Celestiale and Morden <No Post pls>

Morden

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He had taken her by surpise. Her feral attitude to him had stirred something deep inside. It was the hunger. It all ways took him when he felt like this. Her suple legs shining out from under her dress. The hinted curves present but not as yet gawking. He had puller her in here on a whim. She seemed playful enough to follow. When approaching she even let loose a low growl. His eyes barely hiding the need. The boiling desire in him to succle her slowly. Finally with a sigh of relented giving he approached her body. She looked deep in his eyes the playful innocence was there for but a moment more and he snatched it. With speed and need he duh his fangs deep into her soft flesh. The penetrating sensation was wonderful. She swooned under him. His gently minstrations sucking at her soul. She was whirling in a sinking pit of warmth. The joining of her soul to his. Her swooning will evaporating before his monstrous hunger. She felt herself leave her body and enter his. The embrace of his soul wrapped tightly around her changing her. The darkness blinking and brief to give way to a light kiss.
She saw him above her lips on hers. He smiled, in a warm all most caring but not quite way. "Are you ok milady?" he asked in that deep rich voice. "Y-Yes I am..I think" unsure and unsteady she weakly tried to sit up. "Careful you feinted...I am sorry I did not mean to startle you with my kiss. Nor did I certainly not mean to have you feint". The concern in his eyes seemed evident, but no they weren't glowing blue where they?
The man offered a hand and with ease that seemed all most unnatural she was on her feet. "Maybe some air will h-help? I think I should get some", she said as she tried to break his gaze. He took her then to the balcony and out into the night. The cold air shocked her system. The goose bumps rising quickly and the man pulled her tight to him to keep her warm. Though she didn't feel any warmth from him she thought and felt wonderful there. A feeling of safety maybe, kinship? she could not explain it. He kissed her cheek softly. "Better?" His voice quizzical and still resoundingly deep.
 
What had drawn him to her?

Her mind reeled with images of him, images she could not possibly have been present to witness. His comfort was undeniable...and so she pressed herself closer, hiding her eyes in his shoulder. Confusion...murky and deep flooded through her mind, and nothing seemed to help. The night air had only chilled her, volitial waves of electricity, spilling down her feminine form.

"Take me back inside please..." she murmured softly into him. "Perhaps a glass of water..."

She looked up at him, his gaze still upon her. His eyes flashed suddenly, almost as if they had caught the light in an eerie manner.

I'm simply not feeling well...it's my mind playing tricks...surely...
 
With a sweep of his arms, and her they were facing the doorway and walking through. The two walking down the corridor and into the next room. A waitor was walking by by chance and he ordered her a water. Still swaying slightly being held aloft by only his arms he sat her down on a chair where she could regain her composure.
Her vision was slurring from the normal to a sureal world of colour and shifting shades. Trying to focus she could not and kept slipping between the two views.
"The waitor should return soon with your water", his demeanor offering a hint of concern. He stood there looking as if angry that the waitor would dare to take so long.
 
Such strength he possessed...taking on her weight as if she were the lightest of feather's, but she did not dwell upon it long. The world before her was invading...all dizzied and fractural. Closing her eyes only sent her spiraling down, the sounds around her magnified and frightening.

"Did something happen to me earlier...something I cannot remember? I have never felt this way before...I feel lost amidst torrential rainstorm. I cannot think..."

Her eyes searched his face for some semblance of an answer.
 
As you look into his eyes the world shifts. The colours explode out around you. Some cool and come vibrant. The aura of colour around this man was strong and tinged in darkness. You hear foot falls close and getting closer. You sniff the air and smell a musky ordor. In the shifting coloured scheme your eyes behold a moving figure. You are barely able to determine it must bethe waitor. You can hear his heart beating.

"Took long enough lad." the man said in a slightly curt tone. "I am sorry Sir", the boy stammered just before running off with a streak of grey all most black sliding through his aura. You feel something down in the pit of your stomach stir as you watch him leave. Then the man is before you normal and striking as before. "Here drink this, it will help a little", his voice was again smooth and soothing. The water was cold and refreshing. Your senses where still askew though and you needed his help to hold the glass.
 
The question was forgotten as he placed the glass to her lips, and she drank hungrily, hoping for some peace. It wasn't enough, she did feel an aching within and could only relate the feeling with that basic need, but the water did nothing but make her wish to vomit. Her eyes closed tight in protest as she pushed the drink away.

"It is not helping...I don't want it...please, tell me what is happening?" She asked in desperation.

The colors and sounds, scents and images were torture to her senses...all logical thought was leaving. She tried to stand, staggering against the nearest wall.

"I've got to get out of here...it must be this place!"
 
You are caught by the arms of the man watching over you. He ushers you along the hall to the front of the building. As you pass another waitor you brush his sleeve and a poweful surge enters your body. You look back only to see his aura fading around a corner. "Don't worry, everything will be fine", the soothing tone of his voice purring in your mind. You look into his eyes and feel your will give. You are being poured into his car before you know it and the engines is roaring as you exit the parking lot into the street. The blackness of unconcious dreams finds you soon after.
You brush your eyes slowly rising wearily trying to look around the room.
 
The room was velvety-dark as she opened her sleepy eyes, comforting just as his embrace had been.

Him! That man...so striking...his eyes beckoning...was that a just a dream?

She looked deeper into the darkness, wanting to find him there, thinking that if she was truly alone, he must have been a dark figment of her deranged mind...but she wasn't alone.

There he sat, eased back into a small, cushioned chair...watching her. He toyed with a small glass filled with large cubes of ice and a clear liquid, swirling them softly...something to do to pass the time. He smiled through the darkness, welcoming her, and she shivered...trembling almost at the sight of him.

He spoke softly...deliberately...almost whispering as if not to startle her, and she felt her mind tingle at the sounds, easing...relaxing. She tried to form words, but his own came forth to quiet her. She let her head tilt slightly, mesmerized by his voice.
 
"I see you are awake now. You slept quite a while there", A slight hint of amusement and levity touching his voice as he watched her from his chair. He rose from it then and walked to her offering her the drink he was holding. "You look a little weak from your ordeal the other night. I thought it best if I keep an eye on you" the glass is cold and sip it slowly. The liquid running the length of your form in a numbing wave, it was so cold. You stir more ot the surface of reality and realize you are naked under a thin sheet. "I took the liberty of having your clothes cleaned. I hope you don't mind", he said as he pointed to a hanger against a closet door on the far wall. His eyes were looking straight into yours as you returned to meet your gaze. You felt as if you were having your entire soul read.
 
She broke from her reverie, a semblance of modesty returning, and she tugged at the silky sheet, pulling it up as she eased herself to sitting. The frightening ache she'd felt the other night, was now a dull throb within her. It was as if her body was more accepting of it...no longer acutely trying to rid itself of the unnatural presence.

His eyes bore through her, burning their imprint deeply into her spirit, and she shuddered again uncontrollably. Things were not right, she felt different...changed...this was all so surreal!

For God's sake, she didn't even know her keeper's identity!

She tried to look away, to gather her wits, but could not...when had she lost her own free will? What had happened during the long hours where she had not been mentally present?

And why do I have this feeling that he can read my mind...feel my emotions...invade my darkest recesses...
 
Seeing her questions playing accross those wild eyes he sat down on the bed beside her. His proximity lighting warning flares in her mind. She tried to protest, but that part of her mind was long shut off for him. He brushed aside a stray hair. "You should breath", like a mental command she took a breath in not having realized she was holding it. "I shall not harm you. I am Morden. Keeper of this house", his voice honey sweet with concern. His eyes straying along her hair and shoulders to come back to her eyes. "I will give you some time to gather yourself and relax. Come to the dinning hall, bottom of the stairs on the left. When youa re ready." Risgin to his feet he all most glided out of the room allowing her some privacy. Though she still felt strange.
 
She watched him leave, closing the door silently behind him, and felt released from his mental grasp, though not completely. A soft humming in the back of her mind proved he was still with her. She swallowed hard then stood, slipping from beneath the light fabric, shivering as her bare feet touched the cool, wood floor. She looked for a light, but found only a candelabra and a box of wooden matches. She struck one...the light flaring brilliantly, a reminder of the glaring aura's she'd seen before, and she quickly set it to one of the candles, a soft light filling the room. It was large and tastefully decorated in dark, rich hues, a large armoire placed against the far wall. It seemed her feet barely touched the floor as she approached it, finding her clothing hanging off of it. As she reached for them, the armoire's door opened slightly, revealing another set of clothing within. An elegant gown, filmy and delicate, hung inside. It's velvety bodice was intricately beaded, with a revealing neckline and boned middle. She pulled it out, seeing it's luscious, magenta hue, and gasped softly at it's gossamery texture.

Was this meant for me?

There were no undergarments accompanying the gown, but it was structured so as to not need any. A small, velvet bag lay next to a pair of matching slippers, and she lay the dress onto the bed to see what was inside. A small choker, golden and radiant, set with a simple, small stone was hidden inside along with a small piece of parchment. Inscribed were the words... Something to please your senses...

It did not take her long to dress, and she reveled in the feel and lovliness of her clothing. The choker highlighted her elegant neck, masterfully drawing the eye to it. She stepped into the slippers, smoothed back her long, dark mane, and found her way to the stairs. She felt little uneasiness as she descended, and actually smiled, feeling suddenly empowered.
 
Morden was waiting in the dining hall. He could sense her presence on the stairs and started up an old elegantly designed record player. The soft sensuos violin music wafted gently to the ladies ears. Morden, standing at the end of the table was making sure the servants had followed his instructions completely. The candles along the center of the table where held aloft in elegant silver candelabra's with low hanging crystals. While the area outside of the table was dark with the onset of night. The moon shown through a skylight high above in the vaulted cieling. With a slight grin of satisfaction he turned his attention the wonerous woman who approached from the stairs.
 
There he stood...an angel in black, his dark clothing accentuating his body in a seraphic manner. She closed her eyes, thinking that the hazy aura about him was a trick of the eye, but it was not, and as she drew near, she studied it's darkness as it ebbed and flowed around him. His eyes glowed invitingly in the candlelight, his smile welcoming and warm, and she felt the hum of him in her mind grow stronger as she extended her hand to him.

"Morden..." she began softly, "tell me of my plight...and how I came to be here..."

She felt at ease, not at all like the other night. The soft music was pleasing, the sensations of light and sound non-intrusive. She held his hand, looking up into his eyes and waited for an answer.
 
His smile played only briefly accross his lips before his eyes unfocused. "Would you know all reayd the path you are on. Would hear tell the tale of infinite things. The never ending tale of that which came and never goes?" With what seems like an effort the eyes focus back onto the woman who has queried him so. "May haps I shall tell thee milady, but for now we will sit and eat. The wonders of the future and past are all ways best faced with a full stomach." His words have hit home. You never realized it but you must not have eaten in a long time. Your stomach is overpowering your brain in this brief flash of reality. The food on the table is wonderous you notice with salivating delight. Various dishes of rice, beef, potatoes, corn, and ham. Guiding you to your seat and pulling your chair out and allowing you be comfortable. Taking his own seat he looks at you dropping his napkin on his thighs. "Does this please you?" he asks with curiousity.
 
How could she have not noticed the feast before her? It was as if her sense of smell was suddenly heightened...the intermingling aromas intoxicating to her palate. She sat to his left, watching as he graciously accepted portions from a suddenly visible servant. Behind her was an attendant of her own, already offering her some of the same delicacies. As soon as the plates were prepared and the wine poured, the servants disappeared back into the shadows, soundless, yet still present.

"This is wonderful, Morden...overwhelming in fact."

She followed his lead, a bit unsure of the proper etiquette that was expected at a dinner this formal, watching him carefully and hoping not to make any large mistakes. She knew he could sense the trepidation within her, and she tried to hide it, filling her thoughts with his earlier comments.

What does he mean by, "Would you know already the path you are on. Would hear tell the tale of infinite things. The never ending tale of that which came and never goes?"

She brought the goblet of wine to her lips, hoping it would soothe her. She did not know this man...did not even know where she was, and yet she had no fear of him or the situation she now found herself in. She simply wished to understand...
 
Smiling the man ate the prepared food knowing his body was feeling neglected after the last few nights. His powers wore on him sometimes. Especially now, just having awakened this young one. It was a rash thing which he was sure to pay for later. But, how could he have resisted such a delectable soul. Surely he could not have destroyed her, with all that incredible fire and beauty held beneath that once frail body. The change must be driving her mad. Like an itch at the back of her mind something not scratched. "How is the fare milady? You seem troubled by something", his eyes clean and clear unreadable to her. Inside he was enjoying this. Knowing full well that she would have to earn the gifts he had bestowed upon her. Some would come with slippery ease, while others would be scars she would bear for the rest of her existance. It was the lessons and how they might be taught that occupied his mind right now. Tilting his head to her in a polite and curious manner he listened for her response.
 
She was caught off guard by his questions...unsure how to answer without seeming vulnerable. Was he toying with her? She could not see behind his eyes...it was as if he could turn his emotions on and off. He had seemed so wistful earlier...so thoughtful as he'd spoken so eloquently about things she did not understand. Now he was closed, cold, yet inviting...waiting for her to speak.

"The food is wonderful, and the atmosphere enchanting..." she began tentatively. "It is just...just that I feel like a small child suddenly...one that needs something seemingly simple explained..."

She looked to him with her brows furrowed, the fire of impatience beginning to burn. She truly did feel like an unruly child awaiting her punishment for something naughty she'd done.
 
Smiling suddenly Morden let out a hearty chuckle. "You should not be so timid milady. There is plenty for you to learn now". A sudden chill beset the woman as Mordens eyes flashed a strong blue colour and pierced through her heart like a cold arrow of ice. "These lessons will not be easy. You may think me cruel when it is done. Be that as it may it is done. You are no longer who you were and you will need a new identity. Think hard on that child for the world was a harsh place, but now the rules have changed." Like a damn breaking the warmth returned to the room and the lady breathed in deeply as if she had been holding her breath. The room spinned with what had just happened. Morden reached out and steadied his new child. "Easy, milady eat you will need your strength for what is to come", again the gentle kind and soft man was with her easing her worrying about her. Did his eyes just do that, was it him who said that?
 
She knew then...knew that she was bound to him, not just in some sort of mortal "captured and cult bound" way, but soul-tied to his will and his whims. He was not a simple man...not a man at all in fact. He was a creature of infinite abilities, able to bend the world to his liking. She was quiet, not nearly understanding the depth of his realm. She nodded, breathing in small, shallow breaths, and resumed eating, trying to accept what had just happened.

She did not understand why her senses weren't screaming out to her, triggering the natural urge to flee. She did not want to go...but did not understand why. She was drawn to him, even in fear, and just the thought of displeasing him, made her shudder. There was no logical explanation for her feelings...only a deep need to be guided now that things within her were different.
 
Finishing the plate before him and sighing in contentment. He pulled his glass of win to his lips and drank. Waiting for her to finish savoring the gowns effect on her frame. he smiled to himself noting that maybe he had been right in this. Rising he offered his hand and noted she should bring her glass by filling it for her. "Come let us attend to some music and shall we see what by the flame only can be seen in the eye of the mind?" His cryptic tone was unnerving but the laugher playing in his eyes was soothing. Guiding her into the drawing room where the light of a fire place danced. Sitting on a sofa close to the fire he offered a seat beside him and drank slowly of his wine staring deep into the flames before him. "What do you see burried amidst the flames my young pupil?"
 
She sat close to him, letting the warmth of the wine seep into her. She opened her mind to the vision of the dancing flames, gazing softly into their depths. It was mesmerizing and hypnotic, along with the soft music that played in the background. She studied the flickering, tilting her head as she immersed her consciousness into the fire.
 
The light of the flames played with her mind as she watched. The warmth of his body and the lucidity granted her by the wine caused the world to dissolve. The vision of the colours shifting to take over her mind once again as she stared. The folding of the universe was unnoticed to her as she immersed herself in the colours of the flame. She could not help but be drawn to the flame there was something there that stirred a hunger with in her. She looked beyond the flame to the wood burning and to her horror saw souls trapped there. Saw the totured existance of a once great being. The consumption of its body as it burned. The unthinking uncaring hunger of the flames eating away at it. She felt the writhing resistance of the being there unable to stop it. She found herself with horror enjoying the site. All most cheering as the flames licked torturously at the trapped wood. Its screaming pops ripping out into the world to no avail. The power there the sheer hunger, unflinching power, that the flame had. She could feel it. "My god" she mouthed as she felt the burning hunger with in. The need to consume for the sake of consuming. The ever burning hunger. She now knew what that nagging feeling in the back of her mind was. It was not his constant watching, but in fact her constant hunger. With a weak shake she stirred. Her vision clearing to see Morden standing over her. The room was dimmer then she remembered. Then she knew why only the candle in mordens hand lit it. She quickly looked to the fire place seeing only dieing embers. "It is this that we hold with in our breasts. The fire of hunger. Its unthinking impulse to destroy. There are two things our kind face. One is a balance teetering on the edge of a razor blade between hunger and destruction, or the ever consuming rage of the fire. This is now your fate" his voice was impassive niether happy nor regretful. He easily scooped her off the sofa and carried her to her room and lay her down so she could recover.
 
She tossed and turned in her bed...the visions she had seen haunting her, the desire to consume quite overpowering. She was finding it hard to think clearly, her mind always drawn back to the things she had seen, no matter what she attempted to put in their place.

I can't take this anymore!

She threw off her covers and began nervously pacing the floor, chewing her lip in an ungracious manner. She was speaking softly aloud, one hand toying with a stray lock of raven hair, the other tugging and pulling at the fabric in her skirts.

Will nothing quiet this ache??

It was burning within her, consuming her as she had seen the fire consume the helpless entity. How she longed to be those flames...longed to quench this tormenting sufferance!

Why was he leaving her to feel this alone? Why didn't he aide her now that he had shown her what she was? She gritted her teeth and went to the door...
 
There was a slight springing noise behind her. Quickly she whipped around to see Morden sitting at the edge of her bed. He was sipping what looked like tea in a deligate china cup. the fire burned inside her the need to strike this man to consume him. There was only a thin thread of concious sense that was holding her back. That smug smile though. Those holier then though eyes. This upstart who came into her life and changed it forever without even asking. Who was he to look at her in this manner. To judge her. To stand over her and make her feel like this.

The hunger burned and throbbed deep in her stomach. The flaming inside her head told her to deal with this upstart. To end her torment. Wasn't that the way it was. she had seen some movies where if the master was slain the curse ended. she could end he hunger.
 
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