While all he might need to survive was a supply of willing- or not- donors, Anselm's unlife was made a lot more pleasant by the acquisition of wealth.&nbsp; He had not achieved anything overstated in his unlife's mercantile adventures, none of what he had learned to call his Kindred had, despite the rumours about several of the world's billionaires.&nbsp; It was simply too risky for a vampirte to put himself in such a high profile position.&nbsp; The inability to make daylight appearances would inevitably draw attention, attantion that was not wanted.&nbsp; Howard Hughes' famously reclusive life showed that: and he'd been fully mortal.&nbsp; Given the disparity in numbers between humans and vampires, exposure would be fatal, not just for the vampire discovered but for all others.&nbsp; The only way they could survive was by exploiting humanity's unwillingness to believe that such things as vampires existed.<br><br>Anselm had, about a hundred years ago, asked Julian, an English vampire philospher, why they never expanded their numbers so that they could take on humanity and rule them.&nbsp; The answer had been depressing in its simplicity and cynical appraisal of vampire society.&nbsp; The pyramid of biomass and the tendency of vampires to become very territorial meant that vampire numbers remained insignificant compared with the mass of humanity that burdened the planet.&nbsp; Vampires had, in the past, tried to rule humanity opnely but...<br><br>Anselm shook his head and&nbsp; frowned.&nbsp; Why he was thinking over such things he didn't know.&nbsp; All of that was in the past and, now that he had seen that his affairs were in order, he needed to get out for the night.&nbsp; There were plenty of things for the well heeled vampire-about town to do and Anselm had set aside this night for enjoyment.&nbsp; No business, no meetings with senior vampires, nothing except the chance to go and immerse himself in the sea of humanity, to watch and keep an eye on the old herds.<br><br>And it was within ten minutes of his leaving that he saw her and in seeing her he stopped still.&nbsp; It was as if he were seeing a ghost.&nbsp; But then ghosts were never dressed in contemporary fashions or buy beer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 01:36:00</strong>
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				Opening her beer bottle, Sasha takes a quick swig of the bottle before letting out a loose sigh.&nbsp; Now this was just pathetic.&nbsp; She needed to get home before she wound up sleeping on the curb, dead drunk.&nbsp; Hoping that the quick drink of alcohol was enough to warm her body enough to stop the cold from stinging so bad, Sasha takes in a breath and steps out of the liquer store and into the chilly night.<br><br>Upon doing that, Sasha lays eyes on a man who stood as still as what seemed to be stone.&nbsp; For a moment she is struck just as still.&nbsp; Her heart began to hammer in her chest, and for the life of her she couldn't figure out why. She felt as though the entire world had stopped inside the three seconds she stood staring at the man. Something about him just told her she didn't dare look away...and with unsteady legs, she takes a few shaky steps forward.<br><br>Hadn't she just told herself she was switching to lesbianism?&nbsp; What ever happened to being done? Swallowing her suddenly tight throat, Sasha stops moving forward, and with a confusing amount of reluctance, turns around.&nbsp; <br><br>It was cold. She needed to go home.&nbsp; Those were the only thoughts that she allowed to enter her brain.&nbsp; If she didn't she would turn around again and make another move towards the mystery man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 18:40:23</strong>
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				Anselm nodded approvingly as the woman turned from him; her will was strong to have resisted the natural pull of his vampiric glamour&nbsp; he had sent her way.&nbsp; While she had been looking at him, however, Anselm had studied her face in quite some detail.&nbsp; She was indeed Sophie- of that there could be no doubt, born again into a new age.<br><br>What this meant for him, Anselm did not know, but he was certain that it meant something. The fact that she had such a strong will was significant, surely.&nbsp; Indeed, she would not be able to resist should he fully exert his will on her: he could, if he so wished, use the arts of his blood to utterly dominate her.&nbsp; Yet, he chose not to do so, he had no wish to turn the reincarnation of his mortal beloved into a puppet, fit for little else but to become part of his herd.&nbsp; He had other plans.&nbsp; No, he would not dominate her, he would entice her, arouse her interest and seduce both her mind and body and slowly addict her to those pleasures which only his kind could vouchsafe.<br><br>"It's a dark night to be out alone," Anselm called after her, his voice soft yet carrying over the distance between them effortlessly, to caress her ears with all the glamour of his kind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 06:39:39</strong>
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				Stumbling in her steps as she hears a voice that danced through the wind and into her ear like the most beautiful of Melodies, Sasha couldn't help herself.&nbsp; She jsut had to turn around.&nbsp; Once she had done so, she finds herself staring once more at the man from before.&nbsp; Suddenly finding herself holding her breath, at first she doesn't respond to his words at all.<br><br>Then, taking a quick swig of alcohol, she finds her voice. "I'm more concerned about the cold myself." she admits with a laugh and a good natured smile as she tightens her coat around her, trying to take in what little heat she could while blocking out the cold at the same time.&nbsp; She was failing.&nbsp; But she actually was being honest with her answer, the snow was really beginning to fall.<br><br>Staring at him oddly for a moment, she takes a step closer; her painful shoes once more making a tiny noise on the concrete. She moved towards him this time with a different purpose than last time.&nbsp; The first time was based on his impossible appeal and allure, while this time around it was simply more based on wanting to get a better look at the man.&nbsp; "I'm sorry...but do I know you?" she asks, squinting her eyes and giving him a careful once over.&nbsp; Something about him seemed very familiar to her. Maybe it was in his eyes, or the way he moved, but he just looked like someone she knew from somewhere.&nbsp; Pulling a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, she gives him a small smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 22:56:49</strong>
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				"Know you?"&nbsp; Anselm smiled, his eyes glinting.&nbsp; "I would say that I have not had that pleasure."&nbsp; He stepped closer, circling her slightly, his movements were almost feline.&nbsp; He stayed to the edge of the pool of light cast by the streetlamp and lifted his hand towards her.<br><br>"The question is, would you care for the pleasure," he asked, "of knowing me?"&nbsp; His lips curled in a crooked smile as his eyes bored into hers.&nbsp; "Drinking on the street is no fun; let me buy you a drink.&nbsp; There's a nice bar not far from here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 04:40:51</strong>
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				Stiffening slightly as he begins to all but circle her, Sasha can't help but feel like a rabbit that was being cornered by a wolf.&nbsp; The fact that she still couldn't quite make out all of his features made it even more surreal.&nbsp; She wasn't quite sure if she wanted to take a step closer and get a better look, or turn around and never look back.&nbsp; A deep part of Sasha wanted nothing more than to run as fast and as far away as she possibly could and yet...and yet she was still standing there, still watching him.<br><br>"A Drink?" she repeats awkwardly, "I would, but you see, the thing is-" and then she caught herself in his gaze.&nbsp; The most beautiful eyes in the whole world bore into hers, and all of Sasha's thoughts of home, ice cream, and lesbianism went out the window.&nbsp; Now that she actually thought about, this guy coming out of the blue was just what the doctor ordered! Who cared about Ryan?&nbsp; She could have the night of her life with this guy right here.&nbsp; "You know something?" she asks as she moves closer to him, in order to see the rest of him through the shadows, "I would love it if you bought me a drink.&nbsp; I hope this 'nice bar' of yours serves something strong though." she jokes with a grin.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 23:42:19</strong>
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				"Something strong?" Anselm grinned wolfishly, offering her his arm.&nbsp; "I can say that it will provide whichever beverage you should desire."&nbsp; He led her a short distance through the city streets and to a small bar owned by&nbsp; one of his subsidiaries.&nbsp; The manager, of course, had no idea that the tall customer that appeared there most evenings was ultimately both his employer and landlord.&nbsp; In the end, it was the fact that Anselm always tipped well that kept him wellserved there.<br><br>"What would you like to drink?" Anselm asked as they entered the bar.&nbsp; The manager showed them to Anselm's customary booth where they sat in intimate privacy, shielded from the prying eyes of the bar's other denizens. "A glass of wine, perhaps?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 01:12:14</strong>
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				Staring at him oddly for a moment as he offers his arm, Sasha hesitates for a moment before taking it and circling her own around it. &nbsp;It was an extremely old fashioned move on his part, but it fit him somehow; as if acting like an gentleman from the past was the way he should act. &nbsp;Walking with him in relative silence, &nbsp;Sasha's muddled mind is barely able to keep up with their feet as they reach the bar in no time at all. <br><br>""So, who are you anyway?" she asks with slight trepidation as they are shown to a booth. &nbsp;Sasha couldn't ever remember being taken to a table at a bar before, maybe at a restaurant, even a cafe, but never a bar. &nbsp;It was an odd change of pace, but not a particularly bad one. &nbsp;Like the man who was now sitting in the booth beside her, different from what she was normally used to, but in a good way. &nbsp;"I wouldn't mind a rum and coke." she says with a shrug. "You've come here before, whats good here?""So, who are you anyway?" she asks as she plops her elbow on the table, suddenly realizing that she didn't know a thing about the man that she now sat with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>31-01-2009, 12:18:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anselm smiled at Sasha's choice of drink and caught the eye of one of the barmaids.&nbsp; The barmaid was one from whom he had drunk before, one who was already conditioned to be very susceptible to his commands.&nbsp; She stared back at him and went to serve him.&nbsp; Even without words she knew to pour a measure of rum.&nbsp; Before adding coke to the rum, the barmaid's eyes went blank and she bent over to pull a darkened glass bottle from under the counter.&nbsp; It was one of a number of such bottles that Anselm had secreted in bars around the city.<br><br>How the wine in there was produced, how it was made so that it was palatable to him, Anselm didn't know.&nbsp; Yet the wine was one which was well known to his kind, for with a small addition, it could become the only drink other than living blood that he could stomach.&nbsp; And it was to this addition now that the barmaid saw.&nbsp; She pulled the cork and, turning her back on the bar so she was unobserved, she pierced the pad of her thumb with a pin and let a single drop of blood drop into the bottle.&nbsp; Turning to place the bottle on the bar, while the strange alchemy worked within the wine, she blinked and went to add the coke to the rum.<br><br>It was a moment later that the barmaid returned and presented the two of them with a tray containing Sasha's rum and coke and the bottle and a crystal glass.&nbsp; Oddly, the barmaid did not ask for payment and left immediately.&nbsp; Anselm took a long moment to savour the wine- bloodwine as some called it, often, somewhat pretentiously substituting a "y" for the "i".&nbsp; He lifted a finger and reached out to stroke her cheek.&nbsp; How could it be, that she replicated Sophie's form and features so well?&nbsp; How could she be?&nbsp; Anselm shook his head, slightly and smiled, turning his attention from his own questions to hers.<br><br>"My name is Anselm," he said.&nbsp; "And yes, I come here often.&nbsp; The staff are discreet and have an uncanny knack of knowing what I want before I order."&nbsp; He grinned at the misdirection in that last statement and then continued.&nbsp; "And your name?&nbsp; It wouldn't happen to begin with an S would it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>01-02-2009, 06:08:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eyes widening in surprise as the waitress walks over to them with their drinks, Sasha lets out a laugh.&nbsp; "How on earth did you do that?" she questions the woman, only to frown as the other girl walks away without responding.&nbsp; Giving them their drinks without having to ask what they wanted was impressive, but the rude attitude cancelled out Sasha's awe. <br><br>Turning her eyes away from the woman, she instead gazes at the newly dubbed Anselm and finds all of her anger over the bad attitude she thought the waitress gave her drifting from her like it had never existed in the first place.&nbsp; Taking a small sip of her rum and coke, she gives a brief nod to herself before smiling at Anselm.&nbsp; "This is pretty good." she acknowledges. "You mean they do that 'know your drink' trick all the time?&nbsp; Thats amazing.&nbsp; No wonder you suggested this place.&nbsp; That must make getting your drinks really efficient."<br><br>Tugging on her mini skirt in yet another attempt to mentally force the material to grow longer, Sasha looks at Anselm with confusion and suprise written all over her face. "How did you know that?" she asks with a laugh as he guesses the first letter of her name.&nbsp; "Thats a really nice trick you've got there.&nbsp; My name is Sasha." she says with a laugh.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 23:47:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It seemed like your letter," Anselm said, his voice so smooth that the evasion should surely pass unnoticed.&nbsp; He took a long sip of his wine and reached out to take Sasha's left hand, lifting it and turning it over.&nbsp; With the forefinger of his other hand he traced the delicate lines on her palm, noting approvingly that there were no rings.&nbsp; It would have been regrettable had he to kill a fiancé or a husband.<br><br>"I see that you have a long destiny before you," he said, mimicing a fortune-teller's tone.&nbsp; He lifted her and and gently kissed ehr wrist, right over the pulse point.&nbsp; He could feel the blood below his lips flowing through the artery, warm and vital and it was with a will that he prevented himself from sinking his fangs into her wrist there and then,&nbsp; The call of his inner Beast was strong this night, but he bade it be silent and, oddly it complied.<br><br>When his eyes lifted to look at hers, they bore a darkness that was heavy with desire. He tilted his head and smiled.&nbsp; "You know, Sasha, I think that we were meant to meet."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 05:32:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I hadn't realized people could have their own letters." she chimes out with a laugh before taking a quick sip of her drink. Anselm seemed to be friendly enough, a bit odd in that if you weren't careful you would forget about the rest of the world in his presence, but friendly. &nbsp;She doubted he was being that distracting on purpose though. He just had this natural charm about him...<br><br>Eyes widening as he reaches out and lifts her hand to get a better look at it, Sasha takes in a deep breath; his touch sending jolts of electricity through her very veins, every carress of his finger against her palm leaving her in a state of complete disarray. &nbsp;"Oh." she says, letting out a shaky laugh as she forces herself to respond to his joke. Somehow his touch left her more sensitive than she had ever thought was possible, and as he placed a kiss on her wrist; Sasha couldn't help it as she let out a shaky whimper. &nbsp;<br><br>Her heart beating a mile per minute, Sasha's blood rushes through her veins, eager to match the speed of her quickly racing heart. &nbsp;"I don't." She says in responce, before blinking; the look on her face practically one of suprise, as though she couldn't believe that she was disagreeing with the entrancing man sitting across from her. &nbsp;"about being meant to meet or anything." she says, deciding that if she had already started she might as well continue, all though it was such a hard thing to do, as she find her mind slowing down as she got lost in Anselms eyes. &nbsp;"I don't believe in fate." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 19:07:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fate is not as people commonly believe," Anselm said, not releasing her hand.&nbsp; He looked at her along the length of her arm, his eyes dark, deep and compelling.&nbsp; "Fate is like an invitation: it calls us to take part in history, though we may choose to accept or reject the invitation."&nbsp; Once more he kissed her wrist, keeping his eyes locked on hers.&nbsp; He planted another kiss further up her arm.<br><br>"The question is, are you going to reject fate's invitation?" Anselm asked, his voice husky with some unreadable emotion.&nbsp; "Are you going to reject me?"&nbsp; With those words, he kissed her arm again and moved so that, before she knew it, he was kissing right up her arm until his lips were just inches from hers.<br><br>His eyes seemed to glow as they looked into hers and his lips moved closer to hers.&nbsp; It seemed to her that he was holding his breath as his other hand came up to caress her cheek.&nbsp; His lips brushed against hers with the faintest of touches as he whispered, "So what is it to be, Sasha?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 01:08:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The rest of the world fell away completely, as she listens to Anselm's honey soaked words, looks into his bedroom warm eyes, and feels the cool sikliness of his lips pressed against her arm.&nbsp; Thoughts of turning this man away were so far fetched, they never came close to entering Sasha's mind.&nbsp; The pure sensuality of the things he offered her tickled and tantilized Sasha's senses to the point where she could no longer figure left from right.<br><br>And seeing his lips just inches away from hers was just to much of a temptation for Sasha to resist. Leaning into his touch as he caress's her cheek, the young girl's eyes flutter closed.&nbsp; Sasha can barely contain her lusts as he gives her a taste of pure desire; his lips pressed against hers in the chastest of kisses giving her more pleasure than she could ever recall having in her entire life.&nbsp; <br><br>Answering his question in actions rather than words, Sasha moves her hands to wrap around Anselm's neck, pulling the man into a deeper kiss, desperate to feel more of the pleasure she knew he would be able to give her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 18:46:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anselm let Sasha deepen the kiss and stroked a hand up her side.&nbsp; His fingers stroked along the margin of her ribcage and up to the mound of her breast.&nbsp; As her tongue pressed past his lips, he met it with his own tongue, guiding it away from his fangs.&nbsp; He didn't want to bite her... just yet.&nbsp; His other hand pulled her closer, pressing her against him, letting her feel his body hard against hers.&nbsp; Here was not the place for him to taste her, not like that at any rate.&nbsp; Here was... Here was an introduction.<br><br>Anselm extended the kiss for long moments, until the lack of oxygen must surely have made her dizzy.&nbsp; He had no need to breathe but she did.&nbsp; His eyes glinted as he broke the kiss, knowing that he had left her literally breathless.&nbsp; He looked deeply into her eyes and raised an eyebrow.<br><br>"My apartment is close," he said.&nbsp; "Here is a little public, don't you think?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 20:34:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She <em>wanted</em> him.&nbsp; She couldn't remember wanting someone as despratly as she did right then.&nbsp; He was like a drug, and she couldn't get enough.&nbsp; It wasn't until he finally pulled away from her that she realized that she had nearly passed out due to loss of oxygen.&nbsp; The world was blurry, and it took her a few minutes to get enough air to stop the dizziness.&nbsp; <br><br>When she came to realize that Anselm had literally stolen her breath away she was left...speechless.&nbsp; She had heard of the term before, of course; everyone had.&nbsp; But she never knew how literal it was meant to be.&nbsp; Already, she found herself itching to kiss him again; needing the delicious feel of his skin against her own. <br><br>"Yes." she agrees, just aware of her surroundings enough to realize that he had asked her a question, and at that point; she would have agreed to anything.&nbsp; "Lets go." she urges, already rising from the booth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 22:06:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anselm laughed softly when he saw Sasha's reaction.&nbsp; She was ripe for the picking, it seemed, ready to fall into his power.&nbsp; He stood to and took her into his arms and kissed her once more.&nbsp; This time he broke the kiss quickly and took hold of her hand and led her from the bar.<br><br>"This way," he commanded, "It's not far."&nbsp; And indeed it was not, for in a matter of moments they were in the lift to his apartment.&nbsp; He owned the entire building, indeed, he had had it designed to his own specifications.&nbsp; So the lift would open into his apartment and not into a hallway.<br><br>However, inside the lift, Anselm kissed Sofie again.&nbsp; This time, he didn't hold short and he pushed past her lips with his tongue.&nbsp; His hands rose up her sides pulling at her clothing and at her.&nbsp; He pressed his body against hers and undulated against her, peeling off her jacket.&nbsp; And then he broke the kiss and stepped away, out through the open doors of the lift into his apartment.<br><br>"So, are you coming?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 07:06:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Following him blindly out of the bar, at this point Sasha was far to gone to even consider something as trivial as the fact that they had forgotten to pay for their drinks.<br><br>It seemed as though movement with Anselm never took long.&nbsp; The bar had been a short distance, and his apartment an even shorter one.&nbsp; It was hard to focus on such things when he refused to stop touching her however.&nbsp; He had never let go of her hand, and the moment they went into the elevator he consumed her once more.&nbsp; <br><br>Every fiber of her being buzzed with anticipation, his tongue driving her to an odd state of delerium.&nbsp; She barely noticed when her jacket feel to the floor; leaving her pale shoulders bare.&nbsp; <br><br>It was only when he spoke once more that she realized he had broken the kiss and was waiting for her to follow him into his apartment.&nbsp; Oddly enough, Sasha felt the sudden urge to say no.&nbsp; Somewhere in the haze Anselm turned her mind into, she recognized the fact that something felt <em>wrong</em> about his apartment...felt wrong about everything, even him...<br><br>Of course, once she focused on Anselm again, those concerns drifted out of her mind, and she steps through the elevator doors and into the lair of the beast.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 14:43:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				And there was something decidedly beastlike, or perhaps animalistic might be more accurate, about Anselm's actions as Sasha stepped into his apartment.&nbsp; He stepped over to her and pulled her towards him, pressing his lips to hers in a deep, intense kiss. He drew her deeper into the room, his mouth all but devouring hers as his fingers plucked at her clothing.<br><br>Indeed, there was more of the animal in heat than the man about him as the talons of his fingers pulled at her clothes.&nbsp; His fingernails were sharp, so that his fingers were talons indeed, and he all but peeled her out of her clothes, his maddening kisses urging her to throw all alarm and caution to the wind and to give in to the passion and wanton desire and to accept the pleasures he was offering her.<br><br>In a matter of moments he had pulled her to a large divan and he took hold of her shoulders and threw himself backwards, pulling her after him.&nbsp; It was this that finally pried his lips from hers, though it merely gave him the opportunity to whisper hotly into her ear.<br><br>"You feel the fire in your blood?"&nbsp; His voice was warm and as rich as honey, dripping through her ear and into her very soul.&nbsp; "Come and quench the fire in a sea of ecstasy."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 05:57:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Her clothes were off.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;When did he take her clothes off?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He was still kissing her, he was <em>very</em> good at that.&nbsp; <br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Why was he still wearing clothes?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>The only thoughts that Sasha was able to manage were the simplest of ones, and whenever one did pop up; it would only last a moment before drifting away into the fog of pleasure.&nbsp; <br><br>She was on top of him now.&nbsp; Momevents seemd to go by in a slow blur; the only things keeping with the motion of regular time being the groans that kept on emerging from her vocal cords.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking down at him with misty eyes as he whispers into her ear, Sasha positively quakes on top of him.&nbsp; She may have been the one on top and in the dominant position, but she was <em>not</em> the one in control of the situtation.<br>With shaky hands, she undoes his pants, quickly tearing them off of him along with his undergarments.&nbsp; This was no a session for foreplay.&nbsp; She wouldn't have been able to last if it was, it would have been to unbearable for her body to take that kind of pleasure.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; She wanted him.&nbsp; She wanted him <em>now</em>.<br><br>With that thought in mind, Sasha doesn't hesitate as she forces herself down atop his member, her back arching in ecstasy as she finally feels the one thing she had been dying to since they left the bar.&nbsp; Completion.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 11:03:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anselm relaxed.&nbsp; It was clear now that Sophie- Sasha, he corrected himself- was losing herself in the pleasures of giving in to the glamour he had cast over her.&nbsp; She was so eager for his kisses, so eager to let him caress her and to fall into the abyss with him.&nbsp; Already, he could feel her hands striving to divest him of his clothes, already she was becoming an active participant in her subjugation rather than a passive one.&nbsp; All it needed was another reward every few minutes, some small stimulating action to keep her mind floating on a mist of pleasure.<br><br>As Sasha pulled his shirt off, Anslelm sent his hand down to caress the inside of her knee.&nbsp; Then, arching his neck to capture her lips in another blazing kiss, he lightly dragged his nails up her inner thigh, letting his fingers trace subtle designs on her skin as he did so.&nbsp; Breaking the kiss, he captured her lower lip in his teeth and tugged for a moment, pulling the lip.&nbsp; As the lip pulled from between his teeth, he slipped the finger of the hand, resting now on the junction of her thighs, between her other lips and along the moist flesh behind them.<br><br>However, these little caresses and nibbles meant that Sasha was more insistent now and would not be satisfied with merely his finger.&nbsp; She had completed her task of undressing him and now surrendered herself fully to the compulsion he so casually crafted.&nbsp; She pulled away from his hand and, almost desperately, impaled herself on his manhood.<br><br>For Anselm, the result of this was more than a little unexpected, for it recalled both his passionate trysts with Sophie all those centuries ago and the overwhelming compulsion he had when Anissa initiated him into the joys of his new nature.&nbsp; Sasha was as lovely as Sophie had been, yet there was, in her desperate abandonment to the pleasures he offered, something of the way he had been when Anissa had comforted him after Sophie's death.<br><br>Almost, Anselm thought to pull away, to withdraw, to save Sophie's revenant from herself and- more importantly- from him.&nbsp; But the sensation of her body riding his, the sight of what appeared to be his lost beloved squirming in pleasure atop him and the simple fact of his growing bloodlust were far too much for the withered remains of his conscience to face.&nbsp; &nbsp;So it was that he, too, surrendered to the heat between their bodies and began to writhe beneath her, matching each of her thrusts with his own, feeling his fangs ache within his mouth as his body prepared itself to take hers in a way that she could never have anticipated.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 23:07:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His touches he sent her way before she forced herself on top of him made it all the more unbearable.&nbsp; She couldn't control herself.&nbsp; Couldn't contain the things she was feeling.&nbsp; The pleasure was so immense and intense it practically hurt her.&nbsp; She could no longer think, could only push herself harder, so that he was forced deeper inside of her.<br><br>She could never recall being made to feel this way during sex.&nbsp; Sasha wasn't a whore or anything like that, but she was no virgin.&nbsp; She knew what she liked, knew what was enjoyable...but this....this....she almost felt like she was out of her league.&nbsp; Felt like she was an amature marathon runner going up against an Olympic gold medalist.&nbsp; She couldn't keep up, couldn't manage any kind of control. Could only try to do her best, and hope that would be good enough.<br><br>It wasn't like she wasn't enjoying herself though.&nbsp; No, it was more like she was just a bit unused to enjoying herself quite this much.&nbsp; Any sense of propriety had gone from Sasha's mind; as she pushes herself up and down on the man below her, bouncing in a more provactive way then she could ever recall doing before, her breasts moving every so slightly with each and every one of her movements.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 19:58:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anselm looked up with heavy lidded eyes at the beautiful woman bouncing upon him.&nbsp; He, too, was enjoying himself immensely, but it was a more calculating enjoyment than the unadulterated physical pleasure that Sohie was experiencing.&nbsp; He was enjoying the moist friction of her bucking, true, but he derived almost as much pleasure from seeing her surrender to his domination of her senses.<br><br>Then again, that meant she was feeling more than physical pleasure as well, Anselm realised.&nbsp; Part of what she was feeling had to be the joy of a total abandonment of self, thanks to the particular state he had put her in.&nbsp; She was most likely experiencing for the first time, the freedom to act without any of the strictures that society placed on the actions of everyone.&nbsp; Such a feeling of liberation could create a feeling of heady euphoria that could only add to the pleasures of the bedchamber.&nbsp; And then, of course, there was that dark joy that was so addictive, the bliss of submitting entirely to the will of another.&nbsp; Anselm had known it with Anissa and he had made sure that each of his mortal pets knew it too, even if it was mixed with another, darker ecstasy.<br><br>Hearing Sophie moan, Anselm realised that her time was close, that soon she would cry out and fly on the wings of her climax.&nbsp; And it was then that he would really turn her inside out with a sensation that he knew she would never have felt before, the dark, irresistible ecstasy that steals the volition from those from whom the vampires feed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 02:52:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't hold on. Couldn't last. While she was no virgin, Sasha found herself unable to keep up with her current partner. It felt too good, he was hitting all the right spots and whats more, she got the distinct impression that he knew it.&nbsp; In a way, it was a bit odd.&nbsp; She was on top of him, but she couldn't help but feel as though he was the one in control.&nbsp; As though, even though she was the one speeding up their thrusts; he was the one who was deciding that it would happen.<br><br>There was a freedom within all of this.&nbsp; Losing herself in pleasure, not concerned with the way things looked, or where she stood with him. It didn't matter that she barely knew the man; or that she was sleeping with him when he was in reality, nothing more than a rebound date.<br><br>It was all just about the enjoyment of it.&nbsp; It was all about reaching that peak; of getting to the place that cured the fire in her blood.<br><br>Finally, Sasha cried out; releasing herself to the ecstasy as she orgasms.&nbsp; Tilting her head back; her neck unknowingly open towards the dark intentions she was not aware were coming, Sasha lets out a scream as she clenches herself around his member.&nbsp; Staring up at the ceiling of Anselm's apartment, she could practically see lights flash before her eyes.&nbsp; It was all too good, so good.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 03:25:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anselm felt her climax as her muscles clenched around him and he, too, surrendered to the pleasures of their coupling and exploded inside her, howling in ecstasy.&nbsp; As he felt her quake on him he sat up and pressed his lips on her breastbone, between her breasts and right over her rapidly beating heart in a long, intense kiss.&nbsp; Then he turned his head to the side and enfolded her nipple between his lips, sucking it, making her writhe even more and causing the blood to flow and evert the sensitive bud to point solidly into his mouth.<br><br>Yet before she could adjust to these new sensations, before the fiery bliss of her orgasm subsided, he bit down on the nipple, his preternaturally sharp teeth slicing into the ruddy flesh of the aureole.&nbsp; Hearing her whimper from the pain, he sucked again, drawing from her a mouthful of her blood.<br><br>This, he knew, from his last moments as a mortal, would be the clincher.&nbsp; For there is some strange, dark enchantment or glamour about the feeding of a vampire that causes not pain, but pleasure, intense and irresistible pleasure, a dark ecstasy that&nbsp; bears no comparison even from the soaring ecstasy of the orgasm that had so overwhelmed Sasha only moments before. And so he sucked, partly for his own nutrition, partly for the sheer pleasure of it, but mainly to assert his dominance over her, to give her a dark addiction that she would, most likely, find impossible to kick.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 05:08:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He wasn't giving her a chance to rest.&nbsp; Even as she was reaching the aftermath of orgasm, he still wasn't finished with her.&nbsp; Letting out a shaky moan as he encircles one of her nipples within his mouth; Sasha shakes her head back and forth as her fingernails dig into Anselm's shoulders. Normally, her grip would have been enough to draw small droplets of blood; for some odd reason, her nails weren't enough to leave even the faintest of marks.<br><br>There were lots of things that Sasha expected Anselm to do after after he gave her the best orgasm of her life.<br><br>She could imagine him asking her if she wanted a shower, asking if he could join.&nbsp; She could imagine him pulling out a cigarette or simply falling asleep. Hell, she could even imagine him telling her to leave.<br><br>He bit her.&nbsp; <br><br>She hadn't been able to imagine that.<br><br>It was horrifying.&nbsp; It was wrong.&nbsp; But worse than that....It it felt more intoxicating than the orgasm he had given her just mere seconds ago.&nbsp; It was more.&nbsp; It was better.&nbsp; It was electrifying.&nbsp; Her very acknowledgment of these truths sent a pit to her stomach like nothing she had ever experienced before.&nbsp; She hated herself a little for it, but she couldn't stop her enjoyment.&nbsp; Couldn't control her thrashing body.<br><br>Screaming out to the sky, Sasha grabs at his hair, unsure if she was trying to pull him off of her or push him closer.<br><br>What was he doing to her? And why was he doing it?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 12:10:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anselm drunk just enough to allow Sasha to fully experience the intoxicating rapture that his kindred euphemistically called the Kiss and then he licked the wound.&nbsp; This was another part of vampiric existence that Anselm had been most carefully taught by Anissa: to remove the signs of the bite by that small magic granted all of his ilk, to lick the wound first closed and then healed.&nbsp; There would be no marring of Sasha's flesh as a result of his attentions, no scarring or weakness would ever diminish the beauty of her form, well none that resulted from his feeding from her, anyway.<br><br>He licked and kissed his way up her chest, over her collar bones to the angle of her shoulder and neck.&nbsp; All the while, his hands slid over her skin, caressing, soothing, exploring.&nbsp; His fingertips lightly traced the lines of her ribs at her side and up around the margins of her breasts, their touch so light that it might be little more than a soft breeze caressing her.&nbsp; As his lips brushed along her jawline, he let his breath caress the sensitive skin of her cheek before asking her that most important of questions.<br><br>"Was that good for you, Sasha?" Anselm breathed into her ear.&nbsp; "And would you like more of the same?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 05:57:56</strong>
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				She couldn't breath.&nbsp; She could only watch as he...god, she couldn't even form the thought in her mind without a struggle.&nbsp; He was drinking her blood.&nbsp; That was what he was doing.&nbsp; And it sent a fire through her blood like nothing else ever had.&nbsp; Not even there fucking had felt so good.&nbsp; She was almost upset to feel him stop, feeling him licking at her breast before rising up to her shoulder and her neck. <br><br>He was giving her no time to rest.&nbsp; No time to think or settle her mind from the disarray his touches and kisses and licks sent her.&nbsp; He was overwhelming her, and she was more than a little certain that he knew it too.<br><br>When he spoke, it almost surprised her.&nbsp; Though her mind was far to gone through his constant attentions to fit in suprise with the rest of what she was feeling though.<br><br>His words themselves haunted her.&nbsp; Horrified her.&nbsp; Nearly shocked her out of her pleasured haze.&nbsp; He was asking her if she enjoyed being bitten? If she wanted him to do it again?<br><br>Her very soul shouted no, what he had just done was wrong.&nbsp; So very wrong.&nbsp; But her body sang a different song, and her mouth obeyed her body over her heart.&nbsp; "Yes.." she moans out; closing her eyes as she tilts her head so that her lips would mesh against his once more.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 01:15:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anselm heard Sasha beg and he smiled, leaning in to kiss the side of her throat.&nbsp; His lips opened and his tongue slid over her skin and he let his fangs press against the soft, sensitive skin, denting but not puncturing it.&nbsp; He whispered into her ear, stroking the fingers of one hand slowly down her spine.<br><br>"You want it again, do you?"&nbsp; He crooned encouragingly, his hands stroking and caressing her. He stoked a spiral around the base of her spine and he started making suggestions.<br><br>"I could do it here," he said, indicating the base of her spine with a stroke of his finger.&nbsp; "Or here."&nbsp; Anselm oved his hand to lightly caress her inner thigh. "Or here, or here or here."&nbsp; As he spoke, his fingers wandered over her body, tracing a map of desire over her skin.&nbsp; "In the end, my sweet Sasha, there are many places to explore and enjoy and you can choose which we try until we hit upon a favourite."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 03:12:43</strong>
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				Shivering as his tongue slides against her skin, the fangs that mere minutes before had sunk into her breast and drank her very blood scraping against her in a disturbingly wonderful way.&nbsp; She didn't want this.&nbsp; She DIDN'T want this.&nbsp; Yet....she couldn't find the strength to push him away.&nbsp; It wouldn't take much, she was still on top of him for the most part, it wasn't like he was blocking her escape. But...but he didn't need too.&nbsp; And he knew it too. Knew that he didn't need to worry about her running off, because she wouldn't dare.&nbsp; A single session of sex and a single bite, and it felt as though she was addicted to the strongest of heroins. <br><br>"Yes!" she moans out in answer to his question as his fingers ever so slightly trace against her skin, teasing her in a way that caused her to squirm in the most delightful of ways. Her skin, shining with perspiration caused by their recent activities desperate for more of his touch.<br><br>Letting out the softest of whimpers as he begins to trail over her body in musing over where next to sink his teeth in her, for a moment Sasha manages to regain control of herself.&nbsp; "Stop it!" She shouts, jerking away from him for a moment before staring at him with desperate eyes.<br><br>She didn't want him touching her..she didn't want him...she didn't want...she didn't...<br><br>She wanted.<br><br>"Just do it." she finally moans out; offering up her arm for him to take another bite. Already finding herself desprate to feel the pleasure such a thing gave her once more.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 00:41:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anselm watched the battle playing out in her psyche as it displayed itself in her reactions.&nbsp; He could see the desire, the loathing, the need of a burgeoning addiction and the fear of what that addiction meant all in the flutter of her breathing and the beat of her pulse in her neck.&nbsp; He could see it all, every swing of the pendulum between between desire and fear, will and will not and between defiance and surrender.&nbsp; The wideness of her eyes and the dilation of her pupils spoke of the conflict within her.<br><br>And then her words made that conflict audible.&nbsp; It was curiously intimate listening as he heard her open her soul to him with her voice.&nbsp; She was balanced on a knife edge and he smiled as he saw her totter and fall and offer herself to him with an outstretched arm.<br><br>Anselm took the offer and bit into the wrist she held out to him, sucking on it, drawing the blood into his mouth and letting her feel the pleasure of what was euphemistically called the Kiss overwhelm her.&nbsp; He drank from her for a moment and then licked the wound closed.&nbsp; Yet, before her head cleared, he pulled her to him and bit down on her throat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 20:03:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was biting her.&nbsp; He was <em>biting</em> her.&nbsp; Why was she enjoying it so much? How could she writhe in such pleasure when all he was doing was sinking his teeth into her skin and sucking her of her life.&nbsp; &nbsp;Because that was what he was doing.&nbsp; He was stealing the very essence of her; the thing that kept her body going, her life blood.&nbsp; It was sick, and it was twisted, and she loved it.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't even have enough time to get a hold of herself, as the moment he finishes with her wrist, he pulls her to him; sinking his teeth into her neck.&nbsp; In an odd way, it felt like a really intense hickey; though now she knew that all the men in her past were just imitating the true pleasure such a thing could give.&nbsp; She had never felt real pleasure until tonight, never knew what she was missing. <br><br>And then, without him touching either her breasts or her pussy, she came.&nbsp; She came from having her blood getting sucked.&nbsp; Squirming in pleasure; Sasha's back arches as she basks in the glow ecstasy gave her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 23:14:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Sasha convulsed in the throes of passion, Anselm slowly licked her wound healed.&nbsp; She was, by her reactions, well and truly addicted to the dark pleasures he could give her.&nbsp; She would seek this out again and again, he was sure, but she was not yet addicted to <em>him</em>.&nbsp; She would be easy prey now, for any of his kindred that happened upon her.&nbsp; She would, as soon as she realised what they were, offer herself to them willingly, a little happy meal on legs.&nbsp; She would become little more than a blood doll, an addict seeking out any who could give her the ecstasy she craved.<br><br>He could not let that happen to her, he never shared his vessels and Sophie's revenant deserved better than to be reduced to the state of begging any passing vampire to drink from her.&nbsp; He wouldn't let that happen.&nbsp; He couldn't.&nbsp; He would have to make sure that he was the only one from whom she sought this.<br><br>He lifted his thumb to his moth and bit on its pad.&nbsp; A dark red bead of blood welled up, its scent already noticeable to his preternaturally sharp senses.&nbsp; He lifted the thmb to her and held it before her lips.&nbsp; Its&nbsp; strong, cloying, coppery scent would slowly insinuate itself into her senses and pull on her desires and make her want...<br><br>Anselm did not want to put that to chance and he used his thumb to anoint her lips with his blood.&nbsp; He held her with almost tender care and he stroked her cheek, holginghis thumb close ready for her to drink from it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 23:31:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching him bite into his own thumb, Sasha stares on with a kind of semi conscious curiosity.&nbsp; The ecstasy had ended, and she was experiencing the pleasant feelings the aftermath of an orgasm was known to give people; every once in awhile her cunt clenched itself, in a twisted way her body understanding that she had been given orgasm without truly having been touched.&nbsp; She spent the next few moments merely watching him, having long given up trying to be able to think straight. She wouldn't succeed, and he always did something to her whenever she got close.<br><br>She didn't understand the concerns going through Anselm's mind, mostly because she still hadn't realized she was addicted to the feeling of his fangs in her skin yet.&nbsp; She was sated for now, but it was only a matter of time before the craving began.<br><br>Slightly confused as he rubs the blood from his thumb onto her mouth like a gothic version of lipstick, Sasha doesn't speak the question her eyes held as she stares at him.&nbsp; Not even realizing her actions as she performs them, she licks at her lips.&nbsp; Widening her eyes as the sharp taste fills her mouth, she raises shaking hands and grabs hold of Anselm's hand. <br><br>There was really no need to grab onto him like that, his thumb already inches from her face as his opposing hand stroked at her cheek.&nbsp; But she did it anyway, as a kind of way to make sure that he wouldn't teasingly pull away from her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Very slowly, she raises his thumb to her mouth; green eyes staring up at his as she pulls his thumb into her mouth and sucks on it; the sharp metallic taste of his blood coating her tongue.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 20:00:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anselm let her suck on his thumb for some time and then he gently withdrew it from her mouth.&nbsp; She had the taste for it now and she would crave it more surely than she would crave the ecstasy of being fed upon.&nbsp; Moreover, the mystical properties of the unholy communion they had just shared were such that she was now bound tightly to him: it was the taste of his blood that she would crave; it was his fangs that she would want at her throat; it was his approval that she would, now, be desperate to secure.&nbsp; He had marked her with his blood and any other of his kind that encountered her would pause before tasting her, for fear of his wrath.<br><br>In her current state, with his blood becoming assimilated by her body, she was very open to him, open to his influence.&nbsp; It was time for him to draw out more knowledge from her and then to let her sleep.&nbsp; He looked into her eyes deeply, willing her to fall into a trance, whispering over and over again his requests.&nbsp; It would be when she began to answer his questions that he would know she was thoroughly ensorcelled.&nbsp; Over and over his sibilant whisper repeated the questions:<br><br><em>Your full name?&nbsp; Your address? Your cell number?</em>&nbsp; Once she answered these, he would begin to explore her life more fully, more deeply and then he would set his commands.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 23:09:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				And then his thumb was gone.&nbsp; She missed it already.&nbsp; Wanted more of that specific flavor that only he had ever been able to give her.&nbsp; Normally, Sasha would be disgusted by what had just transpired.&nbsp; He had drank her blood, and then had her drink his.&nbsp; It was wierd.&nbsp; It was awful. It was bizarre.&nbsp; It was the kind of thing you saw happen in horror movies that made you have to put down your popcorn and wait until your stomach had settled.&nbsp; But now...now she loved it.&nbsp; It was the most amazing feeling in the world, and she just couldn't wait to experience it again.<br><br>He was staring into her eyes, and Sasha could feel her very soul become overwhelmed in the depths of his eternal eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;She dare not look away, she felt as though she'd become lost into forever if she attempted such a thing.&nbsp; And in the mists of her mind, he began to ask her questions.<br><br>"My name?...Its..." god, what was her name?&nbsp; He head was a blur.&nbsp; "Sasha.&nbsp; Sasha Marie LeMont." she finally says after a moment or twos hesitation.&nbsp; She follows with her cell phone number, rattling off the memorized digits without even really realizing she had done so.&nbsp; A moments hesitation was all it took before she gave him her adress as well.&nbsp; She lived in a shoddy area of the city; all apartment complex's, not dangerous, but not a place were anyone would actually choose to live in if able to afford something decent. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 01:25:21</strong>
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				"Tell me, Sasha Marie LeMont," Anselm asked, "You enjoyed what we shared this evening?&nbsp; You'd like to have it happen again?"&nbsp; These might appear to be but the starting questions to what might loosely be called an interrogation.&nbsp; But they were not, their structure was very cleverly thought out: the ambiguity of their wording was such as to reinforce that she did enjoy what they had done, that she did want to do it again.&nbsp; <br><br>As Anselm went through his interrogation, he kept returning to those two questions, sometimes singly and sometimes in pairs. "Do you like your home?&nbsp; Do you eat a lot of fish?&nbsp; Are your parents alive?&nbsp; You enjoyed what we shared this evening?&nbsp; Do you have a boyfriend?&nbsp; Do you like red wine? You enjoyed what we shared this evening?&nbsp; You'd like to have it happen again?&nbsp; Does anybody know where you are?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 04:14:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I enjoyed this." She agrees, not realizing she was agreeing to a statement and not answering a question.&nbsp; "I want it to happen again." she continues softly, licking her lips as she thinks about the taste of him on her tongue once more.&nbsp; She definatly wanted to have him again, couldn't imagine experiencing such a thing with anyone else; and didn't really want too.<br><br>"My homes alright. Its livable." she says, furrowing her brow as she tries to concentrate on his questions.&nbsp; "I..I don't eat much fish.&nbsp; My parents are alive. I enjoyed what we shared this evening. I have a boyfriend." She barely knew what she was answering, just went through the motions of it all.&nbsp; "I like red wine.&nbsp; I enjoyed what went on this evening." It seemed as though everytime she answered that one specific question, she became more confidant in her answer.&nbsp; The sky was blue, and she enjoyed what went on this evening.&nbsp; "I'd like it to happen again. No one knows I'm here." she finishes, smiling lightly and not knowing why she was doing so.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 20:16:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was wonderfully pliant, Anselm thought, wonderfully susceptible to him and he smiled at Sasha'seagerness to tell him the details of her life.&nbsp; The edge was off, he thought, and now that the answers were flowing, Anselm knew that future answers would be easier for her to give and that by agreeing with him, she was just confirming a pattern where she would continue to agree with him.<br><br>"Of course nobody knows," Anselm smiled as he continued to bombard her with questions and suggestions.&nbsp; "You wanted this to happen tonight, that why you <em>came </em>with me?"&nbsp; The slight emphasis should be enough to recall to her mind the arousal she had felt earlier.&nbsp; "What's your favourite colour?&nbsp; You <em>really </em>enjoyed what we shared tonight?&nbsp; Do you like bagels?&nbsp; How tall are you?&nbsp; You want me to take you again?&nbsp; What do you like on the TV?&nbsp; What music do you like? You wanted me and didn't want your boyfriend? Who's your favourite author?&nbsp; What was the last film you saw?&nbsp; You're desperate for me to take you again?&nbsp; You would do anything for another taste?<br><br>And then Anselm sat back and watched as her befuddled mind began to sort through all he had fed her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 01:32:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was continuing his questions. They were hard to keep track of, and she was getting pretty tired, truth be told. Of course, her physical exhaustion over the past few events made her all the more susseptable to his hidden suggestions; made her all the more willing to answer him with honesty.<br><br>"I came with you because I wanted this to happen tonight." she agrees, shivering lightly as she thinks about how wonderfully she had come just a short while ago.&nbsp; "My favorite color is purple, I really enjoyed what we shared tonight, I hate bagels."&nbsp; On and on he kept on going, her muddled mind keeping up just enough for her to answer, but not enough to truly understand.&nbsp; "I am 5'8, I want you to take me again and again and again." It seemed her sex drive added a bit to that last statement.&nbsp; "I like watching sitcoms.&nbsp; I love jazz. I wanted you and not my boyfriend. I don't have a favorite author." She was so busy answering his questions, that she barely understood when he asked her an important question and when he asked her something frivolous.<br><br>"Why are you asking me all this?" she finally asks; waking up a bit from her semi conscious state well enough to realize that something very odd was going on. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 21:12:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anselm lifted an eyebrow at Sasha's question and pondered, briefly, how to deal with it.&nbsp; He decided that he would answer her and use her answers.&nbsp; He&nbsp; smiled and gently trailed a finger around her nipple in a spiral.&nbsp; She was already susceptible to him, already addicted to what he could do to her.<br><br>"I am interested in you Sasha, very interested," he said, letting that finger gently flick her nipple at the end of its spiral.&nbsp; "And of course, you're interested in me too, after all, you do want me to take you again.&nbsp; The question is, what will you do to get it again?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 22:58:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Letting out an almost pained moan as he ever so softly plays around her nipple, his words once more become shadowed to her mind; her focus almost completely on the pleasure he was able to give her.&nbsp; And he was sooo good at that.<br><br>Letting out a soft cry as he flicks at her nipple; Sasha jerks forward slightly, as though to follow his fingers as they drift away from her glistening skin.&nbsp; He was interested in her?&nbsp; Was that what he said?&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; Blinking slowly, Sasha doesn't even bother to follow that train of thought before she focuses on what else the man before her had to say.<br><br>"I'd do anything." she breathes out, her eyes yearning for him beofre she reaches out, pulling the man into an embrace.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 00:31:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"But of course you would," Anselm agreed before Sasha pulled him into a passionate kiss.&nbsp; He stroked along her back, the middle finger of his hand tracing the bumps of her vertebrae.&nbsp; She was definitely addicted, definitely out of her depth.&nbsp; He twirled his tongue around hers, before breaking the kiss to lean down and kiss her throat.<br><br>His fangs grazed the skin of her neck as he breathed against her sensitive skin.&nbsp; He began to kiss his way up her throat and jawline to whisper in her ear.&nbsp; <br><br>"You feel your quickened pulse," he whispered. "You feel the excitement which is perfect for your new addiction.&nbsp; That's how it begins sweet one, still hoping to be bitten: a fly in the spider's web, a moth to the flame.&nbsp; I am in you now, you will feel me continually, constantly craving more.&nbsp; The fire in your blood is the reason, the fact that, 'till now, your life has been luke warm and you crave the fire."&nbsp; He stood,&nbsp; and stepped away, pulling some clothes for her from a wardrobe.&nbsp; He threw the garments, much better than those he had ruined, to her.<br><br>"I must leave now, and you might want to go home," Anselm said, pulling on his clothes.&nbsp; "I will be waiting for you here after sunset.&nbsp; Go and discover if you miss me and ponder the thought of what I've given you being withdrawn."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 20:59:43</strong>
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				Responding to his kiss, she places her hands on either side of his neck, just above his shoulders.&nbsp; This man...Anselm, he was amazing.&nbsp; Every single touch was like he was carressing the most sensitive of places on her body. If it didn't feel so good, it would be awful.<br><br>Letting out a soft cry as his fangs play over her skin; not enough to draw blood, just enough to tease her with the awareness that they were there, and that he wasn't going to sink into her again.&nbsp; But she wanted him too.&nbsp; She wanted him to drink from her, wanted him to give her more of his own intoxicating blood.&nbsp; Wanted everything that went on tonight to happen all over again.&nbsp; It didn't even seem odd that she would want these things to happen to her anymore.<br><br>She did feel her pulse quicken when he spoke about it, more than that; she was finally given a word for what she was feeling.&nbsp; Addiction.&nbsp; She was addicted.&nbsp; Addicted to his touch, addicted to his taste, addicted to everything about the man.&nbsp; Staring at him with wide eyes as he speaks undeniable truth about how she is like a fly caught in a spiders web, she nods slowly in agreement to his words.&nbsp; <br><br>Catching the clothes he tossed her way, she stared at them for a moment.&nbsp; She recognized the labels.&nbsp; People who dressed in these kinds of clothes got mugged in her neighborhood.&nbsp; She doubted it would happen to her though, they knew her.&nbsp; And beyond that...she felt oddly invincible, all while feeling completely vulnerable. No one could touch her, but the one who could was able to take hold of her very soul.&nbsp; <br><br>After getting dressed in the high quality clothes, she stands in front of the doorway.&nbsp; "I..I'll be here.&nbsp; Tomorrow." she promises, reluctant to leave his presence; taking a small eternity to step into the elevator so that she could have just a few more moments with him.&nbsp; Finally however, the elevator door closes; and Sasha finds herself releasing a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding within her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 16:08:55</strong>
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				The following evening, Anselm rose early- indeed the sun had barely set- and used a s[iral stair in his apartment to descend to the floor beneath his.&nbsp; That floor was not reachable by the lift.&nbsp; Indeed, it;s only entrance and exit was by the stair that Anselm used.&nbsp; This was his farm, as he thought of it.&nbsp; The floor of the block where he kept his less independent pets, the ones where his use of his ability to dominate the human mind had, over the years, stripped them of anything resembling free will.<br><br>He was not likely to discard them, just because they could do little more than remember to eat and keep themselves hygienic.&nbsp; However, it was not out of a sense of kindness that he kept them on, it was more out of a sense of good husbandry.&nbsp; They were little more than livestock really- kine, some of his kindred called them- and Anselm was determined to safeguard his food supply.&nbsp; So he maintained his farm, the better to keep his predations hidden from the great mass of humanity.<br><br>Not every mortal who came into his orbit ended up as part of his herd.&nbsp; Sasha, for example, did not need him to use his particular talent to dominate the human mind to become pliable and suggestible around him.&nbsp; Her body's reactions to him, to his feeding, to the taste of his blood were already enough to make her more than willing to go along with his suggestions.&nbsp; She was excellent ghoul material, he thought, if she continued as she had started.&nbsp; She would retain her humanity, the ability to abide the sun's rays and the ability to eat and drin mortal food, yet she would gain a greatly extended life-span and enhanced strength and perceptions.&nbsp; The only price would be a physical dependence on his blood and an inability to go against his wishes.<br><br>Anselm lifted his face from the neck of the third member of his herd that he had fed from since entering the farm and stopped musing about Sasha's future.&nbsp; Was it only her resemblance to long dead Sophie that kept her in his thoughts?&nbsp; He had drunk deeply, enough to reduce three of his herd to unconsciousness; the effort of rising early always made him thirsty.&nbsp; Now, he could wait and feed upon Sasha with no risk... a greatly reduced risk, he amended his thought, of drinking too much.&nbsp; He could hit her again and again with the pleasure and bind her still closer to him.&nbsp; He climbed the stairs and sat on his couch waiting.&nbsp; Tonight Sasha would get her second taste of his blood.&nbsp; After a third taste, she would be his completely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 05:45:33</strong>
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				Walking back to her apartment, Sasha couldn't feel the cold.&nbsp; Couldn't feel the icy wind that she had struggled with earlier in the night.&nbsp; She was wearing warmer clothes, but it was more because of the adrenaline rush.&nbsp; She had just had sex with, and had her blood drunk from...from a vampire.&nbsp; She could barely think, let alone work out that it was freezing outside.<br><br>She finally reaches her apartment building; and climbs three stories of the seven story building,she took the stairs, as the place had no elevator,&nbsp; and upon reaching the third floor; walked herself down the obviously uncared for hallway.<br><br>A foreign couple could be heard shouting in another language a floor above her, while rock music could be heard blaring a few rooms across from her's, and below her a babies wail could clearly be heard.Sasha's floor smelled faintly like a mix of chinese and indian food, but then again, the whole building wasn't exactly the Ritz.<br><br>Unlocking the door, Sasha takes in the sight of her room listlessly. It was like walking into her head; she enjoyed that part. Every inch of every wall was covered with drawings partly because she was proud of them, and partly to cover up the fifty year old walls. Some were unfinished scenery paintings, and others were portraits of a mix of people. Some people were obviously related to Sasha, a sketch of a few male figures could be seen, five of whom either had the same smile or eyes as she did. A completed painting of an elderly couple stood near the tiny kitchenette, obviously Sasha's parents.<br><br>The walls were a mesh of color and memories. Moments in time that Sasha had managed to capture in canves. People sleeping on the bus were slammed onto paper nearby Bella's tiny window. A small blue jay standing on a horse's back could be seen only half coloured near her microwave.<br><br>Advertisements of famous art gala's that the young girl had been to far away from to go to, and to poor to afford a ticket regardless were taped onto her walls.<br><br>Sasha's room was a testomony to her love. To her art. To her soul, and the entire place could only barely fit herself in it.&nbsp; <br><br>Normally, she was proud of what she had in this tiny apartment, proud that she had made it a place that someone could almost enjoy living in.&nbsp; That night; she felt nothing as she walked inside.&nbsp; Her soul was distracted.<br><br>Five messages were on her answering machine.&nbsp; All from Ryan.&nbsp; The first two were apologies, the last three were worried, 'where are you' messages.<br><br>-<br><br>Her phone was ringing.<br><br>It was ringing again.<br><br>It wasn't stopping.<br><br>Groaning, she lifts the phone up to her ear; only to grimace as Ryan begins to shout at her through the telephone. "I was out most of the night." She says with a yawn as she listens to him talk.&nbsp; "I met somebody." she explains casually before grimacing once more as he shouts at her again. After a few tired promises of talking to him later in the day, Amy hangs up and works on preparing for the day.<br><br>She had to get to work.<br><br>--<br><br>Several hours later had the sun setting, and Sasha being forced into a dinner with Ryan.&nbsp; He'd arrived at her place of work, and after a good forty-five minutes of arguing, she caved.<br><br>This had to have been the first dinner where Ryan wasn't getting a phone call to draw him away.&nbsp; And this had to be the first time that Sasha had so desperately wanted to leave.&nbsp; She knew what he was doing.&nbsp; Now that he knew she wouldn't put up with his shit anymore, he was desperately trying to fix their sad excuse of an relationship.&nbsp; All Sasha could focus on was how late she was.<br><br>Finally, after over an hour of distracted conversation, the phone call happened. And Ryan went off into a corner, as was his M.O.&nbsp; And Sasha took the opportunity to slip out of the restaurant as quickly as possible.<br>Moving as fast as her high heels allowed, Sasha takes a few wrong turns before finding the apartment complex from the night before.&nbsp; It was already dark.&nbsp; She should have been here over half an hour ago.&nbsp; Walking quickly to the elevator; she steps inside; pressing the button dozens of times before the doors finally close and take her up, up, up and into the apartment of her new addiction.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 15:25:46</strong>
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				It was usual for those new to his influence to be late answering Anselm's summons.&nbsp; Some tried to deny the pull, to deny the command to come to him;&nbsp; some had obligations in their lives that made answering the need to come to him difficult, until they could find an excuse to slip away an some simply came.&nbsp; As Anselm leisurely fed from his herd before going up to wait, he wondered in which category Sasha would fall.<br><br>He climbed the stairs and sat on the couch opposite the sofa and unfolded a newspaper that one of his ghouls had bought for him in the day.&nbsp; He knew it was only a matter of time and he proceeded to read.&nbsp; After some time, he looked up to the lift and saw that someone was on the way up...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 20:11:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the elevator dings, the door opens wide and Sasha finds herself once more in Anselms home.&nbsp; <br><br>What did she think she was she doing here?&nbsp; Last night should have been a one night stand. She shouldn't have come back.&nbsp; Should have kept up dinner with Ryan, patched things up.&nbsp; She shouldn't be letting one night of sex ruin a two year long relationship.&nbsp; <br><br>But she was.&nbsp; <br><br>She was standing in a strange man-vampire's apartment; already itching to be able to get another taste of his blood.&nbsp; Itching to experience everything that had happened the night before.&nbsp; What was wrong with her?<br><br>"Hello." She says, on unsteady legs as she sees him seat leisurely on his sofa, newspaper in hand. <br><br>"I...I just came here to tell you that what happened last night won't ever happen again." She says; a blatant lie.&nbsp; She'd been waiting for the sun to go down all day long so she'd get a chance to see him again.&nbsp; To be able to prove to herself that what happened last night was real, and that she hadn't been hallucinating.&nbsp; On top of desperately wanting to feed her new addiction of course.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 22:32:05</strong>
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				"But of course it won't," Anselm said, his lips curling into a sensuous smile.&nbsp; He folded his newspaper closed and left it on a table, stepping towards her, reaching up to caress her cheek.&nbsp; "Why else would you come here, except to tell me that?"<br><br>He walked around her, circling behind, letting his fingers fall to her shoulder and caress tinglingly over the nape of her neck as he walked.&nbsp; He came to a halt in front of her, his hand resting on her shoulder.&nbsp; "You certainly didn't come to repeat the experience did you?"&nbsp; He smiled at her, his face coming close to hers as he leaned in to whisper into her ear.<br><br>"Of course, if you did choose to indulge your desires with me," Anselm whispered softly,&nbsp; "I wouldn't tell a soul, just give you all the pleasures that you crave."&nbsp; He lifted his thumb to his lips and bit it, causing a bead of blood well up and surround her with its intoxicating scent.&nbsp; "Nobody need ever know, Sasha."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 18:36:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking a step back as he walks towards her, Sasha was practically shaking in her boots.&nbsp; She couldn't let him touch her.&nbsp; If he touched her, she'd lose all of that strength to resist him. She wouldn't be able to walk out of the apartment like she wanted too, wouldn't be able to hold her own.<br><br>But he did touch.&nbsp; And oh, how he did it.&nbsp; Caressing his cheek, then circling her, his fingers just barely tracing over her neck; sending shivers down her spine. <br><br>"Why are you doing this to me?" she all but whimpers out as he whispers dark promises into her ear.&nbsp; Promises that spoke of having everything she wanted, having everything she truly came her for; and no one would ever have to know.<br><br>Quivering where she stood as she saw him draw his own blood; the scent of its delectably perfect nature wrapping around her.<br><br>"Please" she whispers, her voice begging for something.&nbsp; She wasn't sure if she was pleading for him to allow herself reprieve her and allow her to leave, or if she was begging him for access to his thumb, to his blood.<br>Of course, her intent became clear as she reaches&nbsp; for his hand, sticking his thumb in her mouth if she could.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 19:55:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				However, Anselm had other plans and pulled his thumb away before she could gain a taste, holding it tantalisingly out of reach of her mouth, allowing the musky ferrous scent to permeate the air around her<br><br>"Please what, Sasha?" Anselm asked, looking deeply into her eyes, letting his charisma wash over her.&nbsp; "As I said, what happens can be our little secret.&nbsp; Nobody need ever know, though they may wonder what your secret is that makes you so blissful."<br><br>Holding his thumb clear of her lips, he leaned in to kiss the angle of hr jaw, just below the ear, pulling his lips- but not his tongue- from her skin.&nbsp; He traced a tiny soft circle on her jaw with its tip and then whispered into her ear, letting his breath caress the down hairs on her skin.<br><br>"Do you feel it, Sasha?" he asked.&nbsp; "Do you feel that quickened pulse, the anticipation, the fire in your blood?&nbsp; Your life has been luke warm 'till now, tepid and stale.&nbsp; You have felt the fire, have felt the passion in your blood and you crave it."&nbsp; He released her hand and stepped back from her, sucking the blood from his thumb.&nbsp; He turned and walked to his bedchamber.<br><br>"I will go and see if you miss me," he said, simply, from the doorway.&nbsp; "If you find that you do, I'll be through this door.&nbsp; If not, there's always the lift and the mundane world."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 18:36:37</strong>
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				"Please.." she tries again as he pulls his thumb away from her; his presence giving off a kind of glow that made her want to stay with him forever. Moaning softly, in both anguish and in pleasure as he began kissing her jaw, and even licking her skin; she clutches his chest tightly, fingers curling around his shirt, wrinkling the expensive materiel.<br><br>He was whispering horrible truths into her ear. About how her life had been bland up until now , which; looking back at everything, seemed depressingly true.&nbsp; She couldn't ever recall feeling more alive than she did in his hold, couldn't remember having her blood rush with such a dark fire before he had entered her life.&nbsp; Her life had been normal up until that point.&nbsp; She had an alright job, steady pay coming in so she didn't need to worry about losing her home, a boyfriend, friends, family...but nothing exciting.&nbsp; Nothing above the average.&nbsp; Nothing different than normal.&nbsp; And then he came along and changed all that.&nbsp; And she both loved him and hated him for it.<br><br>Practically letting out a sob as he turns away from her; Sasha moves a shaky foot forward, blindly ready to follow him without another thought.&nbsp; <br><br>Then, she freezes.<br><br>What he said was true, if she turned around; walking out the elevator, she would never have to see this man again.&nbsp; She could return to her normal life, and forget about all this.&nbsp; She was sure that, so long as she stayed away from him and distracted herself, she would be able to go cold turkey from both his blood and his bite.<br><br>But she couldn't do it.<br><br>For a good ten minutes Sasha stood there; trapped in the inbetween.&nbsp; Remaining stagnant, neither moving towards the bedroom, nor towards the elevator.&nbsp; She was caught between heaven and hell, and she was unable to figure out which was which.<br><br>Finally, she makes her decsion.&nbsp; Opening the door to his bedroom; she walks inside carefully, slowly.&nbsp; "and...no one has to know?" she asks softly.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 14:44:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Sasha opened the door, Anselm was surprised.&nbsp; The girl had already been pulled across town to his apartment and so had fallen almost completely under his influence.&nbsp; The last steps to cross the Rubicon were much easier, especially in comparison with the struggle she would have to leave.&nbsp; He had played out this scene countless times, had shown that Virgils words, written centuries before his birth, were true: "<em>The gates of hell are open night and day: smooth the descent and easy is the way.&nbsp; But to escape and see the cheerful skies, in that the task and mighty labour lies.</em>"<br><br>"Of course no one need know," he repied.&nbsp; "You can walk away and leave this if what we do threatens your comfortable life, Sasha, you know that. But it there is a very long time before that's likely, isn't there?&nbsp; And you don't need to give up this pleasure just yet."&nbsp; He stepped closer to her to nuzzle at her neck, his arms sliding around her, one hand covering her crotch and the other forearm rubbing against her breasts.&nbsp; "And you do want another taste of what I can give you don't you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 04:45:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once she was in the room, her earlier struggles and anguish seemed to disapear.&nbsp; By actually stepping into his bedroom, it was as though Sasha had made up her mind.&nbsp; She had made the chose to continue forward on this awful path, regardless of what might await her at the end of it all.&nbsp; She gave up the option of running away; and embraced the dark pleasures Anselm continuously promised her. <br><br>"Not just yet..." She murmurs, repeating his words as her senses both lull and sharpen all at once; finding that she could feel everything he said and did to her so much more clearly, but finding her surrounding dissapearing into a foggy nothingness.<br><br>Finding herself in his arms once more; his hand on all of her sensitive places; she heeds his words with the utmost amount of devotion. "I want everything." she agrees, crooning out her words even as her arms wrap around his neck, grinding her body forward against his hand and his crotch even as her face moves forward; desperate for a kiss. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 20:04:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anselm smiled and kissed along her jawline, teasing the skin with grazes of his teeth and soft sucking kisses.&nbsp; His hands roamed her body, never remaining in any one place for long, pressing firmly at times while, at others, barely touching at all.&nbsp; And all the while, his mouth moved over her skin, kissing her throat, her jaw, her cheek, his tongue occasionally flicking teasingly at her lips.<br><br>His hands were not idle in his caresses, for, with more care than the previous night, he began to divest her of her garments, unfastening, pulling and tugging.&nbsp; And as each new inch of skin was revealed, he stroked it and caressed it, pulling her all the while towards his bed.&nbsp; And by the time the were there, she found herself naked.<br><br>"What happens here will remain here," he said, "Except of course in the form of some extremely diverting memories."&nbsp; With those words, he leaned forwards and sucked on one of her nipples, tracing a spiral over the base of her spine.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 05:29:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He knew just how to touch her.&nbsp; It was as though every single one of his motions against her skin was placed in the exact right spot, as though he already knew where she was most sensitive.&nbsp; If Sasha hadn't known for a fact that she had never been with this man before last night, she would have been positive that he knew every inch of her body like the back of his hand.&nbsp; She supposed he was just that skilled, was just that much of an expert in the sexual arts. <br><br>Unconsciously helping him slip off her clothes, she begins to work off his as well as they reach the bed.&nbsp; There was an odd kind of awareness in her now, she wasn't as lost in the pleasure as she was last night; maybe because this wasn't her first time experiencing what he had to offer.&nbsp; She was much calmer in her efforts to unbutton his top, and that in turn made it easier for her to pull the shirt off of him.<br><br>"Good." she responds briefly before crying out as he begin to suck her nipple and play at her spine; causing both sides of her body to feel intense sensations.&nbsp; It seemed as though she would be able to have her cake and eat it too.&nbsp; She'd be able to have these dark pleasures with Anselm, all while still keeping up the pleasantness of her daily life. Running her hands down his back, her fingers dig in ever so slightly; leaving small red streaks against his skin that almost instantaneously disappear a moment later. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 18:03:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anselm only smiled in response to Sasha's eager participation; she was giving herself to him and rationalising it away, he knew.&nbsp; It didn't matter if he thought she was going to keep this a secret, the more she gave herself to him the deeper her addiction grew.&nbsp; Indeed, the thought that she might be in control of it just made her eventual complete surrender all the swifter.<br><br>He trailed a spiral around her tongue, flicking her nipple with it and stroking his fingers lightly between her thighs as he did so.&nbsp; She was not the mind fogged celebrant now, she was here by a conscious choice and he would keep her making choices, keep her choosing to be with him, choosing to open herself to his influence.<br><br>He sank down to his knees before her and gently kissed her sex, looking up the length of her body to her face.&nbsp; His eyes glittered as he flicked his tongue along the slit and he stroked his fingers on the soft, silky, sensitive skin of her inner thighs.<br><br>"Tell me, Sasha," he commanded, "Would you like this here, right now?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 04:46:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The tiny, practically invisible hairs along her body all stood up at his bare touches, his teasing sending her skin aflame.&nbsp; Everywhere was a delight; every motion a pleasurable one.&nbsp; She was becoming addicted all over again, and his barely there motions only heated the flame of her core.<br><br>Then he did it, falling to his knees, the man before ker placed a kiss along her overly sensitized core and placed the smallest of licks along it.&nbsp; Knees trembling to continue bearing her own weight, the young woman lets out a shout; not even bothering to smother her cries.<br><br>He was amazing, and he was giving her everything she wanted. "God yes" the young woman croons out; fighting to remain standing as he asks her a question.&nbsp; "I want it." She wanted it so bad it nearly hurt her to wait any longer.&nbsp; Every moment he spent asking her questions was another moment that she could be experiencing more pleasure.&nbsp; She'd do anything if it meant getting more. More of him, more of the pleasure, more of everything.&nbsp; She wanted more of everything.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 20:45:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anselm kissed Sasha's sex and smiled as he caressed the backs of her calves and knees with his fingertips.&nbsp; Though he was kneeling before her, he was, he knew, the one dominating the situation.&nbsp; It was his touch that energised her, his kiss that weakened her and the chance of all of this being withdrawn from her that brought her under his control.<br><br>Yet, it was not going to be withdrawn just yet, he was going to reward her for her choices and addict her a little more, of course.&nbsp; He parted the lips of her sex with his tongue and thrust it in, unerringly seeking the pearl of flesh within which her pleasure resided.&nbsp; Flicking it with his tongue, he teased her before he pulled his face back and looked up at her winking mischievously.<br><br>"Now that the edge is off, I think we can begin," He said and then sucked on two of his fingers.&nbsp; He returned his mouth to the junction of her thighs and his tongue licked, teased and bore right in, to stab at her pleasure centre.&nbsp; As it did so, he lifted his moistened fingers, resting the palm of his hand against his chin and gently insinuated them into her, thrusting them deeper than his tongue could go.&nbsp; With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he worried her clit with his tongue even as he bade her "come hither" by making beckoning motions with the two fingers deep inside her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 19:59:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was doing things to her that she really hadn't thought possible.&nbsp; Sasha's sexual experience at worse was an awkward fumble, and at best a lengthened experience with light foreplay took hold along with matching thrusts.&nbsp; This though...this was something else entirely.&nbsp; It was like Anselm wasn't even performing sexual acts, it was like he was making art.&nbsp; Every motion he made was precise, every movement against her caused her body to squirm every which way.&nbsp; It was as though the man had mastered the arts of sex, and his dalliance was her was merely an exercise in his abilities. <br><br>"God yes!" She cries out as he plays at her clit while thrusting his fingers inside of her.&nbsp; He really hadn't needed to lubricate his fingers by sucking on them, Sasha was already more than wet enough by the time he pushed them inside of her.&nbsp; Jerking her hips upwards as he begins to push his fingers up inside of her, hitting incredible spots inside of her that she honestly hadn't known she had; Sasha lets out a scream of ecstasy; unable to muffle the sounds of her pleasures; her hands to busy clutching at his head to cover her mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>She supposed it wasn't too surprising he was so skilled at this.&nbsp; He wasn't human after all, at least, after the whole blood drinking thing she was pretty sure he wasn't.&nbsp; But that meant that he likely had a longer life span than any of the other men she'd been with, probably had more experience in such things; and was able to refine his skills.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>03-06-2009, 21:54:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a smile, Anselm pulled his fingers from within the writhing woman and lifted his face to look along the length of her body up to her eyes.&nbsp; His own eyes glittered in the room's half light, for he could feel her will weakening and her addiction asserting itself.&nbsp; He lifted himself up and, with a thrust of his legs flowed up her body till his lips were barely an inch from hers.<br><br>"I'd say that the edge is off, wouldn't you?"&nbsp; Anselm asked before leaning in to kiss her.&nbsp; Yet this kiss was more than just that for as he seemed about to break the kiss, he caught her lower lip with his teeth and bit down, sucking the blood from the wound with relish.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 22:36:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In the midst of all the mind-numbing pleasure, he looked at her.&nbsp; And Sasha found her cries ceasing almost instantly; her voice silent as she pants desperately for breath, her chest heaving with the work of it all.&nbsp; Something inside of his gaze stoked the flames of her soul; and the desire to search for that certain something within his eyes nearly distracted her completely from the pleasure he so easily gave her.&nbsp; <br><br>And then he was inside of her.&nbsp; And life was perfect. Eyes shuttered closed, Sasha moans in desire before the sound is stifled with Anselms own mouth. Things just kept on getting better and better.&nbsp; As he bites her lip and draws blood, Sasha shivers against him, her hips pushing forward in a desperate attempt to have him reach deeper and deeper inside of her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 21:12:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Sasha surrendered to the pleasure, Anselm felt a warm wash of satisfaction.&nbsp; She was becoming more and more his.&nbsp; He began moving his hips rhythmically, his fingers raking her sides.&nbsp; He sucked on her lip, drawing the blood into his mouth savouring the taste.&nbsp; As he does so, he quickens the pace of his thrusts, his mouth leaving her blodied lips and he whispers to her softly.<br><br>"What do you want, pet?"&nbsp; He whispered, his tongue flicking her lips, licking the wound closed.&nbsp; "What do you want me to do?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 01:37:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha clutched and grabbed at anything and everything she could get a hold of, needing to grip onto something solid in order to remain sane.&nbsp; That's what he was doing to her.&nbsp; Driving her insane with the pleasure.&nbsp; If it didn't feel so good, Sasha would be suspicious. As it was though, she only moaned and groaned, matching his thrusts as he slides in and out of her. Occasionally letting out a murmurered sigh as he sucks the blood from her lip. <br><br>"I want you" She moans out, her voice almost sounding pained as her hips buck upwards.&nbsp; "I want you to fuck me" She continues, her tone a mix between pleading and whining.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 21:06:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just fuck you, pet?" Anselm asked, suddenly holding still.&nbsp; "Is that all you want, pet, that which you could get from th boyfriend you left behind to come here?"&nbsp; Suddenly he trust into her, hard, filling her completely and then he stopped once more, throbbing.<br><br>"Yes, I can do that, if that is all you desire," he said.&nbsp; "Or I can give you a taste..."&nbsp; Here he began to slowly roll his hips, subtly slipping in and out of her... "of the pleasures you know only I can give you.&nbsp; All I ask is that you surrender yourself to me."&nbsp; He suddnly pumped his hips rapidly and then lay stock still.<br><br>"Will you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 23:04:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her brow furrows as Anselm suddenly stops in his thrusts and begins talking to her.&nbsp; At first, her automatic reaction is to quicken her own thrusts; hoping that would stir him into action. When his words actually get through however; it feels like a stab to her heart.&nbsp; Her boyfriend..she was betraying her boyfriend for what? A quick fuck with a strange vampire? Before she can dwell to long on this however; his slammed himself inside of her; filling her to completion and causing her to cry out in pleasure.<br><br>Only to stop once more, and instead tease her with by just barely slipping himself in and out of her. She both loved and hated him in that moment. He could make her feel amazing; he knew it, she knew it, they both knew it.&nbsp; But he was asking her to admit that he was what she wanted; and to give herself too him completely all at the same time.&nbsp; Closing her eyes tightly as he suddenly surrenders a few rapid thrusts; Sasha can feel the tears well up in her eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>No! Her heart sang out to her.&nbsp; There was still time to escape! Still time to resist the pleasures he drove into her body.&nbsp; "yes!" she all but sobs out as she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling his body even closer to her own.&nbsp; "I need you, all of you! Everything! I want everything!" she cries out.&nbsp; She wanted that intoxicating taste of his blood in her mouth, needed to feel his teeth sink into her skin; craved the feel of him thrusting inside of her.&nbsp; <br><br>"I will, I'll do whatever you ask." anything to continue the pleasure; the ecstasy.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 23:41:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				And with Sasha's cry, Anselm began to thrust rhythmically again, each thrust a little deeper and faster than the last.&nbsp; His fingertips ran up and down her sides and his head bent as he kissed the hollow of her throat.<br><br>As he felt her succumb to the rhythm of his thrusts, he let his fingernails begin to rake her skin, raising weals in their wake,&nbsp; His lips moved from her throat also as he began to suck on one of her nipples.&nbsp; Suddenly he unleashed a flurry of rapid thrusts and as he felt her stiffen beneath him, he it down on the nipple and sucked, letting the ecstasy of his feeding roll through her, even as he, himself, surrendered to pleasure and exploded inside of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 23:59:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Not even bothering to stifle her cries, Sasha's screams echo through the room as he pounds inside of her; her hips rising and falling from the bed as she desperately attempts to match his thrusts, and keep up with his rhythm. <br><br>Sasha's own fingernails practically claw at Anselm's back as she tries to pull him closer and closer, trying to force him deeper inside of him; make him reach further inside of her as he drove her closer and closer to the point of no return.&nbsp; She wouldn't last much longer, she could tell; all she could do was hold on for dear life, and continue basking in the pleasure.<br><br>When he finally bit down on her nipple and began to feed from such an overly sensitized location; Sasha was unable to hold it in any longer.&nbsp; Stiffening against him, the young woman releases one final scream as the walls of her pussy clamp around him tightly.&nbsp; She felt as though her orgasm lasted forever, but finally; after an extended release, the blond begins to bask in the aftergloes of pleasure, feeling completely drained, completely exhausted, and completely satisfied.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 00:23:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Sasha lay there, almost stoned with pleasure, Anselm bit into his wrist and held the wound over her gasping mouth.&nbsp; The crimson fluid welled up in the wound and then a singled drop fell the inch from his wrist to her lips.&nbsp; It hit her upper lip and then flowed along it to the corner of her mouth.&nbsp; Another drop followed it and Anselm watched as the blood slowly made its way to her tongue.<br><br>"Drink pet, drink that you can be restored to enjoy even more..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 00:31:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha really wasn't paying much attention to Anselm by that point, and it wasn't until a drop of his blood fell upon her open mouth that her hazy gaze focused on him.&nbsp; Licking her lips as the blood from his wrist continues to drip, Sasha shivers with a new found excitement as she tastes the blood on her tongue; already feeling desperate for more of the spicy taste.&nbsp; <br><br>Hearing him speak, Sophie found herself hesitating. She was already so far gone, did she want to sink even deeper into this dark abyss? And yet...she couldn't find the willpower to resist any longer than that.&nbsp; Reaching forward, she pulls his wrist closer to her mouth as she begins to drink from the small wound, her tongue lapping at the blood, not wanting to lose a drop of it. So caught up in her feeding from him was she, that she didn't notice the stream of tears that slid down her face; the only sign of her understanding that this was a losing battle.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 22:41:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan was not in a particularly good mood.&nbsp; He had, after all, spent a packet on what was meant to be a nice romantic meal for Sasha and himself.&nbsp; And what had happened?&nbsp; The girl had been infuriatingly distant all through the meal and it had been almost a relief when he had had to take a call from work.&nbsp; He had, however, been more than a little annoyed to find her gone after the call.<br><br>So it was that Ryan found himself walking the street outside the restaurant hoping to catch a hint as to where his girlfriend had disappeared to.&nbsp; It was bloody typical, he thought, as he stepped around a corner into a side street, for her to go and do something flaky like this.&nbsp; It was so irresponsible: you never knew what might be prowling the streets, nowadays.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 02:10:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The city street was surprisingly quiet that night.&nbsp; Then again, a forest is normally quiet loud, with the sounds of forest animals going about their business.&nbsp; But even the most crowded of forests, or the most packed of cities, will go quiet when a predator is about.&nbsp; No matter how much chatter the birds might have, and even if they are no where near the danger area, all go quiet when the wolf comes stalking along.<br><br>And that was what she was.<br><br>With dark eyes that held a darker fire, and long black hair better suited for silk coated rooms rather than icy streets, Anissa walked along the sidewalk; eyes focused; features just as pristine as they had been hundreds of years before.<br><br>She was going a-hunting.<br><br>The smile that spread along her face revealed pearly whites that shined against the darkness for barely an instant, as she spotted her prey.&nbsp; <br><br>Stalking forward, Anessa walks into the light of a nearby streetlight, allowing the sequins on her red dress to compliment her in just the right ways.&nbsp; <br><br>"You seem pretty distracted." She says, giving Ryan an all to sweet smile.&nbsp; "Whats got you out at this time of night? If you don't mind me asking." She says, running a pale hand through her hair as she takes in the sight of the ruggedly handsome detective.&nbsp; Oh, years may have altered the world; but Anessa's taste remained the same.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 21:36:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan was surprised to be approached as he walked the streets in search of Sasha.&nbsp; And to be approached by a woman?&nbsp; And one that looked like that???<br><br>Wow!!!<br><br>Ryan was, it might be surmised, somewhat put out by the sudden appearance of an incredibly beautiful woman right in front of him on the street.&nbsp; This was not the red light district, there were no hookers here, not on this side of town.&nbsp; So what did she want?&nbsp; There was no way that a woman who looked like <em>that</em> would be picking up men on streets would she?<br><br>He swallowed nervously, blinking in the glare of her charisma and just nodded, really, really unsure what to say.&nbsp; It was not like him, not like him at all to be so tongue-tied with a woman, but... He stabilised the breathing he had just noticed was racing and gasped more than spoke his answer.<br><br>"I was trying to track down my girlfriend.&nbsp; we were arguing at dinner and she, well, disappeared."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 22:36:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The valiant hero in search of his lover.&nbsp; No, Anessa's taste had not changed over the years; if anything, she'd begun to have a certain finesse at discovering these types.&nbsp; Dashing young men with dark features and bright eyes; it was like hunting for bunny rabbits.<br><br>Watching as the man panted for breath due to the very sight of her; Anessa smiled a slow, curved smirk as she listens to him explain what he was doing.&nbsp; "Oh the fickleness of women." she muses softly. "It can try the most patient of souls." She continues, taking another step forward; moving closer to the man.<br><br>"If you like, I can help you find your girlfriend." She offers with a toss of her hair.&nbsp; "I'm afraid my date stood me up tonight, so I'm feeling a little lonely." She explains with a small frown; the picture of feminine sorrow as she places her hand on her cheek and lets out a soft sigh.&nbsp; <br><br>"Maybe you can help distract me.&nbsp; It would be nice to see someones night to turn out well." She says; her frown instantly turning into an all too sweet smile.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 13:46:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think she's long gone by now," Ryan said, glumly.&nbsp; "If she wanted to be found, I'd have found ger by now."&nbsp; He shrugged to thank her for her offer to help him and glanced at her with a wry smile.&nbsp; And then he looked back at her again, incredulously.&nbsp; Someone had stood <em>her</em> up?&nbsp; Was the fool blind?&nbsp; Ryan's mind was full of questions, for she was quite simpky the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.<br><br>"Oh, so we're both in the same boat eh?" Ryan asked, feeling his heart beating swiftly in his chest.&nbsp; Why was he so concerned at making a good impression on this woman; he had been around beautiful women before, hadn't he?&nbsp; He thrust out his hand to her and smiled.&nbsp; "I'm Ryan, pleased to meet you, Miss..?"<br><br>Leaving the sentence unfinished for her to fill in her name, he added what seemed as an afterthought, with studied casualness.<br><br>"I suppose we could always go and drown each other's sorrows, if you're in still need of distraction that is?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 04:58:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I guess we are." Anessa says with a small smile, that could have been either malevolent or benevolent; she had the kind of face that made it hard to tell the difference.&nbsp; Her eyes revealed nothing however; just shining with a dark light at the man; offering him nothing but good will and sincerity.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh god, where are my manners? My name is Anessa." The pale woman introduces herself with a smile as she slips her slender hand into Ryan's shaking it briefly before pulling away.&nbsp; "It's very nice to meet you too Ryan" She says simply as she looks him in the eye; appearing to contemplate something for a moment or two before glancing down the street ahead of them. <br><br>"Drown our sorrows?" She muses with a tilt of her head.&nbsp; "You know what? That sounds great.&nbsp; I don't know about you, but I am thirsty." She says with a laugh as she curls her arm around Ryan's elbow with a practiced casualness.&nbsp; <br><br>"Follow me.&nbsp; I'll treat you at my favorite bar." she says as she leads him down another street; away from the main road.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Once and Future Ring (Sephora and Neroon) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 00:51:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was very easy for Ryan to allow himself to be drawn away from the main road by her.&nbsp; There was something about this woman which seemed to turn off his critical faculties.&nbsp; Well not turn off as such, it was more that those faculties were muted.&nbsp; Right in the back of his mind, they were screaming that beautiful women don't appear out of nowhere just to go off for drinks, that Anessa's hand on his arm was rather cold and that these streets were more than a little off the beaten track.<br><br>Yet Ryan didn't- couldn't- heed them, all he could think of was that he was walking along the street with a remarkably beautiful woman on his arm, a woman who wanted to be with him and who was not going to run out on him.&nbsp; He swallowed down his nerves and cleared his throat.<br><br>"So, Anessa," he asked, "Where abouts is this bar of yours?"
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