Eternal Love in Darkness

[papillon24]

ooc: oops

 

[papillon24]

Kamia

I went as he asked and brought the young servant girl back up to my room. Lenore was one of my favorite servants and I thought she would be the best for my new companion.

I pulled her into the room closing the door behind her.

"Lenore, my dear, this is my husband. You are to serve him as well as you have served me."

I watched as she lowered her head to him. I could feel a sudden lust I had never felt before, rise within my chest.

I turned back to the bed and faced the window.

"My dear what do you thing of her? Quite lovely I think."

 

[kitsuke]

Thibor Lidesci

Admiring the curves of the young servant wench I let out a lusty sigh, "Of course, my dear Kamia, she will do perfectly. Come to me, child. I would see you more... fully in the candlelight."

As the timorous child steps into the light I swiftly dart forward and grab her arms, pinning them helplessly to her side. My jaws gape wide down at her and I let her see me for what I am. Chuckling low in my chest I sink my fangs into her delicate neck just before she gathers the breath to scream and drink.

Hot..... lust... fire.... AH!

Just before she expires I withdraw from her, somewhat grudgingly and discard her to the floor like chaff. I look to Kamia, my mouth limned in crimson from the blood of the girl, "She shall wake upon the setting of the sun tomorrow evening. She will be nigh mindkless and do all that you or I ask of her without question; save that it would bring harm to me. The leavings of your kitchen should feed her, remains of dead things, offal and so forth. Blood is reserved for creatures closer to power. You, of course, will not require blood or the like to survive, for you still live. You may acquire a taste for it though." I grin, the sticky liquid dripping down my chin, "Let us find out... come to me and kiss your Master."

 

[rashid]

I made the decision without hesitation

"wait for me " I said "I have some business to manage and will return shortly"

I left her to go back to my seat and inform Bartlett I would be occupied with a new love interest for the rest of the evening and that I would give him details in the morning. So saying I went again to the box where she waited. "let us leave now " I said " I have no patience with this opera any longer" and, taking her small hand in mine led the way to the lobby.

"have you a coach?" I asked, "or shall I summon a taxi?"

 

[Fly_On_Wall]

"This guy is out of his head" I thought to myself. "He says he is a doctor yet makes no sense to me."

I had no time for this man I had to escape the cell fast. I"ve learned from past experiances the longer I wait the harder it will be. But what to do. Looking through the bars I could see only one guard on duty. This would be easy.

A simple kick to the back of this so called doctor's neck would bring him down. If i yell out that he is haveing a heart attack, the guard will come to investigate, I can lock the two inside and be on my way.

Simpel enough I though, but as i tryed to get up to attack the man all went black and I fell back again. "Yah easy" I said to myself sarcasticly. I'd have to use my head to get out of this one.

Looking up at the man i spoke quietly. "I'm tied to her? Just what is this bond you are speaking of? and how do i sever it?
And why am I in Jail anyways? I was the one attacked.... I know It's cause she was the daughter of a nobelman, and I'm nothing but a poor boy. The Nobels always on their high horses kicking us whenever they get a chance."

 

[papillon24]

Kamia

I was intrigued by him as he started draining Lenore. He drank hungrily from her. I felt my mouth start to water as I longed for a taste of my sweet Lenore.

A kiss he offerd me after letting her down to the floor. I reached up and pressed my lips to his. The taste of the sweet coppery blood drove my senses wild.

I felt his arms reach around my small flame and pull me in closer. I couldn't get enough of the taste, either of him or my Lenore. I reached up around his neck and pulled my self into the the kiss. So sweet, so wonderful.

 

[Honey_B]

Rhiannon

His naivety made me smile. Sadly. For he it was his destiny that he would never see another morning. His destiny was mine, interwoven and entwined. I knew that now even if he did not.

The beauty of the changing sky would forever be lost to him. Given up for an eternity of darkness with me. Even as centuries of loneliness pressed down upon my heart, my soul cried for him. For he would have to die to be reborn. The thought made my heart sob with grief for the mortal death of this man.

“I have a coach just here.”

And it was. Yemil had been summoned and the coach was ready. I answered his questioning eyes with a nod.

 

[cgraven]

Dr. Lazlow Bauer

I see the distrust in Watson's cunning eyes. The subtle movement as he prepared to strike. STRIKE a joke. He has loss to much blood for that. Yet he tries. Unable to strike he sinking back down onto the cot. Anger boils in me. How can I get through to him the real danger he is in? My voice is tinged with anger.

"Dark Watson do you think you are the only one to come from the gutter into

Their world the world of privilege?"........"To always be an outsider?"..........

"Only to be recognized when your particular skills where need?"

My voice moderated weary with the effort to get through to him.

"As I said you are not under arrest."......" I am merely here to treat you and

that I can much better do at my surgery."

"There you can stay or go. It really makes no difference to me. It is your life, throw it away if you please."

"Sargent call an ambulance........I am move him to my rooms for the care he needs."

We rode in silence to my rooms. I had the attendants place Watson in the back room. I watch as they leave.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Yemillian

I detected something different than her usual hunger as she brought out her new quarry. She nodded her silent instructions, yet, there was an odd cast to it. How many times had I helpd open the door to the coach and seen her nods? Every night it had been the same, years of endless nights of silent instructing, ordering nods. Yet, there was somethign quite different about this one. Her nod, only I, the only man who could ever love her, ever serve her; could have detected it. A cold shadow fell upon my beating heart, deep within my massive chest. A huge Cossack fist clenched down tight enough to leave impressions upon the metal of the dolphin shaped handle of the coach door. As my dark eyes narrowed and blazed with hatred as cold as a Don Valley winter squall for this middle aged, paltry man, that I silently scanned as I helped Rhiannon into the coach. My heavy wool cloak hid the ripple of muscles in my shoulders and biceps. I wanted to frighten this little man off. But it was of no use, he was under her spell, as they all had been for years, forever. This little man climbed into the coach. With mustered strength of restraint I slowly, silently, closed the door without putting it through the jam.

I climbed aboard the coach, my eyes welled with tears of rage. I could not understand, but I knew. This was not a normal meal for her. She actually wanted this puny englishman. I cracked the whip from high and ruthlessly upon the backs of the horses and we were off into the dark a foggy streets at a gallop. I was taking my anger out on those poor beasts, when I wanted to be taking it out on my rival. How dare he, this sorry man? Is it not Yemil, who has been there for her. Protecting her, watching over her, feeding her? This little man could never sereve Rhiannon, my love, as I could. Never!

I pulled the horses to a hard stop on the frosty cobblestones, wheels skidding just slightly, not as much as I had hoped for. The horses were lathered dispite the gathering chill and fog. Their labored breathe was gushing and spouting from thier flared nostrils in white, glistening clouds. I lept down from my perch and opened the door to the coach. I bowed my head slighlty lower than usual, in the misery of the defeat of love and to hide the tear welling in my eye. My shoulders sagged as I held out an ogrish hand to assist Rhiannon to the street.

 

[kitsuke]

Thibor Lidesci

Finishing the bloody kiss I flick my tongue across her lips to clean the blood from the corners.

"You shall do just fine, my dear. Now, I must prepare for the coming of day. It will take some small time to get a suitable space made and the few hours left before dawn will be just sufficient. Get linens, drapes, hangings and such. The wench will carry them. This room must be proof by sunrise. Now go. I shall wait here and survey some of my domain."

The combination of pleasure, approval and near terse dismissal with a command should serve to remind her that there is pleasure in my servitude, but it is servitude after all.

 

[Honey_B]

Rhiannon

My small hand disappeared inside of Yemil's. I felt his pain as clearly as if it had been my own. My heart went out to him. The comfort I offered was born of genuine affection for the man. I reached out to Yemil with my thoughts. I would go to him before this night was through.

"Robert, welcome to my home."

The words were warm, spoken into the icy cold of the night air.

The entrance to my home opened onto a slate slabbed foyer, widening into a softly lit entry hall. The graceful lines of a staircase drew the eye further into the house.

Yemil took Robert's hat and coat. I handed him my cloak and lead my guest into the drawing room. I gave Robert a moment to look about. If the British museum had ever decided to decorate a private home, it might have looked very much like mine. The furnishings and decoratives spanned hundreds of years. A grand fireplace stood at one end, bathing the room in rich firelight and dancing shadow. Before it, a rich carpet from the East had been laid, Its threads shimmering silver and lapis blue. The walls were hung with Flemish tapestries with stitches so small, they almost could not be seen. I sat down on a settee rescued from the ancien regime and waited.

 

[Fly_On_Wall]

I sat alone in the room where the docter had me placed on my own. "What is he trying to do? Drive me mad?" I muttered as I slowly paced in the small pourly lit room. Walking over to the bed I floped down looking out the window at the moon. The clouds slowly moved by the half moon and my eyes sparked. "the moon just like that night...

A young couple walked down the lamp lit streets of of a small British villa. a few paces ahead of them was a young boy the age of 6 or 7. The Family was obviously wealthy, all could tell by the way the paraded themselfs down the streets and by their wardrob. "Charles honey do not stray to far." the mother spoke out to her sun who was getting fearther and fearther from his parents.

Off in the distance a can Jumped from a tree, runing across the street it stoped mid way and stared at the boy. As he started after the cat it darted into the allyway, and the boy fallowed.

Across the street standing out front a jewlry store two porly dresed men seen the boy wonder away. Seeing that the only people around were the well dresed couple a few buildings away from the ally, the two men ran after the boy and disapeared in the darkness.

A child screamed and the couple had noticed their son missing. Running to his aid they entered the ally. The boy was held by the one man and the other sat on a crate holding a knife. "well well well, who do we have here?" he asked as the boys parents came closer to help their son. "You want your son back don't you?"

"Do not harm the boy, we will give you whatever you want." the father stated pulling out his wallet and riping his wifes neckless from her neck.
"We do not want your money" Said the man holding their son.
"...Yet" Added the man with the Knife and he lept from his seat at a speed that could barly be fathumed. The women turned and screamed in horrore as her husbands body slumped and blood poured from his neck. The asailent stood behind him with bloody fangs emergeing from her husbands throat. He hissed at the women and sank his teeth back in to drink.

Turning to look at her son tears came to her eyes as the other man bared a pair of fangs... No longer thinking of her son and only of herself the cowerdly mother turned and started to run out of the ally. The boy was droped and the man who held him was gone. within a heart beat he was infront of the runing women. she bounced off of his chest and fell to the ground. "WHAT KIND OF A MOTHER ARE YOU" the man yelled and picked her up by the hair, pointing her head towards the boy. "that is your own flesh and blood, you deserv not to live." He drew out his fangs and sank them into the womens neck and drove his hand down the front of her dress.
The boy stood in shock in the back of the ally. He was so scared he had wet himself. As his fathers body was droped he turned and atempted to run triping over the cat he had chased earlyer falling into a puddle of mud.
His fathers attacker atempted to take chase when stoped by his partner... "Leave the boy, he has nowhere to go now, Besides." He said riping open the childs mothers bodice "She is still alive"


The boy amerged from the allyway covered in dirt and smelling of his own waste. "help" the boy cried runing towards people on the streets. Looking to the child as a homeless boy looking for a handout, all onlookers pushed him away.
"Leave me be boy or I shall call the athorities on you." A gentelman with a manical said kicking the boy down to the ground. Charles had now realised, His life was changed forever....

Awakening from my daydream I spoke aloud... "Not even my mother loved me, yet if i'd not chased that cat she would still be alive and I'd be liveing a loveless life.... But i'd give that all to be a nobleman once again." The door begain to open and i stood up as the doctor started in.

 

[rashid]

Her coach was drawn by

matched Percherons, massive beasts bred to carry armored men into war. They were magnificent as was the coach itself, burnished wood, leather and steel married into a grand conveyance worthy of any noble in London. The coachman, on the other hand, seemed more likely to be at home in the streets of Imperial Moscow. He was huge and quite foreboding with hands easily twice the size of my own and shoulders that rivaled those of the horses he directed on his mistresses behalf. I made a mental note to keep my distance from him until I knew better whether he was friend or foe. The way he looked at me was anything but friendly. Nevertheless, he seemed under her control.

The journey to her home was uneventful and most of it was consumed with talk of the opera, london society and other mindless subjects. I knew she had much to tell me and there was even more I wanted to ask but it would have to wait.

The trip was short. Within fifteen minutes we arrived at the gates to her estate and I began to gain an appreciation for her wealth. The place was enough to rival any royal residence in Europe. I was impressed and even more intrigued. That she was the most lovely woman alive I already knew. Her financial worth and apparant station came as a bit of a shock as I had believed myself well informed about London society. How such a combination of wealth and beauty had gone unnoticed was yet another mystery.

When the gates closed behind us it seemed as though we were in a different world entirely. London faded as if it had never been. The sound of the city ceased and even the light from the moon looked altered. The coach stopped before the doors of the Manse and the Ogre of a coachman opened her door to assist her to the ground. She placed her hand in his and looked to float rather than step to the ground. When I reached the open door he had disappeared as if he never was. We were suddenly alone and she took my hand as we walked through the open doors into a great hallway. The touch was like fire racing through my veins and I became very aware of a certain pressure in my groin. That she had an effect on me was certain.

As suddenly and silently as he had disappeared, the coachman materialized before us and took my hat and coat together with her cloak. His subsequent return to wherever he had materialised from would have given me reason to worry had she not been there to capture my attention.

The study was large and the fire blazing in the hearth warmed the air as she sat on a settee and looked at me silently, waiting for my question. I stared back and tried to think past my growing lust, my mind racing with a thousand questions to focus on only one. She had not aged. Her face and figure were as youthful and vibrant today as they had been fifteen long years ago. Mine were not. I needed to understand and I wanted whatever magic she possessed for myself.

As the thoughts cascaded into the foreground of my mind she smiled, patted the seat beside her and said "sit with me - I will tell you what no other mortal man has ever heard"

 

[cgraven]

The ambulance was gone and the night wore on. I checked on him several times through though long hours. Hours of waiting, wondering what would be his decision?

At first his sleep was peaceful, but later something troubled him as be became increasingly restless. He was feverish, tossed and turned. Then there was a scream.

I went to that room; slowly I opened the door. His face was ashen and covered in sweat, but it was his eyes that shook my soul for they where haunted, and tormented. What could have caused this a memory or fear that was to much for the lad to deal with when he had all his wits about him.

My hand rested upon the doorknob. I held the door open and made no move to bar his way.

?All that I have told you is true.?

?But I think you all ready knew that.?

?You can go or stay. It is your choice.?

I waited for his decision.

 

[AroraDestiny]

Lenore

I was in a deep sleep in my small chamber off of my mistresses room. She entered and woke me from my slumber. I was immediatly concerned seeing her neck had some kind of bruise. "What happened to you mistress?" She simply took my hand. "Come." she said to me softly. I obeyed her as always.

She pulled me into the room closing the door behind her. I looked around and saw a dark shadow near the balcony. I backed up a step looking to her for an explination.

"Lenore, my dear, this is my husband. You are to serve him as well as you have served me." I hear her say and I look to him lowering my head in obedience. "My lord."

I noticed my mistress turn to the window. Fear arose in my chest. Something was wrong here..very wrong.

"My dear what do you thing of her? Quite lovely I think." Kamia says in a somewhat shaken voice. The man replys with notable lust in his tone.

"Of course, my dear Kamia, she will do perfectly. Come to me, child. I would see you more... fully in the candlelight."

What was I to do but obey as my mistress Kamia asks? I step closer to him fear causing my heart to race. He swiftly dart sforward and grab her arms, pinning them to my side. His jaws gape wide down at me and I see his fangs gleam. I glance in fear to Kamia but her back is turned to me. She knows what he is going to do... The man chuckles as he sinks his fangs into my delicate neck just before I can scream. My world wavers between pain and this hot lusting pleasure. I moan and I feel my will slipping away. Then everything goes black.

 

[cgraven]

Dr. Lazlow Bauer

Still no answer young man?

I see the questions in your cunning little mind. How can I escape, be free, and away?

A messenger knocks on the door. Dr. Bauer scans the contents nods his agreement and returns.

Well young man your problems are solved.

My services are needed at the clinic, for a young woman, shall we say with a similar wound to yours.

I expect you to be gone when I return, and if you must rob me, I think you will find little of value.

So saying Dr. Lazlow Bauer grabbed his coat, hat, medical bag and left.

 

[Fly_On_Wall]

Seeing my opening I do not hesitate.
I gather my things and leave the room.

Walking through the main room I casualy pick up a hat as if it were mine and always had been. Turning to the looking glass I see how it fit, but I do not see my own reflection, it is faded but that of the boy I once was.
Enraged in hatred at the child i punch the mirror shatering it.

Leaveing the Docters place I look right then left. "I guess It's back to the slums for me," Takeing two steps left I freeze and for some unknown reason head North instead of South.

Where was I headed? I did not know but would find my destination when I got there.

 

[Honey_B]

Rhiannon

"I know my appearance confuses you. Fifteen years have passed since last we met. A not inconsiderable length of time for someone such as yourself. For me, it is the blink of an eye."

Rhiannon walked over to the fireplace and picked up a small painting. It was old, very old, painted on wood. It was a likeness of her, looking as she did that very day but dressed in the attire from the thirteenth century. She returned to Robert's side and handed him the small frame.

"Robert, fifteen years are nothing to me. They are insignificant because I have lived for over six centuries. I am a creature of the night, immortal but not alive. Living a life of great power and greater loneliness. I am as the creatures of myth and legend. A vampire. I was born into this existence thru great love. A love that should have lasted until the end of time. It did not."

She drew her knees to her chin and hugged her legs, her sadness making her look like a small child.

"I moved through the passing years, adrift and alone, never hoping to find someone I loved as I did my creator. That was until I came across you on the moor. Your soul spoke to me that day, cried out to mine. It was not by coincidence that our paths have crossed again. I know that in my heart."

 

[Swashbuckler]

Yemil

My heart was heavy as a load of iron as I put the horses away for the night, rubbing them down with tears in my eyes. The way she looked at this one, this tiny little man, it tore the heart from my breast and ground it upon sharp pointy stones. "Where was little man, when yemil looked over her slumber? Where was little man, when she was too weak to gather her own sustenance? Where was little man when she needed refuse removed?" I asked loudly to the cold silence of the carrige house. The snorting horse did not answer me satisfactorily.

"It is poor Yemil, who serves her, who loves her, not little man," I yelled as I slammed the carridge house doors with a resounding bang in the snowy air. Wiping the tears from my eyes I took a deep breath of the chill air and sighed out a cloud of despair before returning to the house, quietly. My tears turing to ice on my heavy beard. My hands clenched tight into fists of jealous rage, only supressed from murder by my love for Rhiannon.

The only thing a Cossack fears is the loss of the heart of his love.

 

[papillon24]

Kamia

I run throught the household to fing the heviest blankets possible in order to cover anything that would allow light to enter my room....our room.

I finished just in time. I peeked out the curtians and saw the sun start to peek up over the hills.

"My Lord, The room is ready" I walked areound lighting candles to provide some light. I was not used to the dark. I could not see or adjust my eyes to them.

"Is there anything else you need?"

 

[AroraDestiny]

Lenore

I wake to darkness.. I cannot see. Should it be morning? I feel like it must. A shadow moves lighting candles. I remain still the memory of terror and pain mixed with pleasure untold running through my brain. Who was he? He was my ladys husband she said. I feel a strong bond when I think of him. I wonder if he needs anything. But why should I care what my attacker needs. Yet I do.

"My Lord, The room is ready" I hear my lady say. Kamia...my best friend. What has he done to you. You have not married you would have told me. I would cry but cannot find the will.

"Is there anything else you need?" I hear her say softly. I remain very still. Is he there now? I know he is yet I want to deny it. I want this to be a dream. It has to be a nightmare. Wake me please... I am living a nightmare.

 

[kitsuke]

Thibor Lidesci

"For now we shall wait the coming of dawn," I begin, "it has been some time since I have been awake and I have some catching up to do. We will now speak of this blasted rock you call an island and tell me of the world in which we now... exist." Live was far too strong a word for it I think.

I seat myself on the edge of the great bed and look in earnest at Kamia to begin my education. Motioning Lenore to crouch by my side I stroke her hair and head, thrilling at the way she tries to rub against me and cringe away at teh same time.


This arrangement will be even more delicious than I had first anticipated.

 

[papillon24]

Kamia

I watched as Lenore cuddled up against his leg. She appeared so small as his fingers ran delicatly through her hair.

"My Lord, This is a beautiful place, if only you could see it in the daylight as I did growing up in the countryside. The city though is not for me. I'm only here to uphold my status in society which was left to me many years ago. How I wish to return to the countryside of the moors."

Dawn was coming soon like so many others before but somehow this one seemed different. I could hear it approaching in the distance. I was like a song, a haunting song at that. I ran out on to the balcony to listen and watch. Far away I could hear the screams of the night running from this ball of fire appraching from over the hills.

I could hear him call me back inside from where he sat but I couldn't move. I just listened to the rising sun and watched the world come to life over the cemetary.

"Do you hear it?" I called to him. " The Dawn is singing. I feel that is singing just for me."

 

[AroraDestiny]

I hear the bed squeek and I know I must go to my lord. He bids me to crouch by his side. I feel him stroke my hair and head, I rub against him unbidden and cringe as well. I both fear and adore him. His touch ignites many things...fear..desire...anger. I look up at him with these things readable in my eyes. My fist clenches yet I do not think to strike him.

"My Lord, This is a beautiful place, if only you could see it in the daylight as I did growing up in the countryside. The city though is not for me. I'm only here to uphold my status in society which was left to me many years ago. How I wish to return to the countryside of the moors." My lady speaks walking outside.

"Do you hear it?" She calls back to him. " The Dawn is singing. I feel that is singing just for me." her voice is so hopeful. I too can hear it but my lack of life is swallowing me. I cannot leave my lords side until he sleeps. I stand unable to crouch for long looking at him uncertainly. "Can I stand..? Milord?"

 

[jinnysub]

OOC: Virginia, Robert's almost fiancee. 19. Thin, almost, too thin. Long brown hair, spilling to the middle of her back. Green eyes. Very tall for a woman of her day, 5'11", and of all the men she's met, only Robert has not commented on that, has accepted her lithe, unconventional beauty.

"Mother, I've sent messages to him by way of the footman. I've looked for him, waited for him, and prayed for his return. But it's been TWO WEEKS! I MUST go and see to him. He might be sick and not willing to let me know. Please, Mother!"

"Virginia, no young woman visits a young man in his home. It's not proper. I'm sorry, but I can't let the coachman take you there."

"Mother, what if Daddy and I were just out driving and we stopped by his house? Wouldn't that be all right?"

Her mother looked at the eagerness in her daughter's eyes, thinking back to the heartaches in her own youth, heartaches that seemed overbearing at the time, and softened. "Yes, dear. I'll get your father out of his library and back into the world. He'll grumble a bit about how his Saturday's leisure has been interrupted, but humor him. It may surprise you, but there's a bit of the gallant in him. If he grumbles too much, just ask him about an old girlfriend of mine named Faith. He'll come around."

Virginia flew out of the cab upon arrival at Robert's, her father humphing and galumphing along behind, but smiling. She did draw back upon reaching the door, however, and let her father pull the bell. When Bartlett answered and invited them in, she saw he had a troubled look on his face.

"Sir, madam. I'm afraid that Mr. Robert is not at home. I have no instructions as to the time of his return, I'm afraid. I had rather hoped that you might know where he may be found."

"Bartlett, we haven't seen him in over a week!"

"Sir, madam, I hope that you will forgive the liberty, but I've been worried about Sir Robert as well. He has barely been here this past week, either, and that's not like him. He's looked different, almost as if possessed, this past week. He stares into the distance, when he does eat, he barely notices what is put before him and his appetite, commonly hearty, has been non-existent."

"Madam, may I presume to inform him that you would be expecting him to visit you soon? I might have to even prevaricate a bit, tell him that you have been ill, so that he will come to you, but I'm sure that you will be able to deal with such a situation. I'm worried about him, and I know how much his visits with you have always cheered him. He needs you at the moment."

"Sir, may I speak privately with you for a moment?" Bartlett asked of my father. I moved discreetly away, but tried to remain within earshot. All I could catch, though, were the name "Marie" and protestations of "No, sir." Bartlett ushered us out, but I noticed a worried glance pass between him and my father.

As Father and I left, I couldn't escape the feeling that something was deeply wrong with my fun-loving, attentive Robert.