(Done)Walking in the rain-Ireland-(Mature Content)

[morgandubhbraon]

A solitary figure paced his way down the nearly deserted streets of a nondescript city called Donegal. It was located in County Donegal and just off Donegal Bay; how creative. The streets were paved with cobblestones and more horsecarts and goats trod here than did automobiles. The houses were flintrock and feldspar and thatched roofs were the norm, not the exception. There were buildings which towered over the squat dwellings, churches and important places for meetings and civic establishments; and the ubiquitous pub or two of course.

The whole city was settled in a haze of mist from the ever present rain; today it seemed to spring up from the ground as well as fall from the sky and the two masses of dampness met those who were unfortunate, or stupid, enough to be out this evening in the middle. There was no thunder to make it feel ominous, or lightening to put on a pretty show; it was just wet.

The man's shoulders were slumped against the onslaught of precipitation and his "waterproof" jacket was soaked through; even his t-shirt was drenched to his skin. His bluejeans were plastered to his legs and showed off the definition of a slender build, slightly muscular and almost too thin. He scowled up at the sky with bright blue eyes which were like pinpoints of light in the gloom of the darkened sky. His hair was a sheet of slick black and plastered to his head and hung in dank wedges across his face. He had given up trying to keep it out of his eyes about an hour ago.

His boots sloshed through the puddles that covered even the so called sidewalk and made wet slapping sounds which punctuated the night like cannon fire booming with every step. The city slumbered for the most part, it was rare that Morgan saw anyone out at this time of night. But this was when Morgan liked to walk, to just be alone and roam like a ghost in the darkness. He was a horrible insomniac and this was when he haunted the City.

He was alone, and he would be the last to admit that he was lonely, even to himself. So to pass the time he would trek out of the Castle and trudge the miles through the braken and underbrush until he came to the winding road and wound up here; always here in Donegal. Perhaps tonight his trip would be worthwhile, he thought as he stood in front of a nondescript stone building and glared at the wooden door.

He really did not want to while away another night nursing a tankard in the darkness of this pub, but his choices were limited in his homeland. He cast his gaze over the sleeping city once more, even now in the almost total darkness of night the pervasive green of the Emerals Isle could clearly be discerned. He sighed and a waft of "Danny boy" blew to him on the breeze. Was it real or imagined he did not know. He leaned against the building and closed his eyes to listen to the lilting mournful dirge.

[mattiga]

A young man walked slowly through the quiet town. Evey few feet he'd stop and look behind him as if he were being fallowed. His white jacket hood was pulled up over his head and low over his ashen grey eyes. His black tank-top could be seen through the drenched jacket and his pants were splattered with giant rain blobs. His sneakers had long ago absorbed more than their fair share of water and as we walked they seems to gurgle with each new amount of applied pressure.

The man looked up at the sky squinting into the rain. He grimaced and shivered before taking off at a run from a nearby building that seemed, if possible, inviting. He could hear music and people but he didn't see any welcoming glows from windows or any other such reminders of a social gathering from inside. he stopped a few meters away and leaned down with his hands on his knees to catch his breath. He looked up and below his hood surveying the streets through the rainy mist that hung in the air. He frowned at the view. Nothing but greys and blacks all sloshing together.

He couldn't even really make out the edges of building from the background. he squinted and thought that he could just make out a figure leaning against the building he had been running for. He stood up and started to approach slowly. He looked over his shoulder once more before running across the street. He ducked behind another building and peered around the corner at the figure that was somewhat more visible now. he wished he had worn something darker. he was sure the figure, whoever it was, could see hit white hood clearly in this bleak landscape.

He quickly ducked back behind the building and thought for a few minuets. perhaps this was a bad idea. He really felt out of place. he was used to city life. He hated this eerie quietness and longed for the company of people around him, but something about this whole territory seemed off to him. perhaps it was a bad idea to come here. Perhaps it wouldn't be good to enter the building..even if there were people. This place seemed un-city-like and the people probably weren't what he would call, his type. He slumped against the wall for a few more moments before peeking around the corner again waiting for something to happen to make him want to go into the building to investigate.

[within7temptation]

Her voice rang out through the dreary night as she made her way through the emptied streets. Tonight's attire consisted of a black corset of velvet with purple roses, a low back and v-neck with a lace-up back. Her pants were black skinnies and tucked neatly into black lether stilletoes that almost touched her knees. Her long curles of coppery silk were braided tonight and out of her way, save for the stray locks that stuck to her face. The rain had not bothered her so far, even though her already very tight clothing now stuck to her beautifully curved form in a rather uncomfortable fashion.
As for her voice, a warm tone. Almost a saprano, though a little too low for the average saprano's comfort. No, she was a Second Saprano, to be sure. And it was this red haired woman of ageless grace that sang "Danny Boy" tonight. Funny how all of her memories of Ireland had flooded back to her just as she had begun to sing. Memories from six hundred and sixty-seven years ago. Memories that had no relevance this night.
No, she was looking for someone. Someone special. She had met him at a masquerade, and had begun to miss him in the past three or four weeks. So she had found out where he was at the time and had followed.
Duskarie felt that she was getting close, when a bit of white caught her eyes. They were their same silvery blue at the moment, but a little more silver than blue. She stopped in the midle of the street, silent, as she watched the human in the white hoodie.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan opened his eyes slowly as the music stopped abruptly, It was a mournful song, and yet he loved it, it was all that Ireland was to him: love and loss and strength. He looked through the mist to try to find the music, and the cause of it as well. He could note its direction, and he knew it had been real, not just some ghostly sound in the night air. There had been something familiar about the melody and it pulled him to know who had been singing.

He pushed away from the building in one deft movement and fluidly glided down the street. Here in Ireland he was himself, confident and a strong son of the moor. His eyes noticed the figure crouching beside the building, stark white in the dark of night. He dismissed it almost immediately, too masculine to have been the owner of the haunting voice. But there, his eyes detected the slight silouette in the shadows.

His mind travelled back in time to the Ball in London. He had been visiting a friend and had been invited to the dance as a courtesy. He had not been having much fun there until he had chanced to walk in the courtyard and had seen the lovely woman, his Dark Angel. She had danced with him, and it had been magical. He would never forget it.

The figure held herself with the same fluid grace and confidence. There was the same etherial sense about her. He stepped nearer and looked at the figure. "Duskarie?" he inquired of the night air. Her slim figure came into clearer contrast against the night sky, corseted and lovely. Her braided hair bore the same copper hue softly glimmering in the scant moonlight.

How was it possible that the vision of beauty he'd had the privilige of sharing one night with had appeared before him once again. Never one to question fate he stepped closer, confidently he approached her; but he stopped just a foot in front of her. "You're as lovely as you were that night, glowing skin, copper hair glinting in the moonlight. Hello, Duskarie," he said with a confident smile.

[lucyloo]

Lucy wandered down the cobblestone road of Ireland. It had been so long since she was even out of the state of New York, let alone out of the country. click click click of her heels against the wet pavement from the rain. It was a terrible day to wear a dress. Let alone attempt to make it better with a jacket over it. It just made it worse. And it made her feel like an idiot. Oh well. She had just arrived not but three hours earlier to the country. She didn’t have time to change for the weather. Or her intentions on this nights events. She walked slower. She wasn’t worried about anyone trying to subdue her or take advantage of her. Despite her small four foot ten inch body, she had the strength to save herself from any surprise attack. Or any attack that was planned. She turned a corner and ceased the sound of her heels. The atmosphere was all to quiet to be disturbed by anything.

Her electric blue eyes seemed to pierce through the dreariness of the cloudy sky. Her hair was wet and was no longer staying the way she styled it. She lowered her gaze to the road in front of her. It reminded her much of England. The cobblestone roads, the wet scenery, everything brought her thoughts back to where she had been raised. She sighed. Not the right time to think about those things. She started her pace again. Being observant of her surroundings, not by eye, but by other things as well, was needed in this case. She didn’t come here with anyone to accompany her on her journey, so she was left to fend for herself. Something she had grown a custom to in the past years.

She rounded yet another corner and stopped herself from venturing any further. There was a figure slumped against the side of a building peeking around yet another corner at the same time as she was looking at him. How could she tell it was a male? It was too muscular for a woman. And you could see the ‘beater’ through his jacket. She smirked. This would be some entertainment. He had that sense of paranoia about him that made her want to sneak up behind him, as if being a child, and yelling ‘boo!’ She snickered to herself and, in a flash, ran to a neighboring building beside the one the man was looking around. The clicking of her heels disturbing the act.

The sound of singing ceased as soon as Lucy was getting used to it. She pursed her lip and peeked around this building as well. A female figure and another male. Or was it the same one? She smiled at their communication. She walked, silently, to the opposing side of the building. The other male figure was still slumped against the building. She inhaled the foreign air, he was human. This should be fun. She giggled and ran, again in a flash, behind the other side of the same building. She peeked around and tiptoed behind him silently. She tapped the side of his shoulder, keeping a foot away, incase of a reaction attack. “Why so paranoid darling? Something going to bite you?”

ATTIRE

[mattiga]

Matt listened as the singing he heard stopped. He suddenly realized it wasn't coming from the building as he had thought but from someone else. A woman from his gatherings. He watched silently as the figure he had been peering at walked away and was lost to his sights. He sighed softly and frowned. The figure had been a guy. He had only caught a glimpse of the guy's face and could tell that he may have been able to give some type of fun.

At the moment that he decided to pursue the guy, he felt a tap on his shoulder and then heard a female's voice. He froze as he felt the closeness of her and then shuttered at her question. He slowly turned to face the woman and then ll color drained from his face. 'Oh no..the worst type. The ones that make my mind go blank..not good!' He thought silently to himself.

He gulped in air to get his heart rate back to a steady pace from where it had started to rush. After a few seconds of this failing he decided to try another tactic.

Let his instincts take over. A few more seconds passed and nothing happened. he was frozen where he stood. He also noted a slight chilled sweat starting to break out over his forehead and a bead of this icy sweat trickle down his right temple and his cheek to his chin. He bit his lip and waited for something...anything to respond. His legs to start running, his mouth to open and yell, anything would be better than being stuck, frozen looking like he had just seen a ghost. However this was to be his doom or his body was in no mood to give him the joy of any actions other than pure panic. He was stuck, and therefore he was doomed.

[within7temptation]

Oh great gods... She had begun to shake as the pressure in her skull increased. A man was walking towards her... A tall man with the arrogent and fluidic gait of a well raised nobleman. Was it... Colud it really be him? Trully? She could feel her thin pulse beating away within her supposedly dead veins. It was the man she had been searching for.
Frozen in place, with the rain that drenched the world around them going unnoticed. Her eyes deepened to that lovely and clear sapphire blue, though there were stray bits of lighter blue and silver within the dark irises. The vampiress reached up and swiped her unrully bangs out of her face and watched...
"Morgan..." Her voice was even shaking in her excitement. And as the man stopped befor her, she reached up and ran her fingers through his soaked hair. "My Morgan... I've found you." Her laughter was soft and bell-like. The laughter of a woman who has found great relief from her desperation. "I have missed you so much, Morgan. Always thinking of you... I've not been able to sleep for at least a week now. Nor have I been able to eat. Gods, Morgan, I wish that you had never left London."

[lucyloo]

Lucy giggled. She’d never scared someone so much before from when she could remember. She trailed her laugh and sighed. She backed up and stood against the wall. “Don’t be scared. I won’t rip your face off.” yet anyway. Her mind wandered. Her electric blue eyes darted back up to him. He was tall. Well, taller than her anyways. He still had that sense of paranoia around him. What was he originally scared of in the first place? Oh well, it was none of her business. And she really wanted it to keep that way. She wrapped her jacket tighter around herself and placed her hands on her hips.

She stared at the wall a few feet away from her. It was also drenched from the recent rain, and it was even covered by another building. Her mind wandered, to various things. Where could she get a decent meal around here? And no, by that she did not mean the best restaurant. She meant something to help quench her thirst. A real meal. If she was going to stay here for a little over a month, she would need to know the basics of vampire survival out here. Oh well. She’d find a map somewhere. Ask someone for directions, or something.

She darted her eyes to the corner of which he was peering around. She rose slightly from a somewhat slouched position and walked, quietly, over to the corner itself. She peered around it and saw the same woman and man as before. She smiled. Aiden had told her about her. They were in fact cousins, she was the one that changed him before it was too late to do so. She smirked at the thought. He was a feisty one, but he learned from the best. She attempted to remember her name. It kept slipping away at the seams. She shrugged it off. It would come to her sooner or later. She perked up her head and turned back to the male that she had scared. “You know her?”

[mattiga]

Matt shook his head finally able to move. He stood up straight and looked the woman over before composing himself completely. He drew in a shuttered breath and calmed his breathing and pulse. He briefly listened to the questions she had asked and thought for a few moments before answering.

"No, I don't know either. I thought the woman's song was coming from the building over there. I now know I'm wrong. The guy I could hardly make out in the darkness but he caught my interest. I don't know either of them. Now I'm starting to think I won't ever make his acquaintance." Matt kept his voice even and his normal low slightly velvety deep-ness. Not a hint of the former paranoid/horrified expression was left.

He wiped the remaining sweat drops from his forehead and glanced back to the other woman and the guy he had been watching earlier. The woman he tried to hold back a grimace but the guy he couldn't help but stare. His eyes traveled from the guy's feet to his head.

Matt bit his lip as his pulse quickened yet again. The muscular frame, the perfectly carved face, the deep set eyes. The snakebite piercings. Everything was perfect. Yet Matt frowned. He didn't get any hint that this guy could give him what he wanted. His skin started to itch at Matt's expectedness but soon calmed when Matt realized his addiction would have to go unhelped.

He sighed and looked back to the woman that had scared him. He watched as she peered around the corner that he had been peering around just moments before. He noticed she seemed intrigued by the couple in the distance as well, but perhaps for a different reason. He never could tell ho the female mind worked, nor did he ever care to. Females, were far from his main interest in life.

[morgandubhbraon]

The sound of her voice erasied any doubts he might have had. A warm smile crossed his face and he closed the slight distance between them. Her words erased any hint of anxiety or caution from his mind and body. He swept her into his arms like someone drowning taking hold of a life preserver. He crushed his face into her neck and held her.

It was a rare reaction from him, but she had touched the deepest part of him in London, and he too had dispaired from her absence. "I have missed you, M'lady."

He pulled back to hold her at arms length, her pale skin luminous in the barest moonlight. Paler than his own, and lovely; radiant. His eyes drank in her form, the curve of her neck, the slim v of her waist, every detail consumed like an artist who wants to recall every nuance for his artistic creation. Mentally he was comparing the reality to the dream, and finding the reality had left his dreaming wanting. She was more lovely than she had been before.

"My apologies," he began his face falling with the rembrance of his heavy heart at his departing. He had not even been able to say good bye to her properly. "I had to return home..." his voice died off it had been the hardest departure he had ever had to make. Sadder yet because of the nature of his hirried return home.

In London she had not known who he was, he had not cared to, nor had the opportunity to, divulge that he was Lord of Castle Kelly. But here, on his soil he stood tall and proud of his heritage and lineage. His home was ancient, yet had been modernized in a way to hide the upgradings and keep with the soul of the Castle. He had many pleasant rooms where she could rest, and be within close proximity to call upon. This thought lit his eyes and his gaze swept over her again, but lingered this time. Would she stay? Additionally, why was she here, and how had she found him?

He realized he didn't care, not to any of it. She was here, and he held her in his arms. He was happier than he'd been since returning home. The Castle had been empty after the wake, and he'd never been one to sleep well, so his nightly walks had been nothing unusual; however now he had taken to haunting the castle corridors by day too. He wasn't the ghost that should be there, but he was doing a good impression. His eyes turned somber for a moment.

He gazed at her and immediately smiled, and found it felt good. "You have come to my Island, Duskarie. Does that mean I may be able to show you some hospitality?" His eyes were sparkling and his face showed joy, and yet the deeper meaning behind his words was clear in his husky voice. He had no intentions of being anything other than gentlemanly, but he would welcome her into his home with open arms, if she wanted to come. And if not, having her here, in his arms right now, would hol him for many days.

[within7temptation]

A shiver rolled down her spine as a soft moan erupted from her chest. The feel of his body pressed close against her own had brought back an array of memories, both good and sorrowful. That night had been so perfect... The following days had not been. And as she looked up at the man, her eyes darkened to teal and began to water. Even at one arm's length, he was too far away. He had become a drug to her, something she had come to be addicted to after having just one small taste. His eyes captivated her and made her want to do anything he asked of her.
A small nod of her head and the slightest of smiles showed that she had acknowledged both his question, and it's well-hidden meaning, and was more than eager for his "hospitality." All of his emotions rushed through her pale body, each one of them so strong that she was able to catch small bits of his thoughts. Mainly the questions. Would she stay? Only as long as she could; After all, she could always come back. Why was she here? It should have been crystale clear to even a blind man that she was only here for one thing; Her wonderful human, her perfect Morgan. How had she found him? Duskarie was an Immortal of great rank; She could get any one of her kind to find any person she wished and have it done within a matter of a few days.
Slowly, with a light trail of tears running down her cheeks, she moved closer to him again and leaned up to press her soft lips to his own firm ones. Their only night together had be one of fiery passion. Such a strong need was now mixed with a strange longing as she kissed him, her slender arms clutching Morgan around his chest and keeping him close with a strength that was more the humanly, though weak for her kind. Her eyes slid closed as she lost herself.

[lucyloo]

Lucy kept her eyes on the pair as their conversation intensed and as soon as they began to move toward each other, she quick turned away and walked toward the opposing wall. It was none of her business what they were doing, and after all, it was common courtesy to give people their privacy. Even though they were in the middle of a ‘street’. She sighed to herself, It was wonderful to see some people and you could just feel the radiation of their affection toward each other from many feet away.

She peered up at the man she had startled. “I’m sorry love, but I think he’s already got someone.” She didn’t attempt to be droll in any way, shape, or form. She knew how hard it was to see that someone you had interest in liked someone else. She had been shot down a couple of times herself. Even if those times consisted of non-verbal communication.

She focused her eyes on the wall across from her, that the man was standing near. How the bricks just seemed to fall right into place. Like a jigsaw puzzle. She wished that life was like that. Well, the world. But then again she didn’t. If everyone knew what was going to happen, No one would be alive. And no one would be dead. Her mother always used to say to her when she was younger. It was somewhat branded into her mind.

She looked up at him. “Sorry for startling you earlier. I just couldn’t resist.” She chuckled slightly, “I’m Lucy.” She was about to extend a hand to shake but pulled it back before making any wrong move. Some people hated that gesture. While some of the others, preferred it. You could never be too careful with someone.

She didn’t know if he was going to simply shake her hand, or attempt to rip her arm off. After all, he was only human.

[mattiga]

Mattiga looked away from the scene before him and back to the woman who had startled him. He now had complete control over his emotions and sighed softly. He looked to the still dark and threatening sky then back to the woman.

He watched as she turned away as well and then as she greeted him formally. He smiled and extended a hand

"Mattiga...Matt. Pleasure to meet you." He looked at his hand and shrugged and dropped his hand to his side and looked at the ground.

"Formalities are so...boring." He said in a soft whisper before looking back to Lucy. "So, are you from around here? Or just visiting?" He asked with a look of keen interest.

In truth he wasn't particularly interested he just needed something to get a conversation going. He was bored and feeling slightly irritated. Things weren't going as he had planned and his skin was starting to crawl again.

He rubbed his left arm rapidly creating a nice burning friction that calmed the skin slightly. A slight sweat was starting to form on his brow and he wiped it away quickly. He was loosing control of his emotions and he feared Lucy would be able to tell. He bit his lip slightly willing his feet to stay planted on the ground and not sprint away. he knew he was fighting a loosing battle but he also knew it would be awkward to just run right after asking a question.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan more than understood the look in her eyes as she pressed closer to him. She nodded gently and smiled ever so slightly. When she shifted into his body and pressed her lips against his he sighed. He could feel the slight wetness on her cheeks. Without wasting a moment he pulled her into his arms and crushed her to his wet body; he could barely recall when he had ever felt something that fit so perfectly in his arms. She was so light it was like carrying nothing and he moved swiftly to the lee at the side of the building to think about it.

He knew he could carry her home easily, he was in the prime of his life and healthy as any young Irishman could be. He cast a glance around and he couldn't see anyone in the deserted street he made a split decision. "Let's go home, Love," he said softly and rounded back down the street the way he'd come with his prize tucked safely to his chest. He crushed his lips to hers once again before rounding the trail and easily traversing the mile that lead home.

For the first time in weeks his expression was jovial and he had a gentle smile on his face. It took him no time to reach the gates of Castle Kelly. He had left the intricately wrought Iron gate askew wrecking the symmetry of the Family crest when he had left, and now he was glad for it. He slipped through like a shadow and moved like the wind to the Great doors. His expression held a hooded smile and he thought of how this felt to him, carrying a beautiful woman across his thresh hold. A dark shadow crossed his features as he was saddened by the thought that should he marry now there were none to bear his witness. He would have to explain that he had been forced to leave her side so abruptly because he had received word that his Mother had been in a terrible accident on her latest dig site and wasn't expected to make it.

He forced that thought clear out of his mind and concentrated on the beautiful woman in his arms. He was home and she was here, for however long she could stay. He set her down gently and pulled her so closely he could no longer tell where he left off and she began. Tonight he desperately needed to lose himself in her Dark charms. There was urgency and a need so desperate it was basal and honest as he kissed her again. He set her down, and traced a finger along her rain slicked collarbone. He ripped his sodden jacket off and tossed it carelessly on the floor inside the door. He knew he needed no words to be said as he lead her to his suite he lifted her back into his arms and stepped up the curved marble stairs that way not breaking the long heated kiss. When he released her this time it was to slip the door shut. He needed no lock on his door as there were only the servants and they knew not to bother him when it was shut.

He leaned closer and whispered, this time it's my turn to undress you, my beauty. His lips found hers again and his fingers found the strings of her corset. He was able to loosen it and it fell to the floor with a muffled thud. He pulled his own shirt off breaking contact only long enough to slip it over his head. His boots were quick work to remove also and he pulled back to gaze at the barebreasted beauty before him.

[within7temptation]

It had been such a long time scince she had felt so safe. Coming from a woman who hated it when her feet were not touching something that could easily hold her weight, feeling safe while being carried over a mile of land was a very big deal. She kept her eyes closed and her face burried in Morgan's shoulder as he made short work of the mile. She didn't lift her head until they were near the castle.
The Kelly insigna was halved, but she knew it almost as well as she knew her own two joined symbols. 'His family is almost as old as my own.' she thought and looked back over their shoulders to watch the symbole at the top of the large gate until they were safely inside with the door secured behind them. She had caught the dark depression that had slid through him for just a moment before being replaced by passion once again.
She whimpered slightly as she was lifted off the ground again and carried up the stairs and placed on the floor in the man's room. His husky voice raised chill bumps all over her pale flesh and made her heart flutter. The chilled and moist air was only mildly shocking to her as it caressed her instantly bare flesh. Duskarie's body reacted without hesitation.
She lifted first her left foot behind her to undo the lacing and zipper of her boot and let it fall off, then her right. She had amazing balance in the thin-heeled stilletoes. Her anklet stockings came of afterwards.
Her mind began to race again as she pressed her lips to his jaw and trailed lower until her mouth was just above the top of his pants. The tip of her tounge and her lengthened fangs teased at his skin before she kissed back up to his pulse. He needed to know exactly what she was. Who she was. He deserved to know exactly what kind of danger he was in when he was with her. But how could she tell him? Duskarie looked up into Morgan's eyes, her own orbs turning to a dark and stormy gray with just a hint of blue. It would wait. Let him enjoy the bliss of her pretended mortality for one more night before she was forced to scare him shitless.