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Post by ARIEL SOLVENTI on Aug 17, 2012 1:49:59 GMT -5
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The form of a young blond rested on a cliff over looking the glassy water below. Her legs dangling over the edge as she stared off in the distance. Her amythist orbs shimmering in the moonlight. Her blonde locks seemed to glow from the light in the night sky. The frame of her body was dressed in a short white dress that stopped in the middle of her thighs and showed her slender form rather nicely. Her legs were covered by a pair of black stockings and some slightly worn black boots.
Ariel was a slave. A food source for vampires that needed her own life giving liquid to quench their hunger. She had survived in this existance since she was fourteen years of age. While it was not a life she enjoyed all that much at least she still had her life. If she had not been taken by the Vampire slave trader who took her from the streets odds are that she would be dead now. Although if she had stayed at home she would still be living the same existance that she had been since her birth. The life of a child forgotten in the shadows.
Her parents constant ignoring of her drew the girl to cut herself to sooth the pain she felt in her heart. The scars on her wrist were proof of that. At one point Ariel was so broken by her family that she attempted to take her own life. Although that resulted in her nearly being sent away to a psychiatric hospital. Luckily she ran away from her home in time to avoid that.
It would be a far stretch to say that her life as a slave were easy. While she was often worked to the bone and punished for doing things wrong. As well as having her blood drained from her body, it was not all bad. There were days when she could be granted freedom from her servitude to do other things. They were very rare, but they did exist. This was one such time for Ariel.
A soft sigh left her petal colored lips as she closed her eyes. A soft shutter echoed through her body. The cool autum air was blowing across the water. While the season was rather lovely with the trees changing color the blonde did not like the cold weather that accompanied it. Aside from the freezing sensation in her form Ariel was very relaxed. She liked the peace that staring up at the sky gave her. At the edge of the lake was possibly the best place to be at the current time. "So beautiful..." Her voice was so soft. Just bearly above a whisper.
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Post by COUNT DRACULA on Aug 17, 2012 10:21:04 GMT -5
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It was another night that the count found himself wandering away from his hauntingly shadowed castle. As he floated along, the moon did its best to illuminate his weighted mind, but could shed no light on it. Perhaps that was what drew him to the lake, the fact that the moon was so eagerly reflected there with all of its light and regalness. The added luminescence from the glossy lake helped to lift some of the fog that pushed upon the vampire king, but he felt confined yet still.
But as his lifeless eyes finally looked up, they came across one of his slaves. Perhaps it wasn't the light of the lake that drew him, but her scent. Just then, a feeding sounded as though it could do wonders to ease his burden.
He could see as he silently drew closer that it was one of his younger slaves; this one in particular was used for feeding more than working, as she had a delectable mellowness to her blood that was soothing to him, and, he guessed, his other vampires as well. He supposed the taste of her blood was due to the self-inflicted lacerations that gored her arms. A vampire always had a way of feeling the emotions within the blood of their prey.
The shadow-walking count wanted to sigh, but could not, as he would give away his presence, no doubt. As much as he was required to keep up appearances for his children, he did not view them all as prey. He needed to feed just as much as the next vampire had to, however, the act of drinking blood had forever been a sacred thing to him. It was not merely taking the blood of a creature, as most of his children treated it as, but it was indeed an intimate ceremony, a bonding, a sharing. He tried not to let his face show as much.
He stood directly behind her now, her delicate shape looking as fragile as a wilted rose petal. The moonlight caught on her pale dress and played in its folds like a giddy child. A single murmur from her lips and he knew she thought she was alone.
"Beautiful indeed."
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Post by ARIEL SOLVENTI on Aug 17, 2012 13:27:59 GMT -5
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The wind blew past her frame and caused her blonde locks to fly with it. She noticed a smell that was second nature to her senses now the scent of death. It was a smell that often accompanied the undead of the world. She could tell that a vampire was near. As to where they were it did not truely matter to her. Her mind was elsewhere at the moment. Trapped back in the world of confusion that had lead her into the world of eternal night.
Part of Ariel still ached for the freedom she once had as a normal human. A girl who could run freely in the grass and enjoy the warm sun. Although that was not what life could give her now. All she had was the cool enbrace of the night air and the reflection of the moon on the water below. She wondered if she would ever be allowed to feel the sun again.
The sudden sound of the vampire's voice made her jump a bit. Her amythist orbs shimmering with concern for her own well being. A knot grew in the pit of her stomach as she stood. It was a voice that she knew well. Having heard it many times in the castle. She even knew the fangs that lie behind the lips that spoke to her. It was the very father of all the beings who drained life from her kind.
Ariel turned to face him. Dropping her head just a bit and moving her iridescent locks to bare her neck. It was an action most slaves did to show their master respect. She took in the features of the creature before her. He was the first of the vampire kind and the king of them all. They called him father while those of her kind that were still free called him a monster. She was trapped in between the two worlds. A human who was force to be loyal to the very beings that used her kind.
"Master..." She dropped her head and closed her eyes. She felt herself fall into the grass below on her knees. It was simply the natural action that her body took to in the precense of Dracula alone. While in the company of his children all a slave had to do was bow, but when in front of their father they had to kneel and hold their words unless spoken to. After years of doing this it was practically second nature to Ariel.
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Post by COUNT DRACULA on Aug 17, 2012 22:34:34 GMT -5
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Post by ARIEL SOLVENTI on Aug 20, 2012 18:43:26 GMT -5
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Ariel took his hand hesitantly and rose to her feet slowly. She was a bit nervous and her body shook as she stood before the vampire lord. The moonlight played off her features like a supernatural effect. It turned her pale blonde locks into a cascade of white and her violet orbs seemed to glow.
Being in the company of the first and most powerful of all vampires was strange seeing him outside of the castle though. Then again she rarely got away from the castle herself. The night air held a chill that was growing even more into her bones. A soft shutter raced through her body as she looked at the count. To say that Ariel's nerves were not getting to her would be a total lie.
She was unsure of what to say in reply to his statement. Although her mouth seemed to move to the first statement that came in her head. "What brings you out to the lake master?" Her words were so simple, yet they still managed to bring a red hue to her cheeks. It was rare for her to be so nervous.
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Post by COUNT DRACULA on Aug 20, 2012 19:42:21 GMT -5
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It was clearly evident that the girl was nervous. But this was something the count was used to, as his presence had always had an intimidation factor upon people. He was sure it did not help that he was acting out of place, acting oddly compared to how he usually behaved.
Her nerves exposed like a poet's open notebook, he looked down into her face, seeing as the moonlight lit her up like an oil lamp. As all of his slaves did, she hated her life of work and coerciveness, but it was apparent to him then that she was a person of the night. But a person of the light. How to make sense of that, the soulless man knew not, but he could see that her life had clearly been touched, raveled, by the night. However, she was no monster, no creature of darkness...she was human, and soft, and warm. In the positive ways.
He sighed into the cool night air, wishing that it would carry his troubles away like it carried his sigh away. Why was he analyzing his slave like this? It did not matter, he did not require another thing pushing down on his mental state.
As clumsy as all humans were, she stood up, with the want of immortal grace, and shivered. Perhaps it was the night air, or perhaps it was himself; either way, he took off his midnight-hued cloak and placed it in her outstretched arm. "A chill within the castle walls may not give you a cold, but the dusk on the Carpathians in Autumn will have no mercy upon a thin, cotton dress." Showing such compassion to a slave? It was as well that he was outside the castle and none of his children were near to bare witness.
Should she catch a cold, however, she would be of no use to him. It would be a waste of such precious life. How could he allow that to happen?
"I've simply come to clear my winded head. What beckons you to wander in the dead of night, child? You should know very well that things more dangerous than common illness lurk in the darkness..."
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Post by ARIEL SOLVENTI on Aug 20, 2012 20:36:29 GMT -5
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The blonde accepted the cloak happily. She wrapped the thick fabric around her small frame. It helpped to warm her rather easily and blocked out the cold wind. It was nice to be protected against the elements. Although it was rather strange for the master to be acting like this.
Ariel could feel a soft chill run down her spine as she took a few steps towards him. Only to stumble forwards and fall into his chest. A gasp was the only noise that left her mouth as she gripped his clothing. The teen was so clumsy when her nerves had the better of her.
"I'm sorry master!" She stumbled backwards quickly. Falling down on her bottom and getting mud on the cloak. "I originally came here to enjoy the stars and the moonlight." She stood back up again slowly. Mud covering her shoes and upper legs. How could she have embarassed herself so much in front of the King of all vampires?
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Post by COUNT DRACULA on Aug 21, 2012 8:13:12 GMT -5
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The poor girl, frightened of him and stumbling around frantically. Her backwards launch into the mud...made him chuckle a little.
The count found himself yet again, reaching forward with a hand to help the poor slave up. It seemed even without the blood, this overly human girl could relieve his somber pressures. Hand extended, he offered, "I often do the same when I find something is weighing my mind heavily. However, it appears that you've got something other than mental pressures weighing you down." He chuckled warmly again. Chuckling wasn't out of the ordinary for him...it's just that it was not usually caused by something as petty and mortal as a human being human, it was more or less due to the things that were just then pressing contritely upon him. It was newly refreshing, to say the least, that he could find humor in something other than darkness. Refreshing was a word the count rarely ever used, anymore...
A monster. Was that all he was? Of course, his children looked up to him for it, but was it true? Did he lack all humanity? Surely not, as he had been human once. He hadn't entirely given up his mortal mentalities, even if he'd been a blood-lusting, shadow-walking, damned soul for over five hundred years. Unlike his appearance that he may change at will, somethings never did, in fact, change. If his leading children ever knew of his fraudulence, surely they would turn from him and see him as weak as any of their household slaves. In all their days, they could not learn that their father truly had a heart, regardless of beating status or none, for they would think lesser of him for it, even if it could, very possibly, be what made him stronger than any of his children. His primary and paternal position was not his only power against his children, as sons removed thrones from fathers constantly; it was, no doubt, that the Count himself, king of the damned, prince of darkness, no matter how power hungry, had a conscience.
A conscience.
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Post by ARIEL SOLVENTI on Aug 21, 2012 22:22:46 GMT -5
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Ariel wasn't sure of what to do honestly. She was currently in the presence of the single most powerful being in the current world. Her head was spinning a bit. It was just so strange to be standing here with him. The king of all vampires and her master, Dracula.
A sigh left her soft pink lips. The young blonde was rather quiet as she thought about things. She was so used to following her status as a slave that seeing her master act so out of his norm knocked the wind out of her. Ariel looked at her master with uncertain eyes. How should she handle this situation. ”Master may I ask what is on your mind tonight?”
Her voice was so soft. She felt like a fool since she was covered with mud at the current time. Silently she offered her master a soft smile. It was so calm tonight and the weather was rather lovely, even if it was cold out. She wondered if she should offer him her blood right now. She may as well try since there was nothing else she could really offer as a slave. ”Master would you like a drink?”
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Post by COUNT DRACULA on Aug 22, 2012 10:48:52 GMT -5
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Befuddlement now shared the reigns on the girl's face, along side the nerves and confusion; It continued to amuse him.
"My dear, that would be a matter for leading vampires to discuss...however..." He paused. He knew that this little slave knew her very self, that if he were speaking private matters to her and she were to leak them unto others, she would lose her life. "However, compassion should never be taken for granted...although, I do so believe that I would be falsely classifying this under the solemn category of compassion, whence it should properly be classified under 'slave obligation'. I shall look passed that and accept this as gratifying compassion." He gave a wry half smile and cracked a sort of sarcastic snort. An ear was an ear, and a heart was a heart, either which one of them listened, but he could not be picky as to which it was that would listen in to his own heart just then.
His optics that had previously been hazing over the glossy lake slowly turned to find the girl once again. "A drink?" He echoed, his accent having been frosted thickly over the top of his words. As lovely as it sounded, and as deliciously tempting as it was, he had told himself that he would wait. A drink, just then, was not what he required.
Later was a different story...
"I shall have to refuse a drink, child. A drink I do not need." He inhaled slowly, turning back to the water's reflective surface. He liked to think that his conscience was what allowed him to hold back.
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omg, so short, I'm sorry!