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

As my body continued to regain strength, I felt Talia get off the bed and leave the apartment. There was something new and different filtering through my mind and then I finally realized what it was. Her blood that now flowed through my veins acted as a current between us; her thoughts, although still guarded, were now mine to read. I didn't need to invade her mind to tell what she was thinking though; as she stepped off the balcony I realized she felt regret and did not want to confront me if I was not ready. This suited me just fine.

Slowly, I rolled off the bed, nearly falling in the process. The dress which had looked so precious on me last night, was now soaked with blood and clinging to my still pale skin. I felt my throat; it was almost healed. Sighing, I peeled the dress off my body, took out the money pouch hidden within and tossed it in some cold water, in a half-assed attempt to save it. I doubted Talia cared about some ruined dress.

I opened her wardrobe as I had the previous night, and began to search for something suitable to wear. The battle between unlife and complete death had taken something from me, and tonight I felt no desire to dress sexily. I picked out a plain black dress, something which looked faded with the centuries, but still pretty. And then I shuffled to the balcony, looking down on the evil city below before dropping to the ground.

I sensed Talia, and then her anger at the sorceress, but I paid her no mind as I searched for my own prey. I drained the first lone soul that I found, and then hastily returned to the apartment to rest again. Talia would want to talk, and I had no idea what I would say to her. Was I furious? Not so much. Betrayed? That was one description. She had promised not to hurt me and then nearly killed me. But I knew she had not meant to do it.

So how to describe what I was feeling? It was a feeling of cold detachment. If she felt guilty, that pleased me. She should feel guilty after so beautifully decieving me. But I was not angry. Forgiveness? Not yet. For now I would play her part, and be careful of her.

She returned to the apartment then, telling me she wanted to talk. I opened my eyes to look at her, but said nothing. If she wanted to talk then she could start.
 
"Very well then. Listen. You know my thoughts now. So. I did not intend to, but I broke our pledge. I harmed you. I realize trust will be difficult now. If you wish to be released, to leave, you may and there will be no recrimination. If you need help in the future, I will be available. I insist only that you do not assist the sorceress.
"If you wish to stay, so be it. I will continue to help and teach. You may not realize it, but I love you. Not in the way of a lover, but as ... a distant, lost relative, which I am. Aurelia, what happened was entirely due to me. I am a Monster, something I cannot and do not want to change. I desire power, and if I need to kill to get it I will.
"Regardless of your decision, a lesson: When you allow a vampire to Feed, open your wrist or arm. Do not offer your neck. When you offer your neck, you give them power over you. With your arm, you have power over them. I was not in position to warn you and ... my pain, fear - yes fear - and sense of impenidng Oblivion, made me blood-lusted without thinking about it, or you."

Talia looked at Aurelia. She did not want her to leave, but also did not want her to remain if the sense of deception and danger was too great.
 
What to do, what to do? Emotions were flooding my mind, incoherent thoughts of my future. If I left now, where in the world would I go? But if I stayed...what would be the consequences?

"A lesson" she said. "Yes,"I thought. "A lesson well learned: I must not be so naive, so trusting of others." But I had trusted her, and nearly paid for that trust with my unlife.

But still, I was uncertain. One half of my mind was telling me to stay, that I needed her friendship and protection. The other half was screaming that this would not be her last betrayal, and that I should get out while I still could. What to do?

"I cannot possibly give you an answer at this moment," I tried. "I think I shall go out, and perhaps I will be able to think more clearly." I hesitated. "Unless you demand your answer right now."
 
I close my eyes. That feels like a no. But I know what she means. Were I in her situation, what would I do?

"Take as much time as you need. The apartment is open to you, as is my ward-robe, so long as you need it. Until I hear a "no" come from your lips, I will not bar you from this place. I, too, am leaving for a time. To ... to think my self. Aurelia ... Just ... Be careful. If you have need, Call. You know how. Now, more than ever, I will surrender my Existence to keep you in this world, if need be."
 
I watched Talia carefully as she closed her eyes. It sounded as if she was sincerely regretting having nearly killed me. I tried to think of some plot, some dark thing that she was planning to do to me, but I couldn't. Best to just leave for now and tell her my desicion later.

"Thank you," I said, as I rose slowly from the bed. "I will have your answer by morning." My body was feeling much better now, and as fog I rolled out the balcony doors and into the cool night air.

I decided to walk along the city streets, in order to mingle better with my prey. Perhaps I would even go to a club. In my hometown, I had ruled the club scene, but it had been nearly a year since I had visited one.

I made my way through the streets, searching for victims, and loving the night breeze against my skin. It was refreshing after the torture of near-death. The wind in my hair and the scent of mortals reminded me of just how alive I was.

Several blocks from Talia's apartment, I sensed something. The unbearable pain of the immortal that I had felt the previous night once again washed over me. He must be close. What was it that made him so angry, so sad? I tried to mentally project to him, but did not connect. Warily, I continued down the street, my eyes and ears straining to hear any noises that would give me a clue as to what kind of being I was sensing, and where he was.
 
I closed the glass porch doors behind me, watching Aurelia drift away. With a soft sigh, I turned the other direction and lept off.

I thought again of the sorceress. On a rooftop near where I had last taunted her, I stopped, letting my mind-powers ooze out in all directions. I wanted to find her, to test her mind. Just a little. If Aurelia was going to stay, I wanted us both to take her on. It would be easier with two, and I had promised Aurelia a taste of her blood.

I sensed her, vaguely. Just on the edges of how far I could Project. I tickled, teased, at her mind. Just slight, vague touches to see how she would react. I could also just sense her emotions, still raw from our earlier encounter. If my efforts worked, I would sense her anger slip into confusion, then to fear. A fear tinged on the edges with arousal. So faint. So vague. Just enough that I would know I was touching and effecting her.
 
Garnet slipped out of a rather run down door quietly. She had made her usual weekly purchase of magical items from an old lycan that could barely walk anymore. She did it out of pity rather than the need of the items she bought. There were cheaper suppliers out there, but the man was old, and she suspected he lived off her weekly contribution.

It was then she felt it. Not much, but she knew it was there. Something was toying with her. Whoever it was had the intelligence to not oerdo it, cause she was unable to sense who it was.

She shuddered. The city was getting creepier every night, even by her standards.
 
I laughed. The shield I had felt around her earlier was gone. This might be an opportunity. Oh, I so hated for Aurelia to miss this. Then again ... who said I couldn't ... sample the sorceress first? I could control myself. I had to, since I knew the last drop of blood/soul was tempting in the first place. To drain her just to that point, then Bring her Over would take willpower. Taking just a little of her ... would take only a little more.

I lept into action, closing the distance, and giving her the suggestion, implanting it deeply so she wouldn't know (I hoped) that it came from outside, that she approach my location. Why take all the effort myself?
 
Melina who had been watching all this grinned and after making sure Prince couldn't get out went down and soon stood in the deepest part of the shadows watching. Watching others feed was always fun and Talia seemed on the very edge of control.

Making sure the sorceress couldn't sense her she sat back to see how things played out.
 
Garnet turned down an alleyway. She didn't know why, just felt she had to. It didn't seem all that out of the normal for her. She often would take random paths in her wanderings.

Her amulet started to glow. Perfect, she thought. It seemed she was going the right way to meet with some clients....
 
I stepped out of the shadows of the alley, behind the sorceress. I still didn't know her name. Walking up close behind her, nearly but not touching her, in a soft and soothing voice I asked for it:

"Tell me your name, my sweet."

My mind still retained its hold on hers, loosely and with little pressure to alert her to my mind's Presence in her own.

Her scent, the warmth of her near body, made me shudder. I was going to be hard pressed to only sample her tonight. Temptation rose, blood-lust never far behind. No, I had to simply retain control. Aurelia deserved no less than a taste of her blood as well.
 
I walked slowly through the streets trying to think things over, trying to figure out why I was here or if I wanted to have this life. I knew that it was the only way that I would ever get to the vampire that had killed my family and I had taken that on villingly but I still had to ask myself if I wanted to have this life. I wanted nothing more than to scream out how pointless this life of mine was but I knew that I would not get an answer from anyone if I did that and that hurt more than anything at all.

I continued to walk down the streets, the smell of the mortals assailing me from everywhere and I wanted nothing more than to be away from them but I knew that they would mask my scent and I had to be amongst them as much as I hated the idea. I let out a slight growl that sounded more like an exasperated sigh except for anyone but me then walked slowly into the club, determined to hide amongst these mortals as best I could and try to relax somewhat, if I could.
 
Garnet tensed as she felt something behind her. Her amulet was glowing brightly, so brightly...and then she heard the voice.

She tense and turned slowly, suprised to see the ancient one that had been haunting her of late.

"If you must know, it is Garnet. But I see no importance of knowing my name."
 
"My reasons are my own, Garnet. I am Talia. So. I have been following you, watching you. Learning about you. You know my reasons? Or do I need to spell them out? It is only a matter of time before I posess you entirely. "

I step towards her, my mind still applying force to hers, to weaken, if not shatter, her resistance.

Even now, part of me recoils, and not from any of her magics. I find it difficult to place into words, but there is something I sense about her Life Force that makes me loathe to damage it.

I am here, and I can just catch the Scent of her, of her blood, and while I fight to retain control, I also allow myself to give in to my lust for her blood, just a little bit. Just to taste, to sample, her blood and her soul, her power.
 
I followed the prescence of the sorrowful immortal down the streets, stopping only briefly as I felt Talia playing with someone. The sorceress. "See," I projected to her. "You do not need me at all. You will conquer her all by yourself." I was somewhat saddened by the thought that Talia didn't need me, but I pressed on, determined to find out why I was sensing such deep sadness and pain.

I was close to the immortal, and a slight growl told me he was nearby. Lycan? I knew nothing of the powerful beasts, and I feared them, but there was something about this particular lycan that made me continue to follow him. I looked around, desperately trying to find him, but I saw no one or nothing out of the ordinary. I followed the sadness into a club, and perched on a bar stool. I looked out into the crowd of people, searching for any clues that would give the lycan away. My previous fear melted away, for I felt sure that he would not dare attack me in such a public place.

As my eyes searched the writhing mass of mortals, I connected to Talia. Garnet was the sorceress' name and Talia was close to feeding from her. She wished I was there, but whether or not I was present had no bearing on whatever she was about to do to the sorceress. I sighed and withdrew my thoughts, concentrating solely on finding the lycan that I knew lurked somewhere in the club.
 
Garnet's eyes narrowed at the demanding tone of the vamp who called herself Talia. She bit back her anger in case the lady was interested in buying anything.

"I am not a child to be spoken simply to. I know my Powers are valuable. You are not the first..nor shall you be the last who have tried to take me. "

Her hand went to her red velvet pouch and clutched a crucifix. A wry smile crossed her lips as she briefly thought how absurd it seemed a Sorceresss would rely on a Christain symbol. A Blessed one at that.

She wanted to bring it out, to make the lady back up if only a few steps to allow her more time think of a better defence. But something stopped her. Slowed her decision. It almost felt like something....

Then Garnet knew. Talia was using mind tricks on her. Oh why didn't she take the potion that blocked her mind? Foolishness and in her hurry made her to forget to drink it as she left her home.

"You can stop your mind tricks. I have my ways to thwart them..."
 
"I am not a child to be spoken simply to. I know my Powers are valuable. You are not the first..nor shall you be the last who have tried to take me. "


I scoffed at the crucifix. I had no belief in that absurd religion, and felt little, if any, faith from Garnet.

Even so, I knew that she was attempting to defend herself, and I couldn't allow that. No, a slight twinge there, a tweak there ....

"You can stop your mind tricks. I have my ways to thwart them..."

"Indeed? Then thwart away, my Thrall. Yes, fight. Fight me. Even if you win now, your resistance will make your inevitable defeat all the sweeter."

I still do not use all the strength I can, but I do try to break her Will. I have no limit of patience. Now is a test ... Foreplay to the final confrontation that I have no doubts that I will win.
 
Garnet felt the clasp of her hand weaken around the cross she wanted to bring out. No....no she couldn't let go...not as of yet....ohh but there was that little tug at her mind telling her it would be sweeter if she did....not even her legs would move, however.

Her mind raced with possibilities....spells...potions...all right there in her pouch if only she could get the will power and ignore that little tug at her mind....

"Do not think...so easily Talia...."

But oh yes she did have her words..her chants...she began one there..one that would seal her mind....willing herself to concentrate on the words she spoke...and not that little tweaking going on in her mind
 
Impressive. Yes, she is doing quite well. Her magic words begin to weave a protective barrier around her mind. Not strong, just enough to keep her focus.

"Is that all you have at your disposal, Garnet? Perhaps you are not strong enough, worthy enough to be my slave."

I grin, pressing just a little more firmly into her mind.
 
"I am no one's slave..."

She almost broke her concentration by saying those words, but anger made her spat them out...Anger, that was the key. It would help her focus, help her chant......

Her fingers still in her bag brushed against a familiar vile as she flexed them and dropped the cross. She grasped it with some difficulty, Talia's probing was begining to tell on her, it was much stronger than the last undead to attempt it....She willed her thumb to pop open the vile....there....

Now just one more movement, if she could will it...to bring the vile to her lips....she concentrated harder...trying to block the now much stronger probing....she had to..once she sipped from that vile they'd be on level playing ground once more....
 
"Tsk, tsk. Potions? You must rely on potions?"

I take a step closer, smiling an open-mouthed smile that revealed my fangs.

Still, I was toying. Playing. Probing.

My mind was still not at its full strength. I had much in reserve. This was starting to be very, very fun. Seeing how far I could push her.

Pour the potion onto the ground.

I sent this directly to her mind.
 
Pour the potion onto the ground.

She felt the thought inside her, circling dangerously like an order. She willed it to go away but knew it was foolish. The vamp was an ancient one, a Powerful one. She let the thought move her arm untill it was outstretched....Then she continued to fight it...stalling her hand from tipping and letting the precious liquid pour out.

She gritted her teeth as the Talia stepped closer.

And then her hand tipped over, spilling the precious liquid onto the ground.

Ground.

Suddenly she had an idea. She abandoned her chant and closed her eyes, risking the breif let down of her 'net' over her mind...and concentrated on her Gift, her Talent that she rarely let anybody see.

Her hand outstretched...she concentrated...chanting...putting her Soul into it.....and the asphalt shudders beneath her feet. A rumbling starts and it begins to crack, and suddenly shoots up inbetween the two, not high, but eye level.

Garnet fell back as the asphalt rose infront of her, she scrambled for her pouch and the one remaining vile of mind blocking potion.....
 
I smile widely as I see Garnet pour the potion away, and I feel certain, confident in my powers. I prepare to close in on my victim, reminding myself to not Drain, or Make, her tonight.

Then, I feel her defenses fall, let her focus shift. She stretches her hand, once more chanting. There is Power in what she is doing ... and abruptly I see how much power.

The asphault beneath us rumbles, and I step back as suddenly a wall, not high, is thrown up between us.

I take another step backward. Impressed. And, my focus has been broken by the distraction. Again, it is not for long, and I almost immediately work to re-capture her mind ... but I fear with her intellect and resourcefulness, those few seconds are enough ....
 
She feels the break, if only momentarily and quickly downs the vile. There! She had done it!

Garnet scrambled to her feet as the asphalt wall collapsed.

"I am not your slave."

Her chest rose quickly as her heart thundered in her chest. It was close, so close. Much closer than she ever wanted to be.
 
"Very well then. I am truly impressed, Garnet. Your power is quite amazing. You will indeed be one of my sweetest conquests."

I grin softly, and leap up and over the wall, and over her head, landing behind her, facing her.

"Perhaps, I merely need to take a more ... physical approach?"

I reach my hand out to grasp her shoulder.

Part of me wants to be impressed, wants to see her escape from me again. I'm not entirely sure why I feel so ... torn regarding this mortal woman.
 
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