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Post by zephyra aphrodite drakonia on Dec 13, 2012 17:01:38 GMT -8
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[style=text-align: center; font-size: 20px; font-family: times new roman; color: 660035]do you ever feel already buried deep ? s i x f e e t u n d e r s c r e a m s b u t n o o n e s e e m s t o h e a r a t h i n g● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● •• All Zeph’s memories were gone. That powerful deity she had been just the other day was gone... or was she?
•• Lately, Zephyra had been feeling confused. She believed herself to be a young woman by the name of Arya Sanchez, a lawyer who worked at a big law firm in Venice, Italy. But... whenever she thought back on her life, she remembered things that were odd. It had started yesterday when she was walking to work... and suddenly had flashes of herself flying across a blood red sky, breathing fire down on a battle field below her. She had stumbled back, startled, and had spilled her coffee all over herself. Her only explanation was that she had become infected by the virus that everyone was a flutter talking about. It intrigued her. Perhaps she was going to turn into a dragon? Perhaps she had the ability to see the future? But if that was the future... she wasn’t sure she wanted to be in it. Battling... was not her thing... Zephyra shook her head, startled at this. Wait... but she did... she had been taking lessons with swords and bows and arrows since she was a little girl... Or...
•• Confused and bewildered, Zephyra decided to busy herself with the current case she was working on.
•• A few hours later, it was dark and Zephyra was on her way home. Her apartment was a mere few blocks from where she worked so she was walking instead of driving. Inhaling the scent of Venice which should have felt familiar to her since she had been living there her entire life smelled foreign and weird. Her nose crinkled and she shrugged off the odd feeling that something was wrong with her and continued on her way. She was dressed in a nice light gray business suite with a nice white button-up blouse beneath the jacket. Slung over her shoulder was a bag which contained her computer and the file for her case. She had been walking for a few minutes when she started to notice that she was being followed. Glancing behind herself, Zephyra saw three young men were following her, speaking quietly amongst themselves and casting glances at her every few seconds.
•• Feeling nervous, Zephyra clutched her bag tighter to herself and sped up. Only a few more blocks,
[/i] she told herself. The men following her picked up the pace. Hoping to be able to find a place to hide, Zephyra cut a sharp right into a street and then ducked into an alley way. She found herself at a dead-end after walking for a few more meters and turning to find a high brick wall blocking her path. Fear began to build in her and she looked around frantically for an exit. She should have known that this alley was a dead-end! She walked around this neighborhood every day! And yet... she had no recollection of this place. She couldn’t go back the way she had come; that much was clear though. The men who had been following her were already blocking the way. •• Out of an instinct she didn’t understand, Zephyra found her hand moving as if to reach for a sword at her hip. Her fingers clutched at thin air and dropped to her sides. Was this a dream? Was she going crazy. Shaking her head, Zephyra focused on the task at hand. The men were closer now, cat-calling to her, making comments about a young lady being out so late at night alone. Zephyra did the only thing that seemed reasonable to her. Taking a deep breathe, Zephyra opened her mouth to scream for help. Before she could so much as make a peep though, she felt a weight pressing around her throat. Making a choking sound, Zephyra clutched at her neck only to feel nothing there, even though she felt as if fingers were tightening around her neck and cutting off her airway. Pressure was slowly building in her chest and the words the man spoke who’s hand was stretched out as if he was squeezing something even as he approached her went on deaf ears. “Nah-ah-ah sweetheart. Scream and this will only become worse for you.”•• The man’s hand dropped and Zephyra felt herself dropping to the ground to her knees, coughing and sputtering as her lungs gasped her air. Her vision was flickering in and out of black. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She was barely conscious of what was around her until she felt a hand grasp her arm and yank her up, pressing her against the brick wall. She smelled alcohol and cigarette smoke. Something in the back of her mind told her to fight, to defend herself... but she didn’t know any martial arts! She was just a middle-class girl who had slaved her way through law school by working three part-time jobs... she had never raised her hands against anyone in her entire life. These thoughts that told her to fight back... they were suicide! •• Confused and disoriented, Zephyra glanced around her. Wolfish grins were on the men’s faces. Tears pricked at her eyes as she realized that they weren’t after money... or at least not solely. Memories of the images she had scene of rape victims that she had scene at the law firm she worked for flickered before her eyes. “Now-now... don’t cry... you’ll find you will enjoy this,” the man before her murmured, his words slurred. His friends laughed as if he had made a joke. This same man stepped toward her while the other two held her pinned against the wall. His finger brushed down the side of her throat. An appreciative growl came from his throat, not human at all. Zephyra cringed and flinched at his touch, turning her head away, not wanting to see this. His finger drifted lower, hesitating only a moment at the top of her shirt just above the first button of her blouse. Her breathe caught as fear overpowered her brain. •• Against her better judgement that fighting back would only make this worse, Zephyra began to struggle, trying to free herself. But she had no chance against three much larger men. All she managed to do was scratch one of them across the face. This only enraged the man and she found herself slammed with a great deal of force back against the brick wall. Something snapped in her side and Zephyra let out a loud scream of pain. One of her ribs had snapped as the man was much stronger than was humanly possible and her body hadn’t been able to take the hit. Her vision flickered. But the pain only made her wilder and Zephyra began to thrash even harder, the pain in her side making her more scared. The men held her fast though, despite her struggles, and she was dimly aware of the front of her blouse being torn open, revealing a black lacy bra, and her dress pants being shredded by claws of some kind. Blood slowly began to trickle from a gash on her leg where the claws had cut deeper than just through her pants. •• Zephyra exhausted herself pretty quickly and found herself degraded to whimpering and pleading for mercy. Hands pressed her back and red hot pain lanced through her as they pressed against the spot where her rib had broken. Her scream was muffled though as a hand covered her mouth, hissing a threat in her ear which she could not comprehend. The sound of a zipper being undone by the man in front of her seemed far away as she began to retreat within herself, cowering, wanting to hide from all of this. Somebody... help me... But her words went unsaid, only her eyes which were wide and dilated with fear spoke them.[/div][/blockquote] ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● come on, show 'em what you're worth ! m a k e e m g o o h o h o h a s y o u s h o o t a c r o s s t h e s k y● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● vladimir. TAGS ••• MUSE excellent.
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Post by vladimir dracula tepes on Dec 15, 2012 16:32:03 GMT -8
~ VLADIMIR DRACULA TEPES ~
Blood flowed freely down his throat as he sat there in the private booth. His fangs were buried deep in the neck of a lovely woman who was sitting there with him, blatantly making motions that indicated she was willing to do much more with him. Music was pounding through the club, a heavy bass line causing things even to vibrate where they laid. He was officially in town for business however he had decided to check in on the club he owned in the area while he was here. And of course it had coincided with his need for blood which was how Vladimir had ended up sitting in a hidden corner booth, curtains drawn, with a scantily clad woman sitting in his lap.
Drinking blood straight from another person could definitely be considered erotic at times however now was not one of them, he found himself feeling completely calm and almost like this was merely a type of business transaction. Obviously the woman felt differently though as she ground her hips against his. He finished drinking from her a few moments later and removed the woman from his lap, careful so as to not injure her accidentally, before setting her down on the booth seat. As he looked at the woman he noticed how she was completely drunk, eyes dilated and the smell of alcohol clear on her breath, rather off putting for many people who were sober. Still, she had just donated blood as his ‘meal’ and he appreciated it but that didn’t mean he was going to take her to his bed.
Vlad stepped out of the booth and left to leave the club, pausing on his way out to alert a bouncer to the woman’s state and gave him money to send her home in a taxi. He stepped out onto the cool sidewalk and sighed, the night was wonderful and with his recent ‘meal’ he felt perfectly energized. He often drank straight from a human source, at his home he even had willing donors who worked for him as well. Walking down the road he was passing a smaller street when his sensitive hearing picked up on some particularly… suspicious noises. Pausing he waited a moment more before hearing a slight scuffle. For all he knew it could be a rat or some creature scavenging for food however something told him that it wasn’t. Besides it sounded like it was something much larger than a rat causing these noises.
He moved onto the smaller street as he sought out the source of the noise. Then he heard words that made his blood boil. ”Now-now… don’t cry… you’ll find you will enjoy this.” He had been taught and had grown to treat women with respect so what he was hearing enraged him. If Vlad was naïve he could have hoped it was something other than how it sounded but he knew better, most likely it was something exactly along the lines of what he was thinking. There were several alleyways and noise echoed a bit down the street, making it difficult especially with his sensitive hearing to pick out which one this was taking place in.
He checked one alleyway before he heard a loud feminine scream of pain echo through the road, only helping to send him into a rage. Just as he walked up to the opening of the alleyway he paused as he took in the scene before him. Vlad wanted to rush in for all he was worth but paused to see what was happening exactly before rushing in. His eyes narrowed, flashing to black in pure anger, as he saw two men helping a third hold a struggling woman up against a wall against her will. It was only made worse as he happened to look just as they tore her shirt wide open. Then the smell of blood hit his nose, as he finally stepped into the alley he realized that the man was a supernatural creature and had partially shifted to use his claws to rip and tear at her clothes, in the process slicing her leg.
Vladimir was already rushing forward when he heard the man unzip his zipper as well as her muffled scream. Vlad shot his fist out at one of the men, sending the man flying into a brick wall as he continued on, this time for the man who was partially shifted and holding the woman against the wall. By then the man had his pants around his knees and Vlad gave a disgusted snarl before pulling him off of the woman. The vampire’s eyes narrowed on the man as he spun him around, away from the woman, ”Run…” Vlad muttered as he targeted his gaze on the werewolf. Unfortunately the man was apparently daft and didn’t know when to flee and when to fight. He waited until the man rushed forward before punching him in the gut and latching his grip onto the man’s wrist, which was somewhat affected by his partial shift. He felt the man’s claws scrape through his shirt and skin of his abdomen but ignored it, it was minor in comparison to what would have happened had he shown up much later. Focusing, Vlad was able to twist the man’s wrist around though until he finally heard the bones grind together before snapping as they shattered. A howl echoed down the alley as the man shouted in pain while dropping to his knees to clutch at his broken wrist. Vlad stepped forward again and kicked the man in the balls for good measure.
Finally he turned around to face the third man, who was staring on with a somewhat shocked expression on his face. ”Boo.” Vlad said blandly. This time the man actually showed some use of his brain and ended up running out of the alleyway instead of trying to face down Vladimir. With the men taken care of the deity turned and finally took in the state of the woman, swiping his gaze from her feet to finally reach her face, and blinked in blatant shock. ”Damn it woman! Why’d you just take it?” he knew he was bleeding from his chest but ignored it and ran his hand through his hair. “Aphrod… Zephyra,” he corrected himself, Aphrodite had been the only name he had had for her for centuries after all. ”Were you begging to be targeted by them? Is that it? You could have handled this yourself damn it!” He was a bit mad at her it was true, since she could have easily shown these men what damage a woman could do and taken care of it, but he was also extremely enraged at the state in which he had found her. Her shirt was completely torn to the front, displaying her chest to the world, and her pants torn into shreds as well. He sighed wearily and shook his head. ”Look next time either avoid walking down alleys at night or use your own damn powers! Only a few seconds more and it would have been too late. You’re a fucking goddess, maybe you can put that to use.”
He knew it was wrong to be yelling at her after what had just happened but he couldn’t help it. He paced back and forth for several moments before finally stopping in front of her while staring at the ground. Finally calming down a bit he lifted his eyes and looked at her, this time a look of worry on his face. Before he did anything else he shed himself of his shirt and held it out to her so she could put her arms in the sleeves. ”Here…” It was a bit torn at the bottom side but most of it was intact and it would be larger on her anyways. It was better than what had become of her clothes. ”Why don’t we get you home and take a look at that leg… “ Then a flashback of their fight together came to him. He remembered she had some kind of healing ability though it seemed to take some effort to put it into effect unlike his own. ”Why isn’t it healed anyways? I thought you would have healed that by now.” Vlad reached out and gently moved some stray hair out of her face and looked her in the eyes, ”Zeph…”
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Post by zephyra aphrodite drakonia on Dec 15, 2012 22:56:42 GMT -8
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[style=text-align: center; font-size: 20px; font-family: times new roman; color: 660035]do you ever feel already buried deep ? s i x f e e t u n d e r s c r e a m s b u t n o o n e s e e m s t o h e a r a t h i n g● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● •• The fourth man came out of no where and Zeph found herself wondering if she had gone crazy and all of this was some sort of strange dream. This man was probably just a figment of her imagination. After all, who would come save her? She was no one special... she had never had time for any boyfriends... no family to speak of as they were all dead... This was not exactly a very crowded area and she had been unable to scream for help... so who could this man be? But Zephyra’s mind was so shattered from trauma and fear that she couldn’t make sense of much of anything and so she was really no help at all as she slumped to the ground the moment she was no longer being pressed up against the wall. She watched as this stranger, for no apparent reason what-so-ever, was saving her from what she would have assumed would have been a very horrid experience.
•• Wide blue-green eyes watched in fascination and horror as the man, obviously more than human, probably someone affected by the virus, attacked, pulling her attacker off of her and telling him to run. The werewolf... or whatever he was... didn’t and for this go punched in the gut and his arm broken with a sickening crunch. Zephyra cringed and looked away at this before looking back, part of herself repulsed while another part was fascinated. That left one more man to take care of. This one took the wisest course of action and fled. And it was over. With the danger gone but the adrenaline still coursing through her veins, Zephyra became aware of how badly she was shaking and trembling as well as the horrible pain in her side. Glancing down at herself, she grimaced as she saw that one of her ribs was jutting out at a weird angle, creating a bump, the skin above it red and angry and enflamed. The gash on her thigh was stinging, with red blood oozing out of it, covering her leg, as well and the redhead found herself feeling increasingly stressed and jittery. She needed to get herself to a hospital... but how was she going to pay for the bills!?
•• Zephyra’s attention returned to the man before her with big wide frightened blue-green eyes as he started yelling at her. “I...I...” she stammered as he asked her why she had just taken the abuse. Was he blind? She was tiny! There were three of them! At least one of them had been infected by the virus! How on earth had she been supposed to fight them off! And who on earth was Zephyra? At the back of her head, a faint tickling began, as if she was on the verge of remembering something but the feeling was gone and Zeph thought no more of it. She was probably just someone he knew, someone he was thinking about. Was she supposed to know her? His words continued on a similar tangent and she found herself staring at him wide-eyed like a doe caught in head-lights, unable to say anything. She became aware though that he seemed to think that she was this Zephyra person... and apparently that she was some powerful goddess... someone with powers. While she really wished she was, she was pretty certain she had none. Wouldn’t she know if she did?
•• The man who had rescued her, the man who had mistook her for someone else apparently, paced back and forth before her. She was kind of waiting for him to realize that she was hurt and help her to a hospital... it was kind of obvious that she was incredibly injured and was in no condition to walk. It was only after he took off his shirt and handed it to her that she realized in what state of dress she was in. Her pale alabaster skin turned bright red, even through the pain. What remained of her clothes were tatters, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments, and even those were in a rather sorry condition at the moment. She quickly reached out to take the shirt he offered but cringed back as pain lanced through her, making her squeeze her eyes tight shut as she fought against the pain she was feeling. More slowly, she reached out again to take it from him and slide it on over her head. It was very large on her and fell down to about her knees - or at least it would if she was standing. She was still on the floor, curled up against the wall with her legs tucked underneath her body.
•• Home. That sounded like a good idea. Anywhere but here. But did she really want to go somewhere with this man? She didn’t know him... And he was powerful... obviously infected... did that mean he would try to hurt her like the other one had? But on the other hand... he had saved her. Why save her only to hurt her? All the same, she wanted to get to a hospital so that they could fix her up, maybe give her some drugs to help with the pain. Yes. That was the wisest course of action. “I... I don’t know who this Zephyra person is. My name is Arya... And... I don’t have any powers... I... I’m just human...” she stammered, her voice shaky and uncertain. “But... I... Can you take me to a hospital? I... think I broke a rib... and...” The stress all of this had taken on her seemed to have reached its limited. She had lost a significant amount of blood, the pain from her broken rib was enormous, too many parts of her body hurt... So her mind shut down. Zephyra tipped over and crumbled to the ground unconscious.
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Post by vladimir dracula tepes on Dec 17, 2012 11:05:54 GMT -8
~ VLADIMIR DRACULA TEPES ~
Vladimir cast her a slightly annoyed glance as she stuttered in response. He found it odd that Zephrya,well the goddess e knew, would be scared or shocked about what might have happened. He offered her his shirt out of his gentlemanly tendencies and common courtesy. It was wrong under the circumstances, he knew it, but he couldn't help but be somewhat distracted by her state of undress but it wasn't the only reason he did it. He noticed the blush creep across her skin and found it kind of cute on her, he hadn't seen her embarrassed before she was usually so confident.
Finally he knelt down in front of her and looked at her as she spoke. He narrowed his eyes as she spoke. It was all lies, this woman was Zephyra, he could feel it instinctually almost and he would know her hair color and face anywhere. "Your name is Zephyra. You have plenty of power and abilities you are a goddess."[/] he persevered with what he was sure was true. Clearly she thought she was someone she wasn't there had to be some way to prove that it was her truly. Then he thought of it he had seen her undressed enough to know that there was A large and expansive tattoo of roses that was spread across her right side. Reaching out he lifted his own shirt up from her skin and grinned to himself before looking at her again, "If you aren't who I claim then why and how would I know there was this tattoo on your right side hmm?" slowly he lowered his shirt over her again, unconsciously allowing his fingers to lightly brush over her skin. Vlad leaned back on knees again, as he let out a loud exhalation.
He had no clue why she had no clue who she was and thought she was a human but he was going to figure it out even if it made his life a living hell. Vlad had been getting to know her a bit more recently and they had slept together again. So to see her like this infuriated him a good amount although he was trying his best to suppress that emotion to focus more on her for the moment. Once again he smelled blood and noticed how she was positioned in a way to favor we one side. Gently he lifted the hem of his shirt off of her leg and looked at the gash for a moment before placing his hand lightly over it. "there's no need for a hospital but to warn you this may hurt somewhat." he said solemnly as he looked her in the eyes. Unfortunately, or fortunately, Zephyra passed out right before he began to heal her wounds. As she crumpled over he reached out to catch her head before it hit the ground before resting it lightly on his leg. Vladimir then began to use his ability of restoration to heal her wound. Finally when he was finished with that wound he lifted up the shirt a bit higher to reveal her rib age and abdomen. He could see the bruising that was already spreading from the area of her ribs, he was no doctor but he knew there could even be internal bleeding or punctured organs as well though he couldn't tell. Once more he placed his hand on her skin and focused as he healed the second of her wounds.
When he was done healing her he leaned back against the wall beside her and sighed a bit roughly. Even with his fresh meal and years of supernatural abilities and power he was rather worn from healing her so much in such a short period. He knew his fangs were extended from the exhaustion and that e would need to find a blood meal soon but right now his focus was Zephyra and finding out what was wrong with her and what had happened.
As he paused for a few moments he watched as Zephyra laying there. Then he finally stood up and shook slightly before gently picking her up off of the ground. She might not know it but his honor was rather important to the warrior. As he held her he led her close to his chest, loving the feel of her in his arms though he didn't take advantage of the situation, his hands were places far from any region where it would make her uncomfortable ... Or further uncomfortable anyways. He had an apartment nearby and that was where he took off towards at a speed much faster than any human. Upon arriving at his place he quickly unlocked the door before taking her into the lone bedroom and laying her down upon the bed. He didn't come into the area overly much and usually alone so there was no need for more than a one bedroom apartment although it was lavishly furnished. After pouring himself a glass of blood from a stash in the cupboards he returned to the room and sat down on a couch that lined the edge of the room, waiting for when she would wake up, which with her wounds healed it shouldn't be overly long.
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Post by zephyra aphrodite drakonia on Dec 20, 2012 15:04:35 GMT -8
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[style=text-align: center; font-size: 20px; font-family: times new roman; color: 660035]do you ever feel already buried deep ? s i x f e e t u n d e r s c r e a m s b u t n o o n e s e e m s t o h e a r a t h i n g● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● •• The soft kiss of sunlight as it started to creep across the sheets, eventually making its way up and over to her face, was the first thing that Zephyra became aware of as she slowly started to slip out of the land of dreams into a state of half-sleep, her mind still surrounding her in a blanket of creativity and imagination but slowly growing aware of her surroundings. The redhead didn’t know how long that ray of sunlight had been making its way through the filmy curtains that covered the window before it found its way to her face, an image her imagination conjured up; nor did she know how long it took her to become aware of it. Coming out of her state of unconscious which had turned into a dream was hard for her, her mind not wanting to relinquish that feeling of peace and relaxation that hovered over her like a comforting security blanket. It felt like if she willed herself to fully wake, that that feeling would vanish and she would be back in a world of hurt where she had to make decisions she would rather not make, a world where people were not as kind as she would have liked. The feeling was hard to describe really. It was like she was in a place of comfort and felt she had to move but the moment she moved, her world of comfort would shatter around her like a rain of glass shards. To say the least, she didn’t want to relinquish her hold on sleep just yet.
•• What he she been dreaming about? She wondered. In her state of half-wake, half-sleep, Zeph tried to remember what she had dreamt before she had found herself in this partial dream. She could vaguely remember that she had been flying, no one and no populated city anywhere in sight. But all the same, she had felt relaxed and... happy. Very happy. She could vaguely remember a bird, a great golden eagle, that had accompanied her in her flight. She had been able to soar and twirl and do such acrobatics as she had never imagined possible, following the bird. She had felt weight-less, like all of her worries and troubles, all of her attachments, had all been dissolved and left behind on the ground, on the beautiful green forest floor below. Remembering how she had watched families of geese and ducks fly by, remembering how real it had seemed, she felt a hint of reminiscence now, like she had lost something precious by waking from that dream, like she had actually had something beautiful and lovely in that blue sky, flying with the golden eagle, a powerful bloodred dragon - for she remembered now she had been a beautiful dragon, her red scales glittering like rubies in the sunlight. A touch of sadness filled her then, at the memory.
•• It became a struggle of what the dragon wanted to do and what she should do. A silent struggle ensued as Zeph fought to ignore that errant sunbeam that reminded her that she needed to wake up and figure out where she was, to get back to her dream... but then she suddenly realized that the moment had past. She heard the soft sound of a whistling bird not far off outside the window in her make-shift dream. A dog barked somewhere in the distance. Her breathing, slow and steady, suddenly sounded rather loud to her in the silence that ensued, until she realized she wasn’t the only one breathing in the room. Who...? The question did not quite seem important, but with it, a rush of memories assaulted her suddenly - a dark alleyway, being chased, the three men, a fourth coming, rescuing her... and then what had happened? The room filled with soft sunlight and comfort vanished, replaced by cold hard reality; she was no longer in the forest. With a start, Zephyra’s blue-green eyes opened, fear wide and apparent in them as her heart began to race.
•• She was lying on a bed of some sort, a soft one, which she was grateful for. She was lying on her side, curled up with her legs tucked slightly up, her head nuzzled into a soft pillow. But comfort was the last thing on her mind as she swiftly pushed herself up from that position, looking around wildly. When her gaze landed on the man sitting on a couch that lined the edge of the room. It was night time, not morning at all, and Zephyra found herself feeling incredibly disoriented by everything. She was in a strange bed with a stranger in the room with her. She was wearing practically nothing! “Wha... Wha... Where am I?” she stammered, looking around like a frightened animal searching for a way out, the blanket pulled up by her hands and held tightly under her chin. The only exit was a door and a window. The window was closed and he would catch her before she made it to the door. Inching back on the bed so that her back was pressed against the backboard, Zeph bit her lower lip anxiously. Was he kidnapping her?
•• She remembered more now. He had called her by an odd name, what had it been again? A soft voice in her voice replied, Zephyra. You are Zephyra. Shaking off the odd feeling that the name brought, she tried to remember more. He had called her Zephyra and apparently thought her to be some powerful deity of some kind... But she was no more than a human! She wasn’t even infected by the virus...
•• The smell of something burning startled her and she looked down and let out a startled shriek, tossing the sheet away from her. Where her fists had been clenched around the white sheets, the material had disintegrated, becoming charred and black, little flames licking over the material even after she had tossed it aside. Had she done that? Surely not... Zephyra felt incredibly frightened now, her breathing coming quickly as she frantically tried to think of a way to escape, a way to get away from this lunatic... though she had to admit he was a very handsome and sexy lunatic sitting there shirtless... but a lunatic none the less...
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Post by vladimir dracula tepes on Dec 23, 2012 19:20:43 GMT -8
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Vladimir had carried the goblet of blood back into the bedroom with him and sat there on the couch nursing the drink as he awaited her return to the realm of the conscious. It took every fiber he had in his being to not join her upon the bed and hold her close within his arms. He could remember how her soft flesh felt as he ran his hands over her and shivered as he sat there on the plush couch, the sooner she awoke the sooner he could stop losing himself in memories and figure out what the hell had happened to her to cause her to act in such a manner and forget who and what she was.
Once, long ago, millennia gone, Vladimir had spent a night with this same woman and only recently had he run across her again. Who knew what was between them but he himself was still getting to know her and he wasn’t going to lose her again before he could get the chance to know her well. Now she laid there, exposed, and admittedly adorable upon his bed, and he couldn’t help but feel a rage building deep in his gut, if it was the last thing he did he knew if he ever got the chance he would gut whoever had done this to the lovely Zephyra he knew.
Finally he saw her stir and watched as she incrementally took in the room around her. Suddenly though she shot up like a rocket to sit there and Vlad calmly watched, giving her a few moments to acquaint herself with the sight of the room. Eventually her gaze found him and he nodded his head in acknowledgement. He felt a bit hurt and distanced that she would pull the blanket entirely up to her chin around him however he reminded himself that for some fucking mishap she had lost all memory of him. “You… are in one of my various apartments.” He told her as his eyes scanned her face, as if hoping she had somehow gained a sense of recognition since he had last looked. ”Don’t worry sweatheart I didn’t do anything to you. The only time I touched you was to carry you here.” he chuckled to himself and sighed before muttering, “Besides, not like I haven’t seen it all before.”
Then, suddenly, the blanket was ablaze with flames and she was shrieking like a teenage girl. He watched as she tossed it aside however it was still burning even as it tumbled onto the floor. Standing up, Vladimir set down his glass of blood on the floor and smoothly stalked towards the bed. On his way across he paused for a moment to stomp his foot lightly to cease the flames on the blanket before heading on his path once again. He sat upon the edge of the furniture and began to reach out as if to touch her before pausing and merely setting his hand upon an unoccupied part of the blanket. However as he sat there he could hear her breathing shallow and rapid, like she was having a panic attack nearly. The vampire closed his eyes for a moment before looking at her again, “Now why don’t we find out what has happened to you Zephyra?” He paused for a moment before continuing, “Do you remember anything that doesn’t fit into the life you believe you lead? Any out of place memories, or dreams so vivid they might have well been real?” he asked her hoping on some level that something of her old self had leaked through to this version of her. “Or is there anyone in your life that seems … odd… to you?” he wondered if whoever had done this might have inserted themselves into this ‘life’ of hers.
Shaking his head back and forth gently he finally laughed softly, “Where are my manners?” Vlad looked at the woman with a small smirk upon his face. “There should be some clothes over within that dresser that might fit you, through that door is the bathroom,” which he knew didn’t have a window big enough for her to sneak out of. He wasn’t going to give her the chance to run away before he could convince her that she was in fact Zephyra. “And food… well I’d imagine we can always go somewhere as long as you swear not to scream bloody murder or tell people that I’m some crazy kidnapper.” he winked good-naturedly at her and smiled warmly, for once, “Let’s work on getting you back to your fiery self.” Finally he stood and walked back over to the couch once more before falling back onto the soft cushions.
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Post by zephyra aphrodite drakonia on Mar 31, 2013 9:58:12 GMT -8
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[style=text-align: center; font-size: 20px; font-family: times new roman; color: 660035]do you ever feel already buried deep ? s i x f e e t u n d e r s c r e a m s b u t n o o n e s e e m s t o h e a r a t h i n g● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● •• Okay. It was obvious. The guy was crazy. Finding a small hint of fire in her, the old Zephyra rearing her head, her eyes narrowed despite her fear, “I am not your sweetheart,” she hissed, “And what do you mean you’ve seen it all before?” But shortly after her moment of bravado, the sheets she was clutching caught fire and she shrieked, tossing the blanket away from her as if it had burned her, the old Zephyra hidden once again... Oddly enough, some part of her brain realized that her hands were not burned, that she was unharmed, but fear was the primary factor. She had almost been raped, and then kidnapped by this crazy psychopath who was drinking... was that blood!? She gulped. Great. This was like one of her cheesy vampire romance novels. Great and powerful, dark and sexy vampire protagonist who was attempting to seduce naive, young, inexperienced beauty. Except that in the real work the vampire was a lunatic and she was kidnapped and wanted to leave. How sad that the real thing was never as good as the fictional book.
•• Wide eyes watched, not missing a detail, as Mr. Dark and Broody slowly walked over to the sheets she had tossed aside and stepped on the small lasting embers, extinguishing them. He then came closer to her. It was her imagination surely but she could have sworn she saw a flash of fangs in his mouth. Oh god, oh god. No... no... This can’t be happening. He sat down at the edge of the bed and she moved as far away from him as the bed allowed, her back pressed hard against the backboard, her legs pulled up as close to her body as possible. He reached towards her... she cringed, her shoulders rising, her head hunching down, as if she was attempting to retreat into herself the way a turtle does into his shell. But his hand dropped to rest on the bed and she relaxed slightly, eyeing him with a look she hoped said ‘don’t touch me or I will kill you’ though it probably came across more like a small fluffy harmless kitten hissing.
•• Okay there he went again, calling her Zephyra. It was a unique name... but it wasn’t her’s. Arya. Her name was Arya. She was... a lawyer. The word sounded strange to her brain. No. That was just her sub-conscience wishing she was more than she actually was. She was no one. She never would be anyone. But his questions gave her pause before she attempted to bravely tell him to let her go. Her dream... It had seemed so real... But surely she wasn’t a dragon. If she was, wouldn’t she know for sure and not have forgotten? She opened her mouth to reply with a negative but once again, she paused. Why would this guy be lying? To get some,
[/color] her mind replied, but that made little sense to her. Her green eyes flickered over him once more... He could get whoever he wanted whenever he wanted... Why play such games with her? A nobody? That didn’t make any sense. “Well... I keep dreaming that I can fly, that I’m a dragon... But that’s just my sub-conscience wishing to be free from work...” Even to her that sounded a little weak and unconvinced. •• Someone odd? “Anyone in my life that seems odd to me?” she repeated, and almost retorted that he was the only odd person in her life, the old Zeph once again rearing her head, but she bit her tongue. She didn’t want to anger this crazy guy. “No,” she replied, trying to say it as firmly and place as much conviction behind it as possible. But deep down, she found herself wondering about that... She had been feeling out of sorts lately, like a stranger among friends, a cuckoo who invaded a nest of different species. But she wasn’t going to let this guy know that. It would only encourage him. Her best line of action would be to lie, firmly let him know that he was crazy, that he got the wrong girl, and hope he would let her go. •• But suddenly the beautiful specimen of a man laughed. Taken aback, wondering what she had done to make him laugh, she stared at him. He looked at her with a small smirk that made her insides twist into little knots. Feeling disconcerted, she shifted uncomfortably under that look. Realizing once again her state of undress, Zephyra grimaced, her face blushing with embarrassment as she pulled on the other bed sheet as she got up from the bed, pulling it around her, making sure all of her was covered, before marching off in the direction he had indicated, attempting to appear as confident and in control as she could, though she felt none of it. Maybe there would be a window she could slip through in the bathroom and escape. Closing the door behind her, annoyed when she saw that there was no lock, Zeph looked around her, but was filled with disappointment as she saw that there was no means of escape in here. Heading to the closet he had indicated, she grabbed the first things she found and pulled them on, going over to the sink and splashing some water on her face, rubbing of some of the smeared mascara around her eyes, cleaning up her face so she didn’t look quite presentable once again, and then left the bathroom with one more forlorn look at the small windows that she could not fit through. •• Returning to the bedroom, she eyed the vampire suspiciously, “Why me?” she finally asked. “I’m nobody. I’m not this Zephyra-person you keep mentioning. I’m no one. Can’t you please let me go? I promise not to call the cops on you as lo...” she broke off as her eyes fixed on his blue ones and a memory so vivid hit her that it stopped her words in mid-sentence and caused her to double over. Fire. So much fire. Her body felt on fire. His touch. It made her burn everywhere. She wanted him. Now. Murmuring softly to him, frustrated as he continued to torment her, to bring her closer and closer to the edge but stopping before she could feel satisfaction. Pushing at his chest, flipping them over... Fire... So much fire... Gasping for breath, Zephyra’s eyes flew open... her entire body felt like it was still in flames as she leaned against the wall, green eyes staring into icy blue orbs, shaking from the vision... or memory... no it had to be a vision... Shaking her head and trying to calm herself down, Zephyra tried to make sense of what she had just seen. Her eyes narrowed. This man was surely affected by the virus. He must have put that vision into her head. It was the only explanation. The lust she had felt was slowly ebbing as the remnants of the vision faded. She just hoped he didn’t have telepathy or clairsentience right now.[/div][/blockquote] ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● come on, show 'em what you're worth ! m a k e e m g o o h o h o h a s y o u s h o o t a c r o s s t h e s k y● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● vladimir. TAGS ••• MUSE excellent.
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Post by vladimir dracula tepes on Mar 31, 2013 19:10:17 GMT -8
VLADIMIR DRACULA TEPES
His eyebrow raised up in amusement at her response. ”You caught that did you? Well, what do you think I meant?” he cocked his head to the side. Unable to stop himself his eyes roamed down the sheet that covered her as he simultaneously imagined the smooth expanse of skin that he knew lied beneath it. Vlad raised his eyes back up to hers, heat smoldering in his own. He shuddered for a moment as his imaginations got he best of him before he finally brought himself back to the present. He closed his eyes for a moment and when he finally opened them again he had for the most part repressed the desire and heat that was quickly overriding his logic. His lips moved into a playful smirk, “Everything….sweatheart, I’ve seen everything you hide beneath that sheet.” He explained, putting emphasis on ‘sweatheart’ simply because of the way she had initially reacted. Maybe he could at least drag some of that fiery anger that he knew had to be somewhere within her.
When his bed sheets spontaneously burst into flames he walked over and stomped on the sheet, crushing the remaining live embers before they lit anything else on fire. He forced a deep breath of air into his lungs as she moved as far away from him as the bed would allow. He understood that she was clueless as to who he was and some of the ways he acted could lend an air of insanity to him, but that didn’t make it any easier to watch her act like this. He had been getting to know her better recently and this only made it feel like someone had set the reset button for them. Vladimir tried to focus as much as he could as she actually cooperated and answered his questions. “That might not be your subconscious as much as you think. These dreams are probably your true memories slowly working their way through. Let me guess, you were a beautiful, magnificent ruby red dragon?” He asked, his voice softening as he was lost in a memory of when she had held him in her draconic talons after their fight in Greece. He stared down at his hands for a moment as he softly spoke, ”You are absolutely stunning in that form.” he was mostly speaking solely to himself, lost in thought for a brief moment. Vlad looked up at her again finally, ”That’s good, that’s good. No one odd in your life at least, although that means we have no leads as to how you ended up like this.”
From the couch once more, the millennia old deity watched her as she made her way to the bathroom, shutting herself in immediately. He sighed to himself in agitation, how was he supposed to endure this? It was like torture, only worse. Physical torture to him was nearly pointless and especially nowadays could hardly be carried out most of the time. But this, this was torture of the soul, torture of the mind. Forcing him to watch one of the strongest and most spirited women he had ever known to be changed so drastically. Not only did she not have a clue as to who or what she was but the temptation to touch her was becoming stronger by the minute. But to do so, he knew would spook her in her current state. He reached down by his feet and in a single gulp tossed the rest of the blood in his glass down his throat. The thick, rich liquid did little to settle his being, in fact as he sat there his grip on the glass tightened, shattering the glass. ”Shit.” He muttered unhappily. He had been trying to think of how to help her however then his mind had wandered off to how she was changing in his bathroom currently and how he would love to join her there for some less than noble activities, but without her memories that couldn’t happen. A growl settled itself deep in his throat at that thought.
Vladimir swept the glass shards into his already injured hand before dumping them in a waste bin and plucking those stuck in his hand free. Just as he was settling back down on the couch she emerged from the bathroom and his gaze instantly found her, watching her. He shook his head and met her eyes with his own, ”You can say that but you are Zephyra … Aphrodite, and many other names that all refer to the woman before me now. If not how would I have known about your tattoo? It’s not likely a doppelganger of you would just appear with the exact same tattoo as you have, actually there’s virtually no chance of…” his own voice broke off as her memory invaded his own mind just as suddenly as his mind was assaulted with glimpses of a night they had spent together. He easily remembered how her body felt beneath his hands, what he had done to please and tease her. His telepathy was usually under his strict control however with a brief glimpse of what she was imagining, or more accurately, reliving, he lost all control and was reliving the memory along with her. An unintentional groan left his lips, soon followed by a sensual growl. His eyes had closed and they flashed open to meet her own, desire blatant in his gaze. Without any conscious thought fire had began to dance along his fingertips as he had peered in on her memory.
A genuine smile crossed his face as he slowly unfolded himself from the couch, walking towards her smoothly, almost gliding, to come to stand before her. ”I’m not doing anything to your thoughts.” He leaned in slightly, careful not to invade her space overly much. “You know… I could do that all again. Give you such pleasure and so much more.” he finished, his voice bordering on being purely sensual. As he spoke his hand trailed up her arm lightly, the tiny flames dancing between their skin lightly, unable to harm either of them and strictly under his control. Vlad met her gaze from where he stood fairly close to her, his mind made up. ”Zeph … I’ll let you go right now and cease to bother you under one condition. Kiss me. Kiss me as you would a lover, not a brother, and if you can tell me you still think I’m completely insane, completely lying. If you can say you don’t think I knew you in an intimate manner then you can walk out of here right now. What do you say?” Either she would take the deal or she wouldn’t but hopefully either way she would still be here with him in the end. Hopefully, she would finally believe him and they could get to the bottom of this catastrophe.
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•• Removing the dress from the hanger, she lifted it up and held it up against herself infront of the mirror, eyeing it speculatively. It looked like it was her size. Removing the remainders of her garments, Zeph pulled the dress on... and was glad to see that it fit her perfectly. Whoever it had belonged to would surely miss it but Zeph was claiming this outfit as her own. The emotions she felt toward the dress were strange to her - possessive, almost like she wished to hoard the pretty black thing. Giving her head a soft shake, she glanced in the mirror, turning on the water and splashing it on her face, tearing off a small bit of toilet paper to remove some of the smudging of her makeup around her eyes. Satisfied that she looked presentable, she left the bathroom, determined to get out of there as fast as possible and get home. She eyed the vampire suspiciously where he sat on the couch. A hint of sadness and self contempt filled her as doubt filled her mind. ‘Why me?’ she found herself asking, a touch of sadness in her tone as she considered the fact that she was perfectly ordinary, not special in any way, shape, or form. But before she could finish and before she could really listen and comprehend what the man said, Zeph found herself smacked in the face with a vision so powerful it almost knocked her off her feet. For support, she ended up leaning against the wall, her breathing quick but soft and shallow as desire leapt to life in her body.
•• Slowly the vision faded, but the lust her body felt took far longer to slowly dwindle. Her eyes opened but did not see what was before her until she suddenly found that the vampire had moved closer, far too close, a smile on his lips, moving with a fluidity that was simply mesmerizing, her eyes fixing on the shifting, rippling, flexing motions of his muscles as he moved, her breathing shallow, her lips parted in a silent ‘ahh.’ She wanted to reach out and touch him, to brush her finger tips over his powerful body... With a sharp shake, Zeph blinked, attempting to shake some sense back into her head. But just as she thought she had a chance of getting herself back together, he spoke, leaning towards her slightly. And her body felt tightly wound and coiled once more, far to keenly aware of how close he was to her now. Her lips parted as if to speak, her green eyes gazing into his with a combination of lust and awe. His hand trailed up her arm, so soft a brush that it sent a shiver through her body. The flames did not burn her, to her surprise. In fact they felt comforting, warm, and intensified her lust all that much more. She found she didn’t care what he called her at that moment. Zeph. Arya. Aphrodite. It didn’t matter. She wanted him. And she wanted him badly... But she didn’t know what to do. This was not one of her romance novels where everything always turned out well in the end. This was real life... and the real world held consequences for such actions.
•• But all he was asking her for was a kiss. A lover’s kiss. What harm could that do? And she did so badly want to... The remnants of Zephyra’s persona urged her forward, hoping that this might weaken the spell keeping her captive behind Arya. The fire had weakened it already. Zeph didn’t notice it but flames were licking through her fingers, dancing up her arms in thin little tendrils. The old Zephyra urged her to accept, to kiss this dark mysterious stranger, promising her that she would not regret it, whispering as a sub-conscience - for that was all that could be done at this point. As if in a trance, Zephyra took a step closer, closing the gap between them, her hand lifting, not comprehending the flames dancing on her fingertips, reaching out to brush the bare fingertips of her hand up his arm to his shoulder, down his collarbone, his sternum. Arya let go, Zephyra taking the reins, her fingers hooking through the belt straps of his jeans and jerking him closer to her so that they were flush against each other, her nose drifting to the left, brushing against his before hungrily closing in, her lips meeting his.
•• It was like liquid molten lava had been poured into her veins, searing a trail through her body. And at just the moment as their lips met, a new vision, similar to the first, just as vivid as before, covering her vision with sensation, touch, and burning hot lust. For now, Arya was completely lost.
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Post by vladimir dracula tepes on Mar 31, 2013 23:11:57 GMT -8
VLADIMIR DRACULA TEPES
When she expressed wonder over how he would know that he merely stared at her somewhat blankly, giving an expression that gave the message of ‘Really?... Do you have to ask that?’ Once she had holed herself up in the bathroom he threw back the rest of his drink in frustration. Before he knew it the glass was shattered and several pieces had dug their way into his hand. Throwing the shards away, he cleaned his hand off before going to the couch once again. When she came out of the bathroom he stared for a few moments, the urge to touch her and do oh so much more to her was overwhelming seeing her in the dress. He recognized it as a dress she had left here recently and she looked absolutely stunning in it. He drew in a breath of cold air, hoping to shock himself out of it but failing for the most part. Vlad had began to argue with her over her identity when the memory of a passionate night they had spent together bled into his mind from her own thoughts. It made him want to repeat that experience and expand on it but without her full memory he couldn’t afford to entertain such thoughts with how she was reacting to him.
He was standing before her soon enough and running his hand lightly over her arm, allowing his flames to flicker lightly, teasingly over her skin. Then he struck and offered her the deal that could get her out of there immediately if she could meet his single condition. A kiss, nothing more and nothing less. A kiss like a lover’s, not a peck on the cheek or a brief light touch of lips, neither of those would do. And to fulfill his condition she had to tell him honestly that she continued to believe he hadn’t known her and was completely wrong in what he was telling her. Vladimir felt a spark of hope and deep recognition hit him as he noticed the flames that flickered and played along the skin of her hands and arms, flames that were her own. While he awaited her decision, he reached out with his pyrokinesis and playfully mixed tendrils of his own flames with hers, brushing his fire against her skin lightly.
He felt a surprising amount of shock when she took a step towards him, it usually took something seriously odd and surprising to shock him which in these circumstances this was to him. He shivered in delight as she ran her hand covered in flames over his bare arm and chest. ”Zeph… you shouldn’t test me like that. It’s hard enough to resist temptation as it is….” He groaned as her hand drifted over his sternum, his voice low and laced with desire. His body was jerked forward to meet hers and he smiled at her genuinely, noticing a bit more of the Zephyra he knew, in that action especially. He stood there for a moment, unmoving, allowing her to take the final step and close the last bit of distance between them.
When her lips met his he couldn’t help but growl low in his throat as he moved his lips against hers demandingly. His hands settled on her waist, holding her tight against him as he lost himself in her kiss. He could remember the nights they had spent together or the kisses they had shared but nothing was ever as pleasing as the real thing. It felt like he was made of fire, it was a hot, fiery passion not a dull slow burning one and being the pyro he was he loved it all the more for that. Vlad gently slid his tongue into her mouth as he lifted her feet off of the ground and backed her up against the wall. His right hand slid down her thigh, wrapped her leg around him as he ground his hips against hers slowly, his arousal probably obvious at this point. He pulled back from the kiss after a few additional seconds however he didn’t move his face away from hers. ”Zephyra….” he whispered her name almost as if in worship to her, in awe and pleasure at what had just happened. Without really giving her a chance to say anything regarding if she thought he was still lying or anything else at all he pressed his lips against hers again, holding her close to him up against the wall. He knew he should probably stop kissing her and step back but he couldn’t help it. As he stood there he slid her other leg up to wrap around him as well and deepened the kiss further, fire licking up and down most of his arms now unconsciously fueled by his desire.
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Post by zephyra aphrodite drakonia on Apr 1, 2013 9:26:06 GMT -8
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[style=text-align: center; font-size: 20px; font-family: times new roman; color: 660035]do you ever feel already buried deep ? s i x f e e t u n d e r s c r e a m s b u t n o o n e s e e m s t o h e a r a t h i n g● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● •• A feeling of satisfaction swept through her as the vampire groaned at no more than her touch. Who would have thought that she could do that? It made her feel oddly powerful, to be able to do such a thing. His words brought a small amused smile to her lips as she slipped her fingers through the loops of his jeans and gave him a sharp yank to bring them flush against each other. She had to reach up slightly, considering how he was at least six feet and she was five foot seven, but she managed relatively easily, brushing her nose lightly against his as her head tipped to the side, agonizingly slow. For just a brief second she hesitate, her lips a mere inch from his, wondering at how she had ended up in this situation, how she had gone from terrified in a stranger’s bed to this, but it vanished without a trace and she closed that last inch, caution thrown to the wind.
•• It was like liquid lava ran through her veins, searing a trail through her everywhere their bodies touched, shooting through her, making her flames burn brighter and more powerful. And at just the moment their lips met, a new memory covered her vision. Okay so perhaps there was something to what he had said. Perhaps she was more than she had originally thought. But then what had happened to her? Why didn’t she remember? Why did she think she was someone else? But she was lost to the moment and would have to think those things over later. She could feel his hands move, coming to rest on her waist, holding her tightly against him. Her hands moved to rest on his upper arms, her nails digging in slightly as he invaded her mouth with his tongue and lifted her off the ground and pressed her up against the wall. The pressure, feeling pinned, seemed to fuel her desire more as her hands moved up to his shoulders, meeting him with her own passion as they kissed.
•• Zeph didn’t resist as his hand slid down her thigh and lifted her leg to rap around him. She could feel his arousal as he ground against her core. It briefly crossed her mind that this was becoming a great deal more than a kiss, but Zeph could care less. Reason had been swept away with caution and she had no intention of recalling them. Actual fire was starting to lick against the ground and wall beneath and behind her, though whether she was the cause or Vlad was, who knew. Perhaps it was them both. He pulled away and Zeph found that her breathing had increased in tempo, as had her heart as it beat a sharp rap against her rib cage. Perhaps she should stop this... Perhaps... No... He whispered her name and Zephyra came through entirely. For just a fleeting moment, she was back. She could remember everything. Their fight on the Parthenon, that night in Athena so many centuries ago, the last few weeks. He was hers. She remembered him. Vladimir...
•• He didn’t give her a chance to say anything though as he rekindled the kiss, holding her close, lifting her other leg so that she was straddling his hips. Digging in her nails in his shoulders, she lifted herself up slightly on him as he did so and pulled herself as close to him as possible. Suddenly, the entire wall burst into flames behind her, flickering over the plaster without burning it - for now. “Vlad... Too many clothes.” she murmured against his lips, unable to make coherent statements, only fragments. But seemed straightforward enough. The air around them crackled with energy as she fought the temptation to simply burn both their clothes to bits to get rid of the pesky material between them. The black dress she was wearing was bunched around her hips from how she was straddling him and while she wasn’t wearing a damn thing under it, he was still wearing the bloody jeans and she wanted them off. Both of them.
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Post by vladimir dracula tepes on Apr 1, 2013 13:35:52 GMT -8
VLADIMIR DRACULA TEPES
He had her trapped between himself and the wall, not that she was complaining in any way, quite the opposite from her reaction. He loved the feel of her nails digging into the skin of his arms as he slid his tongue into her mouth, moving it around in almost a parody of sex as they kissed. Vlad was immensely pleased that she was reacting to his touch and meeting him with passion of her own, if she hadn’t he wasn’t sure what he would have done then. It had began as a kiss however it was quickly going far past that. If she were to tell him to stop he would but until then he didn’t think he could bring himself to stop without her say so. His own passion burned through his veins in a frenzy, wanting an outlet, spurring him on.
He often could act a perfect gentleman but with the desire running through him and driving him on, he was much more animalistic than gentlemanly right now. He ground his arousal against her, the layer of the cloth between them aggravating him as he did so. He desperately wanted to rip off his jeans and have his way with her yet he held himself back by some strand of control, he couldn’t be sure she wanted that without her stating so with the way her memories had been played with recently. A groan escaped him as she moved while straddling his hips and dug her nails into his shoulders. He was barely aware of the flames that licked the walls and rest of the apartment, and for now they didn’t concern him. For now the flames were contained enough to avoid catching anything aflame so it was safe enough to worry about them later in his opinion.
She murmured his name and his desire was lit anew, strengthened by the single syllable on his name leaving her lips. Her next words nearly sent him into a primal frenzy. Too many clothe, it had been just what he had wanted to hear at that moment. His hands slid back up to her waist, bunching the delicate fabric of her dress even further and a bit higher than before. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he reached down and as smoothly as he could relieved himself of the rest of his clothing.
He kicked his jeans across the room, where they finally stopped sliding by hitting the wall. Slowly, teasingly, he slid his hands up from her waist, sliding the dress higher and higher until all it truly covered was her breasts, his hands grazing the sides of her breasts lightly. All the while he had been looking her in the eyes, hoping to watch her reaction to his touch on her face. He kissed along her jaw and up to her ear, lightly nipping at it before whispering to her, “It’s up to you sweetheart …” He was leaving it up to her to take that last step with this. Leaving it so she could not later argue in any way that she wasn’t willing or hadn’t meant to do that.
[OOC: uhhh skip? Well unless you’re going to have her back out =P ]
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