Pact break (M)

Subject: Pact break (M) Mon Jan 23, 2012 8:28 am

Please be aware that this Role-play thread is rated "M" for mature.
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For ten long years an uneasy truce has existed between the supernaturals after the humans discovered their world. The pact was formed due to a need to prove to the humans that they weren't just the boogie men (and women) from movies. Now however something is coming that will push the pact to breaking point. Ten years without violence broken in a single night. A vampires coven burned to the ground in the middle of the day those the fire didn't take the sun did. No accelerent was found proving it was a hit from the supernatural community. That was the start though such an incident alone would have been perfectly fine it was what was to happen next that would cause the biggest problem. The birth of an abomination worse even than the Damphears born of human and vampire which had happened rarely before even the pact was formed. No this was the union of claw and fang, a lycanpire, power of both but stronger than either. No one knows what will happen now this child has been born though the ripples will be felt the world over.

Long silvergrey hair shimmering in the wind as he runs, child in his arms, knowing he wont be able to stay there anymore the mother no doubt lost as she stayed behind to cover his escape with their child. He glances up at the full moon cursing. They'll be able to see him easier if they pursue. "I'm sorry little one" he says "this could be uncomfortable but we'll get away better" Throwing his head back he unleashes a window rattling howl shifting to half form springing along his speed doubled knowing he needs to get to the next safe house once they they can rest hopefully not need to run for a while at least.

Subject: Re: Pact break (M) Tue Jan 24, 2012 12:28 am

From behind a large desk he sat, the eldest vampyre still remaining in the public; he who started and relied heavily on the truce. He was staring at an antique telephone with spin dial. His eyes were dark as Lucifer's himself, his skin paler than snow, his hair the colors of burnt marshmallows--from dark at the roots to white at the tips.

The phone rang.

He licked his lips, his chest was rising and falling like that of an expectant father waiting for the bad news that his son was killed in a car accident.

The phone rang again.

He reached a quivering hand towards the contraption.

The phone rang a third time.

He quickly picked it up and placed the receiver on his ear.

"Hello?" his voice was cool, crisp, like the first day of spring. He closed his eyes and exhaled, his shoulders sloping in defeat.

"It has been done..." he said, waving in the darkness as if it couldn't be helped--that it was expected.

A woman walked into his office, also fair skined, but blonde, with deep sea blue eyes. She was holding a swaddling in her arms, rocking it gently, patting it on it's rump. She was elegant looking, wearing beautiful jewels and a beautiful royal and navy blue dress that was reminiscent of Jessica Rabbit's getup. She stared at the Vampyre in front of her, sitting down on the ornate, antique chair across from him.

"Yes... yes, I suppose it has begun," he sighed into the phone. "Yes... I have all of my plans set... Yes, the misses and our son will be flying out tonight back home... Take care of yourself James... yes, yes you will be the first I contact..."

He placed the phone on the rack gently, covering his eye line with his opposite hand. He sighed again. A single blood-tear trickled from his left eye. He quickly wiped it away, licking it off of his thumb.

"You knew this would happen," the lady spoke at last, her voice was soft and warm, like velvet.

"Yes... I knew..."

"It's an abomination..." she whispered, kissing their beautiful, pure-blood son on the forehead.

"So they say..." he responded forlornly.

"I suspect we're leaving? I've been packed for days..."

"Then find Robert... get him to get our car ready..."

"I've already done that."

"Always three steps ahead," he chuckled softly, looking up at his wife with a hopeful smile. "Let us go before the resistance comes upon our mansion."

He stood, collecting a briefcase from nearby, warped his arm around his wife, and flash-fluttered out with her to their car. They were sped off into the night, into the darkness, into the unknown.

Subject: Re: Pact break (M) Tue Jan 24, 2012 6:57 am

She waits beneath the rubble he believe had become her tomb. The stakes that had fallen were fraction of an inch from her body even a millimeter over and the collapse would have ended her. She waits for the call to be ended before springing forth "NEXT TIME CHECK BEFORE YOU REPORT" she calls bursting from the rubble stake in hand "not that there will be a next time" she laughs lunging forward only to be knocked away.

"don't you think I would have done that?" he replies holding her still "go now ok I actually believe in your love and your child"

"double cross me and I will dust you" she says turning on her heal her crimson hair flowing behind her as she flickers faster than all but the eldest of her kind fueled by the vestigial wings that are the blood legacy of her ancient bloodline. She knows where she must go. She gives the knock holding up her left wrist revealing the lupine tattoo that shows despite what she is she is a wolffriend.

"GENNY" he calls dashing through the corridor as the call goes up that somehow she survived. He doesn't even pause as he gets to her throwing himself into her arms as they hold each other their kisses reaffirming their relationship. "come she's sleeping" he smiles "you must tell me how you survived tell me everything my moonlight angel"

Subject: Re: Pact break (M) Tue Jan 24, 2012 8:21 pm

It is the year 2012, not much has changed in the world, other than whispers of an unnamed terror forming in the east by the repulsive mutt and traitor resistance. Humans are still on the edge after what happened nearly two decades ago in the Americas where rogue red-neck human resistance deputies attempted to destroy and defile all creatures of darkness. It has been said that, but if you really know where to go, and who to ask for you can still find them buried in the shadows. The humans are still under the allusion that the world is going to end, as well. Silly humans.

Flash forward to an old, ornate, stone-crafted family manor in the snowy peaks of northern Norway. Not a living soul comes this far north because of the weather, but sometimes, someone gets lost... and they're never heard from again. Rumors are there are Vampyre living in the manor, so further avoidance of mountaineers and hikers makes the barren wasteland even more lonely. They hardly have any visitors, in fact, so they usually have to seduce lower-class citizens like prostitutes and strippers from large cities south. It's not an awful life, they are headquarters for the Vampyre brotherhood in Northern Europe, so they get many a traveling Vampyre on their way to another place, or just hiding until their trail goes cold in any cold-case murders.

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He walks down the long hall, the heels of his shiny black shoes clack on the marble floor. He focuses on the door on the other side, knocking it open with ease, but catching it before it crashes against the pillar wreathed with ivy.

"Sir, I have urgent business to discuss with you," says James, his hair has grown in 18 years but his glasses are still the same--very thin framed, wire, fancy 1800's glasses. He sits down in the chair across from his friend and sire, adjusting any wrinkles in his smart pin-striped suit. He is small and wiry with sullen cheeks and cold eyes, any mortal would shiver under his gaze and glance away, or feel uncomfortable with him being int he room. That is what his sire loved best about him. He looked the part, he even acted the part.

"Go on," responds Guðfriðr from behind his chair. He is looking solomnly out the window as snow falls down on his property. His fingers are laced together as his chin rests on them. His eyes remain unblinking as he spins his chair around, remaining in the same position momentarily. He lets his hands drop and a warm smile spreads over his features. "Ah, James, yes, very good, what is the news, then?"

"You've heard about the mysterious amounts of violence in the eastern mountains, near the local's 'forbidden forest'," he says cautiously, glancing around to make sure that his Sire's wife was not in the room.

"Yes, I have been paying close attention to the rumors... you don't suppose...?"

"OH yes, sir, I do..."

"Then... the child IS in danger, my son is gathering a small force to find it...and eliminate it."

"Why don't you stop him?"

"Do sons ever listen to fathers?"

James's face went stoic and he bowed his head, remembering how he even became a vampire--it was mostly due to his father, his father had warned him about giving into sins of the flesh--look where it got him now. He straightened his back and looked at his Master.

"What can we do?"

"Counter force, of course," he said softly.

"But... sir!" gasped James, standing abruptly with his hand over his mouth.

"Yes... I know... and you must think of me as insensitive and cruel... but... sacrifices must be made for the greater good... and it is good that we want in the world, is it not?" the elder responded wisely.

"You know something that you're not saying..." James responded, tilting his head.

His master merely chuckled.

She stood in the basement which was converted into a night-club feel. Humans mingled among vampire, all clean, all beautiful women and men. She smiled as she wiped the bar down, her long locks put up except a few tendrils at her temples. She watched her son seduce a young woman, with his advanced glamour techniques, who was dancing sexually on a pole in front of him.

"Good boy," she purred as she poured a drink for the human who walked up to her. She also handed the man a warm goblet of blood for his Mistress.

Her body moved up and down the pole as his eyes hungrily took her in. Every part of her flesh pulsed just where he could see her veins. He licked his lips and watched her continue her enticing charade. He was 18 tonight, a lucky boy indeed, as this beautiful, busty brunette made his mouth salivate and his nether-regions tingle. He didn't know if he wanted to eat her first then fuck her, or fuck her first and eat her... either way she only had hours left of her life... he never really understood self control.

He chuckled darkly as she made her way off the pole-table and onto his lap, grinding her body against him. She kissed his neck softly and his fangs extended without any more provocation. He glanced over to his long time friend and motioned him over--he was always so stoic and bored looking--he had a right to join in on the fun.

"Neils" He called when waving his hands about did him no good. He watched his friend stand and look at him. He pointed to the babe in his lap, running her hands up his chest as she bit and tugged on his earring. "C'mon, pick a chick and let's get out of here."

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She woke up with a start, her heart pounding, her chest heaving. She glanced around the room to make sure she didn't conjure any water orbs that would surely break without her concentration. She rubbed her eyes groggily and stood from her bed, throwing a house coat around herself. She opened the door to her room and wandered down the corridor.

It was quite at three-o-clock in the morning, well, with the exception of the witches casting some of their protective spells. Her bare feet pattered on the stony floor of the hallway. She drew in her coat closer to her as she got nearer her best friends room. There were always guards standing outside. She smiled at them nervously--even if she wasn't the enemy they always made her feel like she was--they always glowered at her, their eyes forming slats in glare-like fashion.

"'scuse me," she said politely, pushing through the door. A night maid sat in the chair knitting, she stood abruptly as she had every night since Silvia could remember with a stake, noted it was her, then sat back down, going back into her knitting.

Silvia walked to the edge of her best friends bed, poked her gently, then shook her softly.

"Adelina," she said quietly--her voice was like a summer's breeze--quiet and warm, but faded away too early. She started shaking her again, gently. "Adeliiiiiiiiiiiiinaaaaa!!"

Subject: Re: Pact break (M) Wed Jan 25, 2012 7:38 am

Neils looks around the club his long blood red hair flowing down his back his jet white skin brilliant even against the unnatural pallor of the vampires surrounding him. It doesn't take long till he spots his type the psudogoth walking around her selfloathing clear on her face. A smile spreads across his face yes tonight he would feed well on her soul. With the barest incline of his finger he encourages her to join him knowing she wouldn't resist him no one ever had yet. He takes her hand smiling joining his friend as they exit the club. "tonight will be a good night for us" he says smiling or at least what a cruel version of a smile he could create.

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"huh wha boobs?" says Adelina still groggy barely awake. "what is it?" she flips up out the bed her nightgown flapping up showing what isn't underneath her long jet black hair flows around her body as she lands. she begins searching round looking for something to throw on. Grabbing her favorite outfit she gets changed not caring who looks knowing she has a kickass body. "so what we doin today?"

She patrols the outer wall never truly having settled into this life of peace fully. She's convinced that something is coming and their safety is less secure than any of them know. she freezes as she spots movement out well beyond the sight of any non vampires. She stares out trying to figure out if its friend foe or animal.

a howl cracks the darkness as he runs back his elation clear in his movements loving the freedom of the run. He has no idea yet of the forces exploring their forest coming closer and closer to their sanctuary.

Subject: Re: Pact break (M) Thu Jan 26, 2012 1:00 am

After the short conversation with his sire, James made his way back down the corridor even more confused than he was entering his master’s office. He shrugged himself into the library and began pondering who he could trust. As of late the coven was completely split down the middle, half were on his master’s side, half were on his master’s wife’s side—including his son. It was disturbing to James that Guðfriðr was okay with his son being a lost cause, even potentially being killed by his own coven, but he suspected his master had a trick or two up his sleeve. He hadn’t seen that ruthless side of him since before the dawning of the last century. Still, he had a lot to do and a short amount of time to do it—rumor was Rayne was to start recruiting before the end of the fortnight, and they were still just barely understanding the Intel. He shook his head, took out a piece of paper from the desk he sat at, and began scribing different ideas.

Latest intelligence, through the grape vine, was that the childe was a female. He smiled to himself as he turned back towards the cold winter world out his window. He was sure the only way to bring back the pact, to re-establish the supernaturals into the world, was through the very thing that broke apart their cause in the first place... and that thing was Love. It was always there, all along... from the first Vampyre-Human companionship, now to the hybrid of claw and fang. It had to be embraced, just as everything else in the world form the beginning of time had to eventually be embraced. He chuckled to himself--he had just the man to do it... his own son... but how would he sway him? How would he disconnect the umbilical chord from thw wife he had come to despise. Simple... he'd have to make it seem like he was interested in the cause, he had to decay the whole thing from the source--his son's hatred for the lycans. It was all to simple, he would go in, guns blazing, thinking it was a male child, a fair fight... only to find it is a female childe, a fragile female childe with twice the strength and agility that his son could ever hope to posses, even if he made it to as old as he, his father, was. He chuckled darkly. yes, it was a delicious idea.

She continued her night out at the bar after watching her son leave with his deplorable friend and two lady companions. She suspected she'd better call the maid in warning--a bloodbath was to happen tonight, she was sure of it, a blood bath in her own sons room. she laughed at the thought, oh how brilliant she had brought him up with little to no resistance from his soft-hearted father. It was strange, really, how he simply gave control over to her once she asked--but that always seemed to slip her mind when her darling child was doing everything in his nature. She was proud, she beamed as she continued to fill drinks and feel the lust in the room wax and wane.

Rayne pulled the girl towards him as he walked into the corridor. She simply wrapped her legs around his hips and he carried her with ease, feeling his member pulse softly against her barely clothed maidenhood. He glanced at his friend and laughed. "How's a foursome sound, then, eh?" It was always easier to finish off a girl when his best friend was able to take her soul first. He wouldn't tell anyone, but killing always gave him this weak feeling in the pit of his stomach. His mother insisted it was just nerves, just the thrill of the kill and he wasn't comprehending the utter ecstasy that came with it--but it still bothered him deep inside. That's what he loved about his 'brother': he could simply do what he could not, and it was glorious having him around to do his dirty work. He actually admired and wished to be more like him... but a Shade-Vampyre mix...? Satan himself would frown upon that unholy union.

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She blushed and looked away as her friend roused from bed. It didn't really matter that they've known each other all of their lives--there was just that awkwardness about seeing another female body for Silvia, and it had nothing to do with her sexuality--she had experimented with both boys and girls and found them equally stimulating... it was just so strange seeing the girl she considered her sister wander around bottom bare to sleep.

Her eyes shifted on her best friend as she went to start getting dressed.

"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa!!! Adelina, It's only 3AM... You told me to wake you up when I had that dream again... so... here I am..." she said softly, pulling the clothes away from her best friend, and instead wrapping her in a silky, feminine house coat. She smiled and grabbed a brush from nearby, brushing out Adelina's tangles without so much as hurting her perfect little head. "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind me kipping in here the rest of the night with you... I'm always at ease when I'm here, y'know?"

Subject: Re: Pact break (M) Thu Jan 26, 2012 7:07 am

"let us do it" he smiles already having seen the weakness deep inside his 'friend' he's noticed the reticence to kill that slight blanching at the kill his reticence towards violence. He laughs as they get to the room pushing the girl down tearing her clothes off, he was always the more violent of the two, he holds her down one hand on her neck as he starts sucking hard and biting on her nipples his other hand teasing her already moist womanhood. "we have a right one here" he says laughing in delight. He squeezes her neck harder as he feels her pleasure building cutting off her air as she explodes with pleasure more than she has ever done before. He pulls his hand away and forces her to turn over whereupon he forces himself hard into her.

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"oh OH" she says realizing what was going on "come on then babe" she laughs she's always delighted in teasing her friend ever since she found her in bed with one of the maids "I knew you'd find your way back into my bed again. You just cant resist the soft touch of my hands can you?" she drags her back towards the bed her hair half brushed "we can do my hair later lets get you some rest." she throws back the covers pushing her BFF in first before joining her "so... what happened this time in your dream?" she asks putting her arm around her best friend.

She glances down to her love Lucian returning from a run. She hops off the wall landing before him "there is something out there" she says "i'm not sure what but its just out past the clearing. Would you...?"

"Go out and check it out?" he growls a very wolf like voice at the moment "of course my little blood orchid"

"i would go myself but soon the sun will rise" she says

"go rest my sweet i'll find the truth no matter what"

Subject: Re: Pact break (M) Fri Jan 27, 2012 1:39 am

As he closed the door behind him his eyes averted form his best friend and focused on her. She was tantalizing, her smell intoxicating. She kissed him roughly, taking clumps of his hair into her hand as she did so. His fangs scraped the inside of her bottom lip as she kissed him, her sweet, alcohol infused blood leaked into his mouth. Without much thought he shoved her down, taking quick jerky movements to unzip his pants. She automatically took the bate and began bobbing her tightened lips over his member. He craned his head back and let a soft, rolling moan fall from his lips, grabbing the back of her hair and helping her with her movements. She choked a few times before he let her back up, refusing kisses from her lips as he gently kissed around the base of her neck. It took all of his energy to focus away from that delicious pulsing vain as he ran his hands up her things and began stroking her clit in a come-hither motion. She moaned and squirmed under him tilting her neck towards him--inviting him to bite. He held off a little longer, taking long strokes on his manhood as he pleasured her.

She aught to feel one more surge of endorphins before he takes her away from this plane--it's only fair, right?

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"OH haha, stop being such a tease you little tart," laughed Silvia, climbing into bed with her best friend. She nuzzled against her in a playful manner before stroking her arm gently, then her demeanor changes, a frown forms at her lips, her eyes dart away and she shrugs sadly. "It's always the same... I watch this dark creature come upon you... and he takes you away... before I can see which direction he goes I hear your scream from the distance... and then I wake up... It's a horrible dream..."

"...but..." she yawned, scooting down in the bed more so that she can lean against the pillow on her upper arm. "...as long as I'm here... I wont let it happen..."

Subject: Re: Pact break (M) Tue Jan 31, 2012 9:55 am

"yes let go of your hold" he says his voice seductive and laced with a power more potent than glamour aimed directly at the two women writing in ecstasy before him. Slowly he sees it though his own special vision, the hold they have on their souls grows weaker and weaker. "Your souls are ours" he says inclining a finger as two pinpricks of light burst forth from their mouths their souls flowing outward and into him their bodies falling limp not dead just know will at all. their heart still beats their lungs still breath but nothing else affects them no thoughts no feelings just existence.

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She holds her friend close to her "its just a dream nothing more than that" she says comforting her stroking her hair softly "it'll be ok do you think any one could take me from you? do you think i would ever let anyone take me from you? how long have we been friends? how long have we know each other? do you really think i'd let anything happen to you?

he runs onward out into the forest to find what can be found shifting back into full wolf form

Subject: Re: Pact break (M) Sat Feb 04, 2012 12:41 am

The girl’s souls were ripped from them faster than he had intended, but his blood lust seemed far more persistent than his yearning for physical completeness. His teeth sunk into his mistress’s neck; he drained her slowly, swishing her delicious blood in his mouth as if he were a wine connoisseur enjoying an antiqued burgundy.

His eyes shaded black, the color and whites completely falling into dark pools of darkness. He laughed as he drank, letting some of it waste, carelessly allowing it to run down his chin. He went into a blinded frenzy then—tearing apart both women’s wrists and bathing in their blood. He was ruthless when he was on, when his conscious was clouded by that insatiable hunger for crimson distain. He sucked their arteries dry, licked his own skin to get the last delicate taste of their previously lust-filed, now soulless bodies.

He fell back onto the bed, beside the woman he had been tending to, glancing over her, canines slowly retracting back to their average position. He glanced over at his best friend.

“Tomorrow… we recruit… and squash the presence to the east.” He said firmly, like the leader he was born to be. “Until then, my friend…”

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Silvia shook her head until she drifted farther and father off to sleep. Her arm draped lazily over he best friend, she breathed her in as she rested and dreamed of them, as they were now, in a meadow. A small smile drifted over her face as she slumbered—she gripped her best friend’s waist with more of a firm presence, but she moved little after that—relaxing all of the muscles in her body, on her face: she looked to be in peaceful slumber in a very quiet, beautiful place far away from there.

Subject: Re: Pact break (M) Sat Feb 04, 2012 6:59 am

"until then our friend" he smiles picking up the body "We'll be taking this one for our... experiments" he carries the body out of the room headed to his own chambers in the basement. As usual when he takes a body down there strange smells and sounds begin to emanate from his rooms. Still he has yet to suitably reanimate a subjugated corpse they all tend to come back with their accursed memories and personality which makes them no good for drones.

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She stays awake staring down at her friend who she sees as more like a sister than just a friend. "we wont be separated" she whispers "I wont let them any of them"

Subject: Re: Pact break (M) Sun Feb 05, 2012 12:52 am

Nodding at his friend, he watched him drag away his 'catch'. He shook his head and wiped his chin, looking over the scene he had created.

He turned to the lifeless body of his victim, draping her hand gently onto her chest, making her look far more peaceful than she already did. He closed her eyes with his fingertips, kissed her brow.

"It's a terrible thing, what I am," he whispered to her, knowing she'd never hear him again, knowing she'd never exist on any plane because of his best friend. "and history has taught me that I will only get far worse..."

He wrapped her in the sheets from the bed, swaddling her like a baby, keeping her face--so perfectly placid--turned towards the artificial light that lit the room.

"Oh what a beautiful corpse..." He coos at the body as he picks her up with ease and drapes her over his shoulder. "It's a shame what has to be done with your remains..."

He walked out of the room, motioning a maid to clean up his mess. His body, what remaining clothes left draped on his body, were painted red, all eyes were on him as he passed by people of the coven--it was like a really bad march of shame, but he bore it with pride: staring every last one of his fellow coven members int he eye as he walked on, chin parallel with the ground.

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Onward her dreams went, childhood memories revisited through the eyes of an adult. It was tragically beautiful, partially fabricated by her own silly wishes and desires. She giggled in her sleep as her eyes flickered to-and-fro beneath sleep-laden lids.

"Good," she responded subconsciously--it was always said that you could find honesty in a sleeping person's words. "I would be so lost without you, sis."

Subject: Re: Pact break (M) Sun Feb 05, 2012 6:33 am

he smiles to himself as he lays the body on the slab its limbs outstreatched he left the body naked. He plunges the soul back in laughing at her screams of terror. He precedes to assault the body using varying implements to abuse her orifices. He delights in abuse finding larger and larger implements to insert into her already bleeding holes the restored soul feeling every inch of it as though she had never died and slowly, as they all did, she finds herself giving in to the headdy mix of pleasure and pain crying but finding herself enjoying it too. Laughing he tries to instruct her finding that the soul was beginning to be corrupted by his dark influence. "yes this time this time we will be successful"

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She allows herself to drift back off her ears alert to any sounds knowing danger could come at any time.