Love Never Dies [M]

Subject: Love Never Dies [M] Wed Jan 25, 2012 11:38 pm

Please be aware that this Role-play thread is rated "M" for mature.
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Subject: Re: Love Never Dies [M] Thu Jan 26, 2012 2:03 am

The Dream

If someone was spying on her, they'd see sweat glistening off of her furrowed brow. She tossed and turned in her queen sized bed. She had wriggled out of her bed linens, her sheet was wrapped tightly around her legs, her bedspread on the floor along with three of her four pillows.

"No," she whimpered as the back of her hand brushed against her cheek.

The image was quite vivid, yet ever so vague. It was confusing and terrifying. All she knew was that this man, this man she only ever saw from the back of the head, meant the world to her. He was, how do you say, her soul mate..

Every night she'd have this dream, from as far back as she could remember. He was standing there, in front of her, never but an arms length in front of her. His voice was intoxicating, dark, deep, commanding yet calm and caring. Every time he'd chuckle, or say something to her, she'd listen extra hard--even though she knew she wouldn't remember a thing he said once she woke up. They were always walking in the woods, tall trees loomed over them, but it was fall and as the leaves fell the sun shown through. The man had medium-to-dark brown hair, it was long, he was bare-backed, wearing a pair of what looked to be medieval styled pants without matching boots. The two of them were both dripping--they must have went for a quick dip in the river--you could hear the sound of rushing water nearby.

Something about this man screamed to her--he was like her own personal unattainable God, in the dream she damn-near worshiped him, but she did not ever get to see his face.

"No," she cried again.

She willed herself with all her might to pull the man toward her, to pull them down in the bush... but every night it was the same. A dark figure stood in front of the two of them.

Protectively, he shoved her out of the way--the first slash was blown to his chest.

She screamed out loud, the sort of blood-curtling scream a woman who watched her lover being murdered would be able to expel from her lungs.

Another blow, he fell to his knees... and that is when she quickly threw herself over him, draping over him just as the blade went down again.

The cut to her back was hot as ire, she didn't move, she remained still, hoping and praying that whomever it was that was attacking her companion would leave without much fuss, or kill her. The pain was unrelenting--the earth crunched in front of them, like the person who had harmed her and her lover was leaving. It was urgent sounding--the person was running for whatever reason.

She felt her body go cold, she felt him lift her off of him, cradling her in his big, strong arms.

"Why did you go and do that for?" he whispered to her; she heard him sniffle, assuming that tears were in his eyes, she saw the crimson blood on him from her body, she felt the blood oozing from her back, then nothing at all.

His face was a blur, as if she were going blind right there before him, then it focused sharply.

His face... it was a mature face, he was most likely in his late 20s to early 30s. His eyes were a brilliant, metallic shade of gray. There was a deep scar on his cheek from the bottom of his eyelid downward towards the edge of his lips on the left side. He was handsome beyond words, even with the imperfections of what she assumed were battle wounds. His lips were pouty and broad, but they fit his face, which was tanned like the rest of his body. His Adam's apple protruded and bobbed as he swallowed back tears.

With the last ounce of strength she reached her hand onto his chest. He pulled her hand up further, to kiss the back of her hand, to rub it gently against his tear-stained face.

"Please... don't leave me..." he managed through broken gasps as he attempted to contain the sorrow in his voice and on his face.

"I'll never leave you," she responded softly, as he let her hand go and it fell downward towards the earth. She took in a final, deep breath. "I... love... y---"

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She woke with a start, her chest heaving as she raised from her bed with unnatural speed. She glanced at her alarm clock and wiped away the tears rolling gingerly down her cheeks.

It was 3 hours before her morning jog. She slowly lowered herself back down on her bed; a sudden chill ran over her, she grabbed at her sheet around her legs, pulling it over her chest, then fumbled around the floor area on either side of her bed to cover herself back up. She rolled over onto her side and made herself smaller, snuggling into the divot made by her self over the years.

It took a few moments for her to realize what had happened, but when she did she quickly changed positions on the bed, slinging her legs onto the side, pawing for her pen and pad and began writing the next installment of her dream.

It was the first time she saw his face, today, after nearly 14 years of dreaming of him every single night since she was 10 years old. She let out a happy, giddy sigh as she wrote it all down, then laid back down after she finished.

Just three more hours and she'd go for a jog... then she'd go to work... and so continued the monotony of her life. But for now, even if it meant dying another dream cycle, as long as she could see him again, that'd probably be the only thing that would go good for her today.

Subject: Re: Love Never Dies [M] Thu Jan 26, 2012 6:40 am

That dream again. 300 years of peace and now she returns once again the one woman to steal his heart the one woman he thought he'd have a lifetime with. 'HA' he laughs muttering to himself "a lifetime.. whats a lifetime to someone cursed to an eternity CURSE YOU KALCINE CURSE YOU TO FEEL AS I FEEL MAY YOU LOVE A MORTAL YOU BITCH GODDESS" He dresses quickly his long black hair falling loosely around his body, the one thing he can never loose his one homage to HER that woman who's death near destroyed him. He had lived from that day on in the service of Darrian, god of death, hoping to clear his self hatred by staining his hands with the blood of others. He's worked for various governments over the years in super black op stuff things they need total deniability in. He was a resident of nowhere and everywhere at the same time. The kind of work he was in ID's were throw away money and he could go to the best of the best if he needs one.

He had learned every technique in the world for killing that had ever been invented. To some he was a monster to others he was a hero but to himself... he was hollow. Carrying on because he had to why just lay down and watch the years go. It is far to boring to just sit around doing nothing. He goes to the kitchen digging in the deep freeze for something for breakfast. For someone who can metabolize virtually anything what he eats doesn't matter. His fridge looks like a dorm room fridge stuffed full of junk food. "at least the foods gotten better over the centuries" he laughs to himself pulling out a couple of micro pizza and throws them at the microwave.

He slices them up in seconds and flops down on the couch sticking on the TV. Ah such shows make him laugh especially the supernatural shows. If only they knew just how many surround them. He eats quickly the TV not doing what it should this time. A walk that's what he needs maybe some fresh air will blow out the memories of that accursed night when he lived and she died. The night he swore vengeance and swore he would make the very gods themselves pay for her blood. He'd made the vampire who wielded that faded bade great the sun after chaining him to a crucifix. Not that he put much religious significance in such symbolism these modern religions sprung up long after he was born. No he still held to the old gods the forgotten gods lost to all but him, or so he believes anyway.

Subject: Re: Love Never Dies [M] Fri Jan 27, 2012 1:52 am

Three hours melted away without her dreaming. She woke with a start as the alarm went off and quickly moved to knock it off. She rubbed her eyes, stretched and opened the curtains. It was raining today. She smiled a little and turned to her wardrobe where she picked out appropriate clothing for today's forecast. She grabbed a pair of waterproof running shoes and wind-breaker like material pants and a tank top.

The rain never stopped her from jogging, it was in jogging that she could re-evaluate what she wrote the day before, and contemplate how to answer today's set of questions. It was very serene and peaceful no matter the weather just to be lost in her own thoughts.

Downstairs she trotted, grabbing up a protein shake out of the kitchen, shaking it, and sipping on it as she knocked on the TV. Weather called for rain all week, it seemed, but she shrugged her shoulders and tipped back her shake. Her large Maine Coon cat clambered up onto the kitchen counter to be fed, to which she stroked her chin and rubbed her tummy before feeding the gluttonous furball named Muffins.

After she turned of the TV she started jogging to warm-up, tied up her hair, and went on about her way, locking the door behind her. Down the block she ran, her ponytail flicking back and forth as she woke up the muscles in her legs and arms. Her mind was swimming with sleepiness, still, but it soon made way for the dream she had last night. That man... that perfect man... She closed her eyes to picture him as she made her way into a nearby park. IF there ever was a man that existed like him, she wouldn't be apposed to settling down with him... But... that was laughable, because he was only a dream. She opened her eyes and continued on her way, all the way through the five mile park, stopping only two times for a quick sip of water only to go back on her way.

She slowed near the entrance on the south side, glancing around cautiously. She checked her watch for a moment, then looked back down the path, hunched over to catch her breath. She wasn't in terrible shape, but she could be in better shape. Her body type was slender and lean, she had assets that accentuated her hips and chest and gave her a gorgeous hour glass figure--but she had to work for it. She had to work for a lot of things in her life, in fact. She worked her ass off in high school--graduating second in her class, and kicked ass during college, graduating first. She had to bug the newspaper she worked for for nearly a year before she was hired on with them. She was two years out of college with nothing much to show for it except an unblemished reputation, and two diplomas--one for a bachelor of psychology with a minor in creative writing, the other from her high school. It was a sad, lonely life... but... at least she had Muffins.

... For Now...

Subject: Re: Love Never Dies [M] Tue Jan 31, 2012 9:35 am

He shakes his head trying to clear those damn memories from his mind. He throws on a full length trench coat pulling his hair out from underneath and goes round putting in the bare essensils that he'd take out any time. four throwing knives, twin six shot pistols and a dagger in his boot. He heads out the door long hair flowing down his back as he begins his walk letting his feet guide him having no true path that he wants to journey on just wandering really aimless on the path of life.

Subject: Re: Love Never Dies [M] Sat Feb 04, 2012 12:51 am

She began her walk back to her home, enjoying the walk in the rain. There was something so... cleansing about the rain. Everything that was bothering her hardly mattered now. She smiled up at the sky, the raindrops kissing her cheeks and running down the contours of her pretty face.

She was so caught up in her own little world that she hardly noticed the man that had taken interest in her from across the street on the South side of the park. She also didn't notice that he was quickly approaching her with what appeared to be a weapon concealed in his all-weather jacket.

It wasn't until she felt the tip of the blade poking against her back that it made any sense at all. Her eyes widened and she stood still as the man took her throat with his rough, calloused hand and jabbed the pointed weapon harder into the soft fleshy skin at the small of her back. If she screamed, surely, that would be the end of her. If she struggled... what then?

She wanted to turn around, face the attacker, confront him, but he gruffly commanded her to kneel behind the bushes else he stab her for real.

What option did she have?

She knelt slowly behind the bushes. The mud, the rain, the earth, his moth-ball smell. Her stomach began churning.

She felt him kneel with her, kicking her legs apart.

Rape?

She closed her eyes as he shoved her head down into the mud, he held her pony tail with his hand as the blade of his weapon shredded at the thin nylon material of her jogging pants. She let out a cry, he smashed her forehead deeper into the mud.

"Shut up," he demanded, as he began patting her down. He grabbed what he could--which wasn't a lot, and continued his disgraceful actions of disrobing her from the waste down.

Subject: Re: Love Never Dies [M] Sat Feb 04, 2012 7:11 am

He walks through the park eyes dancing around alert for any signs of trouble when he spots a disturbance in the bushes. A flick of the wrist and a blade slices though the attackers leg grazing but not doing any real damage a warning shot. "get off her or I will rip your dick off and rape you with it you sick son of a bitch" He growls "if you leave now I wont destroy you"

He laughs as the guy sprints out of there his pants flaying around his ankles still. He walks into the bushes. "don't worry anymore" he says "That man has gone and if he dares to come back... well lets just say he will regret it."

Subject: Re: Love Never Dies [M] Sun Feb 05, 2012 12:41 am

At first, she isn't sure what to do. She remains knelt, listening to the words of her savior, tears dripping down her downturned face. She slowly raises herself up, her arms wobble as she sets her weight off of the ground. Instictually she curls her legs under her so that none of her intimate regions are open in the air, as they were before. She glances up at the stranger, eyes covered with haze from her tears.

It takes all of two seconds for her to rise to her feet and fling herself at the man. She hugs him tight and starts sobbing into his strong chest. Her finger tips press firmly into his shoulder blades as her legs tremble beneath her.

She could have died, she could have been raped and she could have died... that would have been the end of her... if this man hadn't... she continued sobbing into his chest until all of her fear and confusion had left her. She rubbed her eyes and nose with the sleeve of her coat.

"Thank you," she said, pulling away from the stranger slowly. She dare not to look into the face of the man who just saved her life. "I could have died if you didn't... but I'm fine... and... I am so thankful...."

Her eyes finally left his feet and drifted upward, resting calmly on his face, then her eyes grew wide and she took a stagger back, tripping over a limb, falling back to the earth.

It was him. It was him! She raised her mud-covered hand to her mouth and sat in shock and awe. What could she say? how could she say anything? she merely stared at him--enamored by him... it was, after all, the second time she'd ever seen his face... well, the first in real life...

Subject: Re: Love Never Dies [M] Sun Feb 05, 2012 6:22 am

He stands back staring at her "what cruel trick of the gods is this to torment me with fair Kristine's face" he says "you are welcome my name is Marcus" he smiles at her softly "Markus Alexandrius" he uses a name he knows the Kristine he loved would have recognised.

Subject: Re: Love Never Dies [M] Fri Feb 10, 2012 2:20 am

Her eyes lit up like a bolt of invaluable knowledge just shot through her.

"Markus..." she said, closing her eyes... yes... that sounded like his name...

Her eyes shot open as she rubbed her temple. What was she thinking? This was the first time she had ever met this man in her entire life... there is no way she would have known that his name was Markus...

... but... it was curious how that wave of deja vu washed over her. She blinked slowly and looked him over.

"Thank you so much, Mister Alexandrius..." she said with a sweet, modest smile. "I dont know what would have happened if you didn't appear out of nowhere and saved me.... My name is Kadence... Kadence Longridge. I wish there was something I could... do... or..."

She blushed and looked down, forcing rogue strands of hair behind her ear with her muddy fingertips.

"...I don't... often do this... but... erm... would you like to have dinner with me...? I cook mean mexican-styled dishes..." she said softly, blushing even more as she looked back up at the man of her dreams.

Subject: Re: Love Never Dies [M] Fri Feb 10, 2012 6:26 am

"it would be my honor to dine with you" he smiles. "one of the days i may even cook for you too. i have some recipes you'll never have tried" he laughs a little a sound that seems at odds with his battle hardened fassard