A Touch Of Midnight [Nariel & Akioth]
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				Title: <strong>A Touch Of Midnight [Nariel &amp; Akioth]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nariel</strong> on <strong>04-08-2006, 05:08:41</strong>
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				The last petal of the rose floated along the gentle breeze until it fell nestled in the rich green grass not very far from where it had been formed. As the earth would take its final breath for the night and call into a peaceful slumber all those that it had created that was still attached to it, in a way others were it, they city was just tumbling into life. Like a child who was learning their first steps the lights in the city stumbled on as if it were unsure of the movement, then suddenly with sure steps the lights came on in rapid succession. From a sky top loft, one would be able to see the simple beauty of lights dazzling in the night. For others the night would still seem a dark void that held the most dangerous and delicious secrets. It was a place of beauty, for those that found beauty in the dark and the things it harbored. <br><br>To many, this day was just another day that trickled by, along with the other years that were not truly significant. To many, this night would be nothing more than time passed, time that would not even be remembered. To some, this night held some fond laughs and good times shared with friends. To some, happiness would be found, shared and cherished. To one...this night would bring in a trail of memories. To one this night would be a night of remembrance. <br><br>It had been a year, since she had been turned into a creature she had not known existed outside of horror stories. Corazon stood looking out at the city from her apartment loft. It was one of the things she had kept from her human life. It kept up the appearance that she was human. As far as everyone in the building knew she slept during the day and worked late into the night. It was during the night her business clients were usually in town and over dinner was when most of the transactions for her company took place. Yes, she had a company, pretty odd right, but it was so. A small store, or showcase….that that catered to the artwork of up and coming artist, from all over the world. The museum if you could call it that was becoming a highlight in the city. During the night hours the doors were open, it was an odd twist she had since she had opened the door to the store four years ago, and it still remained, and was a hit because of that simply fact.<br><br>Like any refined business person she held a whiskey glass in her hand. The red liquid that was in the glass was to dark to be red wine and much too thick to be thought of as a mixture from grapes. For some reason she had wanted to try the drink chilled and so she added a few cubes to it. The chilled version was not as good as appealing as having it warm and flowing out of a body, but it would do, and she would not waste. <br><br>Turning away from the window she mentally stripped out of the clothes she had worn to ‘bed’. Moving into her bedroom she opened the closet doors with a silent command and shifted through the clothes until she came upon a dark green dress, she thought would be perfect for the evening events. The sandals she would wear with them, were dark green as well. She had a thing for matching shoes, and the strapy kind that wrapped around the ankle and held the foot in place. They were more than just shoes in her eyes, they were sex symbols. With a grin she slipped into the dress and arranged the shoes around her feet. They buckled with ease <br><br>Little to no make up was painted on her face. Corazon was a tall woman with a rather slim build. Her height peaked at 5’11 when she wore heels, which was most of the time. She had full dark brown eyes a small nose and full lips. Her face was small and surrounded by long, straight black hair that often feel over her breastbone to sway lightly against her nipples. Her waist was very small and while her hips did flare out, it was not one that would draw immediate attention to her. Corazon prided herself on keeping herself presentable, which meant regular manicures, pedicures, stops to spas that could cater to her late hours. Her hair she did herself. She was a woman of leisure and she enjoyed all aspects of her life, even the ones she was still adjusting to. <br><br>You would think a year would be enough time for her to grasp the fact that she was no longer human. It wasn’t. She didn’t think any amount of time would ever ready her for that. <br><br>Here she had been thinking how careful she was when choosing her lovers, and she had allowed a vampire to enter her house, her bed, she had let him suck blood out of her under his spell of compulsion and then force blood back into her. It was something she would never forget, how could she? It had changed her life forever. She hadn’t seen or heard from him since. <br><br>Grabbing her keys off of the stand near the door she closed her apartment up behind her and made her way to the elevator. She would go down to the parking lot get her car and go to this dinner meeting she had been requested to attend. She wondered why her presence had been requested. Her manager was more than capable of taking care of the situation. Since she had been requested however, she would go to reassure the person that they were in more than capable hands. That was her job was it not? And were her hands not the most capable? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Touch Of Midnight [Nariel &amp; Akioth]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>04-08-2006, 20:25:11</strong>
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				Alexander, who often when by Lex, gazed across the resturant with a devoid gaze. Humans. Such creatures were entrusted to keep vampires alive it seemed. Wasn't it ironic. In the end it was the food who held the power over it's master. Thankfully this particular food was plentiful...and stupid, blind, and deaf. Alexander Giovanni, a vampire now well over 500 years old. A Elder. He sighs and looks through the resturant. To feel so much blood was a headache. It took all he had to stomach it. And of course the food that the resturant served. It was something he missed. Over 500 years and he had not tasted so much as a sliver of meat, a bite of a apple. Such food was poison now. A pity. But the taste of blood that it's own rewards, and of course his body would always lust after blood making it quite unlikely he'd ever get over it......<br><br>The man drew a few gazes from those single in the room, as he always would. Even if he didn't use his allure. His hair was styled in the land of old with some new flair. It was quite long, but held a shine that came with new conditioners. It was also darker than night. Clear sapphire blue eyes peered beneath elegently shaped eyebrows. A powerful chin and a sultry mouth with defined cheekbones and a average nose completed his image, a man with a unique handsomeness....and a power over others. Merely sending a smile to one of those single women made their knees quiver and hearts pound.....that never got old....<br><br>But now to await someone he'd seeked out. His painting skills were far from "up and coming" they were quite mature. So it had been quite easy to attract interest from her company. He didn't have a coven, nor was he in one. But he did seek out vampire company when it suited him. And this one was alone, and guideless. That made her a interest to him. one he'd satisfy one way or the other. She'd know he was a vampire the moment she entered the resturant. Merely for his abscene of life if nothing else....so he would wait for her...in his three piece black suit....and those shades he wore. Which made seem strange to others in the resturant....but they had the lights on pretty high...
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				Post by: <strong>Nariel</strong> on <strong>05-08-2006, 12:15:50</strong>
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				Cora, as she was affectionately called by the ones that knew her best, did not rush herself but cruised through the traffic. She was never a woman to rush or be rushed, even in her pervious state. A sleek black Cl65 AMG Mercedes-Benz, pulled up in front of the restaurant. Her next movements were something straight out of a movie scene. You could understand why men wanted to write abut these things. How they could easily be caught in a woman’s trap simply by observing these simple movements. <br><br>The door swung open under the gentle push of her hand. Then one leg slipped out from behind the door and then the other. Once her body was turned she slid out of her car. She pulled the small black purse; she snatched off her bed on the way the door, over her shoulder. Tossed her hair over her shoulder, she began to make steady progress towards the entrance. <br><br>Once the valet was able to stop staring he danced around the lady and made his way to her car. He didn’t know which he was more enchanted by, the woman or her car. Deciding the first way out of his league he settled on dreams of having a car much like the one that was now under his finger tips. Sora smiled as she heard the purr of her well oiled car. She knew the young man would have fun turning her car around the parking lot. Almost as much fun as she had when she was tearing down the empty highways on one of those rare occasions when she went to her cabin in the forest. A woman, had a right to get away every once in a while did she not?&nbsp; For the year, she had been out to her cabin twice already and she was already planning on making a third trip out there. <br><br>“It is not time to think about your vacation home. Not when you have a business meeting before you.” <br><br>The simple reminder wiped the soft inviting look off of her face. There was a polite coldness that reached her face and for the night that would be all that came into her eyes, or so she planned. Cora was never one to mingle much with clients. They would then think to form bonds of friendship and have her come to their children’s birthday parties which would be in the day. She didn’t want to draw attention to herself by receiving those sorts of invitations only to have to decline repeatedly. In the end, bonds of friendship could only be dangerous for the business. <br><br>The door was held open, and while most would have taken a minute to take a breath and calm their nerves, she strolled right into the room. While her presence commanded attention, something else captured her own. The moment she stepped in the room she could feel the pure heat of power brush across her skin. The hair on the nape of her neck shivered, stood on edge and then settled back down against her skin. If she were to look around the room she knew she would find the eyes of whomever. It had been an automatic reaction for her to push her own power back even as she stood not looking. <br><br>A woman with an infectious smile came over to her and kissed her cheeks. It was obvious she did not notice Cora’s tense shoulders, though after the woman’s presence as a distraction her whole stance changed. Returning the kisses to the woman’s cheek Cora spoke in a firm but affectionate voice,“ Meline, it is good to see you. Now brief me as we walk to the table.” <br><br>The woman spoke and began walking towards the table. To Cora it seemed as if they were moving more towards the source of power than away from it. She would admit that she was a bit intimidated. Never before had she met one that yielded so much power. It was imperative that she trod lightly. Though if she had thought about this a moment ago, she never would have tossed her power against one as strong as this. <br><br>For some reason she knew, one of the men at the table was the one, the powerful one. She did not want to give off the wrong impression. They had insisted on this meeting, perhaps they didn’t know. No that was impossible, one of his age would know. So what could possibly be wanted with her and her company? <br><br>“ Gentlemen, it is a pleasure.” She held her hand out to everyone. When it was time for her to shake the hand of the last man, she raised her eyes to his own and knew, it was he that was vampire. He was one of the most appealing men she had ever seen in her life, and she knew he would see that. She wished he would just quickly shake her hand so that she could take her seat before someone else did. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>07-08-2006, 00:23:12</strong>
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				The vampire felt the fold of his power as she entered, he could feel her own limited strength resist the overwhemling pulse of his own. Almost like a radar, he could sense her. No matter how much she lowered hers tregth. She still was far more powerful than the humans around her. And that made her very easy to single out. He didn't turn around even when he sensed her approach. He was very good at playing his role. And would never break it unless forced too. When she came and shook the hand of his...associates he smiled. They were merely humans who thought they possesed skill, and were piggybacking his work to get...connections. He didn't care, his name wouldnt be in the art world for long. <br><br>When she finished shaking the others hand and offered him hers he took it, and purposely let his power flow through it. A normal human would feel nothing from this particular surge. As they were only really sensitive to the vampires sense of persuasion. Their allure. But this vampiress would feel every ounce of power in his being through that contact. Touch was very diffrent for a vampire. And that brief touching of flesh was enough to tell her he was indeed the one. And he wasn't hiding it. "Good evening Madam." Looking to the other men at the table she'd watch as they as one quickly took blank expressions. Than as one they rose and left. Until they were in their cars and a good ways home would they wake up from the fog they currently were in. He hadn't called this meeting for them.<br><br>"Please sit." She would feel the pull from the order, he could force her too. But he wasn't going too. He was giving her some respect in that regard. But the pull from the request was...powerful. Besides, those blue eyes of his were boring into hers. ALmost as if he were reading her. The attraction was mutual. And he didn't hide that from her either. What was this powerful vampire doing here...and more specifically why was he interested in her......what she didn't realize....was he was looking at the man who had sired her sire's sire. In essence she was looking at a relative....in a very vampirish and distant way....that was how he found her in the first place....
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				Post by: <strong>Nariel</strong> on <strong>08-08-2006, 17:28:32</strong>
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				She had diverted her eyes from his own but when he clasped her hand her eyes shot up to his own. He meant to have his power surge through her so that she would look up at him. Had she not read that vampires liked to have the upper hand when it came to power? They liked to intimidate and have others under their control; it was in their nature…in her nature. Cora had to hold in the gasp that threatened to escape her lips at the power surge that went through her hand. If they were not be observed she would have tugged her hand away, but she knew they were and so her hand remained. Her eyes however, were no longer downcast they stared boldly into his own. She was letting him know that even while he had power she would be easily manipulated. Foolish…yes, but it was the only truth she knew. She was not nor would she ever be one to be molded into someone other than who she was. <br><br>Her second in command oblivious as to what was going on leaned over to Cora and whispered the man’s name against her ear. <br><br>“ Mr. Giovanni,” now she would tug at her hand, a signal that he should let her go, “ it’s a pleasure.” <em>Little liar, you know if you could you would get out of here as fast as you could. This man is not someone to play with.</em> Cora knew that he would be able to tell simply form the tone that she did not mean a word of what she had said. It was no pleasure for her. She tried to keep her distance from other vampires as best as she could. If she sensed any she usually took to the ground into an underground passage she found years ago in an old house bought by a friend of hers. It seemed a lot of events in her life lead up to the fact that she would be a vampire. The night life she enjoyed, the friend that had a place she could dwell in…her odd love for the paranormal. Yes, it would seem like it was more than a coincidence wouldn’t it?&nbsp; <br><br>Now is not the time for such thoughts Cora. Yes, she had to keep her mind on one track; to be diverted at this time could only cause more problems. He didn’t let go of her hand. That she noticed right away, because it disturbed her more than anything else to have her hand in his own. <br><br>The sound of chairs being pushed away from the table alerted her to the action of the men that simply began to move from the table without the slightest word. She knew it was because of the man that still held his hand in her own. It was obvious he would not have others privy to the conversation and so she could do nothing more than send Meline away as well. She however did not use the same tack as Mr. Giovanni. <br><br>“ Meline, would you excuse us. Mr. Giovanni and myself have a few things to speak about before we allow others to join our conversation. I am sure you understand.” <br><br>The woman knew better than to question Corazon. She simply nodded and made her way to a secluded table in where she would begin her meal. When she left Cora returned her gaze to the man before her and took the seat he offered to her. She knew he could have ordered her down if she resisted so she didn’t see the point in trying. <br><br>“ What is your&nbsp; reason for this meeting?” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>08-08-2006, 21:23:02</strong>
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				The vampire looked over to her and let loose a toothy smile, he didn't hide his fangs. He didn't need too. He was going to enjoy this meeting and these humans around him wouldn't be allowed to ruin it for him. "I need a reason to meet you do I. Interest, Curiousity, and perhaps a tad of guidance. I am a person who enjoys teaching younger vampires the ways of our world, ways which you have been ignoring for quite some time I might add." Running his hand through his black hair he looked over to a gitl and flashed her a grin, of course she returned the smile and he decidedly filled her head with lustful images. Such were the games vampires played. And he did enjoy watching human girls squirm in their seat. When he turned to look at Cora she'd catch the edge of the lusty images his mind had been creating. Although this time she was the girl in the fantasy, not the human. <br><br>It was obvious the vampire before her had long gotten used to...playing with his food. And perhaps other things as well. but he'd come here for her not for humans, why was yet to be known . "Besides, I do like to keep track of what I haved sired. Albeit the creature that bit you was...a mistake of a pupil of mine. One that has since been...taken care of." He looked around the resturant and quickly found himself loosing his satisfaction with it. Besides, the real games between them would begin when he could let his mind truely roam free. Without the nasty consequences humans would endure, the Vampiress could take a lot more from him than a mere human. And she would in fact. He make her feel things she never dreamed of...
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				Post by: <strong>Nariel</strong> on <strong>08-08-2006, 21:58:15</strong>
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				His cocky response had her straightening up in her seat. She didn’t like that he thought simply because he had an interest in her he was allowed to enter into areas of her life she would preferred to keep untainted. <br><br>The next words that came out of his mouth had her fisting her hands in her lap. What made him think she wanted to learn of the ways of a vampire? If she had ignored them thus far, for a whole year, why would he think because he suddenly made an appearance in her life she would run to the likes of him? Did he think she would be happy for this gift he was supposedly bestowing upon her? Well if he did think that then he was in for a rude awakening. <br><br>“ I must say that I an no more interested in what you think you can teach me any more than I am interested at being here having this conversation.” &nbsp;Cora tried to keep her tone as cold and professional as she could. It was a strain on her behalf because she was outraged that this man thought he could simply come into her life and teach her that which she didn’t wish to learn. <br><br>He seemed to be paying attention to someone over her shoulder, and that pricked her even more. The least he could do was pay attention to what she was saying. It was an insult she would not take even from one so powerful. As she pushed her chair away from the table intent on leaving he tossed his thoughts to her and images of her in all sorts of positions with him above her, beneath her, behind her …in her were tossed in her mind. Cora let out a gasp of outrage and pushed at the thoughts that were being forced into her mind.<br><br>“You lie. You have not sired me.” The words escaped her lips before he had a chance to talk about the one that had bitten her. Hearing the name her shoulders squared and she recalled how he had taken her for a fool. Her hunger for knowledge had her living this life she now lived. The one across from her had sired the him, or was responsible for him being sired, for her being what she was. <br><br>Had he come thinking she would be grateful for him killing the man? Wasn’t she suppose to disperse into nothing since he had killed the one that sired her? She was confused. Had all the stories about vampires she read been a lie? Could one live without the one that sired it? There was a dull ache in the back of her head that always came when she thought to much on these things. <br><br>Cora just looked over at the man sitting before her. She had told him she had no need of him. So there was no longer a need for her to be here. She wasn’t thankful for what he had done, it should have been done sooner, but it hadn’t. And now, she was forced to live a life in the night instead of in the light. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>09-08-2006, 17:23:49</strong>
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				The vampire enjoyed people who were coy, however he wasn't quite as fond about people who would stand up to him in such a manner. Being as old as he was did garner some advantages, and one of them is that he damn well earned the respect he got. And when he didn't get it...well it irked him. To her first comment his voice was calm and collected. "Oh I promise you this isn't a choice, I am here to teach you whether you like it or not. You are a vampire, and yet you live like a human. I won't have that in my line." He stared her down, a smirk on his face as she responded to his...ignoring her, although his eyes turned to ice as she stood and denied her heritage. In fact they almost glowed. ]<br><br>"Sit." And this time he wasn't giving her the honor of doing it herself, her body did what he willed. Apparently he didn't like being called a liar. "My blood runs in your veins. To deny that is foolishness child. And do not test me patience with grandeous ideas or proclaimations. i was merely giving you the option of accepting. You cannot live as a human any longer. Soon people will notice how you never change your weight, how you never come into the light, how you never get old. These are things that will be noticed you know this. If I have to I will force you to accept the path that you have been forced on. But I will not have vampires compromised by some foolish girl who still wants her life. People are happily ignorant of us for the most part. And We want it to stay that way." His breath was stille quite even and he didn't look worked up, but she could feel the vibes of his power through his aura.
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				Post by: <strong>Nariel</strong> on <strong>11-08-2006, 08:35:51</strong>
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				<strong>Sit</strong><br><br>It was a command and she felt it with every bone in her body. Even though her mind rebelled her body did as it was commanded. The blood in her veins followed his command as if it was possessed by him. Her jaw clenched in reaction and she listened to him speak about how she was endangering the secrecy of vampires. He would teach her how to accept what had been forced upon her even though she did not want it. What a selfish bastard. For all he knew she would have chosen to walk in the sun. To give her life because she had no wish to live as a creature of the night.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn’t even look at him, this creature that could command her body at will as if she had no life of her own. He was upset, how dare he be upset when he was taking away her free will. Forcing upon her a life that she would not live. The situation was ludicrous and she couldn’t would have left if she had the power to do so. All he was doing was yielding his power over her, making her weak, showing her just how pitiful she was. <br><br>Cora would say nothing to him. He commanded her presence but that did not mean she would have to comply by responding to him. Already her body did as he ordered that did not mean her mind would have to do the same also. <br><br>As she sat there, waiting for him to tell her of what else he planned to do in her life she chastised herself. She should have known the moment she walked in it would be best to turn around. Had she not steered clear of vampires for a year. Why hadn’t she just walked away? Curiosity no doubt, and how many times had she been reminded that curiosity killed the cat. Look at what it had gotten her a year ago, and look where it had her now. <br><br>She made up her mind that she would despise this man and everything he stood for. All he represented, not to mention the fact that he was handsome. That must be a tool he used to draw people into his lure. Damn cock sure vampire bastard. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>16-08-2006, 08:35:35</strong>
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				He stared at her, while her mind was not open to him her attitude was. And with age came wisdom. And he was no fool. "Damn this stupid ignorant man for coming into my life and daring to try and change me. Damn him for his kind, damn him for his comfort with being a vampire, damn him for siring the person who sired my sire! Do tell me if I get close my dear. I'd hate to assume that I was oh so far off looking into those fiery eyes of yours." He gave her a grin obviously not at all offended or annoyed at her obvious anger, and hatred. <br><br>"I've been hated for what I am by many a person dearie. I understand the problems associated by being what we are beyound the obvious phyiscal ones. Garlic, silver, daylight, and blood all annoyances to the real problems. And that of course are what make the real problems a problem. no daylight, means no social life. Garlic means being careful where you eat...or rather going to dinners where others might eat the stuff, silver. Well that isnt too much of a problem unless you like the stuff, and finally....blood. The thing that lets us live. How can you stand sitting in a room where scores of hearts bean. Where blood flows. And of course you have the power to have a lad or lass lay over and expose their neck, willingly. Many such as myself have turned that power into a sport. A Game. And I'm not ashamed to admit it. Unlike you I know what I am, i came to understand it a long time ago. You will too. Unless you kill yourself over lost humanity. Of course their is those pleasing aspects that you I feel deny yourself. Have you ever felt the rush of having fresh blood fall down your chin, or the sexual excitement when you kiss someone and nip their tongue. Vampire or no. Why do you deny hmmm.....well, in my selfishness I'm going to make those urges harder to ignore. And your now part of my little game..." He was a damn cock sure vampire bastad...
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				Post by: <strong>Nariel</strong> on <strong>18-08-2006, 09:21:30</strong>
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				She raged, there was no need to deny it. One could see it in her shoulders, they way the shook the clothes she was wearing. Here he had commanded her to sit. Demanding she listen to him as he mocked her, as he taunted her with the very thing she wished to remember she wasn’t. Even her own belief she had tossed in her face. Now he was telling her that he would not what..let her seek the dawn because he had a need to play a game with her. He was a bastard of the highest level and rank. Power was a manipulation with him, and even while she was disgusted, some part of her was aroused. That was perhaps what made her even more repulsed. How could she have a reaction to the fact that he was forcing her to sit and taking over her life. <br><br>Cora was not one to simply lay down and obey. Even as a human she had been a bit eccentric, doing what she wanted when she wanted and how. Yet, here was some thing…one that was invading her space. Not that she really had a choice to push him away, because she didn’t. How did you push away a vampire that had so much power he glued you to your seat with the simple word? Sit…as if she were a dog of some time and he was training her on how to act. <br><br>It suddenly dawned on her. He was teaching her how to act, well at least when one held more power than you. She would have been rash and walked out leaving him there and possibly getting herself killed in the act. The vampire subject was touchy with her and she was rash in suddenly leaving, she should not have allowed her feelings to show, but she had. <br><br>Was this a lesson he thought she needed to learn and by not calling it one did he think she would not pick up? <br><br>Cora remained stubbornly silent. He would talk and she would listen, even if she gave no reply. She still was trying to figure out, how one could be so positively breath taking and still be a bastard. Or, perhaps that was the reason behind being a bastard. He knew he was appealing to the eye and so he was use to getting what he wanted. Damn&nbsp; cock sure bastard vampire. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>18-08-2006, 22:06:55</strong>
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				A soft smile and chuckle were seen and heard as he contimplated her. Such a hot headed lass. Not that he blamed her. He had come into her life rather suddenly after all. Alexander felt half a urge to have her mind her clothes off. Just to make her angrier. However he was a very possesive fellow. And if she were to expose her flesh at any point this evening he would not let others watch. That would be something for him only. Now it was time to play, he knew everything about her body he would ever need to know. She was a woman and a vampire. Both things he could exploit at will. Whether by controlling her through his powers, or by his charm and blood. And he had no doubt he could do either. Blood was like wine, the older it got the finer it's taste.......and with the vampires being almost designed to hunt blood...well, any vampire could tell a good vintage....<br><br>Bringing his hand to his mouth he bit down ever so softly. The palm of his hand bled easily and unnoticed by all but her. As the scent of his blood wafted through the room. Setting his hand down on a hankerchief he let it bleed, and watched her eyes. They were gateways to emotions, the heart and the soul. Now he waited. How strong a will did she have. Even he had to struggle to resist biting down on some of the elder vampires. They all struggled with it. And a younger vampire would have more trouble than that...."Can you resist the thirst child..." He whispered. And she would feel his mind ease off her own, but their was no question that she was not free to go. He would not let her leave. But he would let her come over to him to feed if she wished. In fact even as he spoke the resturant was emptying. It would take a few minutes for him to mentally find them all...but sooner or later....they were alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Touch Of Midnight [Nariel &amp; Akioth]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nariel</strong> on <strong>19-08-2006, 16:41:38</strong>
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				The scent of his blood was like the call of a siren and it pulled from her a hunger she had not known existed. Her hands gripped the table and she nearly lounged across it. Her body was held tight all her muscles taunt as she looked at the blood that was spilling on the white handkerchief. That sweet substance, she could taste it on her lips, on her tongue in her mouth. The muscle on the side of her head pulsated and eyes filled with hunger and lust poured shot across the table. He was tempting her, teasing her and taunting her, even though she knew it she could not contain the need. <br><br>Leaning over the table her breast were pressed against white cloth that covered the table as her tongue darted out to taste the sweet blood that poured down his hand. The initial touch was tentative. She wanted to see if it tasted as good as it promised. Her tongue darted out of her mouth and then retreated, taking the taste of him inside of her mouth. It was pure heaven; she didn’t even bother to look up at him but simply took what he offered. IN some part of her mind she knew it would bind her to him in a more personal way. He would be able to track her any where, send her thoughts and invade her space simply because she was taking his blood. She couldn’t find a reason to care. It was took strong the need the hunger for him. <br><br>Her mouth latched onto his arm and she sucked on his arm pulling the blood from his body. Occasionally her tongue was dart out and scoop the blood into her mouth as if it were the finest treat. <br><br>Cora was mindless of the fact that her ass was sticking out and in a provocative way. She didn’t care that her breast were plastered to the table and she was being a wanton woman. Someone that she would not be able to relate to, someone she would have been ashamed of. None of that matter. All that mattered was the taste of the man before her. That was all that mattered. It was all that would ever matter. <br><br>If Alex did not stop her, she would continue to drink and drink and drink until he was weak and she was fully sedated. How could one so young stop herself from the addicting taste of an elder? His blood was like the most fruit well aged with the seasons of life. <br><br>A drop of blood spilled down her bottom lip and fell to the handkerchief that was already stained.&nbsp; That was all that spilled, one droplet of his blood. She allowed no other to escape her mouth. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Touch Of Midnight [Nariel &amp; Akioth]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>19-08-2006, 20:53:19</strong>
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				The older vampire didn't bother to hide the smile as she struggled for those first few seconds. The moment he saw those lust filled hungry eyes he knew he had won. He watched as she leaned across the table his eyes falling to her breasts as they displayed themselves as creamy and succulent. He couldn't wait to see more later....that first taste was always the most fun to watch. To see the eyes light up, the knowledge of the taste come true. And he wasn't at all suprised when she latched onto his arm across the table. Taking the pleasure he offered. "You mine now child...." He whispered his hand falling to her hair and brushing it to the side with a smile. If his power over her mind wasn't enough....now he had her thist. That could quite easily backfire on him if he were to forget feeding himself. He'd have to find some food after this he was quite sure. <br><br>For now he let his eyes fall over her body, taking note of what he would soon posses. He might have been a cock sure vampire bastard. But he had a reason to be...as she was finding out at that moment. Depending on the will of the vampiress he could make a girl do anything for that blood. The denial of it when hungry was most....painful. For now he carefully watched and waited. He watched that single drop fall and shook his head, some low levels would kill for that..... And when it was time he carefully pulled her from his arm, smiling as she attempted to get more. "Enough child....you'll get more in the future." <br><br>Placing his head against hers she'd find he was looking through her mind. Finding where she lived.....if she could think through the thirst.....when he found what he needed he decided to test her new found lust for his blood..."Go home and wait for me....I shall feed. And you will be prepared to work for your treat my dear....." She would know what he meant. That had been a freebie...now she would have to work for it...how she did it...depended on how much she wanted it....
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Touch Of Midnight [Nariel &amp; Akioth]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nariel</strong> on <strong>20-08-2006, 21:56:08</strong>
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				<strong>"You mine now child...."</strong><br><br>The words were merely brushed across her mind as she continued to partake of the sweet substance that had been offered to her. Cora would have continued to suck and to drain Alex of the blood he offered to her willingly, even if it was to ensnare her in the end. <br><br>She tried to hold onto him as he pulled away but he pushed her away. <br><strong><br>"Enough child....you'll get more in the future."<br></strong><br>The sound of his voice shot through her brain like a bullet hitting it’s mark. Her eyes darted up to his own in horror. She recalled what she had done and the haze that covered her mind and blocked away the events that were occurring slipped away. Cora scrambled off of the table and when her hips connected with the base of the seat she collapsed. Her hands went to her lips as she tried to deny what had just happened. He was there looking at her with that smile that told her there was no means for escape now. <br><br>His head was against her own but she was to dazed to pull away. The blood that rushed through her dazed her. It made everything seem so much more than what it was. The hunger was sedated, for all else but his blood. What was he trying to turn her into? <br><br>He was pulling information away from her. Things she would have no one know. She was helpless against his search, it was as if he had stripped her bear and was simply taking what it was he needed from her. <br><br><strong>"Go home and wait for me....I shall feed. And you will be prepared to work for your treat my dear....."<br></strong><br>Did he think because of her hunger she would comply! Never…she would never drink of his blood again. Even as she denied she rushed from the table surging out of her seat and slamming her waist against the table. There would be a bruise later if hse didn’t see to it but she didn’t care. Turning quickly the chair fell to the ground behind her as she rushed out the door. <br><br>She wasn’t going to ask how her car appeared at the front of the building. All she did was slip behind the wheel and sped out onto the road. She wouldn’t go home…but where else could she go? There was no other place, she had no choice but to go home. He knew this, he had to know it. Even as she pulled into the parking lot under her building she rushed to get to her house. Maybe she could collect things and leave this place. She had to get away..else she would be a slave to him. She would be a slave for his blood. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Touch Of Midnight [Nariel &amp; Akioth]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>21-08-2006, 01:16:34</strong>
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				The vampire rose slowly from his chair watching with interest as she rushed from the table to her car, nay saying a word. He than listened as she sped off with haste...he hoped she made it home with no problems. For now she might be sated, in essence she'd be sated for quite a while. But just like a human with candy, even full the urge to eat was great. And for her it would be even more difficult. And he was counting on the fact the few hours it took him to feed and get there would be enough to drive her crazy for the taste, and if she try to run...well he'd track her down and show her that was a mistake. Glancing at the clock he knew he had more than 7 hours tell sunrise. <br><br>Walking calmly from the resturant Alexander walked to his 2007 Ford Mustang Shelby GT 500. It wasn't his most expensive car, but it was one of his fastest. 500 horses under the hood, and a supercharged whine. He grinned as he took it out for a spin. Going into town it didn't take long for Alex to find what he was looking for, a couple was walking down the street. He braked next to them and stopped the car. Getting out he mentally ordered them into the alley nearby, he left his car running. They walked into the alley...and he followed and fed....<br><br>About an hour later he left two bodies to sleep in the alley. They'd wake up and wonder what the hell happend. As most did. He walked back to his car and slipped in, wiping his mouth on a napkin. And than he turned around and started off for her home, wondering how bad she'd want it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Touch Of Midnight [Nariel &amp; Akioth]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nariel</strong> on <strong>24-08-2006, 05:31:26</strong>
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				By the time she had a few things stored in her bag the hunger hit her like some unknown force slamming her onto the bed she had been towering over. Her eyes widened and she held onto her stomach with wide eyes. What was happening? <br><br><em>Don’t be silly Cora you know just what is happening. </em><br><br>Even as the thoughts entered her mind she shook her head. It couldn’t be, she couldn’t want the taste of&nbsp; him now. He had to have sent some message to her body, trying to ensnare her. Surly it was only a mind thing. Yes, it was all in her head and if she could just push through it then she could get away from here, away from him. She had to get away! He was too powerful, there was just too much of him and she knew she would be helpless to defend herself against him. <br><br>Clawing at the sheets on the bed she tried to pull herself to the edge so that she could drag herself off of the bed. She had to move, to try and get away, it was the only way to stay sane. Already she had, had the choice of a normal life stripped away from her. She was not prepared to become some puppet who would dance when someone else pulled the strings. There was power in her was there not? <br><br><em>Come now Cora, let’s not be foolish. You have power but untapped. You never really tried to see what you could do as a vampire. Hell you would have ignored it if you could have. Other than feeding, you didn’t care to learn. Now look where that has gotten you genius!</em><br><br><em>OH HUSH!</em><br><br>The last thing she needed was her own conscious telling her things she already knew. Damn smart aleck mind! She really didn’t have time for an argument with herself. What she needed right now was to get in and out. Already she had gotten in it was time for her to leave. The nagging pain she would just have to take with her, and if she died because of it then that would be the result. She would not allow herself to be used she would not!<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Touch Of Midnight [Nariel &amp; Akioth]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>24-08-2006, 05:59:10</strong>
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				The vampire hummed softly along with female lead of Lacuna coil, as her yell filled the Mustang's interior. He did enjoy this particular song. Our Truth. Had a nice ring to it. Glancing to his speedometer he noted he was travelling a few miles above the speed limit. Odd, Normally he followed the laws to the letter. Not wanting to be noticed. Certainly he could easily persuade a officer to leave him be when he was pulled over. But those pesky men in blue always reported plates before engaging anyone. Which of course complicated things.....Alexander grinned realizing he was excited. He hadn't found a vampiress of his own line for quite a long time. And most vampiress were drawn into that gothic crowd. This girl was classy....artistic...and had a will. Certainly he wanted her submissive. But he also wanted her to be able to have conversations with him, match his wit. His blood would probably ensure her submissiveness. Her body if not her mind....<br><br>On the highway he felt himself enter her field of power. On the outer fringes to be sure, But he felt it. And of course she would feel him coming from much farther away. He was doing nothing to hide his prescense from her now. Shifting into another gear the Vampire turned off the highway and towards the street her home abided on. And once he was their he pulled to the side and idled collecting himself. Finally ready he shuts off the Car and locks it setting the keys in his pocket. And he slowly made his way towards her door....now. Did she have a mind to resist...or would she be so needy as to try and attack him....he hoped for the latter....she'd be easier to control that way....
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Touch Of Midnight [Nariel &amp; Akioth]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nariel</strong> on <strong>11-09-2006, 21:25:41</strong>
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				The pain really hadn’t gotten any better. In fact it got worse. As she lay there she felt like she was being torn apart. Her body was ignoring every order her mind gave it. She was like two parts dwelling in one body. Never before had she ever been this way. Her body was trained to respond to the orders she gave it. She had learned to depend on that blind obedience this past year, and now it seemed to have disappeared as if all that training had been for nothing. <br><br>He was closer. <br><br>The message was as clear as if it had been whispered in her ear or written before her face on the wind. It was actually the nagging that some how intensified that alerted her to the fact that he was much closer than he had been before. He was making his way towards her, nearing the area she had claimed as her own. <br><br>He was there<br><br>Get the blood that was all she really needed wasn’t it? All she wanted was his blood. She didn’t need anything else, she didn’t need him. Surly she could lure him. She was a woman, more importantly she was a temptress, if she had not been born with the seductive intuition she had surly tapped into it the moment she had been bitten. She could lull him. It was a part of who she was, and Cora was sure he would know she was trying to seduce him for his blood but would he expect her to drain him of almost all of it and then leave him to die? <br><br>A plan, a plan<br><br>The voice in her head sung that little tune over and over. A smile curled on her lips even in her pain. What would be the best course of action? Tears….yes they could work. She could make him think she was so crazy with need, with the hunger, that she would beg him for it and do whatever he wanted. <br><br>She knew what he wanted. He had all but hinted at the very thing when they were inside the restaurant. The elder would get what he wanted alright, but at what price? Cora didn’t know she could be so vindictive, so lustful simply for power, for a taste of blood. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Touch Of Midnight [Nariel &amp; Akioth]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>15-09-2006, 22:21:11</strong>
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				He opened the door and quietly shut it behind him, eyeing the furnishing of the room before him with a smile. This was her domain. All vampires have them. A place where the familiar grants them a certain...power. His manor in italy had been his home for almost half a century, the land it rested upon for almost three hundred years. The one that he'd bought nearby less than a year. Here she had the natural element. But he was fairly cofident that his years would more than make up for it....<br><br><em>Come here....</em><br><br>Was what his mind demanded of her, and as if she needed the incentive he pricked his own finger letting a drop of blood carelessly fall on the floor. She'd sense it. He knew she would. She'd be hypersensitive to anything right now, he could sense her hunger. The cocky Vamp smirked and waited his black attire matching the shadows the room cast.....<br><br><em>Soon....</em><br><br>Was the promise that would echo on her mind...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Touch Of Midnight [Nariel &amp; Akioth]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nariel</strong> on <strong>18-09-2006, 18:34:05</strong>
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				He was there, and she could smell him. She hungered for him. He commanded and she went. It was amazing how a simple word could turn her into a puppet to be ordered, but she could not resist him. And, to ensure that she didn’t he mingled the scent of his blood and she knew she was lost. Cora made her way from the bed and towards the scent. What had she planned? She couldn’t remember, it had been a sound plan, a good plan. <br><br>The scent of his blood wiped it all away and all she could remember was the taste of him. Dripping, pouring, flowing down her throat and into her body becoming apart of her. Her senses were heightened, more so than they had ever been, she could smell him feel his own need to have her sucking on him. A shiver coursed through her. <br><br>Cora spotted him, his promise rang through her head like a bell that ran for the world to hear. Her world was centered around this very moment and she knew nothing else but this moment. Cora moved towards the man that was hidden in the shadows. She moved towards the spilling of blood, the sound of it echoed across the carpet and burned her ear. It was such a waste to see such blood go to unused. Her movements might have seemed slow but they were quick and fluid. She reached his side before the next drop could fall from his finger. Her tongue darted out to rub against his finger. The very finger that was to be used as a tool to lure her. She didn’t care the reason behind it, she only wanted the scent and the taste the power of it to run through her blood. It was addictive. He would know that she was a slave for the taste. It was as he planned, he broke down her defenses without much of a struggle. <br><br>The sound of her sucking his finger in the heat of her mouth echoed around the room. Her fangs drew until they brushed across her bottom lip nearly pricking it before she rolled her lip back. She scraped her fangs against his skin, taking in the scent of him, the tangy taste of what was male. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Touch Of Midnight [Nariel &amp; Akioth]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>18-09-2006, 22:55:17</strong>
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				His blue eyes seemed to glow as she walked across the room, reflecting what little light there was and making him see well enough that it might as well have been day. She was a creature of elegance. A breed all her own. A ancient creature trapped in a new body. Her mind, her thoughts were of a new age. Yet the power and grace she exhibited were of a time long ago past. Yet the dance of their kind would never change, and that was no more obvious to him than when she appeared and her own eyes drew to his finger. <br><br>His Ears could sense the quickend breath, her fangs extending to their hunting length, her body's soft footsteps upon the floor. And than soon enough she was at his side. Cora had latched upon his finger predicably, like a babe taking her first meal. He closed his eyes and took the simple pleasure of her on his finer with a smile of a hunter who's prey was caught. And he was even more pleased with the fact she didn't bite him. Whether by instinct or by her unconcious mind....she knew that wasn't smart. That pleased him very much indeed....<br><br>He let her feed for a little while before taking his finger away and placing it against his thumb, stopping the bleeding. "Enough for now...." He said politely his blue eyes watching her. The master knew his slave better than she did. Knew why she was a slave, how to manipulate the trigger of her slavery. So on and so forth...."Go forth to your bedchambers.....where you shall...entertain for your food..." He smiled as thoughts of her dancing entered his and her mind....and the dancing she did was most...provactive....he didn't ask her...he merely walked past her and into her private room....wondering if that little taste would be enough...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Touch Of Midnight [Nariel &amp; Akioth]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nariel</strong> on <strong>27-09-2006, 20:44:52</strong>
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				She frowned as she looked up at him. Her lips were stained red, even though the hunger was sedated, there was still something lingering. It was a hunger, something else that often came after she had fed. She usually was able to maintain herself but his blood and her need had been too strong. Lust, that was the hunger that had sprung from deep within her. Looking at him she found herself following his orders without a thought to it. Cora was standing in her room before she could battle with him. <br><br>Now that she had fed she was no longer under his spell as much as she had been. She was disgusted with herself. Here she had forgotten her plan. Now she was standing in her room with a budding fever between her thighs. Her breathing was labored and she recalled the moments before when she had clung to him so willingly. Sucking from him his very essence, it was sweet. The tangy taste of him still lingered in her mouth and his scent clung to her lip and nose. It was like he was right under her how strong was his scent before her nose. <br><br>“ What do you want?” <br><br>Her voice was a whispered demand. She knew what he wanted however; there was no need for her to ask that question.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Touch Of Midnight [Nariel &amp; Akioth]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>03-10-2006, 22:38:12</strong>
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				His eyes drifted over to her, those daring blue orbs striking in their power. He held no fear of her. And her little "demand" made him grin. "What I want is a apt question, I want you over me, under me, around me. Your head thrown back in pleasure and your voice ringing threw your home." Even as he spoke he let his mind drift into hers, Giving her images that would surely do nothing to quench that heat between her thighs. If anything in fact it would increase with a vengance....<br><br>"But Before that...I want you to dance. As a patroness of the Arts I'm quite sure you can fulfill me desire my dear. Dance for me, make my blood boil. Tempt me....provoke me..." His voice was dark and passionate, filled with a desire that echoed her own....he was as she....a vampire at heart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Touch Of Midnight [Nariel &amp; Akioth]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nariel</strong> on <strong>11-10-2006, 20:43:01</strong>
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				&nbsp;His words, they made her feel things she should not have felt. Under, over and around him, yes she wanted that too. Her breathing was erratic. He was saying the things that she wanted but that she would never have admitted to. Her head thrown back and her cries echoing around the room of her house, yes she could hear them. She squirmed her legs moving one over the other. It was like he was taking the very images out of her head and making her acknowledge they were there in the first place. <br><br>Images, they flooded her mind, him over her pushing inside of her. The look in her eyes was wild and she could see herself like that. She wanted to be like that. The hunger that had budded in her was spreading as aptly as a wild fire. Her chest pushed against her clothes and her breast rose sharply with each release of air from with in. She was egger, very egger for the things he was saying to her. She wanted them, because they were as much a part of her thoughts as they were his. <br><br>Dance for me<br><br>Surly he wasn’t serious. <br><br><br>He was, she could see it in his eyes however. Cora was beyond denying him, she wanted him and she knew he wanted her. The images he placed in her mind was proof of that. The dress she was wearing clung to her body, and Cora had watched enough dance shows to know just which movements were erotic enough to make him loose control. <br><br>Stepping away from him she turned her back to him and began to sway. Her hips began moving subtly from one side to the other. Her hands above her head began to cross in front of each other, back and forth and back and forth as her hips moved seductively dipping and rising to the tune that was playing in her head. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Touch Of Midnight [Nariel &amp; Akioth]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>12-10-2006, 19:27:11</strong>
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				The vampire's blood was nearly always cool, a nasty side effect of nature....but also one of the reasons they aged very slowly. However a vampires blood could boil. And His was already at that point. He could feel it as surely as he could see the look in her eyes, hear the blood rush through her veins, hear the rapidness of her breath, smell the scent wafting from between her legs. it was intoxicating. In fact it was downright unfair, but he loved every minute of it, loved the way he forced himself not to go over force her down and take her for all it was worth....yet he withheld. Making himself save control, making her dance, making her use her gifts. While she couldn't force him to do a damn thing with her vampiric gifts he knew she could....try and persuade him. The way all vampires seduce humans could be used on their kin. And on Vampires like her...well he could make her do what he wanted as he had shown, but vice versa? She could make it very hard for him to ignore her....as if that wasn't hard enough as it was. <br><br>For now he watched as her hips moved, her body swayed, how her breasts strained against the fabric of her clothing....he took a sharp intake of breath his eyes feasting. He wanted her badly, yet he withheld....not yet. He had to make her try harder than this, he wanted his body to move of it's own will, he wanted the rush of that primal urge.....his mind was free to her for now, the thoughts rampaging about ancient, blood, sex, power, control, seduction it flooded through her, consumed her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Touch Of Midnight [Nariel &amp; Akioth]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nariel</strong> on <strong>23-10-2006, 16:35:08</strong>
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				Her eyes were already heavy with the lust that had been boiling her blood since the moment she felt him in her apartment. The taste of his blood only increased her pleasure and now the movement of her body was doing the same. Her thighs were brushing against each other as she moved. The roll of her waist and the sway of her hips, dipping low and surging forward, it was driving her further up the wall. The walls of her clit were laced with the sweet creamy moisture and every time she moved they brushed against each other, making her pulse more pronounced between her thighs. <br><br>Cora fell to her knees. She crawled toward him. Swaying to the left she lowered her head close to his feet even as her hips moved as she dipped her waist. It was almost as if she were on top of someone riding him purposely sure, sturdy movements that were meant to tease. <br><br>When she was panted before him she nudged his calf with her nose and then moved upward. Her face against his knee, and then his thigh, she nibbled the inside of his leg even while she rubbed her breast against him.&nbsp; Her hands she kept to her side as she pulled herself into a kneeling position before him. Her nose was no longer on his thigh and it was not the inside of his pants she was nibbling. Cora had become bold. Her lust made her beyond thinking reason. The heat between her legs surged her on for something more. She needed something more. <br><br>Her mouth brushed over his cock. She opened her lips wide and closed them over him. Her tongue darted out and brushed across the cloth of his pants. She lapped him until there was a wet spot remaining where her mouth was. Cora swirled away from him and she surged up against his body. She brushed her breast against his chest pushing the very heat of her against him. <br><br>“ Now……what do you want now?” <br><br>It wasn’t a demand; even though she intended it to be. It came out more as a plea, what more did he want. How else could she please him right now? She needed to please him to reach or gain her own pleasure. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Touch Of Midnight [Nariel &amp; Akioth]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>01-11-2006, 21:30:00</strong>
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				He watched her with Lust, felt her body pulse around him, saw the need burn in her eyes. The way she had moved, the smell of her body, the feel of her mouth through his pants as she had suckled on him. She was a present to himself beyound all reason. He knew she would do his bidding. All he had to do was ask. He thought back, to her body, to how the thin fabric of her dress merely excited him more than her being nude probably could have. The teasing, the revealing. It was all simply too much. She didn't need to hear an order when she looked into his eyes. The Fire that burned their said it all. <br><br>The Bed.<br><br>When she got off him he quickly undressed her, using her mental talents through his mind. His clothes were quickly shed off as well and he let her know his intent with a vampiric hiss. He walked calmly to the bed before turning, grabbing her with one impossibly strong arm and throwing her to the bed. "Your body....." Was his reply as he towered over her...obviously getting ready to take her for his own.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Touch Of Midnight [Nariel &amp; Akioth]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nariel</strong> on <strong>06-11-2006, 17:57:21</strong>
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				Her question was answered, even though he did not speak. Everything in his body told her their next spot was to be the bed. Even while she feared it she was excited as well. Part of her rebelled, but the other parts of her, the ones that were in control urged her on. She knew this night there would be no escape from the things that were planted in his mind and in her own. <br><br>Her clothes fell to the ground. She had not even been prepared for it, all she felt was the chill from the air condition brush against her skin. Usually she did not feel any change in her body, but the heat came from her hunger. His clothes followed the path of her own. Then his arm was around her waist and she was tossed on the bed. Cora bounced twice before she settled down on the bed. There was no time for her to roll over he was upon her before the thought even entered her mind. <br><br>The contact of his skin on her own had her body constricting and then surging towards his own. Her breast strained up towards him and her legs fell open to allow him to find his place against her heat. The very core of her surged up against his stomach, Cora’s body was hungry for him and she could not contain that. He had turned her into some lustful creature, someone she was not use to. Someone she had not been introduced to but was obviously apart of who she was. <br><br>Cora couldn’t believe this was her, taking in, basking in the scent of a man above her. The feel of his firm hard skin excited her and held her in awe. He was so much different from her. The contrast in their skin was something she should have expected but even with that she was enthralled. <br><br>She was not sure if she was to put her lips on his own. If there was one thing she knew, it was that he was in control. It was what he wanted, all she was there to do was to please him. She could only hope that she received pleasure, from what she was experiencing now she was sure he would please her. <br><br>When she had her mouth on him she could feel his pleasure. Cora could see the images that he sent and she knew he had gained pleasure from her mouth there. She wondered how much more pleasure she could give him if she took him into the heat of his mouth. The thought of it had liquid pooling between her legs to soak the inside of her thigh. <br>
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