ArynMae20It was crazy, insane really. It wouldn't work in a million years. However, curiosity had overcome Aspen Bell. The young art student had always been a little bit crazy. Messing around in her youth with drugs, and men, and women. In those years she had always been fascinated with the dark arts. She had been the one to light candles, chant in strange languages and call upon spirits making her friends giggle and ask her to "stop being so freaky".
She probably should have taken their advice.
However she wasn't doing as well as she had hoped in life. She was being refused job after job, despite the fact that her art was absolutely stunning, some of the best work this city had to offer. She knew she deserved more, and the latest lesson in her Mythology class had given her the craziest, most unbelievable idea.
Her hair was pulled back in a loose pony tail, pieces fell into her face as she read the latin words by the light of the candles she had set around herself. She in no way believed that she would actually conjure any kind of wish fulfilling creature like the book described, however she was bored and a little more then desperate. The words came harsh and grating at first from her unpracticed lips, the darkened room around her seemed to grow more dark and more expanse as she chanted. The language became more fluent on her tongue, her voice changed, not that she noticed.
Aspen was lost in the words as the room became a black void of nothingness. Her circle of dim candles was the only light in a dead world, a beacon that summoned to it all types of crawling creatures that withered inside the darkness, snickering and mocking her. However she was so engrossed in the chant coming from her lips that she took no notice to the little whispers and warnings about her. She was unaware of anything at all.
That is until a gust of ominous air extinguished the candles and she started to fall into the unholy darkness.
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“You liked what I did to you, just a little while ago, didn’t you.”
Lisette's face tightened and her eyes narrowed on Mila. She didn't answer, assessing the angle that the other woman was coming from suspiciously. However the flirtatious wink was enough to make her loosen just a bit as Mila advanced forward. “I could do it again, anytime you wanted. And now we have this one,” Lisette looked down at Charlie whose halfhearted squirms barely even caused the vampire to flex. “To temper our appetites whenever we please. Let’s take her with us, like one of Booker’s pets. Our own little snack and servant. That’s all I was using her for anyway. What can I say? I’m greedy and I want both of you.” The words haunted Lisette, sending a shiver through her already chilled body. "I know you are." Her voice was thick and her eyes hard as she stared at Mila, lust burning deep inside her irises. "You're a monster Mila, like me, destruction is in your blood." The two women, at this point, were inches apart, and would have been closer had there not been a third body between them. In a moment of thoughtless lust Lisette considered disregarding the girl and taking Mila into her arms. Yet her practical being didn't want to lose leverage, so she kept Charlie snuggled against her breasts and Mila leaned closer.
She felt the other woman's lips on the corner of her mouth. Tender and sweet and hesitant. Lisette let herself be kissed, still holding her captive in a tight embrace. "I'm glad you've come to your senses." She murmured against Mila's lips, ignoring the struggles of the human that suddenly became more desperate. "We would make quite the fearsome team. Imagine the carnage." Her voice was wistful as she thought of it. "And us, standing on our mound of dead. Powerful. We wouldn't have to hide anymore." Excitement flashed through Lisette's face as her lips churned into a fearful grin. "It would be just like the old days Mila, no more sulky in the shadows, picking up scraps in alleyways."
Lisette pressed her lips forcefully against Mila's, working her tongues between the older woman's lips to gently stroke her canines. "Imagine." she whispered.
Charlie felt sick.
She stared past Mila, whose body was pressed against hers, with her mouth agape. She could hardly believe the words that had just come out of the woman's mouth. That wasn't Mila, not at all. That was some alien creature so unlike the woman that Char knew. But you don't know her. Her subconscious reminded her, making the young, naive woman wince against the two stoney bodies keeping her captive. No, Charlie didn't know Mila. They were strangers... worse even Mila was a predator and Charlie her prey.
She could feel Mila’s hair brushing against her cheeks, the air came fast from her lungs as she felt Lisette’s body squish her closer into Mila as the two beautiful, exotic creatures connected. Her physical being felt this as tears started to roll from her lifeless blue eyes, down her Porcelain cheeks to drip onto Mila's shoulder. Once again Charlie bore the pain that came with trusting too much and falling too hard. It was like her chest had cracked open and her shredded heart was exposed for the world to see. And the feeling. The sinking, formidable feeling of loss and abandonment crept into her and embedded itself deep within her gut, speeding through her body like a virus and paralyzing her in that upright position.
"Stop." Her voice cracked. "Please stop. Please." Her breath came in little quips. "Just stop... just...." She broke down. Tears glistening her cheeks and chin, dripping like a waterfall of sadness pooling from her heart. "Kill me! C'mon! Just do it! Hysterical now she let her head lull forward to rest her forehead against Mila. The motion didn't seek comfort, it was more a motion of a person who knew that they had lost everything. "I'm dead anyways, so please just make it quick and painless." She struggled against Lisette's uncomfortable grip, defeatedly trying to remove herself from the steel cage. It was useless, or so she thought, until the vice like grip let loose and Charlie fell forward, through Mila, and onto the ground. A dull thud resounded as she landed on the carpeted floor, first to her hands and knees which quickly gave out so that she was curled in a ball, a puddle of tears already forming beside her. "Please kill me." Her face looked up at Mila, a pang of something in her chest as she begged the woman with her eyes. "If you ever felt anything at all."
Lisette's face tightened and her eyes narrowed on Mila. She didn't answer, assessing the angle that the other woman was coming from suspiciously. However the flirtatious wink was enough to make her loosen just a bit as Mila advanced forward. “I could do it again, anytime you wanted. And now we have this one,” Lisette looked down at Charlie whose halfhearted squirms barely even caused the vampire to flex. “To temper our appetites whenever we please. Let’s take her with us, like one of Booker’s pets. Our own little snack and servant. That’s all I was using her for anyway. What can I say? I’m greedy and I want both of you.” The words haunted Lisette, sending a shiver through her already chilled body. "I know you are." Her voice was thick and her eyes hard as she stared at Mila, lust burning deep inside her irises. "You're a monster Mila, like me, destruction is in your blood." The two women, at this point, were inches apart, and would have been closer had there not been a third body between them. In a moment of thoughtless lust Lisette considered disregarding the girl and taking Mila into her arms. Yet her practical being didn't want to lose leverage, so she kept Charlie snuggled against her breasts and Mila leaned closer.
She felt the other woman's lips on the corner of her mouth. Tender and sweet and hesitant. Lisette let herself be kissed, still holding her captive in a tight embrace. "I'm glad you've come to your senses." She murmured against Mila's lips, ignoring the struggles of the human that suddenly became more desperate. "We would make quite the fearsome team. Imagine the carnage." Her voice was wistful as she thought of it. "And us, standing on our mound of dead. Powerful. We wouldn't have to hide anymore." Excitement flashed through Lisette's face as her lips churned into a fearful grin. "It would be just like the old days Mila, no more sulky in the shadows, picking up scraps in alleyways."
Lisette pressed her lips forcefully against Mila's, working her tongues between the older woman's lips to gently stroke her canines. "Imagine." she whispered.
Charlie felt sick.
She stared past Mila, whose body was pressed against hers, with her mouth agape. She could hardly believe the words that had just come out of the woman's mouth. That wasn't Mila, not at all. That was some alien creature so unlike the woman that Char knew. But you don't know her. Her subconscious reminded her, making the young, naive woman wince against the two stoney bodies keeping her captive. No, Charlie didn't know Mila. They were strangers... worse even Mila was a predator and Charlie her prey.
She could feel Mila’s hair brushing against her cheeks, the air came fast from her lungs as she felt Lisette’s body squish her closer into Mila as the two beautiful, exotic creatures connected. Her physical being felt this as tears started to roll from her lifeless blue eyes, down her Porcelain cheeks to drip onto Mila's shoulder. Once again Charlie bore the pain that came with trusting too much and falling too hard. It was like her chest had cracked open and her shredded heart was exposed for the world to see. And the feeling. The sinking, formidable feeling of loss and abandonment crept into her and embedded itself deep within her gut, speeding through her body like a virus and paralyzing her in that upright position.
"Stop." Her voice cracked. "Please stop. Please." Her breath came in little quips. "Just stop... just...." She broke down. Tears glistening her cheeks and chin, dripping like a waterfall of sadness pooling from her heart. "Kill me! C'mon! Just do it! Hysterical now she let her head lull forward to rest her forehead against Mila. The motion didn't seek comfort, it was more a motion of a person who knew that they had lost everything. "I'm dead anyways, so please just make it quick and painless." She struggled against Lisette's uncomfortable grip, defeatedly trying to remove herself from the steel cage. It was useless, or so she thought, until the vice like grip let loose and Charlie fell forward, through Mila, and onto the ground. A dull thud resounded as she landed on the carpeted floor, first to her hands and knees which quickly gave out so that she was curled in a ball, a puddle of tears already forming beside her. "Please kill me." Her face looked up at Mila, a pang of something in her chest as she begged the woman with her eyes. "If you ever felt anything at all."
Hey, so I hate just disappearing form Role plays with no explanation but life got hard. I've been going through some stuff for a while now, thought it was better and it turned out not really to be the case. Right now isn't a very good time for me, so I guess I just wanted to give you the respect you deserve and let you know. I'm really sorry.
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She felt the impact of Mila as the older vampire vaulted forward, sending an off-guard Lisette tumbling into the wall. The force would have killed any normal being, but only served to make Lisette snarl monstrously and look towards Mila with eyes flashing. The impact had popped her shoulder out of place, and it now dangled gruesomely at her side. “Watch it.” She warned, taking hold of her shoulder and gently pushing it back into place with only a glimmer of discomfort in her eyes. “You might hurt someone next time.”
Now, the older vampire stood there. Placed defensively in front of the pathetic human girl who now coward against the wall with fresh tears glistening in her eyes. The scene made Lisette sick. This child was weak, she was disposable. There was another 20 like her out there. And there was only one Lisette. Only one horrifically beautiful murderess who would live forever, leaving her bloody trail as she skipped along. So why was it that everyone was just so infatuated with the human named Charlie, when they had such a divine creature as herself right in front of them?
“Charlie!”
Lisette bared her teeth in response to Mila’s mournful cry. The human responded by staggering forward, as if to fall into the embrace of the monster who had gotten her into this position, and then falling back against the wall. Conflict caught in her sorrowful eyes as they darted between her could-be savior and Lisette. “How did you-?? But how did-?” With anger flashing in her eyes Lisette chuckled. “It’s impossible, Mila.” Despite the laugh, the words didn’t hold any of their sarcasm like before. It was more of a raw statement, spoken as if she couldn’t possibly be wrong. “This human couldn’t have possibly gotten away from Booker unless he wanted her to.” She bared her sharp canines at Charlie when the girl dared to inch slowly towards the door. As if she could make a run for it.
“He probably knows exactly where she is, wouldn’t be the first time any of us had played the cat chase mouse game, huh?”
“We’ll be leaving now. I’ll be taking Charlie with me,”
Mila had seemingly ignore Lisette’s remark all together and that made the younger vampire fume. “You can’t do that, Mila. You know that.” Her body unconsciously crouched, like a big cat ready to pounce on it’s prey. “She’s Bookers now. He took her from you fair and square, I mean you were the one who left her in the middle of the night, right?” Lisette grinned, not a scornfully delighted grin but something purely hateful. Her mask of innuendoes had dropped and all that was left was the monster. The monster who, once they had targeted what they wanted, stopped at absolutely nothing to get it.
“It’s not two against one this time. And I’m not hungry like before.”
Lisette bared her teeth again her eyes darting towards Charlie. “If you turn this into a fight, you know you’ll lose. You can’t overpower me.”
“You may be right, but you can’t protect Charlie and fight me at the same time, Mila. She’s a burden to you.” Her leering not-grin settled on Mila as she slowly advanced forward. “Were both good at this game, Mila, but there has to be a loser. Now let’s skip over the bloodshed and we can all go home in one piece. Whatta ya say?” It was really only a formality. Mila was stubborn, didn’t usually see reason in situations like so. But years from now, when they argued over this day, Lisette wanted to be able to say that she had at least tried to give Mila an out.
“Move away from the door.”
Char, who had been watching the scene in awed, terrified silence, took this moment of distraction to break for the door. In her one last ditch effort to escape she barreled past a defensive Mila and tried to dodge the terrifying creature who guarded the door. However her plan proved mute when she felt two python like arms wrap around her tight enough to suffocate. “Gotcha.” The sinister voice made the human girl shudder. “Your play now, Mila.”
Now, the older vampire stood there. Placed defensively in front of the pathetic human girl who now coward against the wall with fresh tears glistening in her eyes. The scene made Lisette sick. This child was weak, she was disposable. There was another 20 like her out there. And there was only one Lisette. Only one horrifically beautiful murderess who would live forever, leaving her bloody trail as she skipped along. So why was it that everyone was just so infatuated with the human named Charlie, when they had such a divine creature as herself right in front of them?
“Charlie!”
Lisette bared her teeth in response to Mila’s mournful cry. The human responded by staggering forward, as if to fall into the embrace of the monster who had gotten her into this position, and then falling back against the wall. Conflict caught in her sorrowful eyes as they darted between her could-be savior and Lisette. “How did you-?? But how did-?” With anger flashing in her eyes Lisette chuckled. “It’s impossible, Mila.” Despite the laugh, the words didn’t hold any of their sarcasm like before. It was more of a raw statement, spoken as if she couldn’t possibly be wrong. “This human couldn’t have possibly gotten away from Booker unless he wanted her to.” She bared her sharp canines at Charlie when the girl dared to inch slowly towards the door. As if she could make a run for it.
“He probably knows exactly where she is, wouldn’t be the first time any of us had played the cat chase mouse game, huh?”
“We’ll be leaving now. I’ll be taking Charlie with me,”
Mila had seemingly ignore Lisette’s remark all together and that made the younger vampire fume. “You can’t do that, Mila. You know that.” Her body unconsciously crouched, like a big cat ready to pounce on it’s prey. “She’s Bookers now. He took her from you fair and square, I mean you were the one who left her in the middle of the night, right?” Lisette grinned, not a scornfully delighted grin but something purely hateful. Her mask of innuendoes had dropped and all that was left was the monster. The monster who, once they had targeted what they wanted, stopped at absolutely nothing to get it.
“It’s not two against one this time. And I’m not hungry like before.”
Lisette bared her teeth again her eyes darting towards Charlie. “If you turn this into a fight, you know you’ll lose. You can’t overpower me.”
“You may be right, but you can’t protect Charlie and fight me at the same time, Mila. She’s a burden to you.” Her leering not-grin settled on Mila as she slowly advanced forward. “Were both good at this game, Mila, but there has to be a loser. Now let’s skip over the bloodshed and we can all go home in one piece. Whatta ya say?” It was really only a formality. Mila was stubborn, didn’t usually see reason in situations like so. But years from now, when they argued over this day, Lisette wanted to be able to say that she had at least tried to give Mila an out.
“Move away from the door.”
Char, who had been watching the scene in awed, terrified silence, took this moment of distraction to break for the door. In her one last ditch effort to escape she barreled past a defensive Mila and tried to dodge the terrifying creature who guarded the door. However her plan proved mute when she felt two python like arms wrap around her tight enough to suffocate. “Gotcha.” The sinister voice made the human girl shudder. “Your play now, Mila.”
It was an odd feeling. One that she would have liked to call fear but if that were the case, wouldn't Elspeth have fled by now? She had been taught her entire life, and on a multitude of occasions followed through with this teaching, that she should flee at the sign of any danger. The world wasn't a safe place to be. So if this was truly a feeling of full fledged alarm, then Elspeth would most certainly have run by then. Yet, she stayed there. Staring at the odd woman who peered right back at her queerly. And so the two women stood there, silently assessing each other and the shocked question that had just left the maiden's lips just seconds before.
Finally, the strange girl from the sky quietly chuckled. It wasn't a particularly happy sound, as laughter should be, but more reproachful in nature. She seemed to be very shocked and also slyly amused at the thought of her own divinity. “So, you aren't an angel?” She opened her mouth to ask what she had come from, then, but was beaten to the punch when the other girl inquired about their whereabouts. “You're in the back fields of my father's farm.” She realized after a couple of seconds that perhaps that wasn't good enough... this girl had come from the sky of course (and that fact still served to make Ellie's stomach clench with just how unnatural that was). “You're in The Westlands, and my name is Elspeth MacPhee.” She paused, giving another long look at the odd attire and strange demeanor of this mystery person.
“Now, care to explain where exactly you came from non-angel?”
Finally, the strange girl from the sky quietly chuckled. It wasn't a particularly happy sound, as laughter should be, but more reproachful in nature. She seemed to be very shocked and also slyly amused at the thought of her own divinity. “So, you aren't an angel?” She opened her mouth to ask what she had come from, then, but was beaten to the punch when the other girl inquired about their whereabouts. “You're in the back fields of my father's farm.” She realized after a couple of seconds that perhaps that wasn't good enough... this girl had come from the sky of course (and that fact still served to make Ellie's stomach clench with just how unnatural that was). “You're in The Westlands, and my name is Elspeth MacPhee.” She paused, giving another long look at the odd attire and strange demeanor of this mystery person.
“Now, care to explain where exactly you came from non-angel?”
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