The Strings that Bind the Fangs [PeacethatPowerbrings&Flora of Horror]
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				Title: <strong>The Strings that Bind the Fangs [PeacethatPowerbrings&amp;Flora of Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flora of Horror</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 04:13:01</strong>
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				Traveling, it was the gypsy way. Never to stay at one spot for too long in fear of being prosecuted for being the nomads that they were, but they shouldn't be feared. They mastered the lifestyle of Freedom. They carry everything thing they need with the caravan, on the backs of horses and their own. They travel with the wind, the outstretched dirt road is the only thing that knows where they go as they don't even know themselves. <br><br>One such gypsy, a young woman with long black hair that hung over her straight shoulders and deep chocolate eyes that seemed to see into everyone and everything. Her slender fame was protected in a long plain blue dress that touched the ground and the hem threatened to halt her fluid steps by trying to get caught under her bare feet. The only thing she carried was a single case, an old battered violin case that she held very close to her side as the caravan started to slow down as the sun sunk behind the trees. Already someone started a large fire as the horses, donkeys and wagons circled around it.<br><br>"Iris, please, play for us!" Someone called out to her, other joined, wanting her to play them a song of protection for the night. She smiled softy as she walked towards them, they worked fast, already a large pot of stew boiled next to the flames. Iris pulled her long hair over her shoulder as she opened the case, pulling out the bow and the violin that she always carried around with her. The light of the blaze cast long shadows over everything, it turned her dark skin a reddish tint as her long slender fingers curl around the neck of the instrument and her fingertips lightly pin down the metal strings. She tucked its body between her thin neck and shoulder, curving her long body so that she wouldn't fall over as she gently placed the horse haired bow on the strings and gracefully let it moved, filling the darkening air with soothing music.[/center]
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strings that Bind the Fangs [PeacethatPowerbrings&amp;Flora of Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 05:11:57</strong>
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				Gypsies. Victor had known many, and bedded many. The eternal youth that he possessed, was an exchange for something he niether missed nor envied. Here he stood, no breathing, no heartbeat, not even footsteps to give him away to the wary Gypsy folk around the fire. <br><br>He stood, barefoot, black pants, and a long white shirt that hardly matched his undone messy brown hair. There was nothing to be done, really, he needed a meal, and he'd never been so cruel as to let a woman die unhappy, one last night of stolen bliss before he drunk life's blood. Iris, was her name, he heard. She was beautiful, young.&nbsp; He moved smoothly, literaly floating up into a tree, lying out on a branch. Her would wait until all were asleep. Until then, he was content to listen to her song. It was pretty, though he'd heard pretty before. He wondered if she might've found true passion in her music, but he was hardly one to give in to sympathy for what might be.<br><br>Victor watched, bright gold eyes fixated on his prey. He wondered if perhaps he might ask a song of her, before he fed. Perhaps, perhaps not, it was of little concern. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strings that Bind the Fangs [PeacethatPowerbrings&amp;Flora of Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flora of Horror</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 07:30:20</strong>
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				As soon as the notes stopped, the circle of people clapped but Iris acted as if she didn't hear as she placed the bow back on the strings. She made sharp, quick note, making everyone's stares snap up to her. "Have you heard the tale of the great demon?" She asked, her tone flowing with her notes perfectly, her voice was in pure harmony with her music. "A demon, fresh from Hell scower the Earth looking for fair maiden to feast upon. With flesh so tender, it would make any demon's mouth water." She moved around the fire, her steps matching the ominous harsh music.<br><br>"He found his maiden, Oh!, how pretty see be. Hair, yellow as the sun and eyes as bright as any jewel. Her skin was his favorite, soft and pale, oh, how he wanted to nip and nibble at her. Yet she was protected by God..." Her hand slowed the bow, turning the suspense to that of tragedy. "He loved her though, but his hunger was too strong for him. He held her as a million rose petal fell from her pink lips, he watched, the Lonely Devil, watched as the one thing he wanted was taken to a place he could not go. He watched, as away went her soul pasted the wide golden gates, he watched as her tears cooled his Hellish skin. He reached out, fingertips to fingertips, grasping air as well as unanswered prays. The Gates snap shut and he's all alone yet her tears moved him, soothing the demon's hunger and allowing to be at peace." She changed to tune again, a soft barely audible as she closed her eyes and swayed her body, lulling everyone else to do the same as she told her story.<br><br>"Again, the gates opened, thinking he was being mocked, to never see her again, he shunned the sight of Heaven. Wandering Earth with the mock voice of the yellowed haired maiden calling to him, though each day he could hear it close the distance, the voice right behind him till he felt her hands on his cheek. Looking up, he sees his beloved maiden being carried by wings and in her clear eyes, he sees that her tears turned him human and that it was his time to join her. They wrapped embrace and enter the gates together, the Demon and the Maiden live in peace, even to this day." <br><br>Iris grinned playfully as she managed to make almost everyone fall asleep, they laughed, shaking the few that had fallen asleep to wake and get to the tents. Iris replaced her violin back in it case when she felt someone tug on the back of her skirt. "Iris," A little girl, hugging close to Iris in a shy manner held out her hand to her. "Me Ma wanted me to give this to you, says you have a bad omen." Iris smirked taking from her what was in her palm, saying thank you though everyone knew the girl's mother had no brains since she gain the fever. But Iris was never rude as she looked at her palm as she started to make her way to the back of the caravan to pratice by herself. It was a silver chain, with a handmade wooden cross. "Oh, sweet." Iris cooed as she moved her hair and clasp the chain around her neck as she was far enough from the caravan, she could play here without annoying anyone trying to sleep but at the same, she could still lull them to their dreams.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strings that Bind the Fangs [PeacethatPowerbrings&amp;Flora of Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 08:06:13</strong>
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				Victor listened with interest as Iris played and spoke a story he hadn't heard in a very long while. In the darkness he waited, watching her below. He saw the little girl, bearing a cross. It was an interesting trinket, a sign perhaps that someone in the camp could see beyond, or perhaps feel beyond, the present moment. He could not touch the thing. A cross was a sacred thing, a symbol that took on real power, if it was intended to be a symbol. Those symbols, were pain and injury to him, to those like him, but it was not a weapon. It could not kill him, though the pain was threat enough, such pain as he'd never known in life.<br><br>He slipped down from where he lay, not quite touching the ground. His feet touched the grass not ten paces from Iris. He walked closer, circling her quietly, the brush of his footsteps over the grass being the only noise.<br><br>"Good evening," he said, gently.<br><br>He wondered at her thoughts, knowing such visits would not be uncommon. After all, Gypsies could not go anywhere without finding themselves on someone's land. He wondered if his appearence was too lax, though he hadn't intended upon finding Gypsies, just a traveller perhaps. He supposed he'd found a bit of fortune's favour that he'd missed in life, finding Iris as he had. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strings that Bind the Fangs [PeacethatPowerbrings&amp;Flora of Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flora of Horror</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 03:14:27</strong>
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				Iris had stopped just under a tree, resting her shoulder against the rough bark as she traced her fingertips gently over the chain around her slender neck. She stared out in a dreamy way down the path from once they came, it was the past and impossible to bring the memories back to life, the only way for her was forward and where that was, she did not know. She sighed heavily as she dropped her case at her feet and sunk to the ground, sitting on the roots of the tall tree that sheltered her from the darkening night sky with it long spidery branches. Iris didn't even know that anyone was behind her till he spoke up, she turned, obviously startled from her gasp and her expression as she looked up at him from her place on the ground.<br><br>She quickly stood and bowing in respect, her long black hair curved and flowed off her shoulders and the cross seemed from float in the air off of the chain as she did so. "Oh, excuse me, I did not know anyone else was here." She said quickly, hoping that she didn't intrude on anything. But through her bangs, Iris looked over him from what she could see between the dark strands. He was bared foot. One thing she learned quickly from men that didn't wear any shoes were that it was easier for them to take their pants off. She slightly tensed as the thought rung through her head, she was still in screaming distance from the caravan and she was pretty sure that she could fight him off with a rock or something if he didn't run from her screaming. But she wasn't the type of girl to be taken in such a way or place.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 03:59:07</strong>
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				"Sorry if I startled you," he said with a soft smile, "I was taking a walk, and saw the fire. A dear friend of mine owns the land, his house is just over the hill there."<br><br>He turned, pointing over a nearby hill, where, true to his word was, out of sight, a manor house. It was also true that it was his friend who owned the land, though that man was not like him, just one's normal land-owning aristrocrat, with a penchant for parties and women of the evening. It was an atmosphere that reminded him of time gone by.<br><br>"I take it that you were the one playing?" he asked, looking to her violin case, "I heard it on the way, and I was, curious, to see who was playing so beautifully, I think it a shame that we never have such talented musicians to play at William's parties..."<br><br>He looked lost in thought for a moment, but clearly regained his chain of thought after a moment.<br><br>"Sorry, I've been rude..." he said, "I'm Victor..." with a bow of his head.
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				Post by: <strong>Flora of Horror</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 04:31:13</strong>
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				Iris straightened as the other pointed up the hill, through the trees, if she squinted and tilted her head to the side, she could see lights from the windows of a house between the trees. She wondered how the other could find it from such a great distance, she wouldn't have noticed it if he didn't point it out. "Yes sir, I play the violin." She replied politely as she could see now that he looked kind but she was still suspicious about him not wearing shoes, but as long as he was a gentlemen, she had no reason to fear him. Iris was about to speak up as the other remained silent for a long while, but then he came back and introduced himself. She curtsied back. "Iris Dae." She said back, pulling her long hair away from her face and behind her back. <br><br>"Wo... Would you like to hear me play?" Iris offered, smiling softly as she loved it when people heard her play. Her music could change feelings, emotions and even how people looked at one another. At least that's how she saw it, which she often thought she was right, how people who listened would rock back and forth without even knowing it or how they would close their eyes and hold loved ones close. She loved seeing those types of reactions, they were pure and innocent.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 06:36:11</strong>
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				"I'd love that," he said, "if you'd sit here with me while you play, I suppose I should've worn some walking shoes, I suppose walking barefoot is good for one every now and then, even if it tends to wear on the feet."<br><br>He moved to sit down against the tree, resting his feet in the grass. He imagined that he could quite easily entrance her while she played, it would only take a bit of eye contact, and he could get her to remove her cross, and take him to her...home. He really couldn't attack as he might've in the city. Out here, Iris's screams would be a disaster, not at all like a scream in the city.<br><br>He considered it a shame that he couldn't tell her that it was the last time she'd play her violin, but he doubted it would matter. He'd fed on a concert master or two, and he hadn't been impressed by her playing yet. Still, he closed his eyes and leaned back, waiting for the music to begin. Her requiem.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strings that Bind the Fangs [PeacethatPowerbrings&amp;Flora of Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flora of Horror</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 04:49:02</strong>
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				Iris resisted the urge to eye him suspiciously, though she wasn't sure if she succeed as she tucked her skirt under her knees before she sat next to him. She pulled her case to her side and pulled the buttons and popped the latches as she opened it, she gingerly held the old instrument in her hands as she held it against the nape of her neck. She poised the bow over the stings, her fingertips were steady as she thought of a song to play for the stranger. She closed her dark eyes for a moment, feeling the songs that surrounded them in the night.<br><br>The light breeze moved her arm, the bow gliding over the metal strings, a soft slow note filled the air. Her slender fingers pressing down on them as her palm pressed against the neck of the violin, she swayed slightly as the bow moved over the body of the violin. The wind tussled her long black hair and rustled the grass, it bowed forcing crickets to move and sing with her lullaby. The chain around her neck moved over her collar bone as she played. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strings that Bind the Fangs [PeacethatPowerbrings&amp;Flora of Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 05:58:11</strong>
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				Victor closed his eyes, leaning back, and listening to her play. The sound took him back, somehwere else, some other time. Shadowed figures danced in his head, as though in a play set to her music. He shook himself, standing and turning with impossible speed to hold her wrist. Stopping her bow hand, he silenced her note. He held it firmly, his other hand moving to her mouth as his entire body twisted around, placing him behind in in the blink of an eye.<br><br>"Your people know of men who make deals in the night?" he asked, "I have a deal for you...the next song you play will be your last, your very own requiem. Play for me a song to make the devil weep."<br><br>He let go of her all at once, moving faster than the human eye could track, seeming to appear between her and her camp, sixteen feet from her and standing in the moonlight. He didn't know what she'd do, but he imagined that if she could comprehend her situation, the monster that asked a song of her, she'd make her last moments on earth worthwhile.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Flora of Horror</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 19:15:44</strong>
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				Iris tensed and gasped as her hand was stopped, icy strong fingers were curled around her slender wrist, she looked up but the man wasn't were he was sitting and she couldn't scream as her mouth was covered. She looked up at Victor, she didn't know how he got behind her without her hearing even if she was placing, he should have made some noise but didn't. She could feel her heart pounding away from panic as she was forced to listen to his words; she knew what he was now and why the girl had offered her the charm. <br><br>Once freed from him, Iris held tightly to her violin, hoping that it hard wooden frame would lend her some of it's strength. Which it did. She could barely remember the song that she always wanted to play, but the instrument in her hands remembered. She stood slowly on shaky knees, trying hard not to give the other the slightest sense of how scared she was of him. She licked her pale lips as she placed the pad of the violin back under her chin, lightly cradling it on her shoulder and with the crook of her throat. She looked at the strings, instead at the other that stood between her, the single man that was going to take her life at her final note. <br><br>With a deep breathe she placed the bow on the strings, her slender fingertips were touching the frame, her other hand was shaking, curved around the neck and ready to play. She pulled the bow slowly, filling the air was a low note that vibrated as her slender fingers twitched on the cord. She pushed the bow back, quickly, making another low, slow note. A deep sad song played from her hands, a song of memories. There was a reason she didn't try to run or scream when she figured out what Victor was, she had seen his kind before and knew what they could do. But she preferred to die and letting the last thing she knew on this Earth was music.
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