Things that Happen at Midnight (Me and Anon.)
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				Title: <strong>Things that Happen at Midnight (Me and Anon.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 19:33:08</strong>
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				Continuation of an IM RP between me and Anon.<br><br><br>Aldar continued discussing business plans for the city and for new schools.&nbsp; &nbsp;The conversation was beginning to bore him though, there were plenty of other things he could be discussing with other guest, mainly the women.&nbsp; His thought began trailing off till a drunken woman stumbled into their inner circle, splashing two with wine.&nbsp; When Aldar figured she was to fall completely forward he caught her by the waist and pulled her back up.&nbsp; "My my miss, the party has just begun and you already drank your fill.&nbsp; Shall I have someone escort you home, or would you like a room here for the night."&nbsp; He sensed nothing wrong with her considering that her stench of alcohol blocked most of his abilities.<br><br>The towns lights glistened like an ocean of gold as he over looked the city.&nbsp; The sun had just settled its self on the other side of the mountains, allowing him to look upon the city in awe.&nbsp; A cold wind swept across the town as the clouds rolled out revealing a full moon.Turning from the window he moved back to finish dressing. He tucked his white shirt into his black slacks and tied his tie.&nbsp; &nbsp;Placing on his coat.&nbsp; Standing six foot even with pale blue eyes and a slender yet masculine face.&nbsp; His body muscular but not overbearing, he still had a slenderness to him.&nbsp; His hair was shoulder length and black, he slicked it back to look presentable to night.<br><br>Lira stood, her silk shawl drafted loosely over her elbows as she was herded with the others into the ballroom. Her heels clicked against the floor as she followed the others. Granted, she suppose she should have worn something more sensible than the three inch heels. But even when out on a mission, especially on this one, one has to be somewhat conscious of their appearance. And the black heels were the only one that matched her black dress with the slit along the side and a scoop back, chosen for the fact that she could run in it if necessary as well as for the aesthetic quality of it, making her skin glow a pale cream against the fabric. Her black hair was twisted and pinned. Lips red, and eyes a light brown, she could have passed for an undead. She weaved through the crowd, her movements that of a stealthy predator, looking for the creature that she was sent to kill.<br><br>Aldar proceeded down stairs to join his gather guests.&nbsp; &nbsp;He shook the hands of a few higher members of society and greeted a few women that came on their own.&nbsp; He waved and nodded at many more as he made his way to the stage.&nbsp; &nbsp;He smiled lightly and looked over everyone before speaking.&nbsp; "First and foremost.&nbsp; I would like to thank you all for coming to my humble home.&nbsp; As you all know tonight is my twenty-sixth birth day and I have just recently moved in.&nbsp; So I would like you all to treat this not as a birthday celebration..... But a party in honor of you all for accepting me as a neighbor."&nbsp; He said into the microphone and bowed.&nbsp; He waved his hand for the band to begin playing.&nbsp; &nbsp;Stepping down from the stage he moved into the crowed and began conversation with a few well known business men.<br><br>Lira caught the voice and spun around. She saw the vampire, listened to his speech with an inward snort, her fingers tightening on her clutch bag. She followed him with her eyes and made her way toward him. Stopping a few steps short of him, she drained her champagne, making sure that her breath was alcohol filled, before picking up a full flute of it from a server nearby. Half-waltzing over to the group of business men, she feint a trip and tumbled into their midst, the champagne in her glass accidentally splashing over two of the business men. But one thing marred her carefully executed plan...the three inch heels. Unable to right herself, she continued to fall forward.<br><br>Aldar continued discussing business plans for the city and for new schools.&nbsp; &nbsp;The conversation was begining to bore him though, there were plenty of other things he could be discussing with other guest, mainly the women.&nbsp; His thought began trailing off till a drunken woman stumbbled into their inner circle, splashing two with wine.&nbsp; When Aldar figured she was to fall completely forward he caught her by the waist and pulled her back up.&nbsp; "My my miss, the party has just begun and you already drank your fill.&nbsp; Shall I have someone escort you home, or would you like a room here for the night."&nbsp; He sensed nothing wrong with her considering that her stench of alchol blocked most of his abilities.<br><br>Cursing inwardly for her short sight, Lira looked up at the man who rescue her from a rather embarrassing fall- and into the face of the man that she was sent to kill. At his offer, she immediately fell into her cover. "Uh...no." She slurred as she stood up, moving slightly closer to him. "I'm go...good, really. Ah..." She blinked blearily, looking about before crimsoning, looking as though the hold of the alcohol was wearing off. "Oh. I'm sorry. Did I interrupt something?" She asked pleasantly. "My apologies...really." She made as though to leave, clutch bag in one hand and the emptied flute in the other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Things that Happen at Midnight (Me and Anon.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 19:45:17</strong>
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				"Miss I can't just let you leave in your condition.&nbsp; I am the host tonight and if something were to happen on your venture home.....&nbsp; I would feel horrible."&nbsp; Aldar said and took her arm lightly.&nbsp; He didn't want anything to happen to anyone, but more importantly it would look horrible on himself and his home.&nbsp; Aldar did find it funny on how the party did just start and already one person was completely inebriated.&nbsp; "Miss lets have a seat and have you sober up for a few minutes.&nbsp; Then we can have you put up in one of my finest rooms."&nbsp; He said to her as he pulled out a chair hoping that she would cooperate with him and not cause as scene.
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				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 00:13:52</strong>
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				"Oh I'm fine, really." Lira answered as she allowed him to lead her over to to a chair. Her dress rustled about her as she sank down into the chair, her legs folding and crossing at the ankles demurely as she did so. Placing the glass gently down on the table, she dropped her hands down to her lap and laced them about the clutch bag, in which were quite a few rune stones as well as a stiletto blade. Should anyone happen to look in it, she could deny it as a eccentricities, but she was still coming up for an adequate answer for how she would explain carrying a weapon into such a place.<br><br>She tilted her head up at Aldar with a slight smile on her lips. Beneath the waves of alcohol wafting off of her was the cool clean crisp scent of her soap, a sweet white heather, chosen for the fact that it could cover her scent rather than for any other reasons. She studied him, brown eyes glinting with interest as she took in his form. "I hope I have not inconvenience you in any way. I really didn't mean to drag you away from business." She waved her hand at the group of businessman still standing there. Two of them shot her dirty look, still wiping daintily at the no doubt expensive clothes that she had just spilled the champagne over. Fighting an urge to stick her tongue out at them, she turned her attention back to Aldar. <br><br>Crimsoning, she held out a hand. "Forgive me. I can't hold my alcohol and I seem to have completely forgotten my manners. Lira." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Things that Happen at Midnight (Me and Anon.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 00:31:46</strong>
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				Aldar nodded and poured her a glass of water from the pitcher on the table.&nbsp; He noticed the way she was sitting and were she placed her bag, it looked as if she was guarding it for some reason.&nbsp; His suspicions of her continued to grow but it was not that big of a concern for him.&nbsp; He handed her the glass of water and smiled, "Please drink this.&nbsp; It should help some."&nbsp; He said as he poured himself a glass of water.<br><br>The scent of the alcohol was fading rather quickly for her to be inebriated, which was another sign of suspicion for him.&nbsp; Though the aroma that was now coming from her skin caused him to take in a deeper breath, his lungs dancing with her sent.&nbsp; His skin grew warmer with each and every breath as he inhaled the arousing fragrance lifted from her skin.&nbsp; He adjusted himself and looked back up at her with a slight smile on his face.<br><br>"No, no you are anything but an inconvenience.&nbsp; I would be honored if you stayed the night here.&nbsp; I have plenty of room and food.&nbsp; As for my business I must thank you for dragging me away from the old fools.&nbsp; They were putting me to sleep with their talks of vacations and holidays."&nbsp; Aldar said chuckling slightly at the beauty sitting in front of him.&nbsp; A shiver ran down his spine as she told him her name.&nbsp; "Ah such a beautiful name for a beautiful face."&nbsp; He said smoothly as he took her hand lightly and kissed it breathing in the smell of her skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Things that Happen at Midnight (Me and Anon.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 00:57:29</strong>
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				Lira relaxed her hold on her clutch bag and let it rest in her lap as she took the glass from him and sip on it politely. Inwardly, she cursed herself for so many slip-ups. Someone with the amount of experiences that she had shouldn't have made those two initial mistakes, flawed acting and giving out her true names. <br><br>Then again, maybe the fact that this kill could mean a certain death or a certain freedom for her affect her abilities to put up a convincing argument. She drew in a breath, breathing in the scent of the air about them as she gathered and steeled herself. <br><br>The corners of her lips curl in a smile as she looked at him over her glass of water, playing the coy part as well as she could. She drew her hand back, trying to ignore the tingle on her hand, as though trying to remember where his skin had met hers and where his lips had pressed against her skin. "I am afraid that you have left me at a disadvantage." She tilted her head, her smile innocent, her eyes wide. "I have given you may name but you remain silent with yours. Care to part with it?" She gave a small laugh. "My date did not so much told me where we were going as simply dress me up and haul me into the car, I'm afraid."
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				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 01:31:12</strong>
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				He noticed her reaction as she clutched her bag.&nbsp; Now it was begging to worry him that maybe she isn't at all what she seems.&nbsp; Aldar decided that he would play along for a bit longer to see what more reactions he could get from her. <br><br>He felt a tingle on his lips from her skin and drew slowly up ward as she pulled her hand slowly away.&nbsp; He then knew what she was, a witch.&nbsp; Though unsure and wasn't willing to make a mistake by calling her out he remained quiet about it.&nbsp; He blushed slightly when she mentioned that he had not give out his name.&nbsp; "My apologies in the highest, were are my manners tonight.&nbsp; I am Lord Aldar Brixton.&nbsp; I am the owner of this estate and the land behind it."&nbsp; He told her and bowed his head.&nbsp; It wasn't like him to not have manners or introduce himself.&nbsp; "Well shall we go get you a room, and a change of clothes?"&nbsp; He asked her with a small smile.<br><br>Aldar wasn't sure if keeping her was a good idea, but as of now he did offer and she was pretending to be intoxicated.&nbsp; He was a generous host and would not let a woman in a drunken state leave the mansion even if she was faking it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Things that Happen at Midnight (Me and Anon.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 03:53:24</strong>
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				Lira gave a laugh wryly, touching her bag again. "That would be much appreciated, since my date seemed to have vanished and along with it, my ride. Though," She gave him a sideways glance, "should you leave your guest to themselves?"<br><br>If she was to spend the night there, that would give her more opportunities and openings. She couldn't have planned it better herself. But knowing how long these affair lasted, she couldn't risk the chance of him escaping and running for help. She also needed some time to understand the layout of his estate. <br><br>This specific task was presented all too abruptly with little to no information, only that he was a vampire and that she was to kill him if she was to avoid a certain death. Or worse, life. <br><br>"I can just sit here and drink my, um," she looked down at the glass, "water, and you can be a good host." She smiled faintly. "Your generosity is appreciated, Lord Brixton." 
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				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 05:57:47</strong>
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				Aldar noticed how she held her bag again and looked back up at her with a smile.&nbsp; "It would appear so.&nbsp; You are right I will have one of my butlers to show you to your room."&nbsp; He said to her and looked around to find one that wasn't busy with a guest or his assigned task.&nbsp; Finally finding one he waved for him to approach him.&nbsp; "Take her to the western wing room.&nbsp; The one next to mine."&nbsp; He said to the butler.&nbsp; Nodding the butler smiled, "This way Miss." offering his arm.<br><br>Aldar rose from his seat and bowed to Lira.&nbsp; "I'll come see how you are feeling after the party."&nbsp; He said and moved back to his guests.&nbsp; Aldar looked at all of them and began nodding as the restarted their talks of business.<br><br>"Madame if you will?"&nbsp; The butler offered his arm again.&nbsp; He would give her a brief tour through the sections of the house they would pass, but that is only because she was staying the night.&nbsp; Though he did find it odd that the master had not placed her in his room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Things that Happen at Midnight (Me and Anon.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 23:29:25</strong>
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				Lira smiled and nodded at his words, though inwardly her alarm grew. That he would place her at so close to him gave her every single advantage in the book. But from what she knew, it was not customary for the guests to be situated so closely to the master of the house. That left her with only two guesses for his reasoning: one, he simply had that room open already, or two, she hadn't play a convincing role and he was keeping a close eye on her.<br><br>She stood up and followed the butler, trying to ignore the sinking feeling that it was the latter rather than the former. Her eyebrows rose at the guestroom, the lavish interior not at all unexpected but still impressive nonetheless. She spun around and smiled her thanks to the butler and sat down on the bed.<br><br>She waited until he had left to set to work. Still holding onto her clutch bag, she moved from the room, casting her eyes about as she stalked toward the master bedroom. Pressed against the wall and glancing behind her furtively, she opened the door and entered Aldar's room.<br><br>Without spending too much time studying the layout of the room, she strolled over to the the bed and dumped the content of her purse onto the blanket. Springing open the stiletto, she made a small cut on her palm before rolling the runes inside her hand. <br><br>Ducking beneath the bed, she placed one at each corner of it, activating a trap. Finishing that step, she picked up her purse and knife and left the room hurriedly to return to her own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Things that Happen at Midnight (Me and Anon.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 00:49:24</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22220.msg867474#msg867474">Quote from: anon on 11-10-2008, 23:29:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Lira smiled and nodded at his words, though inwardly her alarm grew. That he would place her at so close to him gave her every single advantage in the book. But from what she knew, it was not customary for the guests to be situated so closely to the master of the house. That left her with only two guesses for his reasoning: one, he simply had that room open already, or two, she hadn't play a convincing role and he was keeping a close eye on her.<br><br>She stood up and followed the butler, trying to ignore the sinking feeling that it was the latter rather than the former. Her eyebrows rose at the guestroom, the lavish interior not at all unexpected but still impressive nonetheless. She spun around and smiled her thanks to the butler and sat down on the bed.<br><br>She waited until he had left to set to work. Still holding onto her clutch bag, she moved from the room, casting her eyes about as she stalked toward the master bedroom. Pressed against the wall and glancing behind her furtively, she opened the door and entered Aldar's room.<br><br>Without spending too much time studying the layout of the room, she strolled over to the the bed and dumped the content of her purse onto the blanket. Springing open the stiletto, she made a small cut on her palm before rolling the runes inside her hand. <br><br>Ducking beneath the bed, she placed one at each corner of it, activating a trap. Finishing that step, she picked up her purse and knife and left the room hurriedly to return to her own.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Aldar continued with his guests chatting and dancing.&nbsp; Becoming annoyed with the talks of business plans he decided that the party should come to an end before he killed someone.<br><br>He moved to the stage again taking the microphone in his hand and smiled at his guests.&nbsp; "Tis a sad notion that I have to end the party but it is late and I have a very early day tomorrow.&nbsp; I bid you well and thank you for coming."&nbsp; He said and stepped down from the stage.&nbsp; He shook a few more hands and headed to his room.<br><br>Moving through the house swiftly looking over everything.&nbsp; As Aldar walked down the west wing and noticed his door slightly opened.&nbsp; He chuckled ever so slightly as he walked through it and took in the scent of the room.&nbsp; The slight blood fragrance drew a smile on his face.&nbsp; "Yes, she is a witch."&nbsp; He said to himself and turned and opened the door to her room.
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				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 05:00:38</strong>
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				Lira spun around from placing another set of runes beneath the bed, hearing the creak of the bed. Heart thudding in her throat, she sat on the bed, watching as the door swung open. She had to be prepared if he found out exactly what she was. Her fingers tightened about the stiletto that she kept behind her back. <br><br>A witch was really no match physically against a vampire, so she had to depend on some manipulation and all the tricks that she knew to get this job done. Though she hadn't been exactly on her game tonight. <em>Four jobs going off without a hitch...maybe I ran out luck.</em> The rough hand against her fingers, she held her breath a little, waiting for her host and her target to walk into the room.<br><br>She scooted back on the bed a little more, cocking her head at him with what she hoped was an innocent smile. The slit on her dress rode up a little, enough to expose a black garter belt, holding up her stockings. "Hello, Lord Brixton. Thank you again for your generosity." Her voice was slightly higher than usual. She struggled to keep her voice even and casual as she continued. She'd never had trouble with nerves before and couldn't figure out for the life of her exactly what was her problem tonight. She noticed the silence in the background. "Have your guests left already?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Things that Happen at Midnight (Me and Anon.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 00:37:14</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22220.msg876101#msg876101">Quote from: anon on 15-10-2008, 05:00:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Lira spun around from placing another set of runes beneath the bed, hearing the creak of the bed. Heart thudding in her throat, she sat on the bed, watching as the door swung open. She had to be prepared if he found out exactly what she was. Her fingers tightened about the stiletto that she kept behind her back. <br><br>A witch was really no match physically against a vampire, so she had to depend on some manipulation and all the tricks that she knew to get this job done. Though she hadn't been exactly on her game tonight. <em>Four jobs going off without a hitch...maybe I ran out luck.</em> The rough hand against her fingers, she held her breath a little, waiting for her host and her target to walk into the room.<br><br>She scooted back on the bed a little more, cocking her head at him with what she hoped was an innocent smile. The slit on her dress rode up a little, enough to expose a black garter belt, holding up her stockings. "Hello, Lord Brixton. Thank you again for your generosity." Her voice was slightly higher than usual. She struggled to keep her voice even and casual as she continued. She'd never had trouble with nerves before and couldn't figure out for the life of her exactly what was her problem tonight. She noticed the silence in the background. "Have your guests left already?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Brixton over looked her body carefully.&nbsp; His eyes taking in all he saw of her curves, the length of her legs, her eyes and the rest of her features.&nbsp; He stepped deeper into the room examining items that he had his servants place in the room hours before.&nbsp; He rapped his fingers on a dresser and turned placing his back lazily on the dresser so that he could face her.<br><br>"No need to say hello, we met already down stairs."&nbsp; He said softly his eyes scouting around her bed spotting the stones but making no facial expression too them.&nbsp; "What I actually came in here for was to ask you a simple question.&nbsp; Why are you here and what are your intentions.&nbsp; I would love to play the humble guest and let you attempt too kill me but I would prefer not to."&nbsp; He said as a slight grin came across his face.&nbsp; He rose from where he was standing and moved over too the door so as to block her escape route.&nbsp; <br><br>He sighed and removed his coat knowing that this was not going to be an easy task to deal with.&nbsp; He placed the coat on the rack that stood behind the door as he closed and locked it.&nbsp; His eyes shifted back to her as he began to speak "Now lets hear what those pretty lips have to say." His eyes grew darker.
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				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 02:28:48</strong>
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				Lira's eyes took on a wary look as he moved to block her exit, her fingers tightening on the blade behind her, though she really had no intention of making any escape, at least not without finishing her job. After all, there wouldn't be much of a life left for her if she fail in this time. <br><br>"Whatever do you mean?" Having been found out, she suddenly slipped into the model of an actress. After all, the only thing that one can do when their cover had been somewhat blown was to keep playing it, and even harder. She remained seated at the bed, her legs tucked by her. Her eyes fastened on his as she continued to speak evenly. "Lord Brixton, why on earth would you ever presume me to do something like that?"<br><br>Even as she spoke, her fingers trailed against the edge of the blade, caressing the cold metal. There were only two outcomes possible, and she had a sinking feeling as to which one it was going to be. She swallowed, fairly certain that he could hear the drumming of her heartbeat. She had always been prepared for the worst case scenario, but facing it was a whole issue. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Things that Happen at Midnight (Me and Anon.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 23:32:09</strong>
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				Aldar smiled and looked into her eyes.&nbsp; "Do not play coy with me witch.&nbsp; I will not have an assasin in my home."&nbsp; He growled out and moved towards her.&nbsp; His eyes still fixed on hers, he was trying to capture her in them so he could control her but had little confidence that it would work.&nbsp; Brixton rolled up his sleaves revealing very toned arms free of scars and blemishes, pale as the winters snow.&nbsp; He stepped with in grabbing distance and stared deeper into her eyes.<br><br>"Tell me witch before I loose my temper with you."&nbsp; He said as his growl became deeper.&nbsp; His lips curled back producing his pearl white fangs.&nbsp; His breath sweet with the smell of wine as it rolled across her skin.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 23:43:22</strong>
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				Lira remained on the bed, moving back enough that she sat well within the trap that she had created about the bed, her eyes holding his steadily, unwavering in her gaze. "I hardly ever play coy, Lord Brixton." She decided to gamble and brought the blade about from behind her back.<br><br>The cool metal glinted against the dark fabric of her dress and she played with the edge of the blade, trying to catch the way his eyes follow the crimson liquid still against it, gauging the level of his blood lust. Her own scent of both the champagne and white heather brushed against him even as she remained almost demurely seated against the folds of the fabric.<br><br>She spun the tip of the blade against the bed. "Now only one thing remains, Lord Brixton. Your move, or mine?"
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				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 02:34:32</strong>
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				Brixton moved no further, he knew the trap was set and did not feel like triggering it.&nbsp; "Well then would you like to explain yourself then, or should I get the stake ready for you?"&nbsp; He asked her in a sharp tone.&nbsp; His fangs still bared and eyes dark he gazed over at and shifted slightly at her movement.<br><br>He noticed the blade but paid no mind to it as his eyes were fixed on hers trying to draw her into a trance state.&nbsp; Aldar's hunger was begining to strengthen with each passing moment.&nbsp; The mix of blood and white heather set fire to his blood making him thirst for her.&nbsp; His body was telling him to attack her and feed his mind the exact opposite.<br><br>Aldar began breathing heavily, his eyes growing darker with his hunger.&nbsp; It was only a matter of time before he gave in and attacked her and fed.
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				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 03:07:55</strong>
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				Lira watched his reaction with morbid curiosity. "Get the stake ready? For you?" That made it clear then, he wasn't about to fall for the trap, however he figured out that there was one. "You really shouldn't have." The blood still smeared in her palms, she shot up from the bed. Her calves screamed in protest was she dash toward him, her hands out and wrapped about his wrists. <br><br>"Bind." She snapped before flinging herself away from him again, bracing herself against the bed. The blood against his wrist flashed for a brief moment before darkening into spirals about his wrist. Her eyes met his and her smile turned dark. "A blood witch, Lord Brixton, sent to kill you. Is that enough of an explanation? Far more than what you need to know at any rate." 
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				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 19:19:04</strong>
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				Aldar looked over his wrists.&nbsp; He had no knowledge of blood witches nor their spell compendium.&nbsp; Brixton's mind raced with thoughts of what this could mean.&nbsp; Right now he was in a bad way and she had the advantage.&nbsp; His eyes grew as dark as a clear midnight sky.&nbsp; "What the hell is this witch.&nbsp; Who would want me dead?"&nbsp; He said and lunged forward at her intending on beating the information on her.<br><br>((that's all i got sorry.))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Things that Happen at Midnight (Me and Anon.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 20:22:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				((Urg. No. It's my bad. I should have clarify)). <br><br>Lira arched eyebrow and darted out of the way, rolling across the bed and landing on the other side, the blade still in her hand. She grimaced at the sound of ripped fabric before casting a quick look down to see the slit split even higher up her leg and managed to spare a moment to mourn the ruined dress before returning her gaze to him. <br><br>The spell should bind his wrists together, using her own blood as a link by which to channel her own powers. It wasn't a path that she would have chosen if given a choice. Rather, it was simply what she could do the best with what she was given, her blood made stronger already by the pact that she had made with a demon. "You don't need to know who sent me." Her voice was steady as she readied the blade in her hand, blood smearing against the handle. "And honestly? I really don't care whether you're any deader. I do care if I am though. Sorry." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Things that Happen at Midnight (Me and Anon.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 19:32:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aldar's eyes watched her movements and shook his head.&nbsp; He didn't realize that he was actually hated this much and personally thought it was rather amusing that someone would try to use blood magic on a creature who feeds on blood.&nbsp; He shook his head and laughed.&nbsp; "Have you not learned anything young witch, blood magic doesn't always work.&nbsp; Especially on me considering I am old, a lot older than is really known."&nbsp; He growled and licked his wrists.&nbsp; The black was cleaned from his wrists with each lick of his tongue. <br><br>"Now Lira, is there any other sort of trick you would try against me.&nbsp; Or shall I drink from you know?"&nbsp; He asked her in a rather calm voice.&nbsp; Something every servant in the house feared is when he was yelling then grew calm rather quickly, it meant someone was going to die.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Things that Happen at Midnight (Me and Anon.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>07-11-2008, 08:24:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her blood ran cold, watching with morbid fascination at the way that his tongue moved over his skin. She hadn't anticipated that to happen. The blood acted as a channel and the blood shouldn't have mattered after the spell was cast. And since she doubted that he was holding the blood on his tongue, there wasn't much that she could do. "You may try." She answered, her fingers tightening on the blade.<br><br>She would be damned before she let him take any more than what she willingly gives up to ensure lulling him into a false sense of security. Her eyes fastened on his, her lips curved into a smile, waiting for his attempt. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Things that Happen at Midnight (Me and Anon.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>08-12-2008, 21:08:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aldar smiled his eyes fixated on her figure.&nbsp; "You should just give up and speak with me.&nbsp; I would rather much talk then fight."&nbsp; He said as he rolled up his sleeves then placing his hands in his pockets.&nbsp; Aldar wasn't sure who she was but was almost positive on who sent her, all he wanted was conformation.&nbsp; "Please this would be much easier,"&nbsp; He said as his body vanished like air, "If you would just cooperate." Aldar said as his forearm wrapped around her throat and his other hand gripped her wrist.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Things that Happen at Midnight (Me and Anon.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>08-12-2008, 22:25:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lira's fingers hooked into his forearm and she tried prying his arm off, her nails drawing long lines against his skin. Her breaths came in gasping gulps. It was a doomed situation. The knowledge hit her with a cold blow. Death was going to be inevitable for her before the night was out. The only question was, by whose hands? She twisted, pulling her elbow back sharply to dig into his ribs. "Let me go, you fucking bastard." She managed to cough out as her vision began to dim from the lack of oxygen. 
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