If This Were A Dream... would you want to wake up?

[HIDDEN EVIL]

[atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] This had been the coldest place on earth to man. Or so they say. They could never feel the cold that vampires had within. Sevanni had come here for one reason and one reason alone. To make peace and create some sort of solace in the atmosphere. Retirement was a week away. He had indulged his son with his territory in New York and gave Shaden portions of the more....fulfilling breed of mortals when it came to feeding and dumping the body. Clubs, bars, places where the more clueless of mortals failed to roam. Helena had been taken care of, and that in turn would have kept Damien in check and Shaden happy. The earths surface had been covered in sheer white snow. As if it were posing to take that perfect picture and shed a smile on someones face just by looking at it. The sky seemed so dark and sparkly that it were that of a different color. And what had made it more splendid, had been the Aurora Borealis floating throughout the sky. Too bad he didn't believe in the fates of the Gods. There was a stationed shack just up ahead from the drop off point. He'd trek it a quarter mile so that the weight of the Apache that dropped him off. Such a beautiful piece of machinery. Making it to the door throughout the great amount of snow that had been between him and the door, his gloved hand reached forward as his long black coat trailed just above the lace of the snow. Creaky door, the swift heat that was given from all of the candles lit in the room. It was like a sanctuary of sorts, spotted not but three weeks ago, it had been the perfect place for a night like this. Boots moved over the floor, leaving a trail of slosh over stone. Hands were already removing the gloves and far from the door, letting them come together only to be tucked away in his right side pocket. Fingers nimbly un-nuzzled those buttons so that his form would reveal a burgundy knit sweater and dark blue jeans. The coat moving down over arms only to be dropped over the stone siding of the wall that accompanied the short steps that merged further into the open space. There was an alter with a basin in the center of it, a goblet that seemed far too old to simply rest there in the middle of nowhere. Odd wasn't it? Still, he moved forward the the row of candles, allowing a hand to move forward and take hold of a long match, setting it on fire by the votive candle on the left and moving it to the side to take a light for another. He'd done this each time he entered their temple, and now, he didn't have to face his fate before one more meet. He'd done his part. He did what was asked of him, and now he wanted something back. They knew what it was, but he had never imagined they would ever give it to him. "I did what was asked of me." He spoke out to them as though they were there. No sign yet. "I've sacrificed it all under the time given....." His voice trailed, no signal. Nothing. Then, when he thought there was nothing that would be done, there was a draft that swept through the room, the flames of each candle flickering and threatening to go out. It had been the door. Opening to reveal someone that he hadn't seen in quite a while. His head didn't turn to see what had opened those doors, or who had opened them, he just felt it. Smelled it through the draft that was sent his way. Eyes closed, lids covered hazel grays as he felt himself ache to exhale. Just for once he wanted to breathe again. Just for that second taken. Then Sevanni lifted eyes to flickering flames and dancing shadows, a silhouette there on the wall slightly visible. That was when the scent was stronger, and Sevanni in turn had turned to face that which he had asked for.

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This reserved for someone.

[aubrey]

A soft haunting glow illuminated the large parlor, small wisps of fire danced atop the candles that held their flame, one pale and dainty hand leading fingers to carelessly move back and forth over the soft fabric of the Victorian style lounge that was obtained by a petite figure. Dark brunette hair shone brilliantly, as if some hidden light illuminated from under the thick tresses, golden eyes tinted mischievously as a blood-red pout curled up into a wicked grin before lips pursed together; a delicate sound of tongue clicking against a roof off a mouth, a feminine and slender finger curling up and crooking to match cadence with the slight calling from her mouth. As if she was calling dog.

From the darkest corner of the room a shape emerged and timidly began to move toward her, small and yet husky whimpers calling throughout the room, echoing and only proving to please her more thoroughly. “Good Boy…” spoken in dark seductive tones, a free hand outstretched gracefully; awaiting what she had been longing to obtain.


Adonis had once been beautiful; tall, valiant, strong…everything a male would hope to be-even a putrid disgusting mutt. Hair that was a blend of sun and fire cascaded down past his broad shoulders; skin that had been eternally blessed with an olive hint had once glistened with every movement. Silver eyes flashed with the fury and awe of lightning matched with a hard face that caused women to hold breaths as he moved past them.

The tribe he had emerged from slipped Aubrey’s mind at some point; or perhaps the truth was that she had never cared to pay attention. He had come just as the others had; burning with sole intentions of taking her life. They came more frequently now, but they were easier to dispose of as time grew-passing amusements. Adonis had been…difficult, but as all of her other conquests had proven, his mind and spirit could be broken, and she had taken joy in ruining him. There had been a certain joy in ruining all of them.

Something cold was dropped into her open palm, something balmy, lifeless. “And the rest of him?” Her tone held an authoritative air, one winged brow rising into a inquisitive peak as she stared at the pathetic dog that had once been a magnificent man. Buuurned…..

[/i] It was a husky and pain-filled moan that drew a cruel split of laughter from her throat. Mixed emotions flooded through his dull, grey now more than silver eyes. How delightful it was for her to have someone that both hated her and loved her. How exquisite the satisfaction; knowing that he would do anything she told him too-and yet he still wanted to rip out her throat. Adonis, however would never bring himself to be able to harm her; he would rather kill himself. A low purr of appreciative delight hummed from lips as she slipped the large black topaz ring from the bluish fingers of the hand that she tossed to the floor with a heightened indifference.

Misssstressss…[/i] The growling pleas called out to her, absently she placed her hand lightly against the top of his head and stroked back and forth, admiring the new decoration that glimmered on her hand. Another coven leader was dead, and again Aubrey had been the mind behind it. It had occurred to her sometime ago that not only should the mongrels be punished and persecuted; but other vampires as well. Picking and sorting Aubrey carefully chose them one by one; the ones who were no longer worthy to dance in the night.

Brunette tresses flounced back and forth as her chin pointed up; head flung back; cruel and menacing laughter flooding the parlor as the dancing flames atop the candled suddenly died out.


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I still don't understand why you feel the need to go all the way out there. Particularly all of the sudden...particularly alone.[/i]

Honey eyes lifted lazily to the tall form hidden in shadows. Wicked had proved to still be the single follower that would press her judgment or question her intentions. Her rouge had also been one of her only children to have been pained in such a way that would give him somewhat of a right to the act. Aubrey looked at him now with disinterest and waved her hand as if bored while she thought on the answer.

Finally, with a cruel gleam shining through her honey orbs Aubrey moved so that she was facing him, light from the dancing flames of the hearthen fireplace illuminating her features, firelight dancing against brunette tresses. "What good is his destruction to me if I an unable to bask in his pathetic ruin?" A perfected full pout twitched, ruby lips curling into a manic smirk as golden hues darted back to the flames, satisfied that the remains of a gift long ago received had already burned to nothing.


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"Preparing an alter for me already, my great love?" With a chilling purr the word was hummed out in husky tones, but there was nothing longing for him to grasp ahold of or fall into mistake of meaning. The force behind it was nothing but sheer cruelty; just as was the laughter that hauntingly surfaced from rubied lips.

Aubrey stood; poised. A slender silhouette; petite and yet proud with a calming graceful lack of motion. Golden hues burned fiercely; filled with a darkness that Sevanni himself had helped to implant into her being; something familiar coursing through black veins; charging her with near-forgotten sensations.

Aubrey was filled with a heightened exhilaration. Staring down at him now she knew that no matter what could be said; no matter what act was made: In the end she had won. All she wanted was his verbal proclamation of it. Delicate, pale hands slowly slid down the front of her golden gown; a color that she knew he despised despite how luminous it made her appear; a cold mocking pout as he finally turned to look at her; Honey hues smoldering into hazel grey pools. "Have you missed me, darling?"

Words crooned out in delicate whispers; mocking laughter following as she turned her back to him; denying the privilege to look upon her face; but granting the view of her open and bare shoulders and back. "Did you know that Celtic Priests once worshiped a Goddess that had the power to manipulate the minds and taint the hearts of men?" It was unnoticeable to him; but there was a spark of blackened excitement coiling in her eyes. "She was terrifying and magnificent."

Now her voice had faded to that of a faint whisper. "She played with them; men; other Gods...and when she grew bored she slowly broke them down and left them to their own self-ruin; quickly forgetting them to find something..." Now she turned to him; features so sharp and intense that her eyes glowed black and glowed with an endless need. "Better..." Another bout of menacing laughter danced through the atmosphere; steps leading her toward him. Close. So close.

"I was promised something that I greatly desire to obtain if I agreed to come to this desolate and forsaken 'holy-ground' of sorts. I knew that you had been the one requiring me." Lips curled into a smug, accomplished smirk. "Here I am Sevanni" again deep and husky tones drew out the word in an almost longing-mistaken purr. "What would you have of me?"

One perfectly lacquered nail drew a line down the slender, creamy pale of her neck; show casing the newest gem that had been retrieved from her faithful doggy; a ring of a dead leader. Jean-Claude[/blockquote][/size]

[HIDDEN EVIL]

[atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] "Preparing an alter for me already, my great love?" Perhaps one day in the past he would have done such a thing. Now it would only issue valid with just cause to her demise. How scant she was still. As beautiful as she was, throughout the feelings he still carried, she was as cold as ice and she would forever end up her own lover. "Have you missed me, darling?" He turned his head away from the sideways glance left in her wake in partial. There was no over the shoulder look, but he could make out the edges of her form with clarity before turning away. She was moving about, and now she was deliberately mocking him. Cruel indeed. Fingers etched closer to the candle he had lit. If they enjoyed playing cruel jokes upon him, how much worse could it possibly get? Did she forget about their little one? She hadn't denied him yet the right to see her. If it had been him, he wouldn't have turned her down. "Still bitter little one?" He said it because it would get to her. She was his little one after all huh? She'd been branded with his blood and now, since there was no way to reverse it as he had before to rid her of Xavier's blood, no cure left, she could live her undead and heartless life with him flowing throughout those veins. She would always be with him. "I would have thought that my absence would have made you a bit more happy." He supposed wrong. She had seemed a bit worse. More cold....more.....there was nothing to compare her to than mere ice. Eventually ice melted. This place made perfect use to her natural condition. "Did you know that Celtic Priests once worshiped a Goddess that had the power to manipulate the minds and taint the hearts of men?" Much like her. The female centaur that drove him wild and tainted his hear. A form of Medusa in his wake. A few fingers were tinged over the flame, but when she ended the sentence he had turned finally to face her. He hated that color. She knew it too. Everything toward the end had ended up in things that made him angry. As if it were a sport or hobby to simply piss him off. Reward: A pissed off Sevanni and a smile on her rotten apple mouth. "She was terrifying and magnificent." One such as herself would come to that conclusion. He just didn't buy it. Sevanni stretched the collar portion around his neck. The damn sweater was pretty much close to new and so constricting. He could move closer. No need. Her scent was high and strong in the air. All he could do was look at the back of her. She knew he loved bare shoulders. A bare back. The way those intricate lines laid against flesh, she was pushing her luck towards a strike three. "She played with them; men; other Gods...and when she grew bored she slowly broke them down and left them to their own self-ruin; quickly forgetting them to find something..." Perhaps they weren't so different. She was after all much like that. Before......he had called her a goddess. He had played a key to her unidentified note, only the music faded when she chose to cling to her mortal. Even before then they were growing distant. Aubrey turned toward him. He didn't want to look at her face. He didn't want to see those lips or hear her speak. He missed it too much and hated it at the same time. "Better..." A small swallow was made in the cut of his throat. Not out of fear or nerves, but sheer disappointment. She made strides toward him, getting a bit more close than he had assumed she'd allow. If it hadn't been her, he'd be walking circles around her form in that moment, taunting her just as she was him. "I was promised something that I greatly desire to obtain if I agreed to come to this desolate and forsaken 'holy-ground' of sorts. I knew that you had been the one requiring me." Yes but she would never know why. Not whilst she was acting like a misfit child vampire. As if she were Mallie or Imogine, and even they didn't disrespect him in this way. Boldly he stood facing her. Hazel grays brought up to what should have been honey orbs. "Here I am Sevanni" She was so bold. So insolent. This was why he stopped changing mortals into vampires. Especially the females. They always seemed to go ape shit. As though they couldn't handle the blood that ran through their veins. Her husky tones went noticed, though he would attempt to not get caught in her web of hatred. After all, it wasn't her fault that things had to end up as they had. She believed one thing to be true, while the whole world had been masked, it was he who had to live with the failure and guilt. "What would you have of me?" She was stepping dangerously on grounds that shouldn't have been stood on. He would hold back from touching her. Muster as much time as he could in his response. There is was, he just couldn't let it go. Sevanni had let out the most gentile smile he had within his being. Eyes lowered as his form drifted off to the side and away from her. "Don't touch her....whatever you do don't touch her." His mind was shouting out at him. No, the voices weren't back. He wasn't cursed with that, but he knew the truth in his weakness for the newly crowned Ice Queen. "I used to think of you as such..... A goddess." The sentence faded into wonder before he finished. She would remember. She would never be able to forget. "You ask what would I have of you?" Did she truly want to know? Could she handle it and take it it? Consider the idea and be left with a fifty fifty chance? He couldn't bring himself to that. Not now, not when he was so vaguely over her. Sevanni turned to face her once more, only this time he had been the bold one to approach. He just couldn't stand to be so close to her that fast. He felt as though she were trying to overpower him, and that was exactly what she wanted to do. He was sure of it. "There hasn't been a night that wanes past where I don't wonder about you......" He let it drift off as he kept his eyes away from her own demon spawned hues. "Seeing you now....." He brought eyes up to her and showed a great deal of disappointment. "I would have thought you would have outgrown that horrible phase......." She was far more mellow when they had started off. Now she was cruel. More so than ever before. "No one will ever love you more than I......" A small pause as he looked over skin there at the curve of her neck. Those damn shoulders. She was asking for trouble. "But now all I have is disappointment." He hadn't asked her to be there with him to put her down. But she was showing him more disrespect than he would have liked. Sevanni was not a happy camper.

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[aubrey]

A sense of accomplishment burned through black and cold veins, lighting the cold burning hues that carefully acknowledged his inability to look at her directly. How defeated he seemed, almost enough so to have her wanting to boom in triumph. Sadly, Aubrey knew better; he was merely waiting for the opportunity to fill her with unabashed rage. Standing there, for a moment she inquired within herself if there had even been a moment in which she had truly cared for him even through the vindictive hatred that had began seeding itself when Xavier placed him as his second when that had been her rightful place.

He question remained without thought because his words were interrupting her inner-search. "I used to think of you as such..... A goddess."

[/i] Now the sly grin slowly melted back against lips. Lies. There had never been a moment in which he had truly believed that. Compared her possibly; but Aubrey had never been treated as such. Had he accomplished such a simple favor than things would have played out differently. Aubrey had been treated as a decorative piece, something that he believed he had broken and tamed. Unfortunately for him she was not something to be owned and his own foolish pride had been his downfall. Well, that accompanied with his weakness for women. "You ask what would I have of you?" [/i] Brows rose in cadence with the corner of her mouth, a slight alteration as hands crossed against her chest. “It would be…the polite…thing to do.” Words were crooned gently. He could tell her or not; she had made her appearance and was rightfully getting what she desired either way.

Sevanni turned once again toward her, a challenge whether he was aware of it; one that Aubrey was not going to back down against. Steps were taken, the distance between them even more dissolved and yet he could still only bring himself so close. Perhaps he was afraid of her strike. "There hasn't been a night that wanes past where I don't wonder about you......" [/i] Fancy that. There had been few nights in which he had crossed her mind, how amusing to know that she haunted his mind. How…empowering. "Seeing you now....I would have thought you would have outgrown that horrible phase......." gazing into those dark hues; Aubrey knew that she had already accomplished what she desired too. Nothing pleased her more than for him to look at her with disappointment. It proved that he was flawed and more humane than he believed.

Words moved through his mouth, but they were unheard and unacknowledged. Sevanni had allowed his eyes to linger against the pale curves that she knew he held a fondness for. A weakness shown; an opening was to be taken. Slowly she moved forward, hands moving so that their chests could press against one another without interference, chin tilting to the side as a lacquered nail trailed across the spance of her exposed flesh. “I suppose that it’s a good thing that I hold no care for being loved.” Husky tones smoothed out as her free hand moved gracefully up the length of his arm. “You have me at my most masochistic moment; and you only want to speak of your disappointment?” A thick curtain of dark lace lowered over hues as lips parted to expel a longing sigh.

“For once my love, try being honest.”
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[HIDDEN EVIL]

[atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] “It would be…the polite…thing to do.” It would be wouldn't it? His efforts in being polite with her had failed more than once. In truth, and, it's pretty clear to see that she could possibly agree under all that bitter chill, that Aubrey Mayor would forever be unsatisfied. Alone....miserable and always empty. Just another paper cup in the road that was running on borrowed time before it finally got crushed. She was lucky he knew what he knew and that she had Mallie, otherwise, he'd have a bounty on her head just as fast as Hyde had one on his. Funny, how he would turn rebel just when he and Aubrey were having their differences solved. Still, Sevanni turned to let words shower her once again, though you could tell that her demons were giving her direction to mental and physically torment him further. She just didn't have enough of the old game. Now was the time where not having to breathe came into play. She would know anyway. He had tells just like any other poker player, and she knew some of them. Her chest against his for however she tried to tally up to his score, he stood firmly in his place as if she hadn't sparked his heightened interests. What was she up to? A magician always had something up their sleeve, Aubrey was a full blown witch with powers of her own. What she had to remember, was that she was no longer his, and when they were together, he vowed never to lay a hand on her so long as they were, and now that they weren't, he'd be damned if he let her think she could get away with anything whilst in his presence. “You have me at my most masochistic moment; and you only want to speak of your disappointment?” A single nail drug down over soft flesh and that's when he knew, he knew that she would intimidate his needs and be nothing more than a tease. If he struck her with bearing fangs, it was going to end without so much as a given word she had sought out for so long. Just how much did it mean to her? “For once my love, try being honest.” My love, how easily she used words like that. It was a relationship full of lies on her behalf. Nothing but words thrown together to have up a front. Some sort of G.I. Joe blockade that wouldn't last for too long. Whens he put her hand on his arm, he had lowered eyes to view the act it's self. Pressing up to him had pushed him once, her words about her love urging him on further, and now this? With the arm untouched he had brought it up to let the palm of his hand grasp over the width of her throat, shifting her to his side as he himself side stepped. Candles falling to the floor and giving no more light from it's wicks. He pushed her. Pushed her body down over the stone alter just behind him. Pushing on her throat as he held her down so that he was standing at her side. How sad it was to see her pretty attire ripped to shreds and tossed to the flames. Dirty even. Bloody at the most. She put this upon herself. She knew that his limits could only be tested to an extent. Through gritted teeth words were let loose as his voice was so soft and so gripping. "Being Masochistic was always how I liked you, but I'm afraid those days are over....." This wasn't him being sadistic by tossing her like he had. Oh no, it was just his way of separating himself from her pressing up on him. If anyone was going to do something in a bad way first, they both knew it would be him. "You have no room for love.....I knew it the moment I turned you......the moment you turned back I knew it even more, and the night at the mountains showed me more than I wanted to know." A little faux pas there but nothing he couldn't rub off later. It wasn't as if he'd kill her. Sevanni had only killed one of his little ones, he'd done it right in front of Aubrey before rolling around in Dane's blood that night at the club. Ahhh, the memories. too bad they were nothing but lies. Her lies.

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