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| Topic Started: Fri Jun 12, 2009 9:47 pm (432 Views) | |
| Night | Fri Jun 12, 2009 9:47 pm Post #1 |
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Tonight the room was heavy with apprehensive air, musicians fought to keep up with the rhythm needed. More drinks than normal were being served, people sat stiff backed in their chairs. In the room sat a man with a drink in the corner, the darkness veiling his presence. In the spot light was a girl. I knew when I first saw you On the showroom floor You were made for me I took you home And dressed you up in polyester Princess of my dreams Emotionless and cold as ice All of the things I like The way you look The way you move Air a perfect shade of black like a tortured midnight, eyes as though they were sculpted from emeralds themselves, lashes dangerously long, and lips identical to that of a porcline dolls. Skin also resembled something almost inhuman. Like the best kind of plastic and chrome. The girl danced around the stage, tossing her head about in a very unlady like manner. The man in the corner watched, waiting for someone. Our private life is subject to investigation No time to waste People say they heard about our deviation But you never looked so good Night danced around her heart flittering uncontrollably, she was to meet another of her masters friends. Which usually involved her being handled in some way, some simply examined her, ran their fingers down her cheeks. This made a shiver go down her spine, but most of all it was the examination of the tattoo on her back that made butterflies erupt in her stomach. As the music pounded in her ears she danced to get rid of the nervousness. After twenty minutes of dancing she turned for just a moment to wink behind her shoulder at the corner table. That now had two occupants. Her step faltered. |
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| Draco Orion | Sat Jun 13, 2009 6:41 pm Post #2 |
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Hours before the spotlights and the waving motionless curtains began to open the door cracked open with little effort. A tall shadow swept in from the cold chills of the night. The bright moon clearly sang a sweet song as the shadow stepped forward to reveal his nice easy grin about his face. His pearl laced teeth lightly slipping from his red, luscious upper lips. The feeling of death sank into the room, the cold dry mood made the others before him question if he was alive or dead. It mattered not for most of those in which were sitting about the tables were mostly odd creatures themselves. Some even possibly worse then Draco. Draco's tied black boots shifted to the right as he spotted a nice lightly tinted dark corner. His pale skin moving in the air as he waved down a waitress that was soon to assist him with his needs. His black cloak shuttered about the ground as the dust from the hardwood floors stuck to his cotton-like fabric. His Hood hovering just over his eyes as his hands reached form the tip of it's black pointy knot just above his forehead. Stretching his arm backward his pale face sank deeper into the dark as he started to sit. His silver shiny hair sparkling in the absent moving lights on stage. His mind was stale with the odor of some wretched thing sitting a few tables down. As bothering as it was he let it slide as he knew he was here for something, something Yaksha talked so elegantly about the past few days ago. Draco sliding his arm about the table watched the stage as if dazing off the soft chimes of melody began to ring in his ears and the curtains opened. A wonderful sound filled his ears with pleasure such talent. Creeping just from the curtain was the wonderful doll in which Yaksha once talked of. Her skin was almost perfect through out the many different colors of the stage. She seemed calm and most of all eccentric as to her own capabilities. Without any track of time minutes had swayed into the past as Draco watched focused on the simple Nymph ahead of him. Then a wink sparkling through the dark crowded spaces. It reached Draco as he examined her feet. His eyes dangled downward as her feet crossed rudely with misconception. She was going to fall, Draco stood up quickly as he watched her lightly begin to tumble as he made his way through the bustling crowd to catch her. He was quick to act for her, she seemed alone and one of a kind in such a world. Draco could only think of protecting her from falling, it sank deeper and deeper into the back of his mind, Almost Jealousy that Yaksha had such a creation under his bewilderment. Draco then without any regret sprang forward to catch her. Waiting and watching to see if she was really going to fall forward into his arms Draco simply watched as she struggled to correct herself... |
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| Night | Sun Jun 14, 2009 3:40 am Post #3 |
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Night struggled for her balance, now she was not always the most graceful woman. Now was one of those moments. However it showed the talent in her movement. Swaying her arms about to get some balance she almost had it for a moment or two before she fell head first of stage. The balance would have stayed had she not seen the mans arms by the name of draco she believed yak had told her near her. Almost like a magnet she fell into them. If the squeaky wheels always gettin the greese I'm totally devoted to disturbin the peace And I'll do it all again, when I get it done Until I become your number one Looking up at him she could still feel him holding onto her. A smile came upon her lips showing her pearl white teeth. "Hi. I'm so sorry about that..." Then a thought occurred, he must feel her small wings if he were to hold her like this. Had he seen the pattern on her back? Looking at him she shifted slightly. The eyes caught her, and she shamelessly stared for a moment or two. Then the buzz of the tattoo on her back brought her back into the present. The music. The smell of beer. The feel of him catching her. No method to the madness and means of escape Gonna break every rule I'll bend them all out of shape It ain't a question of 'how' just a matter of when You get the message that I'm tryin to send Standing up quickly she smoothed over her dress and did a small curtsie. "I have been told to be a good girl." A smile played on her lips. "Did you like the dance? Or are you not accustomed to such movement as yak is?" Her emerald eyes sparkled with a kind of mischief hard to ignore. |
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| Draco Orion | Sun Jun 14, 2009 4:20 am Post #4 |
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Draco's arm tensed as the loud slap crashed through the music the light tickle on his fingers as she landed perfectly. His arms tensed as the weight of her rarely felt like a feather due to his strength as a vampire. The light slitter of her wings fiddled with his palms. His cold blue eyes met hers as if he couldn't look away he tried to look away but with a quick smile found her beautiful. Her emerald eyes sank deeper into his and then the music began to ring in his mind bringing him back to reality as she spoke. Her voice was soft and almost embarrassed as she slipped away from his grasp. Draco liked her she was light and cute. Her dress was wonderful as well. He liked it due to it's old fashion like style rather then the new sexy fabric recently released. He thought it made women look stupid and overly eccentric about things. He looked at her quickly as she spoke. He gave her his attention easily as she seemed almost enthused that Draco caught her. "Sorry, sorry for what you simply fell into my arms. Trust me the pleasure was all mine." Draco watched her fix herself as she gave him a smile. His grin left his face moments ago as he smiled back with a quick motion of his hand moved his hair away from the left side of his pale face. The silver strands of hair straining to stay out of the way. "The dance was magnificent delicate and easily impressive, plus you got the legs for it." Draco paused and then replied once more in his smooth cold voice. "No reason to be told to be good, after all why listen to those who can keep you from doing wild things. You must not know me Yak and I we go back a little ways back we are almost alike in are many pleasures of life and you my sweet dear are quite intriguing." Draco felt rude for not announcing and with came his speech. "The name is Draco, leave it at that Miss...?" The music cut off and then a new tune began to chime into the background as a light splatter of beer made it's way onto Draco's black cotton like shirt. Draco looking down lightly wiped it down with little disgust for such mongrels about the crowd. He then spoke once more. "Your name?" |
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| Night | Sun Jun 14, 2009 4:36 am Post #5 |
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Night moved slightly closer over to the table where the man that possessed her sat, being a possesion. For a moment a flicker of sadness flickered through her eyes; this was soon replaced. "Night. Yak calls me men puppe. Its for my puppet." Night made to continue but a rather drunk man walked past her, bumping into her shoulder. This made for the bottle to fall to the floor as well as Night. Her body hit the ground with only a light thud. But the glass was another matter, it crushed benith her hand, a peice smashing into skin, sitting comfortably in her hand muscle. Crimson blood began to run down her hand and arm. Looking at her hand she squirmed, holding it in her good hand her body began to tremble, the color draining from her face. The tattoo on her back almost buzzed with pleasure as it told her something about the stranger. Her green eyes narrowed as she watched his ocean blue eyes look at the blood with hunger. As realization passed through her expressions the tattoo on her back buzzed with a dull pleasure. The air was now filled with the scent of her blood. It was an almost citrus smell that reminded one of sweet but exotic flavors. To Night her blood had always tasted far to bitter. But then again she didnt drink blood did she? Walking over to him she put her hand out. "Please! Get it out! Get it out!" Frantic as she was, she looked at him firmly. |
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| Draco Orion | Sun Jun 14, 2009 4:50 am Post #6 |
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Draco watched her closely as the lousy Drunk lightly budged her. Stuck in the crowd made his way to the table only to find her out of sight. The looking down a few feet away she lay on the floor. The beer bottle slamming into the ground connecting with her delicate hand. The light scent of blood filled his nostrils. The blood tasted tangy and almost juicy already in his throat. It seemed as though this one had a interesting blood type. One that Draco hadn't come across, exotic in almost every way that he sensed it. Her emerald eyes seemed to sink into her hand as she seemed almost scared that the glass would kill her. Standing up Draco walked toward her and then quickly sat again as she slammed her hand on the table. The smell was stronger and he knew it wouldn't do him any good without asking to taste. He control was almost magnificent as his teeth began to tingle. "Calm down there Puppe, I will get it out, relax." Draco bending closer to her hand bared his teeth as he examined the smell even more but his eyes focused on the tiny piece of glass almost barely able to see. His head bent over as he looked at her once more before placing his tooth about the glass piece and lightly bit. His eyes almost sinking into the back of his head with the taste of blood. Regaining his control dug it out easily and harmlessly. She wouldn't turn into a vampire, he didn't even really bite rather slide his tooth across her palm and made the glass come out. She seemed to shutter with his action and yet he placed the glass in his hand and spoke. "See? All out and no pain, forgive me if I frightened you I would never bite you without your permission, Puppe are you alright?" |
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| Night | Sun Jun 14, 2009 4:58 am Post #7 |
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The glass peice in her mind was freakin huge. Her hand shook as he took it, his skin was oddly hot against her as she watched him, his mouth came down to her mouth and she shivered. Fangs never really did scare her, as long as she nkew they would eventually come back out again. A visable shiver went through her spine as she watched his teeth graze the glass, it slid out in a painless, fast, swift motion. The look on his eyes made her tattoo warm to her skin. The vampires in the night should be a danger, should be a threat, should send her running. Yes. That was the logical thing. This tattoo made her stay, if it were gone? Logic would come back. But for now she had not hte courage to ask for it to be taken away again. Looking at him she let out a slow breath she didnt know she was holding. Still he held her hand. Then she held up her wrist and arched one eye brow. "Taste?" Was yak proud of her? Was she being a good little dollie. It didnt matter. The tattoo wanted the blood. |
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| Draco Orion | Sun Jun 14, 2009 5:11 am Post #8 |
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Draco watched her as she seemed almost lightly interested in such things as his teeth. Them again the girl had been subjected to Yaksha, a zombie Demon might have shown her more then needed. Draco observed her once more and looked to her arm as he held her wrist lightly. The tattoo must have been what was holding her so close to Yak. After all this time the poor thing wasn't free, yet why free her she was far too kind and sweet to be tainted but what would lay ahead if Yaksha let her go. He almost hated Yak for it but respected him at the same time. She was all too pure for such cruel things as the real world and what it would bring to her. Draco sank deep into thought and then snapped back as he found him self looking at her blood in a light daze. Her voice snapped at him quickly sending him back to the present situation as she offered him a taste of her blood. He lightly grinned at her ease of trust in him and lightly nodded in a negative manner. "Unfortunately my dear there are those among us that wish not to see such things about a place as this, so in a glass if you would." Draco paused as he looked back to her arm. "After you should get some water and a towel and wiped that up." Draco was being kind to her because she was completely trusting of him and simply care free of certain things. Even when she fell Draco felt something different a vibe that was almost perfect to him. His eyes locked onto hers as he smiled at her with a light feeling in his chest... |
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| Night | Sun Jun 14, 2009 5:22 am Post #9 |
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A disapointed sting ran through her back. Pouty she folded her arms. On her neck you could see two faint red dots, last week. Below her collar bone, two red dots. Five days ago. Two on her belly unseen purple. Yesterday. A memory of last night flooded back. Lips on her stomach, then the short seering pain that followed, the sensation the made the tattoo on her back thrum in pleasure. Soon the black claimed her however and she woke up alone in yaks bed. The present got her attention again as she smiled back at him, did her tattoo call? He looked at her like it did.... A waiter brought dracos drink and placed it on the table leaving as if to ignore the couple, as if they were meant to be invisible. Putting her wrist over the drink she let several drops taint and swirl into the clear drink until it was a hot red. "In a glass it is then." Raising an eye brow she ellegently motioned for him to sip it. "Like a fine wine I MUST SAY. If its an appealing taste you may get it from the source, far less deluited." The doll sat straight in her chair, her hair falling down her shoulders smile on her face. The light shone on her skin, if most didnt know any better they would assume hse was made of the best laytex, steel, and chrome. |
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| Draco Orion | Sun Jun 14, 2009 5:41 am Post #10 |
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The glass sang a light clear melody as it was interrupted by the lightly lush red drops filling the clear water with blood. A deep red that made his tongue tingle with excitement. His blue eyes focused on her hair and then her skin as it seemed almost perfect in a way she was made. His mind sang a song of desire for her blood that he grabbed the glass and began to drink it in a elegant manner as if to be gentlemen like. His teeth sank deeper into a daze of bewilderment of exotic excitement to the new taste of blood. The fruit like taste sprang his interest quickly as he listened to her next words. "The source you say, oh the things I am thinking my dear Puppe." The blood had sank deep into his throat and then into his cold stomach as it easily warmed with satisfaction. Even with as diluted as it was it was a grand taste of pleasure and desire. His eyes darted toward hers and spoke. "So perfect, so elegantly tasteful!" Draco began to get loud with excitement he needed more, he wouldn't settle for less and his body began to spring to life as if not even cold anymore. She was so pure and thoughtless and easily amusing to him. His cold eyes began to lighten up with interest as he flickered back to reality as the blood slide past his taste buds. It was dull again silent his body slowed down and his excitement was gone. Recollecting himself he averted his eyes to her back the Tattoo was the main situation here. "So this Tattoo of yours is the source of your miserable slavery?" Draco couldn't after such a taste as hers let her go on by herself. Draco wanted her safe and sound and to himself for years to come her blood was almost unbearable now with the taste still in his mouth. His cold eyes leaning inward at hers as he waited for her to explain... |
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| Night | Sun Jun 14, 2009 5:57 am Post #11 |
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"Yes." She said without hesitation. Behind her hse oculd feel yaks eyes burning into her, his words knawing at her mind. Not a prisonment a helpfulness of protection from the world, to show her how much fun they could really have under the nights protection behind closed doors. Just his words in her mind made her tattoo buzz. "It was given by blood. It also taken by lust....I was pushed down...." Her eyes seemed distant. "But then I caved in...after the screams..." Her eyes were nearly empty. The look on her face. "Then their was his friends...." Though it was not that much of an explanation it was the things that weren't said that were the most important. Then holding as much concentration as she could muster she smiled over at yak and explained how she assumed he would want her to. "I am given a choice. To be on my own, but to be hurt he says. Or to be with him and save as long as I am there to pleasure him when he wants, to be abused when he's angry. Some people want to be abused, some need to abuse, some of them want to use you. After all. Thats what sweet dreams are made of." Her eyes showed both pain, pleasure, and excitement. And she drilled it into his saphire eyes, did his face seem closer? "Then he started to bring his friends." The music thrummed in the back ground. Beat through the floor boards. Vibrated through the walls. The music beckoned her over, but she ignored it, simply swaying her rib cage now and then to the beat. |
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| Draco Orion | Sun Jun 14, 2009 6:13 am Post #12 |
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He was shocked at her words those awful words in which she seemed to elegantly easy to believe was what life was really made of. It was almost pathetic to think that Yaksha taught her such things just to have her at his side. So the tattoo meant everything in Draco's situation. He wanted her from now on and he would have it but what did she want to do break free from Yaksha's Grasp, or stay his pet and be delivered to those that want free erotic moments with her. Draco wouldn't have it either way. She was too pure for him to let it slide that easy. "Bastard!" Draco exclaimed violently as he slammed his fist into the wall beside him to his left ripping a hole in the wall within seconds. He then observed her to dance as he watched her body sway back and forth in a sexy pattern that amused him. Draco could tell how easily it must have been as delicate as she was. What the hell was he thinking taking advantage of her and then giving her away like some doll. Well regardless of what she is even if a doll she shouldn't be treated in such a manner especially with ones blood as pure as that. So innocent and rightfully on the wrong path of the truth. The world is cruel to her already yet why would he let her go if he could make a profit. The world is worse and so she would return to him! NO! Draco snapped out of thought as he stood up and spoke, "You can't let him do that anymore you have to stay with me and never tell him to remove your tattoo, you have to!" Draco sank it deep in his mind this was the only way. "The world is rotten Love, too rotten for your precious eyes to see. You can't go to his calling or get rid of the tattoo. You have to stay here and dance and come to me as soon as your done every day and you will be happy and treated like you should be!" "You have to!" Draco's eyes glared at her hoping she would understand where she was coming from her eyes meeting his as she danced Draco lightly calmed down and spoke once more... "Please..." |
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| Night | Sun Jun 14, 2009 6:28 am Post #13 |
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The impact of his fist in the wall made her jump. The anger in his eyes scared her to peices. But he was yaks friend. Didnt he want her for the same reasons? Night thought that they were friends and he would think the same way. Looking at him she nearly shrunk back into herself. Now she felt stupid, why did she keep the damn thing? All it did was make her lust every night, it made her something that was unpure. But still he wanted her to keep it and still be connected with her current lover. Looking at him her brain was frozen. The tattoo was almost smiling, it fed of this kind of emotion. "Everybodys looking for something." She said reasonably. I-I-I thought you were friends, I dont understand I'm confused why are you so mad arent you like one of them!??!!" Looking at his hand she ran her finger tips over the palm of his hand. Standing she almost gave in. Looking at him she was only a mere foot away. "N-n-n-no I need to tell him I need I need. I need to go." Looking at his blue eyes she turned and pushed through the crowd, ran through the door. Through the darkness, until she saw a familiar stone home. Barging through the door she navigated through the home in such a frenzy she fell to the floor. Scraping her knees the table top caught her neck, cutting a deep hole in the side. Putting a hand to her neck she found the all to familiar bedroom and fell onto the matress in exhaustion. |
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| Draco Orion | Sun Jun 14, 2009 6:44 am Post #14 |
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Draco watched her in her confused look of being absolutely lost at Draco's reaction. His mind was swirling a thousand thoughts a second. Even when dead the things she said sting gave a deep burn to his chest as if a heart were still there beating. The music cascaded over him as his head began to pound his faltered mouth had made her scared and lost. He didn't know what else he could say to explain. He was simply trying to save her. The lights from the stage she once danced on flickered in his eyes as she spoke. Her body so close to him as he went to touch she pushed away from him. He then sprang back to life out of the mood and yelled out to her as she broke free from the crowd. "I am not like those horrible users!" He sank in a deep breath and yelled once more over the crowd, "Me Puppe!" His eyes scattered about the crowd with no sight of her. Her height was a mere 5'8" and Draco was taller then most to see over the bustling crowd about dancing to their hearts content. The with a quick glance he caught her springing out the back door of the club. Draco walked quickly after her as he made himself go into a light irritation of thoughts. His mind unclear of why she would run off to tell Yaksha of her freedom she so eagerly wanted. She wouldn't be happy at all. Draco pacing himself found himself outside staring straight into the dark night. Her scent rang through his nostrils easily as he caught her vivid red dress int he distance and then gone from the midnight shadows of moon. Running forward reached a stone like house cold and eerie for such a place as Draco examined the swung open door. "She must be in there." The house looked familiar to him as he second guest himself over once more as to who's it was. He cared not as he barged into the already open door and found her about the bed to his left. Blood seeping through the stone like cracks of the ground as they lead to her neck about the bed. The small puddle like stain sank deeper into the white blankets about the wooden headpiece of the bed. Speaking softly towards her knelt down. "Please I beg you Puppe for us..." |
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| Night | Sun Jun 14, 2009 6:53 am Post #15 |
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The cold bit at her skin, she pulled the covers over her skin as she buried her head away from the words to stay, for us...mein puppe. How many times before had she heard THOSE words. Too many times. Twenty times over. The words made her roll her eyes at him, the blood running down her neck was exhausting her, putting a hand to her neck she felt the blood ooze from the cracks between her fingers. The covers were so warm, so warm and so soft, familiar and comforting. Looking at him she came to the end of the bed. "Are you going to do the same thing!? YES! You are and you know it! It will give you a pleasure to pin me down to keep me there to feed on me. You want to now dont you." Lifting her bloodied hand she slapped him across the face. A trail of prints was left on his face. Looking at him she pushed a peice of hair out from her face. Sooner or later yak would hear her. Sooner or later he would walk in.. |
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