DelilahHeart & Himiko's Vampire rp
 

~Plot~

Vampire X Noble

Charlotte grew up like any other noble child. Learning her place and that some day she was going to be married off. That rule never set well with her, but she help her tongue to please her parents. A year before her coming of age ball her grandmother passed away leaving everything to Charlotte. In a desperate escape from it all she convinced her mother into letting her visit her grandmother’s home.

It was a simple home that over looked the sea. One day while walking along the shore Charlotte looked back at the house only to see someone looking down at her from the attic. The sun was in her face so she moved to get a better look, but the figure was gone. She just figured it was her imagination running away with her like it normally did. Still a few weeks went by and still Charlotte felt like someone was watching her. Even so she didn't want to go home and be subjected to suitors day after day. One night as she was sitting by a fire in the den she came across a small red journal tucked away in the chair. It had belonged to her grandmother, and in reading it she came across some interesting news. A man had come to her door for help. It was the dead of night, but frantic knocking echoed through her home. Coming to his aid she found him unconscious. His throat torn and soaked in blood. Taking him in she cleaned him up and dressed his only wound. A strange bite on his neck. According to the journal the man continued to live here even in the time of her passing. But where was he now?








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Name: Charlotte
Age: 17
Bio: She's a proper young lady who tries to please everyone. Only thing is she hates doing it, but can't find anything else to do. Charlotte really just wants to be her own person and have others treat her as a person. Not just a girl.

Appearance: She's about five foot one with rich red hair that falls almost all the way down her back. Her skin is a soft ivory giving a doll look about her. Her eyes are green and she loves to wear a rich red lipstick. Feeling it gives her face a little more color since she's so pale.

The first day she'd moved in Victor had been rather annoyed but had managed to stay out of her way. He want to avoid being seen by her but her beauty was beginning to captivate him and her smell was even more compelling. He wasn't sure what to do. He'd been in the attic this night after watching her do the little chores. If she came up here he would be revealed quite easily. The silence bothered him and he was beginning to want the house to himself again.

The attic contained a bed, a bookshelf, a desk, a chair, and assortment of books and papers. The window out of the attic was open. Victor had left when he heard the girl coming, worried she'd be horrified by what he looked like. He was perching just to the left of the window outside, waiting for her to come to the window. If she did he'd move again, but if not he'd be fine here.

He felt like he was human again for some reason, holding his breath and worried he would be got doing some heinous act, such as staying in an attic that someone had offered to you. The girl had come here out of the blue though and the old lady had let her stay, which perplexed him. He eventually found out that it was her granddaughter and he'd stayed well away from her but always watching for her safety.

Victor's first instinct was to back away but when he saw how far she was leaning out the window he began to get concerned. It wasn't his duty to protect her, but the person who had protected was the grandmother of this girl. He'd heard plenty of stories in the early mornings, before the sun had risen, about her. He reached out slightly and pushed the window so that it went closer to her rather than further away. He would have no problem getting back into the house since he knew of multiple entrances that others weren't aware of.

He watched her latch the window as he expected her to before sneaking back up the roof. He was nearly silent but there was a soft patter of footsteps as he went up the roof. It would be noticeable to anyone inside the attic. When he finally got to the other side of the building he found the window that was just large enough for him to crawl through that led into a closet.

He always kept it unlatched incase he was locked out like this. Not many knew about this because of the window was concealed by a large tree. It was the only benefit that he had.

Victor sighed as he watched her, it was almost silent, the only way he was really used to moving around in the place. He got one of the candles down from a high shelf in the closet and fumbled for a match. When he'd managed to get a stand for the candle he lit it and made his way out into the darkness. She would be stuck their till daylight and he preferred to not be stuck in the light or even seen in the light, he was repulsed by seeing himself.

When he made it into the room though he could see her before the light hit. She looked more delicate from close up than she had from far away. There was something sweet about her and he was tempted to blow out the candle. This was not right, talking to a human who he wasn't planning to be his prey.

"Just a visitor of your grandmother's," he said trying not to let her see his eyes in the dim light. "You need to get downstairs where it's safer though. Here's a candle." He set it down on the makeshift nightstand that was next to the bed and backed up slowly. He was half-afraid of her and the other half wanted her blood. He could almost see it coursing through her veins, the delicious thick red liquid. He clenched his fist momentarily, reminding himself that she was not prey that he could eat.

Charlotte felt like she was dreaming, and so she just went back to sleeping on the strange bed in the attic. The candle he left slowly burning out as she slept. Wax dripping along the side of the candle even after it went out.

My morning Charlotte had woken, but not from the sun. The window was covered for some strange reason. Not that it really mattered to her.
"What a strange dream." She yawned to herself as she sat up only to see that same candle. Fear set in a little when she remembered it from last night. Where had it come from? Who was that boy and why was he here?

((Sorry I've been so busy. Summer just doesn't leave much time to myself these days >_< ))

Victor had sat in the darkest corner of the room watching her. He'd shut the blinds long before the sun rose. When she finally stirred from her sleep he didn't make a noise. He felt it was his duty to watch her and make sure that there was nothing wrong. it was his duty to be sure she hadn't been hurt the night before and keep her safe.

Victor was restless now because he'd watched her go to town but she had yet to come back and darkness was falling quickly. He shifted nervously in the seat that he had positioned by the window. He could see anyone who came or went at the house because I had a superb view of the front entrance. He'd already fed by the time he'd sat down, taking advantage of the cloud cover that was coming fast.

There would be a storm tonight and he had a growing concern for the girl. Things had been delivered to the house, which was a good sign, but the fact that she hadn't returned disturbed him. He'd had a strict code for her grandmother about staying out late because of the dangers. Some reason the woman had gone along with it just to please him but this new girl knew nothing about it, she didn't even know he existed.

When it had started to down poor Victor immediately got together something that would make her trip home much faster. As he rode a horse out to her the wind battered against him. He didn't feel it though and the temperature or rain didn't seem to faze him. s he wen tout he realized she was much further away than he thought she would. When he reached her however he could tell she was drenched.

"I'll give you a ride home," he said in a slightly commanding voice. "You'll catch cold if you stay out here too much longer." The horse was fretful from the rain but suprisingly calm under it's master's watch,e

He'd gripped her arm gently and lifted her up. When she was safe he turned the horse so that they were leading back to house. He was impatient because he could hear thunder in the distance. His mind was racing as he thought of where they blankets were in the house and what he would need to make her warm up. He was silent though, focusing on what was in front of them.

"It's not important who I am and you do not know me," he responded finally in a polite tone that harnessed a different feeling beneath it. "You need to get back home and get warm before you get sick. I'll explain a little then."

He was urging the horse on further but the feeling of her arms around him were driving him nuts. It felt good but it was also a temptation that he wanted to divulge. He could see the house from here now and they were drawing closer to it. The sooner he got her there the sooner he could leave her. His hair was slick against his face in the down pouring rain and any normal human being would have had trouble distinguishing the house from this distance in such vivid detail.

"It's not important," he said insistently. "Once you are inside you must forget about me though." He didn't really want to do that but he didn't want his tracks to be found. He didn't even look at her when he spoke but he didn't need to. He could feel her and at the same time it was almost as if he could hear her thoughts, but he couldn't.

"Promise me that as soon as you get in the house you will do all you can to warm yourself up," he said in a commanding tone. "When you are done with that I want you to read a book and go to sleep."