The Vampire Chronicles

[SexyAmber]

This is an open thread for anyone who would like to join...the setting is the 16th Century in Paris. A wave of unexplained and unsettling disappearance have taken place in the small village of Astria. Rumors have it that Vampires lurk in the night.

Enjoy.

 

[SexyAmber]

Ra'naa

(Jeric to be played by Warrior Poet)

Name: Ra’naa Finar
Station: King Edward’s youngest daughter

It was a forbidden love but a love none the less, her only love. She knew the moment she laid eyes upon it. He, a knight of noble blood, brave and fierce yet not appropriate for her to even consider. Yet she knew in her heart that no other man could capture her like he did. That was many moons ago, and now she lay in his arms. In a secret place far from the palace doors. It was their secret place. And she met him there faithfully each eve.

Tonight was special, tonight she was to become his. Secret vows that would make her eternally his. Maybe not in a church or before her father but vows of her heart nonetheless. Tonight he would make her a woman. And so she ran up the line of trees to the candle lit tower where he waited. Her hair like spun silk of the purest honey color danced to her waist like thousands of slithering golden serpents. Her face was that of an angel, delicate and heavenly. And tonight her sinful body was clad in a white gown. One that corseted her lush breasts together. Her skin was like a painter’s canvas, untainted and virginal and of the purest white. She was like perfection that it seemed if you touched her beauty would be contaminated. She drew closer to the tower until she was finally there, she opened the heavy wooden door and saw him standing there. He was beautiful, even for a man.

Her body trembled softly and she captured the ruby pout of her bottom lip in her pearly teeth, trying to remember to breathe. And then that angelic voice spoke like a song from the gods themselves.

“Jeric?”

 

[warriorpoet]

Jeric Strym

Name: Jeric Strym
Station: King Edward's most trusted knight

I sit here and wait in this tower that from the outside is of no importance to those that pass, but for I, this is the place where my love for the one so true and pure can finally be expressed. Ra’naa, to even speak her name brings with it the flutters of a thousand doves beating within my chest. The love we share is pure but is forbidden, I am of noble blood and my bravery on the field has yet to be matched. I live my life through my actions, with nobility and chivalry, my name brings with it cheers from the peasants and the others in my court, and fear from are enemies. What I do now is not what is expected of one so noble and revered, but her beauty and love has shaded my eyes to my duties and for once I look at the world with my heart.

Tonight though is an even special night for I have been passed word from a letter in her own hand that tonight are love shall be consummated. Not in a church or insight of those around of us been in this place are sanctuary, in each other’s arms and hearts we shall profess are eternal love.

I stir as I hear the sounds of angles wings closing through the trees and I know my fare beauty nears, as my heart beat resounds in my ears. The door opens and before me stands beauty personified, with hair spun by the finest of gold and the eyes that search through a mans soul. Her lips are which promises are passed with a touch and when she speaks my heart explodes with every syllable. When she speaks my name I know that now I am whole and that heaven is before me!

 

[SexyAmber]

Their eyes meet and for a moment she is lost in the strength and bravery that his contain. She turned her head looking over her shoulder. Did she hear something? Was she followed? She was careful, very careful she knew that if this forbidden love was found out he would be killed. She turned back to him and smiled. He was so handsome, so brutally masculine. She walked to him slowly, her enchanting gaze drew to the silver glint that shone from the sword at his side. As she approached him her arm outstretched, a dainty hand lifted to offer him. He could see the tremble in her heavenly form. He had been with many women, he was the most desired man in court, yet when he met her it had all stopped.

He could see the rise and fall of her supple cleavage with the deepening of her breaths, a single tear flowed down her cheek slowly of what was to come, she would be fully his. She could smell him and she was enraptured in his eyes as she waited for his large hand to take hers. That saintly voice again spoke in a satiny whisper.

“I have never loved thee as much as this moment as I gaze upon you”

 

[warriorpoet]

The world around me went silent and all I could hear was the yearning beat of my heart that dared to break from within my chest. Her beauty had changed who I was and I no longer lived by my conquest and the cheers from the crowd…her touch brought with it more pleasure than a thousand victories. I knew that are love could never be, not here in this land that valued wealth over love and stature over the feelings of ones own heart. I had made up my mind on this night I would hold her and when the dawn broke on this eve I would not release her from my arms, but take her away with me so we can find are true place in the world, behind each others eyes and within are hearts.

She slowly glides across the ground towards me, as if the very earth itself felt unworthy to touch her delicate skin. In these eyes in which I stare now I see so much more than I ever thought could ever exist, I feel as but a child in her gaze! Her soft skin and pouting lips, heaving bosom and gentle slope of her hips call too me and I reach out and pull her to me suffocating the daylight between us as we press are bodies together.

Her scent is lifted to my nose and I feel intoxicated by her beauty and the feelings that well up inside me. As her lips part and the softest voice calls out to my soul, professing her love, I feel a tear of true love roll down my strong cheek. I never I thought I could experience such happiness in a tear!

“Tonight my love, has no dawn and are hearts will be forever one!”

 

[SexyAmber]

She could feel her breath catch as he took her small hand in his large weathered one. It seemed an eternity that she was captured prisoner in his gaze. Like a moth to a flame she was drawn to him, The sounds of their breaths seemed to echo a lifetime as she was caught in the emerald abyss of his eyes. She had saved herself for him, the once infamous knight that warmed many maiden’s bedchambers. Yet she stood before him as his virgin princess, inexperienced compared to the pleasures of other women that warmed his furs.

A slender arm began to lift as he held her other hand in a protective embrace, small digits slowly unfurl the single tie of satin that holds her enchanting body imprisoned in the finely woven robe. A soft tug as the satin was released and the gown like an tamed serpent slithered down the curve of her shoulders, first revealing the round perfection of her breasts, tipped with coral nipples that was already painfully erect in her nervousness. The gown continued it’s sadistic journey to reveal her taut tummy and further it crept over the swell of her hips until her downy sex was revealed to him. She could feel the burn in her angelic face as it silhouetted with crimson. The gown a mere pool at her feet as she was fully revealed to him, like an offering to one of the sacred gods she stood the virgin sacrifice to the great knight.

He could feel her hand tighten in his and her other arm lifted in a bashful attempt to shield her breasts from his strong jade gaze. Her own aqua pools downcast with a tilt of her head that caused her silken mane of honey to whip around her like a thousand hungry tongues on her ivory flesh. That maddeningly soft voice spoke in a gentle rasp.

“I Ra’naa Finar offer thyself to you Lord Jeric Strym. As a token of my love and fidelity. As the moon and stars as our witnesses I bestow my heart, body and mind which are pure to you.”

 

[naded]

Enter Luis Delion

Name: Luis Delion
Damned

I can feel it, I can smell it, I can almost taste it. It pours down on to the roof tops and flows down the walls of this ancient keep. It is moonlight and it is time for me to awaken.

From the floor of the keep I push back the stones that hide my place of rest. I climb from my soft sheets and satin pillows and uncoil my body into the musky air of death. I stand apon the broken flooring of this once great room. A kings treasure once laid here, chests of gold and painting of landscapes years past stood along the walls.

But not now, now the room is filled with the sweet stench of rotting bodies. Broken limbs and tore organs still lay inthe corner from meals past. Only soft candle light fills the room, my servant has done his duty and prepared for my nights events.

In a flash of shadow I am up the ancient staircase, up two floors to the gound level where the entrance to my tomb is hidden my vines and crumbled stone. This is where I died, so many years ago. One hundred or more years now since I stood on this castles keep and fought back the creatures of the night that lay us under siege.

It was then that I had fallen, a demon's arrow had pierced my armor and I tumbled to the ground. Only to be pulled away by a creature so evil it poured from his razor sharp teeth. The pain was brief as those teeth sunk into my neck and soon I felt nothing but pleasure as he drained me of my life's blood.

I remember no more of that night, I remember not my burial by the king's men or the weeping of my wife and child as the watched my body laid to rest in the earth.

But remember I do the night seven days past my burial, the night I awoke with a hunger of a thousand men. The hunger for blood, the craving for death and the beast that now rised in my body. I knew instantly what I was, a creature of the very form we had fought off for two weeks straight, and the creature that dragged my broken arrow peirced body from the base of the wall.

I am the dead. I am the chosen. I am the damned.

 

[Freya]

As maid of honour to the lovely Princess, Ailsa was quite familiar with her moods and feelings. Thus it was, on this night, that she had become uneasy with the Princess' actions and manner. She seemed to be almost gleeful, although why she should be that way was unknown to the young maid. She decided to follow her as a means of both ensuring her safety, and satisfying her own curiousity.

She was very careful to not be seen as she made her way behind the young Princess to the tower. Seeing the flicker of the candles burning inside, it only made her more curious as to what the Princess was doing. When the door opened, and she saw Jeric, one of the King's most trusted knights, standing there, her heart fell. He was one of the most noble and brave knights to ever grace the King's battlefields, but if the King were to find out that Ra'naa was meeting him secretly, he would have his head. Although she could certainly understand why Ra'naa would fall in love with Jeric, he being so handsome and strong, she could only worry about the consequences should anyone discover this illicit tryst. Deciding that she would wait and speak to the young princess when she emerged, she sat down upon an old tree trunk, crossed her fingers together in worry and began her wait. She undid the plaits in her hair, letting the auburn tresses fall down upon her back, almost to her waist. She was a beautiful girl, fair of skin with a light dusting of freckles across her nose. One day she would almost certainly be given to a Duke or a Lord to marry, but until then she was at the Princess' bidding.

 

[naded]

The dark night I traveled, light on foot, faster than a deer and quieter that a field mouse. The air moved aside for my undead form, allowing me to pass thru miles of land without even breathing hard.

Off in the distance I sensed the smell I had been craving since I awoke, blood, human blood. I could sense how close, two miles to the east, in the old tower in the woods. I stop and go silent, two humans, their blood afire with...what is that, yes, yes it's the fire of passion. Very nice, this, this could make my night worth while.

As I approached I saw her, another human, following the humans as the met in the tower. What is this? An assassin? No, no this is just a hand maiden. A mere girl it seems. A snack, a fiest maybe, yes, I do believe I will have a litttle bite.

I close the distance to the maiden, just behind her I await, hearing the blood pump thru her heart andher viens. The sound of her heart pumping enough to cause my own blood to boil with hunger.

 

[Freya]

Sensing a presence behind her, she stood quickly and turned. Hand to her chest in fright she whispered, "Why Sir, you shouldn't startle a lady like that, you gave me such a fright."

As her heart began to settle in her chest, she stole another glance at the man before her. He was possibly the most handsome man she had ever seen, jet black hair and piercing eyes. His skin almost seemed to glow white in the moonlight. Against her will and better judgement, she felt strangely drawn to him. Her heart started to beat a little faster again in her chest, her breath caught in her throat. He was so very attractive, but she sensed danger about him. She felt frozen to one spot, unable to move.....as if he had some strange power over her.

 

[SexyAmber]

Ra'naa

(character picture)

 

[naded]

He watched his evening meal sway with the power of his look. Completely spell bound by his eyes, his voice whispering in her head songs of beauty and magic. The songs fill her head as he sweeps down along side of her.

What is this? There is a power here I have no felt in many years. Is this lack of fear? It can not be, for all who are in my presence fear me. A brave one I see.

Sliding up behind her I tilt her neck with a slight touch of my fingertips. A soft sigh escapes her lips as I step into and grasp her body firmly in my hands, my lips sliding up to her ear as I whisper...

"Do you fear me young one? Do you fear the cloak of death that now folds over you?"

 

[Freya]

She feels his power in her mind, and in her body, as he moves up behind her. She thinks that she should be feeling fear, but strangely enough, she only feels aroused. Feeling his strong hands grasp her neck and tilt her head back, she leans backwards closer into him. He whispers in her ear, "Do you fear me young one? Do you fear the cloak of death that now folds over you?"

Her heart begins to pound, her blood seems to flow faster in her veins, she feels an odd moistness between her legs. Her mind is swirling but she can't seem to form a coherent thought. She manages to gasp out a sentence, and it's almost as if her tongue has a mind of its own, "No Sir, I do not. Take me."

 

[warriorpoet]

He holds her small delicate hand in his grasp and looks into the clear azure eyes of his forbidden love. He no longer cares about nobility or the cheers of the crowd he has won a love greater than any tournament victory or any golden treasure. He no longer controls his emotions and feel like a mere child with her touch, her gentle caress on his calloused hands hardened by the cold steel of his blade. He touches her like he has never touched another, fore he has never held love in his hand, and never reached out with his heart.

She gently moves her hand not held by his and with the grace of an angel pulls the satin tie that holds her body from his gaze. Her gown now freed form its restraints pours off her body like a waterfall of silk and satin. With every square inch of skin that is revealed he can feel his breath catch in his throat and his body become intoxicated by her radiance. Her pert breasts and delicate nipples that have been kissed by the most beautiful pink flowers of spring are slowly revealed to him. His heart empties of blood and his long shaft thickens inside his leather prison, begging for release, yearning the touch of her delicate skin. As he stands there enraptured by the sight of her heaving bosom the fabric drops across her firm stomach and down across her delicate hips and with a gentle motion that echoes in his ears her clothes pool around her feet.

She is now revealed to him, from her soft eyes and her succulent lips to the gentle slope of her neck and aroused bosom…down his gaze travels….searching her body. Down her slender waist and taut stomach, he begins to shake as he gazes at her soft downy sex that shines in the light with the signs of her arousal. He breathes in a deep breath smelling her arousal in the air making the hair on the back of his next stand on end and the swelling in his pants throb with the rapid beating of his heart.

He feels her grip tighten, as she looks up to him with her crystal blue eyes, seeing deep into his soul and with a gentle flick of her head her golden hair cascades across her soft face. And as the voices of heaven ring out in her prophecy of unbridled love he finds himself for the first time…stunned into silence. He pulls her close to him driving away the darkness between them with the light inside and pulls her lips to his in a kiss that travels from every part of his body to her lips professing his undying love in a touch.

 

[SexyAmber]

She could have sworn she heard something outside, perhaps and animal, perhaps not but it was all forgotten as he snatched her to him.

Within the kiss she was captured. As his commanding mouth met her abundant tiers a soft whimper left her throat. Her hands gripped his shoulders gently as her nude form was pressed to his clothed one, she could feel the sinewy muscles of his broad chest against the faintness of her heaving breasts. Her tongue danced timidly against the orders of his. Her body a wicked arch to his merest of touches. If was if he created her, to respond to him, the way her body moved within his embrace.

The taste of his mouth was maddening, so unreservedly masculine and warm. The tip of her tongue danced across his teeth then back to meet his tongue, a symphony was being created as their warm saliva dripped like honey into each others mouths. She was lost in his kiss, his powerful kisses hunted her sweet silken mouth. Their yearning was painfully obvious, the peaks of her nipples now a ruby throb against the material of his tunic. She could feel the passionate warmth that seemed to gather between her ivory thighs. Her hands moved now with the kiss, her taut belly now tormented by his hardness as it pressed against her. Slender fingers began to unbutton his tunic, her hands shaking violently, yet the kiss unbroken as she fumbled with each button then slid her hands across his chest and up his shoulders until his tunic was a mere memory to his body. It now lay lazily in a puddle on the floor, and her fingertips danced across his strong muscled chest of the most flawless bronze. Memorizing it as she continued to be absorbed in his addicting kiss.

And then their bare flesh collided, her breasts now against his chest. No turning back could exist, nor did she want it to despite her trembling fear. His skin seemed scolding hot as it met the satiny skin of each mound of her bosom. Her nipples so erect and pleading silently for him began to rake his chest, and he could hear the innocent little moans of his virgin bride become more heated as his hands roamed down her bare back and up her sides. He could hear his name, she was almost crying it in her ecstasy of the kiss.

The kiss broke, her teeth biting her bottom lip as if to savor his flavor. Her turquoise gaze cast upward to him and she whispered.

“Make me yours”

 

[SexyAmber]

(OOC - wakey wakey)