Celestiale and Morden <No Post pls>

Her eyes glared, her actions swift as she came forward, raging, towards him. Had he been there all this time...watching her...studying her...seeing her suffer so??? There was no control left within, no semblance of human morality remaining, and instinct drove her to his waiting throat, as she savagely ripped into it with her fledgeling teeth. Quickly she was suffocating by what poured from him, overwhelmed by the lifeforce he possessed. She tried to pull away, but could not, drawn to him in a sickly-sweet manner.

It was pure ecstasy...
 
She drank his murmmurs slowly going into moans as the blood and life flowed from his neck. She drank and in her moments of joy she felt him there with her. As if he was becoming apart of her. The joiing of the two of them was unmistakable. The blood was so sweet to her tongue as she lapped at it. Her body and hunger something that was off in some corner, as the two souls danced on some higher plane. She could feel he was losing something though as she continued. The drawing of his soul into hers was a ecstatic power that made her revel as no pleasure of the flesh ever could. Then in the midst of her joy and triumph he started to fade. She reached out and tried to grasp the wisps of his soul but it was too late everything she touched was absorbed into her form. All of him was in her. She could feel it, but it was different. There was a wave of force that shoke her and threw her back against the wall and she realized looking at the bloody mess lieing on her bed. That the force was his soul tearing from his body and being consumed by her. There was nothing left of him. What had she done?
 
She stared at his broken form for what seemed an eternity...her untethered sanity frantically trying grasp the reality of what had just occured.

Was he dead...had she stolen his soul?

The pure pleasure she'd derived from taking his essence slowly turned to gut-wrenching horror, and she held back a wail that promised to consume her.
 
The broken body of the man who had done something she could not even comprehend lay before her. his immortal soul consumed by her. She could all most feel him raging inside her. She thought she could all most call upon his memories. But then everything started to blurr and the world swirled. She found herself on her knees before the pool of blood. The blood glowed like the flames of a fire. Her mind flashing back to the flames of the fire which consumed the log. the horror and similarities were revulting yet enticing. Only the blood before her kept her mind grounded in the reality of what the fire meant wihtout being rapt up in the memory of the savoring experience of sucking deep on the soul that once inhabited the body before her.
 
The blood seeped slowly towards her, her lovely gown ruined as it took in the dark substance. Still, she could not move away to escape it as it stained her knees, bathing her legs as it diffused gradually beneath her. Her hands went to her temples and she rocked back and forth on the floor next to his body. She felt as if she were losing her mind as the fierceness of his lifeforce exploded deep inside of her.

He was infinite and overpowering...no, not dead...he was torturing her slowly...she would be punished for her ignorance...
 
The world was quickly becoming a red haze that she could not shake no matter how hard she tried. The ground was welling up to swallow her in a pool of blood and the sickening stickiness of it caused her to gasp and try to breath.
"Milady, you are safe. Be at ease breath deeply." The familiar voice was calling to her, but how? Her eyes slowly fluttering open hurt and were raw. She looked around the room drowsily and noticed she was on the sofa. Morden stood over her a glass of water in her hands. "Forgive me I did not expect such a dramatic reaction to the powder. It is used to help new borns get a feel for the hunger and what it is capable of. I see that your journey was very stressful" his voice betrayed his worry. She looked into his eyes to find just a hint of concern. Though was it for her or what he was molding her into?
 
She sat up slowly, trembling unsteadily, and looked into his eyes. She had lost her grip on reality...that was all it was! It still felt real as she relived the journey in her mind, vivid pictures of the horrific scene bombarding her.

What had she begun...what was to come? If this was only the beginning, how many more nightmarish ordeals would she have to experience until he was satisfied with his creation?

His eyes betrayed him and she found a spark of concern within. She longed for his comfort, but feared him as well. She had felt empowered when the night had begun, and he had effectively dampened her spirit...was that his goal? Had she been too headstrong?

She stood, feeling stronger with every breath, and promised herself silently that she would not let him break her.

"Tell me, what is next."
 
He looked in to her eyes as she stood and read her defiance. the corners of his lips lifted briefly in a semblance of joy. Maybe, just maybe. His thoughts were running now all work for play would begin soon and she would have to be ready.
"Well, that depends on if your up to it. The effects of the powder seems to be wearing off. Perhaps you should feed." His face impassively cold run a small bell that sat on an end table. Soon there was a servant who brought with him a young man about mid twenties into the room. He was simply dressed and thier was a fire in his eyes. The shock of auburn hair on his head was slightly to long and he had to blow a stray strand of it from his eyes.
"This is Julius my nephew. He likes to stay here from time to time. I have informed him that he is to take good care of you. " Julius smiled and bowed very deeply to the lady. His body was very well built from what she could see of it. Her eyes tingled a bit though and she shivered slightly as her vision shifted. she could see a myriad of colours before her. The shape of Julius of was clear and his aura strong. There were lines of energy pulsing through his body. She was warmed by the waves of heat coming from his body. Though he stood more then 5 feet away. Her vision slipped back into reality and she met the eyes dark and fiery once again of this younge man.
Morden stepped close and whispered to her then. "Do not break him so on your first try. He is after all my nephew. You may drink as you saw in your dream. Just remember to lick the wound close, and leave him alive." There was a hint of amusement in his voice and he quickly left the room.
 
She smiled at the young man, a burning desire filling her as she circled him slowly, admiring his form, but especially his aura. He was handsome and vibrant, the fire burning in his eyes showed defiance and strength. He resembled Morden in many ways, save for the warmth exuding from his body, and the naivety of youth which practically seeped from his pores.

She still had not come up with a name for her newly-born self, and she thought about it now, wishing to properly introduce herself to the young man. After all, she was about to feed from him... What suited her? What name would she choose to live with for the rest of her existance?

"Good Evening Julius," she spoke as she came back around to face him. "You may call me Eternity..."
She smiled, the tiniest hint of laughter falling from her lips. Yes....this did feel wonderful, she was truly strengthened by the inevitabilities of what were yet to come.
 
"Greetings milady." The boy smiled and shifted towards the coach. Looking around with a lazy eye and glancing back to the woman he had been left with. She was incredibly beautiful. He could not help but notice her womanly curves and hieght. "Milady how may I be of service to thee this fine day?" His flourish of words was rather exotic from the humdrum life she knew. His aura was quizical and had a underlying level of tension.
 
His confidence sent her desires soaring, the hunger she'd only dreamt of smoldering inside of her. She watched his lingering gaze, sizing up his strength of spirit as he seemed distracted by her womanly form. Her lips curved in a small smile that almost resembled a smirk and she took his hand, leading him to the plush settee.

The scent of him so close now, intoxicated her senses. It was more than that really...it was his entirety that made her swoon. She could barely contain her newborn self as the saliva drenched her mouth, the ache in her belly growing insistant.

Could she take him...without draining him completely? Did she really want to fight herself to stop once she'd begun? Surely he'd been with a fledgling before her...would he be able to stop her if she could not stop herself?

He was quiet and knowing, neither helping nor hindering her as she fought within herself. The merciless ache was screaming from her core to take him...take him all...and she lunged suddenly for his throat, unable to stop herself...
 
Julius was caught of gaurd as this woman he was he had just met suddenly lunged at him. With quick action she tilted his head and exposed his velvety neck where she promptly slide her fangs deep inside. The gushing of his blood erupting from the artery she hit was something she had only dreamed of. That warm sticky substance of uphoric delight that slid so easily down her throat. Her hungers delight at the feel of it sent shivers through her entirity. His body was pulsing as the life fluid left it with such force.
 
She tore at his shirt, buttons flying furiously as her nails gouged down his chest. A low growl of gratification echoed throughout the room, her pleasure intensifying as his essence filled her. She clung to his form and drank, time stopping as his sweet nectar fed her. He did not struggle, knowing that doing so would only cause her to tighten her hold.

She felt his strength ebbing, and finally began to regain her senses, pulling back and licking the wound closed as she had been instructed. She had been able to stop, she had revendicated herself, the hunger sated.

She studied the man, his eyes seemed lost in a dream, and she leaned down to lick the wounds that her nails had inflicted upon his chest. They were sealed and healing almost before she had finished, and she waited to see if he would recover from her frenzied attack.
 
The man lay there in his daze lost to the world with his glassy eyed continence. Though, after a time his breathing returned to normal and his eyes shut as if he were asleep.
A sound started the lady from behind her near a chair that was supposed to be unoccupied but in fact held the man Morden.
"You did well, though a bit eager." His chuckling brought a tinge of red to her face as he seemed to amused at her expense. she thought about it though then giggled a little herself.
"Worry not he will survive though you did cut it a bit close. You seem pleased?"
 
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