Lost city.( vampire, lycan etc roleplay,Open to all)

I saw my chance, and lept forward, grasping Garnet where her clothing covered her skin. I leaned in, with a soft hiss, and sank my own fangs into her neck.

*Mind, Aurelia. Do not take her last drop. I Make her tonight. Savor, but do not destroy*

As her blood drained, the burning reduced. It apparently was related intimately with her life-force, and as it waned, so did the power of that spell ....
 
Garnet realized how futile the cross was. However, it did technically work for a bit, in the way that it distracted her. She tried to conjure a better protection when she was slammed by Talia.

She tried desperatly to envoke the powerful spell...Her eyes glowed like daylight...and as she opened her mouth to scream a shaft of light came out...she desperatly tried to claw at both of them but she was weakening fast.

The ground rumbled underneith her like a distant thunder, as her Powers were desperatly fighting for her. Her spirit was willing...but as her blood drained her body was failing her.
 
I sensed Garnet was close to the end. I briefly released Garnet's throat, her blood dribbling down my chin, and hissed at Aurelia, pushing her away from Garnet. She was mine, and deep, animalistic instincts had taken over.

I returned to Garnet's throat, draining her down, feeling her weaken, and near death. Down, to the last drop of her precious, wonderful blood.

It was The Moment. The Moment I had obsessed over, and feared. But it was here, and there could be no hesitation or question.

Garnet was all but dead, her skin pale and cold, heart weak, body limp.

I kept her cradled close with one arm, and raised the other to my mouth. Normally I would use a sharp fingernail, but in a pinch ... like now ... a swift bite to my wrist, and blood began to flow. Blood, the remnant of my own, mingled with Garnet's, mingled with the other woman I had drained.

"Dear one," I whispered, "taste the nectar of unlife."

I held my wounded wrist over her mouth, allowing the blood to drip onto her pale, parched lips, coating them before becoming absorbed to turn them a bright crimson. I lowered the open wound to Garnet's mouth, offering her the precious, deadly gift of unlife ....
 
Garnet could only whimper as she felt her life flow away between the two vampires....Her clawing had subsided and she could only weakly grasp at them.

The inky blackness threatened to take over as Garnet realized something was dripping against her lips. She tried to look up and in her haze she saw the smiling....oh the all too superior....face of Talia.

She didnt' want to accept...didn't want to take the blood that she knew would turn her. But she wasn't thinking right...her spirit craved to live.....and in a moment she accepted...her lips closing around the wound to drink....
 
I grimaced as Garnet's lips closed round the wound in my wrist. A too-familiar tingle of pain, of agony, shot through my body as I felt Garnet suckle at my wrist. It is this, that too few do not understand. To Make a mortal immortal, it requires a sacrifice. A sacrifice that Aurelia had offered to me earlier, to keep me Existing.

I continued to cradle Garnet in my arms, for all the burning pain, the sense of ebbing life in my self. I hissed quietly in agony, my moment of triumph a moment of intense danger and torment for myself as well.

I forcefully tore my wrist from her lips. She had enough, and as I knew all too well, she would have suckled every drop out of me had I left her. I gasped again, licking my own wound to help it heal up. The bleeding reduced, though it would take a while to heal completely.

I looked at my new thrall. She was beautiful, her skin restored to a tone closer than what she had in life. She had a small trickle of blood on her chin, and I could see new-grown fangs in her slightly-open mouth. I knew she would need to feed almost immediately. Right now, was the most dangerous time for her. Newly dead, newly un-alive, she was weak and vulnerable, and would need my help to survive.

I knew also she would have no choice but accept my help ... at least for now. I did not yet know if she would love or resent me, but I could feel the blood-bond begin between us, and I knew soon we would have no secrets from one another. I would know too if she had maintined her magical powers, a thing that I myself hoped beyond all hope.

Victorious, I could afford to be tender. I gently smoothed her hair back from her face, smiling an honest (if smug) smile.

"Welcome to immortality."
 
Burning. Her throat was burning. Pain shot through her body, causing her to arch her back in Talia's arms. She could feel the pain of the fangs in her teeth.....

She tried to cry out...to make it stop....but only a gasp came out. She looked in fear, in not understanding at Talias smile. Her words were still a mumble to her and she could not understand.
 
I remembered the pain. I understood what she was experiencing. The only emotion I could feel was joy. Not sympathy. Now that she was in large measure gone, defeated profoundly to her soul .... I could not feel even a shred of pity for her.

*Easy Garnet. The pain will pass. Soon enough, it will pass. When it does, we will hunt. You will experience for the first time the full measure of unlife's joy, and burden.* I projected this directly into her mind, a mind that was now and increasingly open to me ... as mine was, and would be ... to her.

I caressed her cheek, with soft, and I hoped soothing, strokes.
 
Garnet's body trembled, shaking with the passing of her life to her unlife.

Her vision was clearing...the pain was ebbing...although her feet and arms gave a few more spasmatic movements.

She could sense something. Joy. With a start she realized she could feel what Talia was feeling. Or thinking. Then she heard the messege that Talia had projected.

Hunting.

No, she wouldn't..couldn't....

As her body quieted she started to regain composure of her body. She tried to weakly push Talia away, even with the motherly attention she was giving.

"w-what have you done...."

It was more of a statement than a question, for deep in her now still heart she knew...
 
"Yes Garnet. You know. And in the centuries to come, you will learn to thank me, just as I today nightly thank my Maker. Yes, at the time I cursed his name, tolerated him for the lessons he taught me. I looked for my chance to escape, and when it came up I took it, never looking back. I expect no less from you ... though I hope for more. Whatever we are to one another: Allies, friends, lovers ... or enemies ... we are linked. Bonded. Accept this bond now, and you will grow quickly. Deny the bond, and you will discover quickly that there are many ways in which I can compel you now. Regardless ... if you wish to survive, you would do well to obey and learn."

I did not let her push away from me, though I did not restrict her with any great force. I simply provided what comfort I could....
 
Obey and learn...

Garnet would have to wait and see. Her mind was in confusion now, unable to clearly describe what she wanted to say to Talia.

She felt the unyeilding arms around her. She didn't try to jerk away again. There was a time and place for everything, and in her current state resistance wouldn't do her much good.

It was an odd thing, to not feel her heart beating. Not feel it thundering in her chest in a moment like this. Perhaps, she thought, it was all a dream.

She felt tears start to well up, and she stubbornly fought them back. She would not give Talia and the other vamp the satisfaction of seeing her like that. She fought it back with anger. Anger was more useful to her now than fear or pity.
 
"Good," I nodded with absent satisfaction, "Anger will indeed be a useful emotion for you. Just don't let it overtake you. Now, like it or not, you need to hunt, and feed. You needn't kill if you still feel ... pity. But you will need to drink blood or die. If you are not strong enough to hunt, then I will bring prey to you."

I knew her confusion would pass. With Garnet, I imagined, power would be the determinor. The more of her magic still accessible to her, and the sooner she understood what powers came with her immortality, the sooner she would be recociled to her condition ....
 
Garnet shrugged her away and tried to stand...after a weak attempt she was able to. Not gracefull by any means, but at least she could do that.

"I will not take a life."

She said it defiantly. Let Talia think of what she would.

She spied the other one, one she thought was named Aurelia.

"I knew it, I knew it all along I couldn't trust you."

Suddenly her amulet glowed brightly, hotly. Burning. She tore it off and it crashed to the pavement where it still glowed with a life of its own. She looked down at it, with a sort of disbeleif.
 
I allowed Garnet to stand. Her defiant attitude struck me as amusing, and I smirked.

"So said I at first. We all make that vow. Never to take a life. I wish you luck. When your fangs are in your preys neck, their blood flowing down their throat, the sensation is like nothing else ... except perhaps sexual orgasm. Even that is only an analogy. No, when you feel the blood-lust, the blood-intoxification, and learn how sweet that last drop of blood truely is ... you will do as we all do, dear Garnet."

I looked down at the amulet, and finally allowed myself a moment of pity.

"This, represents the first part of your old life you must give up. I wish it were otherwise, but it is not. You did not want this gift. You will learn to love it ... but there are losses."

Defiance. Anger. I was not surprised that these were here emotional responses. Still, she had the will to survive, and young as she was as a vampire, to survive she had to allow me, and Aurelia, to help her.
 
Talia pushed me away, hissing, all in a tizzy over her victim. I watched with cold eyes as she shared blood with Garnet and the sorceress came into the unlife. Finally triumph for Talia, but what of me?

She held Garnet in her arms, tenderly caring for her. I was pushed to the side. somehow, I had known it was coming, felt her wild abandonment at the prospect of having Garnet as her Thrall. But now I felt a little sickened, angry.

I had helped her...and for what? So she could spend all her time babying Garnet? I was not thinking clearly, this jealousy was not my own. But still, I was mad.

"I knew I couldn't trust you," Garnet accused me. I simply smirked and allowed myself to fade into the shadows. I felt sure I would not be missed. Garnet's blood thrilled through me, just as sweet as Talia had promised it would be. But I was still hungry. I needed that last elusive drop which Talia had been so eager to gain from Garnet.

I misted my way across the city, cold and alone.
 
*Aurelia, I trust you will return soon? I will need your help now, as will young Garnet. You helped me Turn her, you tasted her blood. Though I be her Maker, still you have an interest in her Unlife. You won't be forgotten.*

Outwardly, I patiently awated Garnet's hunger to overcome her anger. I knew sooner, rather than later, her will to survive would come out on top ....
 
Garnet's blood coursing through my veins was very sweet indeed., but I was still angry, so I ignored Talia's voice in my head. I knew it was a situation that should have been expected from the beginning. Talia had obsessed over Garnet, to the point where she hadn't been thinking clearly, and I knew it.

I had helped turn Garnet, but now I wanted to be alone, to think of my next move. On one hand, I knew if I stayed, I would be jealous of Garnet; my emotions were still human. On the other hand, I had finally met others of my own kind, and being alone again was not something I was looking forward to.

I swooped down on a man, draining him dry before he even knew what hit him. Then I continued on down the street, ignoring Talia's thoughts and looking for my next victim.
 
The shiverings started. Garnet knew what was happening, she had read about it enough in her books and stores of legends. Her body was craving something...something she did not want to give it.

She remained silent as Aurelia took off. It didn't take an immortal to sense jealousy was involved. It wasn't her fault, thought Garnet, she hadn't asked for it.

But her attention turned back to Talia. Something was stirring in her, something almost instinctual. She was hungry.

"Alright," she said grudgingly, "Show me what you need to."
 
I smiled thinly.

"Until you come into your own, you will need to Leap with me. You may well discover that you can become a mist, as Aurelia, or perhaps able to fly. Until then ...."

I took her hand, and lept with her through the air, to the top of a nearby building.

"It is easy, when you get used to it. It is how I move about the city."

Still holding her hand, I lept, with her, until we came to a building near an alleyway. There, a man huddled in blankets, bottles of liquor beside him in various states of fulness.

"There. It may be easier if you begin with such a person. Hopeless. Worthless. It is a simple matter to capture him, physically if you must, mentally if you can. You can feel your fangs, and your intution will take over. Bite, suckle at the wounds. Focus on your victim's life-force, if you wish to spare him death."

With her, I dropped down to the alleyway, a little ways distant from the homeless man. I gestured to him, stepping away from Garnet.

*Feed* I sent to her mind.
 
The leaping took Garnet by suprise. She never knew it would feel so much like flying. Again and again they lept, and she could feel the power in it.

She spied the homeless man with Talia, and part of her deep insides rolled with disgust at the task she was about to do. Then Talia stepped away and she could feel the command in her head. Hesitently, she stepped forward and started to walk towards the half drunk bum.

He looked up and slurred something lewd to Garnet. He stood motioning to her. Garnet looked back at Talia, and then turned and smiled at the man, just like she saw hookers do it every night. She could sense something else happening...like her mind was sending out the farce that she was a hooker to him....

He took her, wrapping his drunk arms around her...Garnet let him....and started to softly kiss his neck...he groaned and pushed her back up agaisnt the wall of the alley in his lust. Again she let him....and then suddenly she bit him.

Something stirred in her..something feirce...She drank of him heavily, trying to satiate the burning desire in her...she didn't know if he struggled or not her blood lust blinded her to it...She drank him nearly dry before she came back to her senses and pulled away. His life force was weak and deep down she knew he'd never make it.

She wiped the blood from her chin..tears welling in her eyes as she looked at Talia with a mixture of fear, suprise, and anger.
 
I smiled very widely, and walked over toward Garnet, arms spread wide as though to embrace her.

"See? I knew you could do it! Although .. you should finish this one off. He's dead regardless. Your conscious won't rest any clearer, knowing you allowed him to die as opposed to sucked the last of his soul from him. But, your will, not mine. I won't interfere in your feeding habits.
"Now, we must find out, now that you have your strength back, what magics you still have available to you. And you must focus on your new powers. Can you leap? Can you fly, change your shape, become mist? You probably won't know tonight, but it is something to consider."

There were so many lessons. So many. Well, the night was still young. She could test her powers, see what magics were still available to her.

And of course, I didn't try to hide any of my thoughts from her, any more than she was able to hide them from me. For now, at least. I smirked to think of her mind-blocking potion, and without any concern, knew that she sensed me thinking abut it. I wondered if it would work against me now ....
 
Garnet took a step back as Talia walked forward as if to embrace her. She wasn't ready for that yet. She glanced at the dying man. It sickened her, but she couldn't finish him off, her inner blood lust had been satisfied and she couldn't stomach the thought of such a heinous act.

Her powers? She wouldn't wait. She needed to know now whether or not she still retained her Gifts. Besides, with the blood of the man she was feeling energetic, giddy almost. She held her hand out and concentrated....and almost gave a shout when the ground beneith her shook almost immediatly. She was amazed to find out how much enhanced that Power was...so little concentrated was needed for that little trick now.

She tried her incantation for her fiery little protector..wanting to see if she could do it without the help of her Enhancers.....and with a little effort a fireball formed before her....and a dragon snarled out of it....but she let it fold unto itself untill it dissapeared. She could feel the energy draining out of her as she tried her many tricks.

Garnet smiled a little smirk as she could sense Talia thinking of her mind blocking potion. She would see what the future would hold on that one.
 
I tried not to let her refusal of my embrace worry me. I knew it was likely too soon, and the wrong situation (but no harm done).

And I grinned widely to see her using her magic. Effortlessly.

"See, the power? Yes, you do need to take care. It is greater apparently than you had in life, but drains quickly. Now then, try Leaping back up to the rooftop above us."

I stood to watch her, hopeful that she would take to this as well. Of course, I wanted her to develop her own personality in terms of her powers, but this was a basic skill, as far as I was concerned at least ....
 
I did little thinking about the consequences of my having helped Talia. I was fueled by blood lust. One after the other I drained victims, letting them drop onto the pavement harshly before moving on to the next. Sometimes I took them in mist form, and sometimes I materialized and felt their heavy bodies against mine. It pleased me that I could drink from people without ever having to touch the ground; it was fast and efficient and no one ever saw me coming. I made a mental note to thank the sorceress for giving me reason to try it.

Eventually I tired of my killing spree and returned to the club I had been in the night before with the lycan. A quick breath inwards told me that there was no one of importance in the area, and I hoisted myself onto a bar stool with a sigh of displeasure. I would return to Talia, but as her friend, and not her little errand girl. If that was not alright with her, then I would leave. Leave the city and never return. My little bout here had helped my powers immensely, but if need be...I would leave.

If I had been human, I would have drank myself to oblivion, but the alcohol seemed to pass straight through me. Thus, I continued to drink away the night, not really caring what Talia and Garnet were doing.
 
Leaping....could she do it? Somehow even as she willed her bodyt o move....she couldn't. She couldn't even do the task that she sensed Talia thought was basic......Tears threatened to well up....human emotion she knew she wasn't ready to give up...

She tried again....and this time something curious happened. She felt herself lift...every atom in her body seemed to go a seperate way....in a frenzied way. To onlookers she looked as if her body split into thousands of orbs of light....and they swirled and spiraled up to the rooftop of the nearest building.

She reappeared, startled and shocked, looking down at Talia.
 
I frowned, and lept up to the rooftop, to be beside Garnet.

"Curious. Garnet, we are all different. You cannot leap, but with a power of that sort ... you don't need to. With your magic, you will be of intense power. Garnet, let me help you. I took something from you, against your will. Let me help you get something back."

*Whatever you think of me know that now that you are on this side of unlife I will do anything you need to help you.*

I sighed softly. She is powerful, her power shaped and defined by her character. Her ability to turn into globes of light tells me she still has a being pervaded by light ... not the darkness pervading me or informing Aurelia.

"Garnet, I need to know, when you lived, what was your situation? Now, you don't need to sleep in a coffin, but you do need to keep away from all light. My studio apartment is available for your use if your apartment is not suitable as of yet. I won't insist you remain at my side through the day, though I do demand that you come to me when I call, if you do not."
 
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