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Post by LUCA DEVORANTI on Aug 20, 2012 20:11:59 GMT -5
 you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Luca wandered down the many corridors of the castle. Gliding her hand over the wall as she moved. Her dark hair was flying freely with curls framing her face. A long red dress covered her form. A flowy skirt that fluttered along her feet and lay in a trail behind her. The top laying off her shoulders and showing off her curves.
A soft sigh left her pink lips as she came to the room that she was seeking. The young vampire opened the door and walked into her own bedroom. An area done rather nicely with some of the most lavish decore any being had ever seen. Every peice of furniture was hand carved while also adorned with precious metals. She went to her bed and sat down on one of the chairs provided.
Her hazel orbs fell on a black coffin that lay in the middle of the room. Her resting area during the daylight hours. It was the most comfortable area in her entire world. The only place she felt safe enough to really sleep. She looked at her hand. The skin on it a very pale shade of white.
She was still young compared to many of her kind. Though Luca often was very bold in her actions as a vampire she did not often mess with her abilities. She knew that many of her kind could morph into animals, run at incredible speeds, ect. The youngling however had yet to try and do those things. The only skill she had been able to hone thus far was her unnatural strength. Even though she could use it it was rare that she did. Since she had little control over it.
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Post by COUNT DRACULA on Aug 21, 2012 8:29:25 GMT -5
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Shadowed and silent, the vampire king made his way down his castle corridor. The castle itself spoke to him, he had an affinity for it; he knew its layout as if it were a one-room building, and could feel what went on in any given space at any given time, should he tune into the whispers that told him so in his head. He knew not how this knowledge came to him, he knew only that this castle was very plagued, by sorrowful memories, by evil lusts, and stained precariously with blood, more so than a new-born's fangs after his first feeding.
It was this precise knowledge that informed him of where she was heading. It was no surprise to the king that she would be in her quarters, as that was where she was most often. As noticeable as a shadow within the shadows, the count neared her closed door, not a sound escaping his approach. He willed the door open and leaned in the doorway, peering at her through the gloom.
While her room was beautifully presented, with much of the finest things from all times and places, it was she, her sitting form, that the prince of darkness laid eyes on, her in her immortal youth.
"Luca..." Sounded the count, his accent thick, voice quiet, "Would you care for a lesson tonight?"
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Post by LUCA DEVORANTI on Aug 22, 2012 12:46:39 GMT -5
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A familiar scent filled the area long before the door ever began to open. The vampiress knew the smell far better than anything else in the world. It was engraved into the back of her mind just as much as the smell of blood or flowers. Although she did nothing until the door was fully open.
Silently she reached over to the glass vase that set in front of her on the table. Pulling the single white rose from its insides and smelling the lovely plant. Her eyes closed as she let the sensation of the flower's thorns break her skin and let her bleed. She held her thumb to her mouth and turned her attention to the figure standing in the door way.
Luca smiled softly at the man that created and ruled over her kind. Dracula was the “father” of them all and her personal savior in many ways. He was the one who found her lying in the forest on the brink of death after she was changed. She wasn't sure of what she needed to do in order to survive. Although ever since the man guided her like a loving parent. Something of which the dark haired beauty felt she owed him her existence in the very least.
She giggled a bit as a ball of fur came shooting out from under one of the many tables in the room. A scruffy looking puppy bounced around with a large amount of energy and landed at her feet barking excitedly. ”Yes Father. A lesson would be lovely tonight. If you can spare the time of course. I know you are a very busy man right now with all that is going on.” Her tone was soft and gentle as she spoke. Luca bent down and picked up the small puppy and began to pet him.
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