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Post by lucretia on Jun 12, 2011 10:47:22 GMT -5
Staring down from the top of the balcony, Lucretia admired the view of the interior of this manor. It had become everything she had wished for and could want in a home. She had lived in palaces, and also in slum, therefore it was a satisfying feeling to be living in such an inspiring and beautiful place. She was the Queen of the manor, and her sire was the King. Oh, now that was a desirable thought, she smirked to herself. It was a shame though, that the poor residents of such an amazing manor had to fall to an untimely death. They were just in the wrong place, at the wrong time, it had appeared. Once she had set her mind on such a beautiful home, there was very little that anyone could do to stop her from claiming it as her own. And now she could, making everything right in London, England. Were they actually expected to be living in the underground with the other vampires, living like vile creatures? They were proud vampires, and would live like royalty, because they were.
She glanced onwards as the doors open and a vampire walked in, with a young boy hoisted over his shoulder. Lucretia smiled, as she took her hands away from the balcony and moved down the tile stairs gracefully, not averting her gaze away from the victim the vampire had brought to her. "A gift, I see? Well, you know how much I do enjoy gifts." She smiled warmly as she watched the vampire place the boy onto the ground. She moved towards him, running her fingers along his face gently, admiring his innocence. "Hmmm. Bring him up to my chambers if you will, we'll see if this one can prove his worth other than a casual snack. I do grow tired of snacks, you see. There is absolutely no thrill in them. All they do is relinquish the hunger for a moment or two, until it returns of course. Oh, there is so much more to get from one of these creatures. You just need to know how to extract it from their fearful bodies."
She pranced back up the stairs as the vampire soon followed, dragging the young boy behind him once again, up into Lucretia's chambers. Her long dress dragged along the tiled stairs as she made her way to the top, before entering her chambers. She observed as the vampire dumped the boy onto the bed, as Lucretia looked on in slight disatisfaction. "I thought you would know by now I don't appreciate these humans just being 'dumped' onto my bed. They make good rag dolls, yes, but that doesn't mean they can't be anything other than that." She sighed, nodding to signal the vampire to leave. Clueless vampires, she thought to herself with some displeasure. They really did know how to kill a good moment. She watched as she heard the vampire's footsteps fade down the staircase, before turning her attention to the boy, who was apparently waking up.
She moved towards him, tapping his face gently, which alerted him more. He looked surprised to be here, she snickered to herself. Oh how she liked surprise in their eyes, and the fear of what they were in store for. "Confused, are we?" She asked, showing very little concern in both her expression and her tone. "Now don't you worry, that will all go away very soon, my child. You'll begin to understand whats happening, and although you may not like it...You don't really have any choice in the matter. So be a good boy and don't force me to pull out the knife, okay? I really don't see the necessity of spoiling the linen on the bed, you see. We just moved in and I haven't exactly got any spares. Will definantly have to look into that, very soon." The boy looked on in fear, gasping and trying to escape. She quickly moved to the side, blocking his attempts. She shoved him back down onto the bed, and jumped on top of him, forcing him against the soft bed. "I guess you wish to do things the hard way then, peasant? That is a real shame. I was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to such inhumane methods..." She ripped the boy's shirt down the center, placing her nail against his chest. "Any particular place you would like me to start jabbing? Please try and stay still, I do want to keep this as clean as possible. Staining the bed with your blood will only lead to more pain." [/size]
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Post by Jay DeLacy on Jun 12, 2011 11:19:08 GMT -5
Home. Home was where the heart was, or, as some people said, home was the place where both your heart and soul lay to rest at night. Considering the fact that as a vampire he didn't have a soul and spent most of the nights actually up and about, sleeping through the day like all other nocturnal predators, Jay was more inclined to state the former. Home was where the heart was, or in his case, home was where his Sire was. That counted as his heart, right? All vampires felt something towards the one who had made them, after all. Well...possibly. He wasn't entirely sure. But none the less, seeing as he wasn't paying attention to where he was going, wasn't watching each step taking him further away from that little altercation, it was possible that it was the bond with the other vampires that was pulling him back to the manor they had cleared out for their own brand of royalty to infiltrate.
And then again, each step he took wasn't actually a step at all, more a lighthearted, jolly little skip. Oh yes, he was in a good mood. A good night, it had been, and no need now to rush, not even with the first tendrils of dawn breaking through the streets and peeking between the buildings behind him. Little whispers telling him to move faster, pushes and nudges. Being happy did, on occasion, make him rather dumb in the face of peril.
He did not have far to travel though, before he reached the sprawling manor house, moving confidently into the grounds and then breaking into a run up the winding drive, laughing with the sheer thrill of it. In a happy mood, Jay was little more than a child - being undead for over two hundred years had done nothing to calm his erratic mood swings (thank goodness, for he wouldn't be him without them, would he?). Taking a running jump, the vampire cleared the steps leading up to the front door, landing elegantly on the top step before entering the house with no further introduction. None as of yet, that was.
The smell of fear was thick in the air, and the vampire laughed yet again. A victim then. Some prey, how sweet. Oh yes, prey most definately was sweet, but he'd eaten already (once or twice or thrice) and so felt no call to try to take said prey off whichever vampire was about to sink their teeth into him. A boy though. Not his boy, which was a good thing. It was a bad idea to rile a possessive vampire, even a freakishly happy one. The smell was originating from upstairs, and after a moments hesitation (bouncing, up and down, on the balls of his feet and clicking his tongue against his straight pearly whites), he moved to dart up them, three steps at a time.
"Honey, I'm home!" he introduced loudly, spinning around as soon as he reached the top of the staircase, bowing once, then making his way down the corridor, following the scent. "Now who has found a little morsel for themselves, mm?"
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Post by lucretia on Jun 13, 2011 0:40:34 GMT -5
Just as she was about to pierce the young boy's soft, yet rugged chest with her nail, she smelled a familiar scent which brought a smile to her face. She heard his footsteps as he approached up the stairs, and tingled softly when she heard his voice. She moved her nail softly against the boy's left cheek with a pleasant smile, as he begun to breath heavily out of fear. Humans intrigued her, they really did. They overpowered themselves with so many weak emotions, such as fear, to make the death more painful and terrifying than it really needs to be. If they just remained calm and collected, there would be very little need for such extreme methods. She couldn't deny however, that there was something unique and peculiar about these humans though. Something which made her...Like them? No, that couldn't be it. They were worthless scum who deserved nothing but torture. But still, there was something about them that she admired. Did she maybe admire their fear because it made the kill even more thrilling?
She got off of the boy, laying next to him as she heard Jay approach. Oh he was such a prized possession. Hand picked by her, of course, and sculptured into their most deadly warrior who had caused so much carnage over the centuries, with and without them. Though she did enjoy the times they all spent together, as the family. They made such carnage together, and the thing she enjoyed the most was that he always brought her gifts. Oh how she liked gifts. Full of surprises and prizes which she could claim as her own and enjoy for lifetimes. Would he get her a gift today? Oh, the suspense was almost killing her! And apparently the boy, because he was rather confused if this was a reprieve for his life, or something far greater. Running her hands through his soft hair, she smiled, now rubbing her own head against his cheek slowly. "Ah, my darling, it seems fate has just ordered you a more barbaric and exciting death. You will die a rugged boy, experiencing the most deadly of sins and pain which will make you pray to...Someone." She shot him a look as he begun muttering prayers to "Jesus Christ." Oh, how flattering. She begun to laugh, shutting his mouth with her tight grip, "shhhh," she added softly, trying to calm him. "We do not speak of such filth in this house, my dear. And he won't be saving you. The almighty God doesn't save sinners like yourself. Especially those who might even enjoy it, but I'm sure we will find out all of these answers very soon, dear."
She retreated from the bed and his side, walking over to the door to greet Jay. She turned back towards the bed to see the boy still quivering in fear, even motioning his hands to pray. Oh, it was almost adorable. But he had no reason to be fearful yet, the fun had merely begun. They were celebrating their house warming tonight, and he was the pig on the stick. Or at least one of many. "Jayyyy," she spoke with emphasis at the end. "You make good time, as usual. Always interrupting my fun, yet making it even the more enticing with your...Cooperation." She giggled softly. "Though I do trust there are more little lambs for tonight? I feel as though my hunger cannot be relinquished on such a night." [/size]
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Post by Jay DeLacy on Jun 13, 2011 12:52:47 GMT -5
A leap in the mood as soon as the voices were heard. Her voice, the mate of his Sire, taunting and teasing her little morsel. Oh, he could smell the both of them, the scent of her, and then the intoxicating smell of the fear rolling off the boy. It made his mouth water, but only slightly. What was fear, really? It did not make the blood taste as appealing as arousal, and was not as entertaining to watch as insanity, but of course, every monster must have their preferences. Jay's just happened to be slightly warped when compared to most. Well, it wasn't as if he had to follow any rules was it. Heavens (or Hells) no! But the greeting bestowed upon him which followed the little whispered murmerings and accompanied by a fresh burst of fear made his grin all the more wider. Yes, it was more than a little obvious that Jay was in one of his high moods at the current time, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Of course, he did also say that when anger was fueling him, didn't he?
"Oh, my apologies, devil lady, for interupting you in your fun," he said, more sang, with a laugh than rang around the upstairs corridor. He didn't sound very sorry, of course, or respectful, but again, those were just other rules he had sculpted himself into avoiding over the centuries. "But how can I be sorry when, as you put it, my cooperation makes it all the more enjoyable for every party involved?" A charming grin, a dashing wink...and then he paused in his prancing and dancing, coming to a halt with his head tipped to the side in something like confusion.
"Oh. Was I meant to be the one going shopping, today?" Picking up lambs and bringing them home. Not that he generally did it if he was told to, because...well, again, where was the fun in that? But he had learnt the hard way that though it was fun to bend the rules to his desires, it was no fun to be ignored the next day, when the sun was high in the sky, and there were no morsels to be shared with him. More than once, those situations had sent him pouting to his room, holding up there with his birds alone for company but through no choice of his own. "Bringing back gifts and lambs? Oops. I already ate, and I got distracted. Oh, did I get distracted!"
He laughed, suddenly moving again, moving to her and spinning her around. Like a lady. A princess. A dancer, perhaps (him, not her). "Oh, you will never guess what distracted me. Go on...guess. Play the game and you might get to keep your little morsel as a prize." Would she guess? She might, she might not. The other vampire was older than him, with perhaps a century more of experiences to call upon whenever he got into the fancy of hosting on of his guessing games, and quite often she'd end up winning. But this was so unbelievable, she wouldn't. He was pretty sure of that, but in the mood he was in, he could also say he was pretty sure that there was happy music playing in his ears and be pretty convinced he was telling the truth.
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Post by lucretia on Jun 14, 2011 0:02:03 GMT -5
She smirked as she saw Jay walk in. He was an extremely handsome vampire who had aqcuired such diverse knowledge and abilities over the course of his vampire life. He was a unique and at times confused personality, she had to admit, but she had grown accustomed to enjoy that side of him and his uniqueness. After all, if all vampires maintained the same personality and likes, what a boring world that would be, would it not? He had kept their family entertained over the centuries, that she did admire and enjoy from his presence. But there was more about this presence than just his personality. She knew that too well, indeed.
Greeting him with a gentle peck on his rough lips, she grinned, before walking around the room slowly, touching the victim on the cheek softly and slowly. "Apologies are only needed when you engage in some wrong. But there is no wrong in interrupting what was always your place to interrupt." She shot him a teasing smirk, before beginning to twirl the quiverling victim's hair gently. She enjoyed it when he danced, she always had. He had some grace and integrity which was lost in many vampires of their time and even of today. Though parties just didn't appear to be his fortay, as he hadn't brought any pets. She liked the ones he usually brought, he knew the right ones to pick. The ones so full of life and fear, only for that life to slowly dwindle over time. She glanced over at him as she walked over, placing her hands on his shoulders. "We must all shop in times of great celebration, my sweet dear. But no fear, the night is always young for us, and there is always the opportunity for more arrangements to be made." She smiled at him with an warm, reassuring smile, tapping his cheek softly as he confessed his distraction to her, bringing a smile to her expression.
"My, my, you love your distractions, don't you? But you always did have a habit of knowing ways of distracting others, too." She had remembered the fun they had had. Their family wasn't conversative, and they were rather open to the many desires and delights they are able to possess and give to eachother. There was no shame in acting upon such unwarranted desires, for they were pure pleasure and excitement, which could be expressed so viciously.
It was time for one of his games? Oh, how she did enjoy them, like many of the qualities of her sweet Jay. She closed her eyes sotly, enjoying the moment as she spun around, admiring Jay's gracefulness. "Oh but why play such a delightful game when the prize is merely something I beg to share?" She smiled, making her way back over to Jay and resting her head on his chest. "Why must we make it so inclusive, though? We have such a strong young boy over there, ready for his dreams to be shattered into tiny pieces. He prays to a higher being for consultation, in spite of there actually not being anyone to save him." She glanced over at him, before peeling her eyes back to Jay with a grin. "I have an idea. Why don't we make him play the game and guess what has distracted you, so? Perhaps he loses a finger for every wrong guess? Oh but such a game is too messy...We could always just snap his bones, instead? Cherish his blood for later on, my gift to you dear. You can do to him whatever your flamboyant heart desires."
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Post by Jay DeLacy on Jun 14, 2011 2:42:28 GMT -5
Apologies are only needed when you engage in some wrong. He chuckled slightly at that, a smirk worming its way out admist the soft laughter than he was not bothering to even attempt to quell. "In that case, we should either apologise all of the time, or never let that petty phrase cross our lips at all." For vampires, if you looked at them in different lights and compared those lights to one another, were either all bad (demon, killers, murderers) or all good (in the ranks of demon society and vampire affairs, anyway). But Jay didn't mind apologising, or saying those words. Actually meaning them was something strange that he couldn't get a grasp on, but simply letting the words slip out? That was easy.
"Ah, the night is young but the sun will come, up up up til it's brigh' an' burning..." he turned to her, slowly revolving until she was mostly back into his line of sight, her gracious roman form one which his eyes could feaste on freely. "Oh, the little lambs are so much fun to shop for. Gotta make sure you get the right ones here, for otherwise there is no fun. Now...who do you have?" He grinned at her words, before stepping to the side, around her, moving into the room with his head tilted to the side as he examined the profile of the boy on the bed. "Oh, tut tut...how much were you going to play with him before the kill came?"
Speaking of distractions...his attention was gone from the boy, again, and turned back to her. The ideas which flowed from her parted lips made a grin grow on his face, and then made him bounce, just slightly, as the excitement rushed towards him, sweeping him up and over. Happy moods were entertaining moods, for him, at least. Some others might say he acted like a fool when in them, but even that didn't generally affect him. Words didn't. Well, as far s he was aware, but if there was a trigger, two hundred plus years of searching hadn't found it.
"Oh, I get to play? That idea sounds...delicious..." he broke off the last word as a purr, turning back to the bed and moving towards it, flicking his eyes once back to the older vampire, before fixing them to the boy, crawling up over the bed until he was over the human, eyes able to look straight down and meet the wide eyed, fearful ones that humans had so deliciously. "What do you think of that? Can you guess, my sweet? She doesn't much want to play my game, it appears, though the answer is so good. You will play though, won't you? I can persuade you." Absently he glanced to the side, entwining his fingers with one of the human's hands and then gently moving it to one side, placing the hand against the bed almost tenderly. Right before taking hold of his little finger and just pulling on it, making it come out of the socket with a wet pop and a loud cry of pain.
He glanced over his shoulder at her, with a grin, amongst the cries of the human. Weakling. "Was that persuassion enough, do you think?" [/size]
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Post by lucretia on Jun 14, 2011 8:14:07 GMT -5
Yes, the sun would arise in time, which was the indication that the party was really able to begin. The manor was dark, only remaining alight due to the hordes of large candles which looked rather aged, yet still retaining their gold perplexion. She did enjoy their sentimental value more than anything, as light had never really bothered her, neither of sunlight. She liked keeping indoors, therefore wasn't limited to the fact that she couldn't go out and do things those humans were able to do. She was centuries old, growing tired of the standard hunting sessions. That was for the young ones to enjoy, not her. She enjoyed the serenity and peace of her. She always believed in traditional values, of the male vampires hunting for food and toys, while the females would stay in doors, occassionally waltzing around the garden and smelling the flowers. That was how she trained all female vampires who entered her doors. But some of them were just pure harlots and lived in the gutter.
She smiled with satisfaction as Jay examined her cute little pet. She was pleased with this one, however his constant squeeling and need to pray were a bother she didn't appreciate. She found it rather rude for someone to pray inside these walls. "You know me, I enjoy savoring every last moment I can with them. It makes the death so much more enticing." She purred seductively, before moving foward and placing her hand on Jay's shoulder, watching the young boy against the wall, shivering. Oh it was such a beautiful sight. He broke easily, which made entertainment, however she was worried that this entertainment would not last long, especially now that Jay had turned his attentions to the boy. She saw the great talent in Jay and how well he was able to work with the heads of his victims, tearing their minds apart, piece by piece.
It brought another satisfactory grin to her face and a fire to her eyes as Jay found himself on top of the young boy, his words so seductive to her, but inspiring further fear into the innocent lamb. In this house, they didn't bother with the restraints of sexuality, as everything had merely remained open for whoever's liking. They were vampires after all...Why was there such a need for them to have morals of what actions they undergo? Lucretia hissed softly as she heard the crack in one of the boy's fingers, and a rush of happiness appeared on her face as she heard his cries of pain. Ooh, now that was lovely. Moving over to the bed, she pulled the boy's hair back, kissing his ear, before retreating and admiring Jay and his handywork. "Hmm. He doesn't seem to show any signs of providing a guess, it seems. Either that, or he doesn't wish to be very cooperative. Now that just has to change, because this is a cooperative household." She placed her arm around Jay's neck, pecking him gently on the neck. She enjoyed Jay, and her sire wasn't here, wasn't like he needed to know. Who knows, he might enjoy it? He didn't complain before.
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Post by Jay DeLacy on Jun 15, 2011 8:13:59 GMT -5
Pretty little pup. Staring at him with wide, wide eyes. Afraid, oh yes, but hidden within those depths (and become more clear the longer Jay hovered over him), the tints of arousal and lust. The sight of that made the vampire smirk with pleasure himself - the bare bones, but enough to work with. To twist and turn, to wrench and then pull apart just to remold into something else. But that would take time. He didn't want to spend time on this one, no matter how delicious he was. He had another to prepare for. "Oh, my dear, do I understand that..." he murmered in reponse to her words. Spending time with them before they died, savouring the moment? Oh, indeed, he did love to do that.
He leant up into the hand absently, tipping his head to the side, his eyes never leaving the human's face. There was pain there as well - a dislocated finger would make you cry in pain. Make a human cry, of course, not him. Never him. Jay had the personal satisfication of never once having cried during pain. Why would he when it was such a turn on? Apparantly it wasn't for humans, but he wouldn't know about that. He couldn't really remember being human, and didn't much care to allow himself to. There was no fun in that at all.
"He's being rude and not guessing. I think he should guess. Not that he would know the words...but you do. Can't you guess, pretty lady?" he murmered, turning his gaze back to her with a soft purr as the kiss was placed on his cheeks. He tipped his head forward slightly, that cheek more on show, and rested the side of his face against the boy's chest, almost absently starting to undo the buttons of his shirt one by one. "Whimpers of pain, so delightful. Screaming is fun to, but not as fun as guessing. Come on, please? You don't know?" The boy was shaking his head from side to side now, so he guessed that was what he had meant. He sighed, pushing himself up again before sitting on the boys thighs, tipping his head back to nuzzle the older vampire. "Not allowed to spend too long on this one, he can be yours. I have a new toy to plan for."
But he could spend time now. Oh, yes indeed, and he laughed out loud because that would be fun, and he was floating on a high now. Wanting to dance or sing, perhaps, but mainly to play. And not long before he had wanted to rip a human apart limb by limb...it was an amusing thing, he registered in the part of his mind which actually allowed the knowledge that his mood had so drastically changed to enter (which was a very small part). But not the funniest. [/blockquote]
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Post by lucretia on Jun 15, 2011 8:47:13 GMT -5
She sighed as she watched the innocent boy. Well this boy was becoming rather stubborn and just wasn't involving himself in the game, which greatly displeased her. She glanced over at Jay, no longer showing sympathy for the creature. Did he deserve any privilidges from her? Of course not, and she wouldn't be showing any here today. After all, Jay wouldn't show sympathy for the creature, who could have had it easier than he was recieving right now. All he had to do was cooperate with them and play along with their game. Apparently that was too much to ask of these humans these days, was it not?
"Yes, and he will soon learn how much rudeness displeases us in this house," she replied sternly, not taking her eyes off of the quivering boy. Putting her attention back on Jay, she leaned on his shoulder softly. "Why couldn't they just cooperate with us? Do they really dislike us that much? He could have lost a finger already, but instead he only has a dislocated one and yet he still resists our kindness and warm welcome?" Seeing as he wouldn't cooperate with their game, instead choosing to let out cries and whimpers, which she did enjoy however would have preferred the boy to play along to, she decided it was probably best if she guessed and spoiled the answer the boy should be guessing. She knew Jay well. If he was distracted, it was as a result of a victim who he had encountered and had his way with, whether sexually, physically or emotionally. All of those were enjoyable encounters which Lucretia could imagine vividly inside her head. But the real ones, were so much more satisfying.
Ignoring the boy's cries as if taking offence to them now, she turned to Jay once again, purring softly into his ear. "What always distracts you, your thrill for cute little toys who you can play with. Oh how you must tell me of your encounter, was it worthwhile?" She was interested in what he had encountered, for his stories always excited him. She wasn't one to leave the house as much and explore London, England, so she mostly relied on Jay to excite her mind on his experiences and thrills. Hearing them from Jay was as if she was experiencing them herself, also. She did enjoy that luxury.
She paused softly, biting her lip before going on. "It wasn't anything to do with the two in my vision, was it? Both displaying strength uncomparable to most, emerging from the shadows of darkness with fire in their eyes? Fire which could easily burn them, in good time." It was something which had been bothering her for a few days now. She couldn't sleep, her mind dwindling on the possibilites and reasoning for her dream. Her dreams were always accurate and quite frequently meant something. This dream was different though, and it meant something. She just didn't know what.
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Post by Jay DeLacy on Jun 19, 2011 9:32:19 GMT -5
Learning was boring. Teaching, however, oh yes, being the teacher was a fun thing to do. Whispering instructions which were hard to hear and yet wormed their way into his pretty pet's head, taking root and blocking everything else out. And it wasn't even magic. Of course not, the taste of magic was a filthy one, spells and wiccans and swishy zaapy things which were irritating as hell. Magic always had consequences, and yet people didn't seem to notice that. Which was why he did not use it, no chance of using it. "Oh, I can teach. I can make sure the words are...ground into his head." he purred, reaching out with one finger and twisting it against the human's forehead, elicting some more beautiful cries.
"I believe it is a human trait," he said thoughtfully, keeping his eyes on the quivering, whining, crying little boy (how would the tears taste, he wondered? They'd have to fall first, of course, he could not taste them before they fell). "One which has developed with technology, rudeness. They just don't know how to respond politely anymore." And, apparantly, they did not know how to play. That was rather hurtful, because guessing games were also fun. He leant slightly closer as a new thought occured, smiling a charimistic smile at the boy. "Now...the rules of the game, sweetling. Guess...each wrong guess, or each paused guess, a bone gets broken. Do you know how many bones there are in a human's hand? I can show you every one, if that's how you want to play."
More whimpers. more and more, rising higher as the fear increased. Delicious.
"Oh, it was! Very worthwhile...and vision? Perhaps..." he frowned slightly, turning his head to look at her, while one hand passed down the boy's chest, parting the shirt with ease. Smooth skin, so smooth. "You had a vision? Two with strength...well, there was one. And the boy. The boy had strength? But he didn't smell like the other, and how can a Slayer be a boy? I killed the Slayer...not this Slayer, the last Slayer. I've just given the answer away, haven't I?" he added with a small pout. Now, that wasn't fair. "But the fire will burn them. My boy's mind will be burnt and twisted and will be mine. Not you, sweety," he added as the boy beneath him started to shake again, leaning down to nuzzle against him, "You're not special enough."
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Post by lucretia on Jun 21, 2011 8:12:47 GMT -5
She giggled with happiness at the sound of another crack and the echo of cries within the small room in the manor. She placed her hand once again on Jay's shoulder, looking down with a fake sympathetic look towards the now injured boy. "Now isn't this just terrible. Two fingers down, eight to go. Oh, but the thumbs are the most painful, my dear. And if you remain brace, we will just break those sweet toes next." She raised her eyebrows slightly. "Now if you still cannot guess...We may just have to move to those arms and legs, yes? Oh the cracks of them makes my body tick with joy." She watched as the boy begun to tear, crying in utter agony at the pain he was experiencing. "Now, don't cry, my dear. If anyone saw you right now, they would be under the awful assumption that you are not enjoying your stay here, with us. Now I just cannot have this, you see. We treat all our guests, even the unfortunate ones. We can't get a bad name, now can we?" She snickered towards the boy, playing with his hair once again.
Yes, the human trait was a rather undesirable one. There was no gain from having humanity within you, it was a burden if anything. The moment she lost her humanity, she felt freedom which she never believed she could experience and express. There was nothing to lose but so much to gain from becoming a creature of the night. What wasn't there to like about it? Glancing at Jay, she smiled softly, before glaring back at the boy, still running her hands through his hair and over his cheek. "Yes, rudeness has become second nature to these creatures. Where did self-respect and manners die? And people believe us to be the evil-doers in this place? We are merely the servants of justice, attempting to bring the world back to one of respect and determination of will. It doesn't kill to use some manners now does it?" She shot the question towards the terrified boy, who nodded in agreement through the pain. "I thought so."
She listened as he spoke of the slayer, and the boy. It was...Interesting, to say the very least. But despite the possibility and the mystery of a boy pertaining such power, which she felt in her vision, she wasn't shocked nor fearful. "We have all learned that anything is possible, my dear. Although the mystery to the boy's strength may be present, it doesn't change the fact that slayers have all fallen to our feet in the past. If she has a guardian angel, he will learn a hard lesson himself, which I'm sure you are more than willing and able to teach." In her mind, there were many of them, and two of them. That was the odds she was betting, and they were very good odds, she thought. She wasn't necessarily a gambling woman, but those were some odds she would gamble on.
She giggled once again at his speech about bending the boy's mind to his own. "A boy who thinks he is a slayer's mind broken? Now that just warms my body up with fire. But even more so, using him against the slayer...A war between the forces of light, now that could be interesting. And we wouldn't even have to lift a finger." She smiled with confidence and satisfaction, before glancing back at the boy. "Speaking of lifting fingers, you failed to guess once again." She smirked as the boy looked on in fear, knowing what was to come.
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Post by Jay DeLacy on Jun 23, 2011 15:04:01 GMT -5
"Two little piggies went a crackin', only eight little piggie's left to go," Jay sang with a grin that rang both of delight and darkness at the same time - delight in the pain he was bringing to the human, of course. Nothing better than twisting such a small living thing around him. Making them utterly willing and compliant was also enchanting...making him the center of their universe was the best though. As he should be, because the power that that would have...Oh, he loved that. It was a shame he could only really manage it with humans though, honestly. "But...no...piggies are toes, aren't they? Drat, I'll have to even that up. What are fingers then? Worms? Doesn't fit with the rhyme quite as well, don't you think?"
Tears. Pain filled tears, starting to leak from the boys eyes and rolling down those apple like cheeks. Jay purred at the sight, leaning closer and nuzzling against him, before flicking his tongue out to lap at the tracks left on the boys skin. "Delicious..." he breathed softly, "A rather impolite habit, as my darling here said, but sweetie...so delicious. More." More and more. Tears of pain and sorrow were so sweet. They made his tongue fizzle and tingle. The drops which tasted of insanity, or arousal, were nicer of course, but time was not on his side for them. For insanity at least...he could still manage arousal. "Hush little pup, don't you cry...Manner's are more precious than any lullaby..." He laughed again, a bright and happy sound. Happy. Oh, he was most definately happy, he could not deny that. He was buzzing!
He turned his head back towards the elder vampire, cocking it to one side in a parady of innocence. Which he wasn't. No, Jay was not a creature who's innocence had lasted beyond childhood, for which he was grateful. As if he'd want to be some blubbering little virgin like this boy. But...that was off topic. He had to concentrate. "I do not believe he was any guardian angel," he murmered thoughtfully, absently extending a finger and pushing it between the boys lips, stroking delicately around the inside of his mouth. "Though...he did tell her to leave. Leave things between us. Which they will be. But I can play teacher. For him, not for her. Slayer's are boring now." He had better things to play with.
Though, that suggestion was certainly a good one. He leant up to nuzzle at the older vampire in return for it, purring his thanks. And...well, just purring. Vampires, after all, and he was in a happy mood. "Chaos. That sounds like chaos. Chaos and confusion, dancing around this city. Oh, I do love the sound of that game. Can I play? I can pull his strings and make him dance to my tune and mine alone. Such a pretty little guilt filled boy. And oh?" He paused, then turned back to the boy he was still straddling, almost as if he had forgotten his presence. Light dawned in his eyes though (metaphorically speaking), and a grin flashed over his lips as he looked at his finger still in the boy's mouth. It had given him an idea. "Failure to guess, tut tut. But...can't play the same game. Gotta keep the prey guessing, haven't we my boy?"
He laughed, pulling his finger out of his mouth and tapping it over the boy's cheek, before swiftly grabbing hold of his tongue. "Now, can't bite this off. Don't want you wasting your blood by choking on it. But failure to be polite means punishment boy. And so biting something else it good." He grinned innocently, picking up the boys other hand and bringing it to his mouth. Then he shook his head, his demon flying to the fore in a mass of bumpy ridges and yellow eyes and snapped his teeth shut. The boys screams were music to his ears as the finger came off in his mouth. [/size]
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Post by lucretia on Jun 24, 2011 5:46:48 GMT -5
Oh how she enjoyed watching Jay at work, it was almost too good to be true. But she had learned over time that nothing was too good to be true, at least for them. And watching this innocent young boy suffer, that was too good to be true. But it was something they had become accustomed to seeing, smelling and relishing. Oh how she relished the pain and fear of this young lamb, it was rather beautiful. No, it was beautiful. Very much so, that Lucretia didn't believe she would ever find boredom in such an instance. But she was, for this young lamb's tears were now beginning to make her wish she could tear up, in pain. She enjoyed watching innocent's suffer, but at the same time, they were just too boring. They had no fight, no backbone or any courage. They grew too weak, too quickly. She liked her toys strong, full of life. Not mute rag dolls.
She raised her eyebrows in curiosity as Jay explained the situation he was in that night. "Asked her to leave? Maybe there is a young lamb with courage in this place after all. But of course she didn't...Otherwise you would have bathed in the blood of victory and nourishment. And your eyes aren't lit up like they are when you claim victory over the more heroic creatures among them. Not many these days, adding further victory to relish." She did wish to meet this boy, but not the slayer. She didn't like slayers, they were vile and vicious inhumane creatures. More inhumane than ever they were, which was a funny thought. Animals, to be exact. Wild animals.
She giggled as Jay begun playing and bit the finger off of the boy. She felt a surge of empowerment and thrill at the chill of the boy's cries in agony and pain. A beautiful sight, both seen and heard. She could almost feel the pain the boy had just endured, which made her even the more satisfied. She glanced at the boy in fake sympathy, before averting her gaze to Jay. "It seems we upped the stakes, and the boy still manages no guess. Shame, really. I was hoping for some fight in this boy, but feel full of disappointment. Though of course satisfaction at watching you use your teeth." She grinned evily towards him. She had played with him, and knew what he was like. Maybe the boy wouldn't agree, however she knew what he was like and what he was capable of. Oh how she enjoyed it.
She propped herself up, walking away from the bed slowly. "My presence is needed elsewhere, much is needed to be attended to for the celebration for us, my dear." She walked up to Jay, biting his lip softly, licking down his neck in pleasure. "I'll leave you to have your way with the toy. Play, dispose, whichever creates the satisfaction you so rightfully deserve and desire." One last grin, and she had found herself at the door, before the door shut behind her and Jay was left with the quivering young boy.
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