Vampiric

[DelilaSophia]

Vivienne

She sank down on the sofa and allowed her upper body to recline back into the cushioned velvet. She crossed her legs neatly and rested one arm on the side arm of the couch. "I hope you're not uncomfortable. Nobody has ever died here that I'm aware of. You really are quite safe, this is one of the few true safe havens you'll find." She was hoping the light touch of humor might help him to be more at ease and she accomapnied it with a tender smile.

Vivienne's mansion, her entire estate, was in fact a very safe place as long as her rules were followed. Since her refugees had always been vampires, the rules mostly entailed not killing people and relying on her to provide hosts in the older days and blood in the later days. There were five, now empty, bedroom upstairs and five miniature, compacted versions of the mansion existed in the form of cottages in the back. Up unter motorized vehicles had really become popular, Vivienne had kept a full stable of carriage ponies and riding horses. Now she walked or found a private cab if she needed to go someone. She'd never taken the time to learn how to drive. Afterall, she had wings and the ability to levitate as well, a car was only necessary for appearances.

She pondered over his solution to the elders but still could find no possible way to make it work. Even if she could get them seperated, and one agreed, the others would simply hire a hunter to kill that one. She sighed a little and looked at him when she realized it had been allowed. "Honestly, I can't fathom a way to stop the elders short of their destruction. There is only one I might be able to talk some sense into and they wouldn't listen to him and he's dreadfully loyal to them." She wanted to be able to tell him there was some magic solution that they could put into action the very next day, but there wasn't one to her knowledge. "If true evil can exist in one once human, you will find it in the elders. I'm ashamed to say I am an elder. They were able to revoke position as a national mistress, but once you become an elder, they can't take that title from you. It was a safety net they invented for themselves."

 

[DelilaSophia]

Bianca

He had a nice smile, Bianca had noticed it before and it helped keep her bloodlust in check. It helped her remember what her life had been like before. She had, afterall, been human once just like every other vampire. "How old do you think I am?" she asked simply.

Perhaps her age would be a nice starting point. Bianca hadn't shared her story with many humans, especially not recently.

 

[AntonioG]

Thinking about this Logan got slightly concerned, most women were sensitive about their age. But if she were a Vampire she could be centuries or even millenia old. So the question was probably an honest one, so he looked and thought for a minute. "If I had to guess, which I do, because you asked me. I'd probably say mid, maybe late 20's."

 

[AngelOfDarkness]

Christian was slowly becoming more comfortable in Vivienne's mansion. At first, it had made him uneasy that other vampires had lived there, and he half expected the air in the house to feel thick with evil. But it didn't. He briefly searched his soul for any life that had been taken in this house trying to reach out to him, but he found none. He also found no traces of evil that would undoubtedly be pressuring his pure soul. He found it reassuring that Vivienne had told the truth about the safety of her home. He was hardly worried about his own safety in this place, for it hadn't really mattered to him if his own spirit would continue, but he did worry about the safety of his mission and the safety of the entire population of angels. He did not want to start a war with vampires, because, in masses, they would not understand the cause. They had to be approached one at a time, when hopefully, whatever was left of their human spirits could be reached.

Satisfied that he and Vivienne were truly alone, Christian finally felt at ease. His body visibly released the tension that had been building in his muscles, and he relaxed. He turned to her. He could tell that she was doing her best.

"I can't justify simply killing them," he said, allowing her to see the conviction he held, "They deserve to be returned to hapiness too. I can't deny them the possibility of freedom and love, even if they have become truly evil. There must be some shred of humanity left in their hearts. If they can remember their families, their friends, their lovers, anyone... then they have a chance. I just have to help them remember. I came to you not knowing what type of person you would be and wanting only to help you. It turned out you didn't need my help to see the truth, but I have to give the others the same chance."

He gently bit his lower lip to silence himself, a habit he had carried on from his life time, knowing he had revealed too many of his innermost thoughts and emotions. He wasn't sure how she would take them, but he was now in far too deep to turn back.

 

[erusian]

Lucas watched them pass on their way to the balcony. He drained his final shot and headed downstairs. The incessant pounding of the speakers would be muffled enough outside for him to hear.

There were a few outcasts smoking in the corners of the open patio. They were all entertained with their internal melodrama. No one paid him more than a first glance.

Lucas rested between the filigreed metal posts that held the weight of the balcony. Shutting out the dull thunder of Ministry reverberating from within the club and the quiet murmur of his fellow outcasts, he focused on the gently rasping voice of the seductress as she began the telling of her tale.

Lucas closed his eyes. He wondered how she would taste.

 

[DelilaSophia]

Vivienne

She nodded. "What you must understand is they don't remember their friends and certainly not their families. Some of them are twice my age. And as far as lovers, they pull in plenty of young people, spend a maximum of a week with them and then drain them dry. I hope I don't offend you with my bluntness, but I've been there."

Oh yes, she'd been there. She'd seen the bodies and heard the screams. But at the time she had been only just learning of her powers and was too weak to anything. Her eyes seemed to drift for a moment, darkening almost to the color of the deep green velvet upholstery.

"I was lucky. I didn't have to stay with them. My family kept me. But they all passed on eventually, the life span back then wasn't even close to what it is now." A soft expression of fondness crossed her features for a moment.

"However, if you know something I don't and you think you can convince them, I can get you in. I can't promise you protection though. As you can imagine, they don't like angels."

She felt it was her duty to help. She had been trying for years and if this man had a way to solve the problem she had no qualms about doing everything she could to help him. He seemed good and honest, of course, he was an angel afterall.

Despite the dark topic, she was enjoying the company. She hadn't entertained a male visitor in such a long time, although she supposed she wasn't really entertaining him. She was just speaking with him. And she was finally allowed herself to admit he was attractive. Most of the male vampires she'd met were either only interested in her power or felt overshadowed by it. Vivienne was not vain, but she she did have a certain regal air about her that had come with her age. This angel didn't seemed to mind. If anything he was respectful.

 

[AngelOfDarkness]

"No, your bluntness is very much appreciated," he said, "And I certainly don't presume to know more than you about the hierarchy of vampires. I hope I didn't offend you, it wasn't my intention. But, however naive it might be, I still have to try. There really is no purpose for an angel if he is just going to sit by and watch evil go on in the world." He finished with a soft smile, giving a definite sense of conclusiveness to his words.

"Vivienne, I'm sorry for barging into your life like this. I had no idea you're such a good-natured woman, although I'd heard of your beauty," he gave her a meek grin.

 

[DelilaSophia]

Bianca

She smiled, perhaps a bit darkly, her fangs remained pushed over her lips like a pair of miniature pearl daggers. "One hundred and fourty-five this year. But, then again I was changed at eighteen." Sometimes she wished Eaton had waited a little longer before he'd changed her, given her body a little time to mature, but he hadn't and now she was eternally eighteen.

She certained wasn't bothered by his answer. Her head turned a fraction of an inch when Lucas passed through the door, but she made no move to investigate. There were still people around, not nearly as many, but plenty.

She kept the majority of her attention on Logan. He'd trusted her enough to follow her outside and she planned to broaden his horizons more than a little that night.

 

[DelilaSophia]

Vivienne

Vivienne couldn't help but laugh a bit at his last statement. "I don't believe anyone has ever told me stories of my beauty are circulating. I think the general consensus of those who've heard of but never seen me is that I'm old and terribly ugly." The smile lingered on her lips, a genuine smile. Her sharp fangs were hardly noticeable then, they'd receded back into her gums for the most part thus making her look almost normal in that respect.

She pulled her long ebony hair over her right shoulder, letting the excess pool next to her thigh on the sofa cushion, and running her fingers through it. It was obviously a feature she was very pleased with and such long hair had become almost obselete in the modern world.

She looked down her feet, they were a bit sore from the shoes, she ordinarily wandered around her house barefoot. "Do you mind?" she asked gesturing towards her feet. He didn't seem to, so she leaned down and began unfastening the straps, then setting the shoes aside, under the coffee table. She pulled her legs up onto the couch, folding them to one side gracefully.

 

[AngelOfDarkness]

He surely wouldn't tell her, but the stories of her beauty did, indeed circulate. He had been warned about her beauty. He had been warned against all vampires, in fact. They used their beauty to trap their prey. But Christian was fairly certain that Vivienne didn't consider him "prey." "Whoever thought that you look old obviously doesn't have very good eyesight," he said, laughing a bit.

"It's nice, isn't it? To be eternally young? I've seen what's happened to most people at the age I should be at. High blood pressure, heart attacks, all kinds of awful diseases. . . It's nice to not have to worry." His voice trailed off for a moment. "Sometimes, though, I wonder what we'd look like if we had been allowed to grow old. I'd like to see myself with wrinkles or something; i'd like to see all of us with wrinkles, you know?" It was apparent now that his guard had dropped and he was speaking with her openly. His eyes traveled back to lock with hers, and he could see the twinkle in them.

"I guess I should stop wondering what everything would have been like if things hadn't turned out the way they did. It's best to live in reality. I have a feeling you would be a bit older than me, though," he smiled devilishly.

He watched as Vivienne pulled her legs up onto the couch and admired how elegant she looked even in such a position. She seemed to hold every bit of her youth, no matter how old she actually was. He couldn't help smiling at her.

 

[AntonioG]

Logan just shook his head astonished. "One Hundred and Forty Five? That's incredible, the things you've probably seen, and done. Some of mankinds greatest and most terrible deeds have occured in that span of time, but that's a conversation for another day." Bianca had Logan's full attention, her beauty and the upcoming tale assured that, he didn't even notice the man following them.

 

[DelilaSophia]

Vivienne

She nodded at his comment that she was likely older. "I'm every bit of three hundred and six." She certainly didn't look three hundred and six. She'd been turned at eighteen and she would have trouble even passing for a woman in her early twenties. However, most people who talked with her for longer than five minutes had no trouble believing her to be a mature woman.

She was usually considered a refreshing change from the girls of modern birth. She wore no make up and had no tattooes or piercings save her ears which were decorated with a pair of simple pearl earrings. She wasn't quite sure why they hadn't lost their piercing, most of her wounds healed instantly, but apparently they had healed around the earrings. Her hair was also completely natural. Not dyed or permed. It was a bit wavy from the braid it had been in, but otherwise it was simply a cascade of black silken strands framing her elegant features.

"I also sometimes wonder how I would look if I had been allowed to mature even a little more." she confessed, her voice softened to a tone of reminescing. "However, if I had, I'd be dead now and no matter how awful things get, I just can't bring myself to wish I was dead." That was an honest thought of her own. It was almost stated like a confession, as if she were supposed to wish she were dead but not doing so was wrong. For a moment, while she spoke those words, she looked to him for what seemed like acceptance or assurance.

 

[DelilaSophia]

Bianca

"Well, I won't hold you in suspense any longer. I'm sure you're just dying to know my past." the sarcasm that dripped from her words was playful as was her facial expression: a pretty smile and her eyes flickering playfully as well.

"I was born sometime in the summer of 1860 in England if I'm not mistaken. All of my birth records were destroyed when I was turned. My father was a well-to-do merchant, my mother obviously stayed home as was the proper thing to do in that time. I had two siblings: an older brother named Orion and a younger sister named Catherine. I guess I was a fairly normal girl for that time. I liked to ride horses, I remember that." It was obvious she didn't remember too many details, but she continued on.

"I was fairly close to my brother. We rode together quite a bit and he was great fun. Catherine and I never really were very close. I know they both died, along with my parents, but I don't know when or how." She paused for a moment and ran her fingers through her straight, black hair, a habit she had when she was trying to recall something.

I courted by a rich male vampire named Eaton. I later discovered he wanted me only as a pet, a cruel form of amusement in my opinion. But of course I fell for him. A man with money was even more desirable then than it is now, if you can believe it. Eventually he turned me and I left my parents home and moved to his mansion with him. It was quite the scandal. My family pretended I was dead.

 

[AngelOfDarkness]

"It's ok, you don't have to feel sorry," he said, "No one wants to die. I don't mind being alive because I get to work on things I feel strongly about, and so do you. But I do feel bad for those who have to live forever conducting evil." He was surprised at where the conversation had gone. It had slipped easily from his original purpose to a topic he could have discussed with another angel. His eyes softened at the reminiscent tone of her voice and he realized then that he very much enjoyed her company.

He stood up slowly and moved over to join her on the sofa. "Do you mind?" he asked, slowly placing on of her elegant feet in his lap and gently massaging it. She seemed unsure of what he was doing, but then a knowing smile of approval came to her face. He could tell that she was unaccustomed to physical contact, at least for a very long time, but he believed that once she got used to it, she would enjoy it. He glanced down at his work, tenderly pressing on each toe and warming them with his touch. He worked the tension from the balls of her feet and her heels. She seemed to be amused by his actions, with a faint grin on her lips, but every once in a while, she would close her eyes and draw a breath between her lips ever so slightly that she seemed pleased.

"I hope I don't bother you with my affection," he said, now finished giving the massage but with his finger tips still brushing her toes, which remained in his lap. "I've always related best to people through my touch." He knew that, coming from an angel, it sounded exactly as he had meant it to sound, gentle, honest, and caring.

 

[DelilaSophia]

Vivienne

She hadn't been completely surprised by his actions and she certainly didn't mind. He was so warm, she'd forgotten how warm a pair of hands could be. She adjusted her position, turning her body so that she was leaning against the armrest , her long, slender extended down the couch into his lap.

"I'm not bothered at all." She felt that answer was sufficent. If she had been bothered he would have quite clearly known and she had a feeling he knew that too.

Between soft, deep pleasured breaths she inwardly told herself he was a brave sole to jump that barrier. No one had touched her in anything more than a hand shake or a brief hug in a very, very long time. Of course there had been those who wanted to, but she had been on such a pedestal that they didn't dare take a chance. And it was probably best they hadn't, up until very recently her entire life revolved around one thing: finding a way for humans and vampires to live in harmony. Now she was beginning to feel lonely, this angel was helping her to see that as well.

As his massage ended, her eyes opened, she had been enjoying the relaxing and, she admitted, somewhat erotic sensations. If felt as though he body had warmed at least ten degrees. She found that her mind became more focused on him, a soft, unintentional whimper escaped her lips, seemingly an involuntary request that he not stop touching her.

 

[AngelOfDarkness]

Christian heard Vivienne's faint whimper and knew almost instantly what she wanted. She was so beautiful, she could probably have any man, demon, vampire, or anyone else she wanted. Yet she seemed lonely. He patted the sofa next to him and helped her turn so that her back was towards him.

He gathered her long, dark hair and placed it over her shoulder. He then moved his strong hands to her shoulders and began a pattern of massaging them. She just slightly leaned back against him as he loosened the muscles in her delicate shoulders and the back of her neck. His hands traveled down her back, carefully unzipping her silk dress and pushing the straps down over her shoulders just enough to reveal the smooth skin of her back. His intention was not to undress her, but only to continue his deep massage down between her shoulder blades and on to her lower back.

From the way he was positioned, Christian could not see the expression on her face, but he trusted that she would stop him if she was unhappy. He closed his eyes and continued to rub her back. Then he paused and opened his eyes, leaning over her shoulder slightly so he could face her. His hands never left her skin, "Do you feel alright?"

 

[AntonioG]

Logan takes a sip of his Diet Pepsi listening the story unfold, completely and totally entranced.

 

[erusian]

Eaton.

Lucas shuffled through his collection of mental dossiers. It wasn't a name he recognized. But then, by 1860 he had been in the Americas for nearly a decade. He had fled Ireland in '52, packed into the belly of a coffin ship alongside the emaciated and diseased victims of the English Crown's indifference.

He had been in County Derry investigating the cult Cur-fola-Grian. These sadly misguided imbeciles were attempting to break the seal of Leacht Abhartach and exhume the body of one of the worst leeches to ever disgrace the annals of time. Lucas had been there to see his final demise, so long ago. He was intent on seeing that Abhartach remained right where he was - in oblivion.

He was too late, though. When he arrived at Slaughtaverty, the town was locked down, it's folk petrified in terror. The remains of the young men that had violated that unholy tomb had been piled in a field outside of the town and burnt. Lucas had squeezed as much of the story as he could from the locals. It wasn't much to go on, but it was enough to know that it was time to leave.

There's nothing like the hunger of an Elder newly awakened.

He shook off the memory of the days that followed. They were all together... unwholesome.

"Would you like one?", a Marlboro danced in a cross-dressed boy's fingers. "A cigarette?"

"Nah, thanks though", Lucas half-smiled his appreciation and leaned back against the wall, waiting to learn more...

 

[DelilaSophia]

Vivienne

Her body quivered when he unzipped her dress and she felt a bit nervous with her bra exposed, even if it was just the back of it. It was a very sleek, black satin strapless bra and further down her body the matching g-string hugged her smooth skin. She didn't find herself worried at the moment that he might see it, and yet no one since her maids of many years ago had ever seen her in less than the past equivelent of lounge wear.

When he moved over her to see her, her eyes were closed, long lashes fluttering against her delicated scuplted cheeks, eyelids lifting to make eye contact, her lips were parted slightly, her tongue slipped between them to moisten them before she replied to his question, her voice soft and breathy. "I feel lovely, absolutely lovely." A very light blush crossed her features after she spoke, she hadn't meant to make her already obvious pleasure even more so.

Her eyes gave her regardless of her words, her pupils were dilated, a clear sign of some sort of pleasure and possibly arousal. She enjoyed being nestled back in his lap, it brought to her a feeling of peace, she wasn't sure if it was because he was an angel or simply because he was a man. His fingers certainly felt like a piece of heaven. Her body was relaxed and open. Her inside arm was draped over her inside leg, palm and forearm up exposing the delicate flesh. Her other arm lay on the edge of the couch, wrist resting on the edge, hand hanging loosely of the edge, fingers quivering each time he brushed the sensitive nape of her neck and towards her lower back. Her legs were stretched out, bent ever so slightly towards the couch.

 

[DelilaSophia]

Bianca

Logan seemed interested, more so than she had expected and she was certain the other man was listening as well. "I lived with Eaton for over four months. He doted on me with the finest clothing and luxuries available at the time and we dined on the finest aristocratic blood. It was a fad with some of the aristocraticrats to be hosts. It provided excitements for their otherwise dull lives. We ran around the mansion in nothing but our ungarments at time, or he bought me fine lingerie and dresses so daring they could only have been made for tarts. He even gave me the most impressive vampiric horse, my lovely Sapphira. During the day we slept together in a magnificent poster bed. Eaton was like no other man ever to exist." Her story seemed to be fond, but her tone and her eyes were not.

"He left me after the four months. He just disappeared leaving me the mansion all to myself. I was scared to death. It was circulating that the powerful elder vampires were very diswraught that he had turned me. His bloodline was one of bloodlust and uncontrollable animal desire. He passed that on to me and they were furious. I fled home.

"My parents and my sister were absolutely shocked to see me. I think my mother and sister fainted. The maids had been told I had been killed and thought I was a ghost. My bother Orion was the only one to welcome me home. They let me stay until they caught me drinking from a gentleman caller." A soft laugh passed through her lips. "I think they would have preferred to find us naked in the throes of sexual passion more than what they did see. They banished me from the house after that. I only saw them after that at the funeral of my father. After that I stayed in full seclusion in the mansion."

Her voice paused, she glanced around at the other people on the balcony, assuring that none of them were paying enough attention to understand. She was always a little cautious about sharing her past in public. She turned to Logan and inquired "Is it coming together so far?" Her eyes glanced over his diet beverage, it seemed to amuse her a little. She'd never fully understood the concept of diet anything, especially beverages.

 

[AntonioG]

Logan nods slowly, it was coming together, this woman was a for real, immortal vampire. Yet still, he wasn't afraid he'd have been dead long before now, if she'd wanted to kill him. "I don't mean any offense, but how did you come to terms with your new being, the fact that you are now perpetually eighteen, and that you need blood to survive. I mean, it's got to be an awesome burden, especially when placed squarely on the shoulders of one so young as you were."

 

[DelilaSophia]

Bianca

She considered his question for a moment. She hadn't really thought about it much before that moment. She had always just handled things. "At first, when Eaton was around, it was like a game. An erotic and very high stakes games in which we couldn't lose. But after him and after my family wouldn't take me, I stayed at the mansion in seclusion. I hunted, if you like that term, at night, but most of the time people were waiting outside the gates. At first they became annoyed I would no longer let them inside, but then they didn't seem to mind. I suspect Eaton had them sent there. I was his mistake and I guess he wanted to see I proved my worth to the other elders. After that it just settled in as my way of life. It's become even easier now, this culture of death is full of people who offer to pay to drink from them."

"As far as being young, it's not really a problem. I mean I was never old to start with so I don't know if I missed out or not. It's not as fantastic as you might think, I guess, but I'm not complaining."

 

[AngelOfDarkness]

Christian watched her fingers quiver as he touched her delicate skin. He thought, absently, that she was even more beautiful now that she had let go than when she had been in such powerful control. He found it comforting to see her relaxing and enjoying his touch instead of trying to hold herself constantly in check. He wondered how many people she had let see her like this. He figured that Vivienne would have a difficult time just allowing herself to feel. He was happy that he could jelp her to do his.

Although Christian had long since admitted that Vivienne was attractive, he was now letting himself become attracted to her. Before he had thought of her as very beautiful, but a vampire. Now he was seeing her as a sexy woman with genuine feelings and desires. His hands slid back up to her shoulders and slowly slid the straps away from them.

Bringing her body back to him so they were pressed together, Christian dipped his head and softly placed his lips on the nape of her neck. He heard her gasp slightly and assumed that this was a sensitive area of her body. He intended to find out just how sensitive. He continued to hold her shoulders and carress them as his kisses danced across the back of her neck. His tongue slid between his lips and lightly traced a trail to the tender skin of her throat. He kissed and sucked on her throat so softly that it could barely be felt, his slow breaths falling on the moist skin beneath his lips. He paused for a moment and raised his head to meet her green gaze. Her head had turned towards him, either voluntarily or involuntarily, but he was now staring directly into her eyes.

 

[AntonioG]

Logan was flabbergasted and it probably showed. "People actually "PAY" to have you drink from them? Speaking of, how much do you drink, about as much as they take when you donate? I'm obviously not very knowledgable, but would like to become so." Taking another drink of his Diet Pepsi, he politely asks Bianca "Would you mid if I smoked a cigarette?"

 

[DelilaSophia]

Vivienne

Vivienne was beginning to react just like any other young woman experiencing her first intimate contact. She wanted to explore it, to find out if it was all it was rumored to be. Of course she felt a little shy, another light blush painted her features as she considered the thought, but she wanted it.

The kisses across the nape of her neck seemed to electrify every nerve in her body, she quivered and was almost certain she felt her nipples gather. The tiny sensitive pink nubs pushed against the lining of her bra, of course this had happened before, but only from chill or a hot bath, never from touch. She leaned back against him, her slim curved hips fitting easily between his legs, she could feel the heat of his body so well.

His lips on her throat caught her by surprise and her eyes fluttered open. If she had any inhibirtions, they lasted only a fraction of a section and her eyes fell in contact with his. She knew he could see the arousal, if not in her eyes in the flushed pink of her cheeks and the pinkening of the flesh on her chest.

Her hands raised sliding onto his upper arms, tentatively at first, then gaining certainty. Her left hand rested on his shoulder, the long, slender fingers of her right hand traced his collarbone, exploring the contours over and over. She wanted to learn every inch, she wanted to know him. Vivienne was naturally a very inquisitive woman, but this was more than just curiousity, this was a true desire.

The attention of his lips and the warmth of his breath brought soft, almost inaudible moans from her lips. She was obviously trying to control at least her vocals, but it was proving to be quite a task even for one with such power.