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Lye stared at Marie intently for a few moments, seemingly at a loss for words. Then, moving quickly, the vampire was on the bed, though his hands curled into fists on the bedspread. Slowly, he lifted one of them, brushing his knuckles over Marie's lips. As soon as they were gone, Lye pressed his lips against hers, applying gentle pressure. (Not sure what else to do at the moment, lol!) |
((Me neither. XD Phriyte/Viseh confrontation? Cut to what's going on with Zadist in another part of the world? What Phayte is doing? What Cynn and Dye are doing?))
Marie exhaled, tilting her head and pressing her lips against the vampire's in turn. What she really wanted to do was cup one of his cheeks with her hand, but if he was struggling inwardly with himself over how gentle to be... Or trying to exercise self-control, Marie did not want to push him. Lye's kiss was very sweet and gentle, so she attempted to be the same with him. Though, she was a tad bit forward, more so than he, licking his bottom lip lightly with the tip of her tongue while her lips brushed across his. |
(Ahh, yes, may as well show Zadist's side for the moment.) Lye gasped at the touch, unused to touching females. He growled softly, before sucking her tounge into his mouth. He sucked gently before his hands gripped her shoulders, becoming a bit more insistant with his kisses. ~<3~ It felt so good. He didn't want it to, but it did. Melody's ebony hair kept brushing him, but all Zadist could think of was Silvana, how he was betraying her with this simple act. But she had Silvana's parents. He had to protect her...had to make sure she was happy. She'd made it clear: Her career, the life she led now was more important than anything Zadist could give her. He had to keep her parents alive. And it felt so good... |
(( Lmfao, poor Silvana. She knew it would happen, but she still didn't want it to.
Silvana: TT_________TT *bawling eyes out* )) Marie moaned a little into the kiss, which was becoming more fervent. She massaged her tongue around Lye's, surprised by how nice he tasted. Maybe she'd expected something more metallic, like iron, because all he consumed was blood. But no. His mouth wasn't exactly warm, but it was cool. Not cold. But cool, like he'd been sucking on an ice cube a bit before they kissed. It felt nice. Marie couldn't help herself, a hand sneaking up the curve of the vampire's neck and resting at the place where it met his jawline. ~~~~~ Silvana spoke a bit longer to Lucy, about vampires, and the things she'd learned in the short while she'd been involved with Zadist. It gave insight to the older girl, who nodded slowly. But after a time, Silvana found she was growing restless with the girl there, so she asked Lucy to leave her so she could sleep. Talking about Zadist had caused a pit of nerves to form in the bottom of her stomach--a tenseness that made her nauseated, almost like she knew something bad was happening elsewhere with him and Melody. And there was nothing that Silvana could do about it. Lucy thanked her, but left her without delay. She said she would go find her own room, and departed. Silvana exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, and tucked herself back under her blankets. The girl tampered with her cell phone, removing it from her nightstand and scrolling down to Zadist's number. The number of his other phone. Calling it would not put her through to him. But gazing at his name... Silvana's eyes stung, prickling with tears. She did not try to hold them back, merely crying softly. The salty droplets flooded down her cheeks but she did not bother to wipe them away. |
(Muahaha. It'll get worse. I promise.) Lye growled, a hand moving to the small of Marie's back. He leaned over, lowering her down unto the bed. As she was done, his kissing became rougher, more insistant, wanting to draw everything from the female under him. ~<3~ Cynn was frowning, staring at the form before her. The one no one else can see. "I don't see why they matter more than Balto, Grandfather...He's dead. Everything is falling apart so quickly. And we can't find Zadist..." She fell silent then, converting her Grandfather's instructions into memory. |
Marie gasped as she was pushed back onto the bed, the vampire male moving over her and continuing his intent kisses. Her arms slid and laced around Lye's neck, drawing him down to her as close as he could be. She was dying to feel his skin against hers. Her kisses became heated, panting in between them. After a while, Marie reached down to grasp the hem of her t-shirt and pull it over her head. It was discarded onto the floor within seconds.
~~~Next morning~~~ Silvana had managed to fall asleep, between her exhaustion from stress and worry (becoming a constant in her life), and the lack of hydration from her tears. The girl rose from bed, numbly, and went into her bag to retrieve another dress... A pink one, that fanned out from the waist and had short, slightly puffy sleeves. Very vintage. She did not put it on, yet. The girl disappeared into the bathroom, to shower, and then brush her teeth. Her hair fell limp around her face, although still disheveled and a bit wavy, as it was naturally. However, it wasn't an unattractive puff like she'd expected. Perhaps there was less humidity in this house. After a bit, she put the dress on, and a pair of socks... Her boots over them. Silvana opened her door, stepping into the hall. Her body was a bit hungry, but she still felt too nauseated to logically hold anything down. She wondered if she might find one of the other girls up and about. Maybe she could handle a glass of icy water, because her head hurt somewhat. She was up much earlier than she would be normally--around seven am. |
Around the house, suprisingly, there was flurries of activity. Made vampires bustled around, and the kitchen was teeming with yummy foods for the humans. In the blue room, Lye was still, his arms curled around Marie. |
Silvana was surprised by the amount of action happening, even in the daytime. At first, she was alarmed due to the presence of made vampires, flinching at the swirly blue veins under their pallid skin. However, when it became evident to her that they were servants--or at least worked for the owners of the household--Silvana calmed noticeably. She staggered down the stairway, weak with fatigue and lack of nourishment. Glancing about, she looked for a sign of anyone she knew: Chloe, Lucy, or Marie. Or even one of the vampires. But she saw no one she recognized. Eventually, Silvana made her way into the kitchen, unable to resist a cluster of vibrant, purple grapes. She ate the entire, large sprig of them, then poured herself a cup of something that smelled like fruit punch. No sign of alcohol in it. It was just juice. She downed the liquid and made to get another.
~~~~ Marie's eyelids fluttered open. She yawned a bit, and propped her head up on her hand and elbow. Lye. He was deep asleep, his arms draped around her lithe form. Vampires slept so still, she nearly worried. He did not breath, nor did he have a heartbeat. It was though Lye had died, although she knew he had not. The woman was hungry, but she didn't want to get out of bed and let him wake up alone later. He might get the wrong impression of her. So Marie stayed in bed, stroking her fingers through the boy's dark bangs. ~~~~ While most born vampires were sleeping, Whyte rose from bed--a small double bed with white sheets he'd bartered from an inn in town. No one asked him questions. He didn't look suspicious. The man stood up, tugging trousers over his boxers, and a dressy dark blouse over his torso. The blouse was quickly buttoned up, the fedora donned, and then a thick jacket went over that. Finally, the vampire slipped on a pair of Armani sunglasses. No one would expect him to show in the daytime, that was for sure. And that would be the time when they'd let their guards down. "Silvana Di Morro," he tried again. The name still repulsed him, as much as the thought of his lady Melody in the arms of... Whyte's lips curled back. He bared his fangs and growled, the sound resonating deeply from his gut. At least she was only using the fucking bastard to suit her own needs. Not that Whyte got any special treatment. The woman had not so much looked at him, let alone touched him. And yet, he was willing to throw his life away for her. Gladly. And bleed all over the damn floor to strike her fancy. No matter. He'd succeed today, and she'd take note of him. For once. After that, it was off to the tiny bathroom, no bigger than a closet, to practically bathe his face in a tub of sunscreen. |
(Gah...and meh posties are so short.) No one seemed to take any notice of Silvana moving around, everyone obsessed with their own tasks. All the vampires were sleeping soundly, confindent that the girls would be protected by the throng of people and vampires surronding them. |
((Busy? :0 ))
Silvana searched the house for a while. No one appeared to be awake at this hour, particularly not her human friends or the vampires. Young people, in their 20s, weren't particularly early risers. And born vampires did not stay awake in the daytime (except for the made ones, apparently). None of them paid her any mind, of her actions or her moving. She contemplated trying to speak with someone, to occupy herself, but was ultimately too shy to do so. Finally, the girl disappeared with some more grapes and a wedge of cheese into the gardens. The golden sunlight on her skin felt nice for once. She'd only been awake at night the past few days, so she'd forgotten how the world looked lit up. The town was exceptionally green, the buildings made out of a sort of vaguely Mediterranean cobble... As were the streets. She could see the tops of roofs from a patch of rose bushes. ~~~~~ Whyte growled at the sun, tugging the brim of his hat over his face as far as it could go. He had his gloves on again, dark layers covering almost every inch of his skin. He'd put enough sunscreen on him, SPF 70, which hadn't seemed to rub into his complexion correctly and only served to make him paler in the light. Still, he kept to the shadows, perusing windows with vague curiosity, until he slipped under a line of trees along the road. The shade shielded him rather comfortably, although he could not claim to like the summer heat, particularly with the many layers. He was cold-blooded, but he still absorbed the warmth like a reptile would. "Fucking sun," he spat, glaring up at it through his glasses. But he averted his gaze quickly, not wanting to stress his pupils out. They'd already dilated as much as was fiscally possible. After perhaps twenty minutes of walking, Whyte stopped in front of the Aair house. He snuck along the wall, stooped, so that none of the servants or gardeners could pick up on his presence. The scent of the strong sunscreen masked his own fairly well in ventilated areas--especially outdoors. Though, he had to keep from laughing, after glancing into the garden. Really, how much easier could the kidnapping job get? The stupid girl was standing outside, munching on some yellow block. It was like she was presenting herself to him on a golden platter. |
(Doing an application...retyping resume. And trying to amuse you. Sorry.) God, he was so tired. Phayte dragged himself through the halls, finally leaving the maps in the library. He had no idea where Zadist could possibly be. And he had another female to watch out for... Phayte paused in Silavan's doorway, knocking. He didn't recieve an answer, and opened the door up. Silvana wasn't there... Growling, Phayte moved through the house, pausing to ask various people if they'd seen her. Finally, he found himself in the doorway to the gardens. Damn female. He opened the door, though didn't step out. right away, pain flooded his body, his skin reddening. "Silvana! Get your ass in here!" |
Whyte cursed under his breath. He spotted another figure, in the doorway, as he peered out from over the stone wall. He recognized it at once, from the shock of white hair. It had to be Zadist's brother, Phayte. And with his presence, the opportunity faded. Hesitation did not pay. Phayte was much older than he was. Centuries older. In a one-on-one battle, Whyte would lose. The vampire ducked behind the wall again, his mind racing with probable solutions. Of course, Phayte was probably not prepared for the sunlight, like he was. Then again, surely if he commanded the female to go back indoors, she would obey.
Whyte could only watch, to see how this would play out. If the girl went in, he'd have to think of something else. But if she stayed out, dissuaded the male from his worries, then... Then he would have a chance. The vampire returned his gray eyes to the wall, just barely peeking over them. He knew he was not visible from this angle. ~~~~~ Silvana paused in her chewing of the cheddar, hearing a familiar voice calling out to her. She whirled around, finding Phayte standing at the back door. He did not look pleased, with her being outside, nor with the light that seemed to be touching him despite that he'd not gone out yet. She cocked her head to the side, taking a couple of steps towards the vampire male. "Phayte? What are you doing up? It's like... 7:15. Sun's out." She nodded towards the roses. "I was just looking at the flowers. They're nice. I didn't go far. Is it bad that I'm outside?" Her face fell a little. "It's just... I haven't been out in the daytime for a while. I kind of miss it..." |
Phayte growled loudly. "Melody. Made vampire. Sun. Just fine. Me. Born vampire. Sun. Bad. Five minutes." The male slammed the door loudly, before raising his arm to his face and lapping at the red skin. "Stupid female." He stomped upstairs quickly. Chloe was still asleep. He wanted to snuggle her... |
A thrill surged through Whyte. The wind had carried a faint trace of the conversation to him. Five minutes. The slamming of a door. The vampire, the danger, had passed. And now was not the time to delay. The man slapped his hands on the top of the stone wall, hurtling himself over it. And with lightning speed, he flew across the grass, dancing behind bushes and brush as much as possible to avoid detection. In fact, there was a conveniently placed tree, right beside...
The vampire slid along the wall, shaded by the angle of the sunlight cast over the house. The idiot girl, gnawing on her lump of something, was entirely oblivious to his presence, right up to the moment he clamped a hand over her mouth and jerked her into the shade. The girl squeaked a bit, though the noise was muffled, and she thrashed about wildly. Whyte's grip on her was firm, and he held her back tightly to his chest. Her arms were easily pinned to her sides. He shuddered a a bit as her scent wafted up into his nostrils. He swallowed the desire to bite down, his throat parched. He'd not fed the night before. But... The vampire bent over her shoulder, whispering into her ear, "Quiet, girly. I'm going to take you to your boyfriend, eh? Just relax. Do I look like a made to you?" The girl's struggling ceased, her figure going limp in his arms. He whirled her around to face her, but still kept his hand over her mouth. Her eyes, a dark shade of blue, were wide. "Don't make a peep. Nothing. No noise. If you do, I'm leaving you here and you'll never see him again. Ever. And that I can guarantee. Deal?" The girl paused, but suddenly she was nodding frantically. Her eyes were seeping with moisture. Dear lord. She was crying. Whyte still didn't believe her, though. "Precaution," he commented, retrieving a hanky from his pocket and tying it tightly and quickly around her mouth, stuffing the fabric in. Within seconds she was hoisted over the man's shoulder, and he took off in a sprint across the grounds with her, not daring to look back. |
It was past five minutes. Actually, it was around eight at night, and the sun had just set as Phayte pulled himself outta bed. No matter. Silvana would have listened and came inside. She seemed to obey well... The vampire grinned as Chloe woke up, her hair a mess. He leaned over his female, snuggling her. Moments later, they were tangled inside the sheets, giggling madly. |
Whyte had spent the entirety of the day driving, with the girl tied up and gagged in the back seat of the car. Not the trunk. He didn't bother. Unlike a lot of vampires, Whyte knew better than to draw attention to himself by speeding. The windows were heavily tinted anyway. Besides which, Toyota Camry's were not typically considered the cars of criminals. He did not get stopped by the police, predictably.
A couple of times he did pull over, to give the girl water. She was supposed to stay alive, not die of heat exhaustion or dehydration. Whyte was starving to death himself, though, but he dared not leave Silvana alone for even a minute. He'd heard how weird and unpredictable the dame was on occasion. Not that he considered her capable of wriggling free from ropes. Still. "Almost there," he told her, as night fell and the sun finally set into the western horizon. It was a relief to him, as he'd almost fallen asleep at the wheel several times. But now he was exhausted. Once he got to the checkpoint, just outside of the city... The abandoned gas station. After he met Melody, who'd he'd ask for to greet him specifically, Whyte could get himself a girl. A redhead, preferably. And he'd drain her, oh Lord. That'd be great. Silvana was uncomfortable in the ropes and gag, but it was sort of exhilarating, too. She guessed at once, in the garden, that the stranger had come to kidnap her and take her to Melody. But he was loads stronger than her, and it seemed futile to resist. Besides, she was just that desperate to see Zadist again. She didn't think she could do anything for him, but... If he was going to die, Silvana did not want to exist in a world without him. They'd die together, damnit! Or maybe her presence would inspire him and turn him into a superhero. He'd take everyone out single-handedly, saving both himself and her. And Silvana wanted to kill Melody. No idea how she'd do it. But she'd find out. |
Silvana was pacing again. This place was filthy, and the Whyte loser was late... The slim frame sported a bright red dress, her assets on display and the slit showing the lacey panties she wore, as well as the matching red laced high heels. Tiny clicks filled the empty room as Melody paused again, glancing back at her Zadist. If he coperated, she'd even be kind enough to let the little slut live. Melody stepped over to Zadist. "Remember what you're to say..." If anything happened, Silvana's parents were in the van parked out back. An easy kill. As if Zadist or Silvana stepped outside without Melody's call, those parents would be killed. Everything was going according to plan. If that idiot would get here... |
"Here we are," Whyte muttered, pulling into the darkened parking lot of the abandoned gas station. Of course, it wasn't so abandoned after all. His stormy eyes picked up immediately on Melody in a ravishing red gown, which showed a generous amount of cleavage as well as a long slit running up the woman's thigh. The vampire was almost salivating at the sight of her, but shook his head frantically to clear his mind. This meeting was business, not pleasure. He could flaunt the fact he'd nabbed the girl on his lonesome. Something that Melody and two large brutes hadn't been able to do on their own.
Whyte hit the breaks, setting the car on park before he turned the vehicle off and pulled the key from the ignition. The man swung the key ring around his index finger absentmindedly, whistling as he opened the Camry door and stepped out. He made a bee line towards Melody, a toothy, malevolent grin on his face (complete with fangs), but caught sight of Zadist standing a ways behind her. The vampire male openly growled, but eyed Melody under the brim of his fedora regardless and ignored him after that. "I've brought the girl. She's in the back of the car, tied up and gagged. Alive, I'd wager. God knows I've given the broad enough water for that." |
Melody had watched impatiently, tapping a foot. She placed her hands on her hips and nodded towards the plain car, "Bring her." She commanded, after Zadist growled and stepped forward. "She better not be hurt, asshole. I'll rip you in two!" Melody spun, snarling at him and slapping him. His head knocked to the side, scratches running down his face. They were already healing, however. Zadist glared at the female, though Melody's next words corrected his expression. "Haven't you ruined her life enough, as it is? Like you did mine?" Zadist flinched, and covered up the fleeting look of pain, and glanced towards the car. He lowered his head slightly, remaining still as Melody rubbed against him, pressing their bodies together. He was equally as still as she kissed him, neither responding or moving away. |
Whyte directed a scathing look at Zadist, grumbling under his breath about how the girl hadn't a scratch on her. In fact, Zadist would be displeased to know how easily he'd spirited the girl under his very family's noses. Why, no one had even pursued him from the house! Showed just how the Dvoraks and Aairs underestimated people like him. They thought they were invincible. Fortunately or unfortunately for Whyte, he turned from the scene before he could notice Melody pressing herself lewdly to the white-haired male.
He was back at the car, throwing the door open and scooping Silvana out of the back. Silvana had been napping then, but she was soon awake and groaning a little as she was slung over Whyte's shoulder and brought back into the gas station. The vampire discarded/deposited her roughly onto the floor. She was essentially wrapped all over in rope, with his handkerchief still gagging her. He didn't care to take it off, lest she start shrieking or something. He'd just get a new one anyway, devoid of the human's saliva. "There you are, Miss Melody. She was a cinch to get, really. Dumb girl was standing out in the Aair garden. Broad daylight. No one in sight. It's almost like.. She wanted me to catch her." Whyte shook his head and chuckled arrogantly. Silvana blinked up at the group with wide, indigo eyes. She noted Melody's presence, and also Zadist's. But she elected to remain calm despite the elation leaping in her guts from the knowledge he was still alive and in her line of vision. |
Zadist managed to keep his face smooth, though he hated seeing Silvana used like that, and thrown down at his feet. Only Melody's long fingers pressing into his sides kept him from springing forward at Whyte. After a few moments of staring at her, unemotionly, Melody's voice cut into his thoughts. "Here, love...I've brought her, like you wanted. What did you want with her?" Zadist remained mute for another moment, before glancing away. "Silvana...I...I've decided I don't want you. I want to stay with Melody. So, you can tell Phayte and my family. I thought you had a right to know." Melody wrapped her arms around his neck, lapping at his lips, and kissing Zadist deeply. As she'd ordered earlier, Zadist kissed her back, placing his hands on her full hips. Melody detacted herself a moment later, striding over and kneeling in front of Silvana, exposing her pale legs with the veins twisting underneath, and exposing more of the sheen panties. "Good enough for ya, toots? You gonna leave my man alone now? He was so upset that he was just leaving you." Melody sneakered, tugging the cloth from the human's mouth. |
Silvana managed to sit up after Melody removed the cloth from her mouth, despite the various ropes around her. She sputtered a bit, making faces and sticking out her tongue in disgust. The fabric had tasted gross and artificial, and she was almost certain she had gotten strands of it in her mouth. But, with her arms held down, she couldn't exactly scrub her tongue off, couldn't she. Truth be told, she had been beyond disgusted by the deep kiss that Zadist and Melody had shared. But, his words? Silvana didn't believe them. Zadist loved his family, and she was ninety-nine percent sure that he loved her. He wouldn't have left them after all this time and with that much effort put against the mades. Melody was doing something to him... She had some sort of weight on him causing him to say those terrible things.
But Silvana was not going to let on. She fixed her gaze, not on Melody, but on Zadist. "You can do whatever you want, Z." But the way she looked at him was sort of.. Playful. If he knew her at all, he would knew what that implied. She knew something was up. After that, Silvana glanced to Melody with a bright smile. "I like your dress. It's very red." Whyte, standing aloof from the others, fixed Silvana with a puzzled look. No one understood her, did they? |
Zadist stared at Silvana for a moment, feeling Melody's fury from the nails digging into him. If Melody was displeased... "Silvana..." Zadist attempted to grab at something to push her away. "You don't understand. I forgot how happy I was with Melody. I want..." He paused, keeping his face expressionless. "I want to have a family. I want children. You don't. Melody does. I would be happy." |
Silvana caught on almost immediately, noticing the flicker on Zadist's face for a moment, as well as on Melody's. He was trying to keep her happy for some reason, and if Silvana didn't buy it... Silvana averted her gaze from the vampire, glaring at the floor. She glared at it intently, willing tears to form in the corners of her eyes. She needed to channel her inner drama queen, at least for now. It was easy, considering how she'd done theatre classes in high school a couple of years ago. Within a few moments, she was sniffling a bit.
"I-I told you that... I..." Silvana grimaced. "I would have liked those things, Zadist. If it was with you. But, if you... Want to stay with her..." The girl closed her eyes, letting her hair fall over her face and obscuring it from view. "...I just want you to be happy... Whether its with or without me." It was true, in a way. Silvana just wanted the vampire not to suffer. But with Melody, he would certainly suffer an eternity. Silvana wouldn't condemn him to that, if she could help it. But right now she couldn't do anything tied up. Silvana addressed Melody, giving another long sniffle for good measure. "Is that all you wanted from me?" she said coldly. "You gonna untie me now?" |
Melody snarled, "I want you to understand he's mine! It was hard enough marking him with you nasty blood in him! And why would I untie you?" She bared her teeth in a parody of a smile, "Zadist, baby...wipe her memory." Zadist tensed, his hands balling into fists. "I...I can't." He lied, "It doesn't work on her." Silvana snarled, striking the male again. Once more, the slashes on Zadist's face began healing right away, and again, Zadist stood calmly. Melody glanced to Whyte now, finally awknowledging the male. "Whyte...how would you like to drain the little whore? If my baby won't listen to me..." Panic flashed in Zadist's mind, "N-no!" His hands lifted, rubbing Melody's arms. "Sweetness, laska, I'm not lying...It doesn't work..." Melody grinned once more, nuzzling his chest. "Perhaps your whore needs a demonstration, of just how much you love me..." She guided one of Zadist's hands to her thigh, rubbing it against her skin. "Hmm..?" Zadist hesitated then, licking his lips nervously and glancing to the human. |
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