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Post by william on Dec 21, 2006 9:17:21 GMT -5
Trailing Back In Time… [/u][/center] OOC: Please Don’t Spam This Thread! Thank You! =) The year was 1815, fast approaching the Industrial revolution of the 19th century - if only man himself understood the damage he’d cause by creating these mass burning mechanical blunder busters, wreaking havoc and destruction to the poor Earth it’s self… Let alone their own kind, humans, suffering from war, torture and smog filled lungs by creations only Hell could conjure up… William was a young vampire, eternal beauty of a twenty-one year old handsome war veteran who was once within Wellington’s stallion of men, fighting against Napoleon’s stubborn soldiers on the frontlines. Technically, William was Thirty-one now, a ten year rein as a vampire - hadn’t changed him much… Surprisingly? Any other male with the world at their feet and the wind to their back, granted such powers of strength, speed, immortality would’ve been hollowing terror in all places - power hungry for destruction! But, William was different… He didn’t lustfully quench death or destruction, sometimes it was a wonder he fed at all! He still adored the fresh baked bread and strong bitter ale, like any man or woman in this time would cherish, perhaps he’d spent too much time around humans, his Sire left him after a matter of years - a strange chap to say the least. Maybe William’s sire left him, because of this? He must admit, he never did properly kill his victims or understand what a Vampire was… All the curious child like questions and arguments with his Sire, merely drove him away? Who knows. The sudden noise of laughter awoke William from his daydreaming state, deep thought, sending a shudder up his slender spine, making him shuffle within his seat uncomfortably - he couldn’t believe the English had done it either! Wellington had beat Napoleon this very day, upon the fields of Waterloo - just when he was starting to like the French… The pub was littered with mongrel English Soldiers celebrating, more thankful they lived out the campaign of this war, rather than the English beating the French mass invasion. The dormant smell of smoke, ale and dampness engulfed the large wooden Tavern, even throughout the whole of the noise, William could still hear the pattering of the heavy rain upon the window’s surface. Ironically, bad English weather helped Wellington win the war, rumours of the rain moistening and drowning the field’s into slurries of mud and filth, stopped the French within their tracks… “eh…” William lastly sighed out with a distant look to his features, as he watched the celebrating ex ‘English‘-comrades take a dance and cheerfully boast their rifle skills, to how many French died at their hands… Pathetic… William thought quietly to himself. |
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Post by blackheart on Dec 21, 2006 19:40:08 GMT -5
ooc: Mind if I join?
The russel of a dress and the smell of the purfume came drifting in. The purple pools dancing across each man. The pub was filled tonight. The normal sized bust of the woman showed lightly in the dress. It was tight against the ribs and the tips keep flowing. The dark locks were held up and some stray hairs excaped the bun and framed her face. The normal creamy skin and the purple pools.
The dress was lavender. To bring out the color of her pools. Many men ordered more beer. A good battle she guessed. It was hard to keep up with the fighting lately. It had soon bored her of such death. Under her own hands only a few humans have died. They died quickly and she felt horrible for doing so. Her sire was her husband. He taught her what she knows.
Then the horrible night went through her mind. It made her shutter to think of it. Even if it was 200 some years ago, it still felt fresh. A hand wrapped around her arm. It flew back when it felt her cold skin. She smiled sweetly and asked what he wanted. He was too drunk to remember it so he asked for some whisky. Elzira nodded and went back to the bar.
Then it hit her. The purple pools spotted the person who sha had smelt. The only other vampire in the pub. It had been awhile since she had seen one. It took her awhile to get that he might still be young. For Elzira herself was quite old. For she was born in the 1500's. Now it was 1815. My how time flies.
The violet dress ruffled as she hurried and got the man some whisky. She then made her way over to the only other vampire in the place. She placed her hand on his shoulder lightly. For his back was toward her. She then used her softest voice. "Feeding off the battle field are we young one?" The honey coated voice still drifted slightly. Yet, in the pub people were too drunk to really understand it. The purple pools boring into his back.
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Post by william on Dec 22, 2006 14:32:53 GMT -5
William was trying to amuse himself, happiness was a strange word to him now, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d ever been happy… Okay, that was a lie, he could think of happy times, but only when he was mortal - within ten years, he couldn’t really pluck up any memories of ever being happy as this, vampire? He was amused and eager at first about the whole, immortal, super strength, night creature stuff: Sadly, like everything, it wears off - as well as all the little catches in between…
A hard sigh left his moist firm lips, as his index finger ran down the oak bar-top surface idly. His finger trailed around a few dry drink stains, before a quick flick to his finger, knocking a random crumb of food from off the bar-top. This place was boring William utterly, even though it happened to be largely packed with ecstatic soldiers and various other Englishmen - awaiting their return home from France. The war was over, after all.
Suddenly his shoulder tensed, almost like a reflex to the sudden touch on him, but somehow, he could decipherer the difference in the touch - it was a eerie touch, that made him shiver deep down inside. Then, the voice bellowed down the back of his neck, that soft womanly tone, filled with insinuation, did she know who he was!? What he was!? Surely not… He’d never met another vampire before, the only vampire he was ever acquainted with - was his Sire, the man who salvaged his life from the brink of death.
William’s body shifted quite quickly, a burning excitement inside his stomach as he ruggedly turned to look at the beautiful woman before him. Her complexion was soft, pale, but extremely magnificent - particularly those deep purple eyes, that already had the Young William’s jaw dropping slightly. “I…I…I” he hesitantly slurred out, glancing down her body with the corner of his eye, unsure to whether she was one of his kind too? He was very inexperienced, he didn’t even know the scent of another Vampire, but his intuition thankfully told him otherwise - she had to be.
“I, guess you could say that” he said innocently in reply to her question, at last. William wasn’t able to feed from t he living, it was just something about - killing another mortal, he had this overwhelming guilt and sadness overtaken him every time, it was a wonder he was feeding at all. “Are you…” William said all quietly, slanting his head a little, as if to ask ‘Are you a vampire?’ all secretly between them.
He was extremely young and innocent, his hair mid-length (Longish), with natural curls in places. A soft tender curled strand of hair hung from the side of his forehead, flailing over his eye a little - irritably causing him to brush it back. It wouldn’t take many more years, until his whole appearance changed… Little did he know, what the future held.
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Post by blackheart on Dec 22, 2006 17:04:09 GMT -5
The long dark lashes quivered lightly at the sight of anouther. The purple pools covering the childish demon of the night. The quivering velvets keep thier friendly smirk. Working at a pub has it's ups and downs. Not that the language is any different from her hometown. It is the same. The happy times are long gone. The memories of her family have vanished into the night. All she knows is that she has a town outside London that was her fathers. That there is a large mansion in ruins that is hers. Yet, she died with her husband.
Easy to fake your death. With no pulse and able to burn your body without it affecting you down the road. Yet, Elzira hasn't found many vampires lately. They are all either crazy or burst into flames.
Elzira felt the young male's bodice tence up. It made her hand slip from his shoulder. No use scaring the young vampire. The purple pools looked softly into his. The studder of his words made her laugh lightly. The dark locks up and some hairs curling around her face. The purple dress ruffled as she sat down next to him.
"No need to studder. I am Elzira Botticelli. Most know me as Lust around here. Anything I can get you?" She listended to him. Leaning in when his voice got soft. She then removed a small piece of fabric. Leaving exposed the two small punture wounds. The ones her own husband gave her. The cream hand replaced it and she looked at him. "Where is your sire?"
Small talk between vampires always end up them remembering each other forever. For that is what they have, forever. Unless a hunter comes by and shows them what hell is like. Intell that day, they have all the time in the world. [/center] |
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Post by sebastian on Dec 23, 2006 12:22:19 GMT -5
It seemed the English had flooded into France like a plague. They were always such busy-bodies, feeling that the artistic, passionate french couldn't take care of themselves. And if Sebastian had it his way, this time Napoleon would still be storming the battle fields. It was he who brought his dear friend back from Elba, and who had advised him with his almost one thousand years of military expertise. But Sebastian was no fool, he knew when something wouldn't last. He had seen it so many times before.
Slightly bored, without anything of significance to do, Sebastian wandered into one of the many pubs, where he usually snatched some rather unintelligent girl and fed off of her. Some ladies were so easily seduced, and he was grateful for them. An easy meal was always very satisfying.
He rarely found vampires around Paris, but he could smell one or two as he entered the pub. His nose and accute sense led him to a male and a female, who he thought was quite disrespectable. She went by some sinful name, like Lust. But then again, Sebastian wasn't innocent of such a sin. And sins meant little when you were suffering eternal damnation. Or rather enjoying it.
"Hello children," he said, inviting himself into their little rendezvous.
If William was surprised at meeting one vampire, he'd certainly be surprised tonight. He imagined he and the woman were rather unique as far as vampires go. Oh, he loved meeting knew friends.
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Post by william on Dec 23, 2006 15:28:32 GMT -5
OOC: Can we stick by the Posting Order Now Please… So No One gets Ignored due in the Thread (Written out).
~William
~Elzira
~Sebastian
He was thankful when her hand had dropped from off his shoulder, it almost left a strange feeling upon his weighted shoulders, as if they seemed heavier for a moment? Her touch, yet presence seemed utmost strange - perhaps meeting a ‘Female’ Vampire for the first time, was slightly intimidating, yet, peculiar… Heck, meeting another vampire from out of the blue was strange enough! How many more of their kind lurked in the shadows? That only rose more daunting feelings.
William’s ear’s perked a little as he listened intently for once, her name having that strange slur to it, but the nickname in which she branded herself perked a smile upon his lips briefly, chirping a soft laugh, taking a long stern stare at the bite mark in which certified her race, a vampire - but the happy trails soon faded as the curiosity bit her tongue and she pondered where his ‘Sire’ was.
A slight twitch angrily emitted from the corner of his eye as he gritted his teeth to look away slightly, sitting up straight to strut his stern posture, mumbling somewhat to himself “You tell me…” Obviously the subject of Sire’s didn’t take his taste too greatly, William wasn’t even sure anymore, whether to hate or thank the so called ‘man’ who made him this way. So far, he felt like he was leading a cursed abandonment from the rest of the world - the real living world.
Suddenly, William’s hazel eyes strutted sharply to the young male who invited himself within the small circle, branding them as Children? Was he acquainted with the female perhaps? Either way, he found it incredibly rude - Not from the personal invite, but being called a child.
“Heh...” William slipped out, narrowing his eyes slightly to pick up that familiar scent again, was he another vampire? Without thinking, young William jumped the gun and curiously probed the new male’s mind “Another Damned Soul?” he curiously asked, grinning to himself for a moment. William was indeed young, perhaps more Human than Vampire? A soft coil of his fingers brushing back the loose strands to his mid length hair, that still irritably dwelled at his face now and again.
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Post by blackheart on Dec 25, 2006 11:38:27 GMT -5
The heavy scent of vampire drifted to her nose. It might have to do with the vampire sitting next to her. The way he spoke when she spoke of sire made the purple pools soften a slight bit. The soft hand wanted to calm him down. Yet, it stayed at her side as she watched him. A soft exhale of fresh breath crept across from her painted velvets. "I can't tell you. He doesn't want you to know."
Then the footsteps of anouther interupted thier chat. The soft growl came from her throat. The purple pools darkening lightly. Then the words made her set off. A quick snap of jowels. Finally she had calmed herself down lightly. She looked at the new man with anger filled pools. "So nice of you to make an enterence. Too bad I eat vampires like you."
The honey dripping words held threats and anger. She then looked back at the younger vampire. The pools lightening to soft purple. She smoothed down her dress and looked back at the rather rude vampire. "Let's show you a desent way to introduce yourself. Just because you are going to be around forever doesn't mean that you can't be a gentlemen." She paused and then let a small smirk spread across her painted velvets. "Hello, my name is Elzira Botticelli. Known around her as Lust. For the meer fact that as what I am, I am irriesitable to humans. Unlike you, I don't use it to feed. I have been going without for more then two hundred years."
The purple pools licked with fire as she spoke. The internal vampire voice talking to them. The voice that humans can't register. If a human were to walk by, they would see three unmortaly good looking people. Elzira with her dark locks. The purple pools. Plum colored dress. Pale soft skin. Equally as beautiful as the two by her. [/center] |
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Post by sebastian on Dec 27, 2006 13:22:14 GMT -5
Another damned soul? Oh, Sebastian was much more thingyy than that. He wasn't just another damned soul. He was a fantastic one. A damned soul of great magnitude. He was proud of himself for being so old, very proud. He imagined many vampires would have ended their existence after a good five hundred years.
"Yes. You're observant," he said, or rather thought in response to William's mind probing.
"So nice of you to make an entrance. Too bad I eat vampires like you."
Sebastian didn't even try to muffle his laugh. Too bad vampires in general, didn't eat. And he found it quite ironic that the these words were coming from the mouth of someone who never fed. Oh, there was little Sebastian didn't know. He had friends, gossips, sources everywhere. He liked to be in the know. He wasn't sure where she got off with her attitude, by the looks of her she wasn't nearly as old as he, and not much for the eyes. Plain if you asked him.
He imagined people would lust after her somewhat, she had a strange sort of appeal. But he believed she was under a wrong impression. He wasn't that impressed. She seemed plain to the eyes, Sebastian preferred someone much more vivid, fiery.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance," he lied. "Sebastian Lacroix," he introduced.
He could see this encounter would be not very enjoyable. It would be full of Elzira probing at William for anwers, or perhaps her trying to belittle Sebastian in any way possible. Unless you were sick in the...mind, one generally didn't enjoy either scenario. At least the boy looked like he had a good head on his shoulders, full of something other than sex,
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Post by william on Dec 31, 2006 18:24:35 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry! Been Really Busy With Christmas - I Should Be Back On Track Now. =)
William’s hazel eyes glistened from the burning candle lights around the room, the drunken soldiers still rowdy and loud within their state of happiness, going home, no more war - perhaps a small bonus for their ‘fake’ injuries and ‘differing’ loyalty to the Queen of England, serving under England’s rule. Pathetic, he was beginning to thank that mysterious man who cursed him, made him this way, was he so blind to march upon foreign soil and throw his life into the hands of honour!? Soldiers, walking the plank of death.
Strangely, he awaited this moment for ten years, to be honest, William lost count - he wasn’t sure how old he was anymore, no grey hairs, flaws to the skin - wrinkles, dimples, ageing… Nothing… Time had stopped for him, as far as he was concerned, he wasn’t living within this world anymore and technically, he wasn’t. Ironically.
A slight glance took to his eyes as he watched the two elder vampires bitter a slight feud already, a conjunction of slurped words and insinuations - funny enough, it made William smile for the first time in ages. These, THESE were the people he was looking for all this time, other vampires, who he’d imagined to be almighty souls with unbelievable powers at their finger tips, were bluntly no different to him. They didn’t seem all that different than the local folk around him, perhaps his expectations were too great?
Suddenly, his interest took a turn for the worst and a slight smirk rose from his lips, turning on his stool roughly to plant his back to the two vampires, muttering over his shoulder in a glum tone “Words, that’s all you shed…” William wasn’t in the mood tonight anyhow, dead blood in his veins from the corpses on the battlefield - he couldn’t bare the guilt of killing another innocent person and also, the war was over, English had won a false victory… In who’s name?
William’s intentions would’ve earned him a good thump on the chin, arrogance and ignorance in his tone and posture, but deep down, he was entirely confused and let down… He could see these damned souls didn’t have the answers he wanted, but most of all, he was testing their boundaries - perhaps he wanted to see what they were capable of doing?
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Post by blackheart on Dec 31, 2006 21:06:09 GMT -5
Elzira found both of them rather appaling. One was a selfish brat who things he has the whole world by the palm of his hand. Then on the other side a mopping five year old who didn't get his way. She looked over to one of the waitressess. She just shook her head and Elzira's purple pools light up with laughter. She began to laugh.
"Excuse me boys. I can see that I am not needed here. I have people here that would actually like me to work. Instead of chit-chat with you."
She ran her hands over her dress once again. She then directed toward William. "We are a bunch of fools William. Nothing more. We are all the same, in the same bloody boat. We shall all die at the same time too." She then turned her attention toward Sebastion. "Excuse me sir. I didn't get your name."
With those simple words she moved on to behind the counter. Her dress swaying with the rythum of her steps. The other waitressess told her of how fine those men looked. She laughed and told them to hurry off. That those men were nothing but trouble. They sighed and made on thier way. She hurried and got everyone a beer when they needed it. Never once thinking of the men that had brought her to laugh. Never once. [/center] ooc:I am out of the post. |
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Post by sebastian on Jan 14, 2007 21:49:44 GMT -5
As pathetically stereotypical is it sounded, Sebastian was a lover, not a fighter. But when engaged in a battle of wits and words, he was never a gentleman who would back down. Even if his adversary was a lady in every way that could prove her sex.
His fine eyes watched her leave, with a small smirk painted upon his lips. He hoped he'd run into her again, he really did enjoy the slight company he spent with her. He enjoyed challenging women. Not that he saw her as some sort of conquest, no, far from the sort. He was intelligent enough to know that she was indeed not the type to trifle with.
Slightly embarrassed that he let this little war of words get the best of his personality traits, he turned back to William, with an apologetic smile. Oh, pride was indeed a problem, and although Sebastian often exuded it, it wasn't something he really wanted to show. He was a proud man, indeed he had many accomplishments to boast, but vanity was quite unforgivable when making new acquaintances.
Nodding at his coat, and his obvious inner guilt (for Sebastian was a fine at detecting the inner workings of the mind, after much fruitful study,) he shrugged his shoulders.
"You're fighting in the war?" he asked, or rather noted.
"I finished fighting for Napoleon a few, well I twenty or so years accounts as a few, years ago. It's strange, once upon a time such battles pivotal, but now, each is the same. I suppose there is a great deal to fight for, but it's only a matter of choosing what," he stated.
Sebastian imagined, not like most pessimists, there were a great deal of things worth fighting for. Love and happiness, all of those undermined things. But people applied love to the wrong things. Love of a country was great, but not if blood was to be shed. What is a country, besides a great deal of people trapped in some square with not tangible boundaries?
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Post by william on Jan 15, 2007 11:02:22 GMT -5
A lump perched it’s self in William’s throat, mainly out of slight guilt for being so rude - yet, anxious? Of course, William had never met, spoken to another vampire before - apart from the exception of his Sire, he’d never met any others of ‘their’ kind. Perhaps that lump in his throat was formed by fear? He wasn’t quite sure what to expect from these immortal beings… But somehow, he wanted to know… Hence his diverse and ignorant posture he’d so suddenly acquired.
His eyes slithered down to his shoulder, almost looking back with the corner of his eye, listening to the female string up some words about her presence not needed here, yet, barmaids were always needed here - so he thought to himself sarcastically. A smirk broke from his lips as he listened to her words directed at him, her reply to his comment. A soft mumble leaving his lips as he thought about what she said for a brief moment “We’ll all die at the same time too?… How wonderful” he said in a glum tone, highly let down by his first encounters with others alike him - again, his expectations may’ve been too high.
William’s eyes glared upon the bar-top quietly, running his finger idly down the oak stains, thinking to himself, feeling alone once again, but soon caught wisp of the young male who still acquainted him. The jacket gesture made William’s lips firmly coil up Into a smile to himself, glancing down slightly to perk a brow “Observant” he mumbled in reply, keeping his back to the much elder vampire.
Unlike the female, the younger looking (Yet elder) vampire had caught his attention. William’s legs shuffling to the side of his stool as he turned half-heartedly to look at Sebastian with a firm stare “Used Fight for Napoleon…” William said to himself, repeating Sebastian’s words almost, before giving the other male his full attention as he turned to face him directly, a slight tilt in his head beckoning “But now you fight for a new cause” he said quietly, grinning slightly to smirk in gesture “Strange how things work, I mean, if we were faced on the battlefield - we’d be enemies… But now, the curse in which we carry, makes us allies - I find that rather ironic”
William couldn’t come to turns being a vampire, he was more human and mortal than wreck-less and immortal! He looked for answers that would never be found, most probably like any other vampire? “Like you said, it’s only a matter of choosing who you fight for” perhaps he was insinuating his loyalty wasn’t with vampires or maybe he was genuinely replying to his words about the war, either way, it perked a slight mischievous smile on William’s lips.
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