Post by Quintana Aramaeda on Aug 14, 2012 10:18:50 GMT -5
[html]<img src="http://i1056.photobucket.com/albums/t379/quintanaofaramaeda/lifeundefined-1.jpg" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px; color: rgb(189, 169, 113); font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(56, 18, 5); "><table width="686" bgcolor="black" cellspacing="10" cellpadding="10" style="border: 0pt solid rgb(0, 0, 0); "><tbody><tr style="font-size: 14px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(189, 169, 113); line-height: 20px; "><td><p align="justify"><p align="justify"><font color="CD919E" face="century gothic " style="font-size: 10pt; "><i>She shoved the tiny man out of her way, ignoring his squeals of protest as she ran down an alleyway. Oh, how fast she was running and still they were able to catch her within just a few moments. It took only one awry step and she was on the stone ground, surrounded by figures cloaked in black. Her eyes widened in shock and she went to let out a scream but it ended up being nothing more than air. In an instant, she was lifted off of the ground, a strong, cold hand clenching around her delicate throat. “This one’s a beauty, she is.” She heard laughing and closed her eyes as the pale man with the deep blue eyes lowered his face. He leaned in toward her neck and, at the base, rubbed his nose. He smiled softly and ran his other hand along her hair, pushing it behind her back to cradle and lower her more comfortably to the ground. Satisfied that she could once again breathe, he leaned in again to whisper in her ear, “I won’t harm you. I promise.” She actually believed him. He turned slightly around to the other two men and quietly told them to leave. The smaller of the two left but the other refused and instead pushed his way past the cold, pale man who now held her protectively. The man grabbed her by her little brown locks of hair and pulled her up to his face, sinking elongated fangs into her throat. She screamed but he grasped tighter around her windpipe. Unable to put up a fight any longer, she went limp. The kind man who had tried to protect her was screaming to let her go though now he was paralyzed and stuck on the ground, unable to make a move toward her. ‘Tired, so tired…’ Her eyes closed and she swore she could see the sun and hear soft music playing in the distance.</i>
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”Adi! Adriana, I have a message for you!” Adriana de Flaviis snapped her head toward the voice of a young man dressed in a dark gray business suit. She rolled her eyes and snarled, “Oh, what the hell is it now?” He ignored her tone and simply handed her a small envelope, sealed with dark red wax. She stood as she accepted it, waving the man off. “Oh, how wonderful,” she mumbled. “I wonder what it is THIS time.” Adriana hastily flipped the envelope over and tugged at the seal, breaking it open. Inside was a perfectly folded letter on parchment. It had to be a letter from the Supervisor. He had been on her tail since the freak accident in Paris. She had killed almost half a city worth of humans to protect her fledgling progeny. The humans had tried to stake and drain him. She couldn't let it happen to any vampire, and most especially not her kin.
Adriana slowly unfolded the meticulously folded sheet in her hands, sucking in a deep breath to calm herself. If it were a letter from the Supervisor, and it almost certainly was, Adriana could be in for something more serious than even imaginable. The punishment for a human death, when not in self-defense, was immediate death to the guilty vampire and death to all progeny within three generations. It would mean that she and her young ones, Kira and Leo, would be sentenced to a slow and agonizing death. They would be stripped down and would wear nothing but tiny chains of silver over their necks, chests, arms, and upper legs, exposing all but the most intimate of parts on their bodies. The three of them would be tethered to an Orci, a human in service to the supervisor, in the earliest parts of the morning, and be forced to watch as the sun rose to meet them with their torturous deaths.
Adi shuddered as she thought of the unbearable pain that she and her children would have to endure. <i>‘Not now,’ </i> she said to herself. Adriana stood in shock as she read what was written so neatly on the front of the page in Swedish. It was, in fact, a letter from the chambers of the Supervisor, but not anything that she expected.<br>
To my dearest Acheliah,
I humbly request your presence, along with that of your progeny, Mister Leon and Miss Kira de Flaviis, at the annual Autumn Fest ball on the 13th day of September. It would be a great honor if you would come and speak to the Council about the accomplishments made this year in the American and Norhtland regions of our home. I would also like to honor your progeny for their first fifty years by welcoming them to the sub-committee.
I would much appreciate it if you could send post with your acceptance of this invitation. Both my children and myself have missed you greatly in these past few years.
Warmest Regards,
Mr. Alexander Sidorov, Council Leader<br>
Adriana was beyond shocked when she read the letter. It had been years since she had last seen her good friend Alex and his family and it had been even longer since he had called her by her archangel’s name. After about four-hundred years, all vampires were named as archangels. Adriana carried within her the soul and life-force of Acheliah, the angel of passion and lust.
Adriana was a little suspicious, though, about him asking personally for her to attend. And the sub-committee acceptance for her progeny? It seemed a little unlikely given their young age. Adi thought, and deep down knew, that there was another reason that he wanted her there. But for what? She tried not to dwell on it too much. Maybe he just really wanted her to be there to do the speech. Maybe he really did want her progeny in power.
Regardless of his reasoning, she was going. She couldn’t really decline the opportunity to meet with some young minds and with some of the Elders, as well. And hey, she might even find a new guy. She’d been single for too long now and she was getting bored. <i>‘You only live once. You may as well have fun....’</i> Adi broke out laughing at the thought of “living only once.” It didn’t matter how many lives you lived when you were over five-hundred years old and immortal. You could live thousands of lifetimes as any human would live one.
Adriana walked outside and onto her little balcony to call Leo. He was the oldest of her progeny and the most trusted by far. Adi ended up with Leo in what was something that most would call a "mercy turning." She saved Leo from certain death and he, quite literally, owed her his life. Adi couldn't help but flinch at the memories of that night that changed her immortal life some fifty years ago.
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<i>Screams of sheer terror pierced through the night silence like ringing church bells. They were male, that much was obvious, and most certainly human. I nearly dropped the small girl that I carried through the flames that were threatening to knock down the building in which we now struggled to get out of. I took off as fast as I possibly could, throwing all caution to the wind. The flames that now licked my pale cheeks could easily take down a vampire, even of my age. As I burst through the half fallen entryway, the girl coughed and I handed her off to one of the human officers standing near. "Please take care of her. I'll go find the others." I wiped my already-healing face of the blood and soot that now covered it.
The screams came again, louder this time. 'Oh, God...he's not one of the ones in the fire.' I pushed myself harder as a ran toward the pained, torturous screams. I slowed as I came to the narrow passage between two buildings. I stopped cold as the unique, coppery scent of blood hit my nose. I warily continued down between the two brick structures, as quietly as possible, toward the source of the loud screams. About halfway down the alleyway, I stopped to crouch behind an overflowing dumpster. There, in the dim light that came from the closed window of an apartment, stood a small woman. And she was hunched over the young man, of no older than seventeen, taking her fill of the delicious nectar that flowed in his veins.
The smell of his blood was everywhere and the disgusting bitch that now stood over him was bathing in it. I couldn't just sit there and watch him suffer. Just then, he let out another scream and I swear that it rattled me to the bone. Acting purely on instinct, I sprung out of my crouch and landed directly behind her. I could feel my fangs piercing through my gums and my eyes turned obisidian black.
It was almost instantaneous. I grabbed the woman's neck and pushed her backward to the cracked cement, breaking open her skull with a loud and very satisfying "crunch." She let out a snarl and drew her fangs on me. Without realizing that my lips were moving, I screamed "Oh, no the fuck you don't you filthy whore!" She wretched out of my chokehold long enough to land a blow to my face, but a quick kick to her thigh unsteadied her and brought her down to her knees. I took hold of her neck and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Drinking from that handsome young man is the last thing that you will ever fucking do." And with that, I grabbed her hair and chin and twisted, ending the man's terror once and for all.
I watched as the woman slumped to the ground and turned my attention on the human behind me. I crouched down to support his head with one hand. With the other, I reached toward his wrist. After a few seconds of struggling to find a pulse, I put my ear down near his mouth. 'He's breathing.' I half smiled but realized that he would die if I didn't help him. I looked around to find something to use as a torniquet and when that search failed, I laid him gently on the ground a tore a large strip from the bottom of the dark purple dress I was wearing. I wrapped it tightly around his wrist to seal the wound there, and looked to his neck. The attacking vampire had torn flesh from right above his jugular and was dangerously close to ending his life right then and there. I growled at the thought and leaned down to his neck to attempt to seal the wound with my salive, to no avail. 'I'll never be able to save him.'
That's when I thought of it. I would have to turn him or let him die. I sat there and pulled him onto my lap, trying to decide which was the right choice. Let him die or turn him and let him live forever. Just then, his eyes fluttered open and he let out a small breathless, "Thank...you..." His eyes locked onto mine. His big, earnest green eyes. That was it. I had no choice. I lept up easily and took off toward my apartment that was nearly three miles away. It didn't take long to get there as it was late and there was little traffic to avoid.
I kicked in my door and rushed to the leather sofa that I'd have to replace after what was going to happen next. I laid the young man down and whispered into his ear, "Everything's going to be alright. I'll get you through this. I promise." With that, I bit into my wrist, causing small drops of my blood to flow. I leaned his head back and put my wrist to his mouth. As he was unconscious, I had to be sure that the drops flowed down his throat. Satisfied that he had enough, I leaned down and placed my mouth on his neck. 'God, I hope he lives.' I bit down, right into the same mark that the other vampire had caused. I swear that his blood was like heaven. It tasted a little like honey and cinnamon, with a deep, musky aftertaste, characteristic of all human men. Slowly, his breathing waned and I could hear his heartbeat slow and falter, telling me that the transformation had begun.
Sated and full, I gently picked his limp body up and carried him up the spiral staircase and to my bedroom, where I placed him in the middle of my bed and peeled off his bloody clothes. I then covered him with the small duvet up to his waist and sat down in the leather chair to await the moment when he would again open up his eyes. His gorgeous green eyes...</i>
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Adriana shook her head and gave the faintest of smiles at that last part. Before that night, it had been nearly twenty years since she had tasted human blood. After nearly killing a human familiar, she vowed to never drink from another, deciding to stick to the blood banks for her nutritional demands. That night that she drank from Leo, though, she nearly broke that vow. There was just something about his blood that called to her, as if it were meant for her. It was like her own aphrodisiac. 'Just like cinnamon and honey, with a woodsy aftertaste,' she thought to herself.
Adi's daydreaming was suddenly interrupted by the sharp squeal of a prissy and demanding young teenager. Adriana just rolled her eyes and sighed. "What is it now, Kira?" Just then the brown-eyed beauty stomped out and onto the balcony, stopping long enough to offer a small bow of her head to her creator. All of Kira's words come out in one big blur. "Adi...I, uhh, I need you downstairs. There's been an accident and he, I mean I... Umm, I think I've killed him." Kira chokes on those last few words. Adriana shakes her head, disbelieving. "Wait, Kira. Killed who?" Kira just grabs her "mother's" hand and drags her into the hallway. "Kira, what is the problem?" said Adi, worried now. Kira just continued to pull her down the cavernous hallway to her bedroom. She stops in the doorway and lifts her hand to point at the blood-soaked lump on her bed. "Kira," Adi screams, running to the side of the bed. "How did you manage this?" Kira just looked down at her feet, her cheeks red and a small drop of blood running from her perfect pink lips.
Adriana looks up, annoyed but relieved. "He has a pulse, Kira. Not strong, but I'm sure he'll be fine. He just needs rest." Adi stops to look at her daughter's face. "Maybe even a little of your blood wouldn't hurt. But first, we need to get this mess cleaned up." Kira nodded agreeingly and ran to the side of the bed to pull the sheets from off of the teenage boy in her bed. Adi bent down to pick up the boy when she realized that he was nude. She blushed and turned around. "Kira, why don't you..." Kira tried not to giggle as she picked up the naked boy with graceful ease and placed him gently on the small beige futon at the other side of the room. Adi finished stripping the sheets and decided that there was no blood to be seen or, for that matter, smelled on the mattress and that they wouldn't need to buy a new one. Again.
<br><font color="7093DB">"Author's note..."</font></font></p><center><font color="b499a5" face="century gothic " style="font-size: 10pt; "><font color="a69b5d" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 8pt; letter-spacing: 4pt; "><font color="CD919E">Life, Undefined</font> <font <font="" color="7093DB" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2pt; "><br><i>"Because we're all just indubitably screwed...."</i></font></font></font></font></center></td></tr></tbody></table></center>
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<b><i>Adriana<br>
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”Adi! Adriana, I have a message for you!” Adriana de Flaviis snapped her head toward the voice of a young man dressed in a dark gray business suit. She rolled her eyes and snarled, “Oh, what the hell is it now?” He ignored her tone and simply handed her a small envelope, sealed with dark red wax. She stood as she accepted it, waving the man off. “Oh, how wonderful,” she mumbled. “I wonder what it is THIS time.” Adriana hastily flipped the envelope over and tugged at the seal, breaking it open. Inside was a perfectly folded letter on parchment. It had to be a letter from the Supervisor. He had been on her tail since the freak accident in Paris. She had killed almost half a city worth of humans to protect her fledgling progeny. The humans had tried to stake and drain him. She couldn't let it happen to any vampire, and most especially not her kin.
Adriana slowly unfolded the meticulously folded sheet in her hands, sucking in a deep breath to calm herself. If it were a letter from the Supervisor, and it almost certainly was, Adriana could be in for something more serious than even imaginable. The punishment for a human death, when not in self-defense, was immediate death to the guilty vampire and death to all progeny within three generations. It would mean that she and her young ones, Kira and Leo, would be sentenced to a slow and agonizing death. They would be stripped down and would wear nothing but tiny chains of silver over their necks, chests, arms, and upper legs, exposing all but the most intimate of parts on their bodies. The three of them would be tethered to an Orci, a human in service to the supervisor, in the earliest parts of the morning, and be forced to watch as the sun rose to meet them with their torturous deaths.
Adi shuddered as she thought of the unbearable pain that she and her children would have to endure. <i>‘Not now,’ </i> she said to herself. Adriana stood in shock as she read what was written so neatly on the front of the page in Swedish. It was, in fact, a letter from the chambers of the Supervisor, but not anything that she expected.<br>
To my dearest Acheliah,
I humbly request your presence, along with that of your progeny, Mister Leon and Miss Kira de Flaviis, at the annual Autumn Fest ball on the 13th day of September. It would be a great honor if you would come and speak to the Council about the accomplishments made this year in the American and Norhtland regions of our home. I would also like to honor your progeny for their first fifty years by welcoming them to the sub-committee.
I would much appreciate it if you could send post with your acceptance of this invitation. Both my children and myself have missed you greatly in these past few years.
Warmest Regards,
Mr. Alexander Sidorov, Council Leader<br>
Adriana was beyond shocked when she read the letter. It had been years since she had last seen her good friend Alex and his family and it had been even longer since he had called her by her archangel’s name. After about four-hundred years, all vampires were named as archangels. Adriana carried within her the soul and life-force of Acheliah, the angel of passion and lust.
Adriana was a little suspicious, though, about him asking personally for her to attend. And the sub-committee acceptance for her progeny? It seemed a little unlikely given their young age. Adi thought, and deep down knew, that there was another reason that he wanted her there. But for what? She tried not to dwell on it too much. Maybe he just really wanted her to be there to do the speech. Maybe he really did want her progeny in power.
Regardless of his reasoning, she was going. She couldn’t really decline the opportunity to meet with some young minds and with some of the Elders, as well. And hey, she might even find a new guy. She’d been single for too long now and she was getting bored. <i>‘You only live once. You may as well have fun....’</i> Adi broke out laughing at the thought of “living only once.” It didn’t matter how many lives you lived when you were over five-hundred years old and immortal. You could live thousands of lifetimes as any human would live one.
Adriana walked outside and onto her little balcony to call Leo. He was the oldest of her progeny and the most trusted by far. Adi ended up with Leo in what was something that most would call a "mercy turning." She saved Leo from certain death and he, quite literally, owed her his life. Adi couldn't help but flinch at the memories of that night that changed her immortal life some fifty years ago.
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<i>Screams of sheer terror pierced through the night silence like ringing church bells. They were male, that much was obvious, and most certainly human. I nearly dropped the small girl that I carried through the flames that were threatening to knock down the building in which we now struggled to get out of. I took off as fast as I possibly could, throwing all caution to the wind. The flames that now licked my pale cheeks could easily take down a vampire, even of my age. As I burst through the half fallen entryway, the girl coughed and I handed her off to one of the human officers standing near. "Please take care of her. I'll go find the others." I wiped my already-healing face of the blood and soot that now covered it.
The screams came again, louder this time. 'Oh, God...he's not one of the ones in the fire.' I pushed myself harder as a ran toward the pained, torturous screams. I slowed as I came to the narrow passage between two buildings. I stopped cold as the unique, coppery scent of blood hit my nose. I warily continued down between the two brick structures, as quietly as possible, toward the source of the loud screams. About halfway down the alleyway, I stopped to crouch behind an overflowing dumpster. There, in the dim light that came from the closed window of an apartment, stood a small woman. And she was hunched over the young man, of no older than seventeen, taking her fill of the delicious nectar that flowed in his veins.
The smell of his blood was everywhere and the disgusting bitch that now stood over him was bathing in it. I couldn't just sit there and watch him suffer. Just then, he let out another scream and I swear that it rattled me to the bone. Acting purely on instinct, I sprung out of my crouch and landed directly behind her. I could feel my fangs piercing through my gums and my eyes turned obisidian black.
It was almost instantaneous. I grabbed the woman's neck and pushed her backward to the cracked cement, breaking open her skull with a loud and very satisfying "crunch." She let out a snarl and drew her fangs on me. Without realizing that my lips were moving, I screamed "Oh, no the fuck you don't you filthy whore!" She wretched out of my chokehold long enough to land a blow to my face, but a quick kick to her thigh unsteadied her and brought her down to her knees. I took hold of her neck and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Drinking from that handsome young man is the last thing that you will ever fucking do." And with that, I grabbed her hair and chin and twisted, ending the man's terror once and for all.
I watched as the woman slumped to the ground and turned my attention on the human behind me. I crouched down to support his head with one hand. With the other, I reached toward his wrist. After a few seconds of struggling to find a pulse, I put my ear down near his mouth. 'He's breathing.' I half smiled but realized that he would die if I didn't help him. I looked around to find something to use as a torniquet and when that search failed, I laid him gently on the ground a tore a large strip from the bottom of the dark purple dress I was wearing. I wrapped it tightly around his wrist to seal the wound there, and looked to his neck. The attacking vampire had torn flesh from right above his jugular and was dangerously close to ending his life right then and there. I growled at the thought and leaned down to his neck to attempt to seal the wound with my salive, to no avail. 'I'll never be able to save him.'
That's when I thought of it. I would have to turn him or let him die. I sat there and pulled him onto my lap, trying to decide which was the right choice. Let him die or turn him and let him live forever. Just then, his eyes fluttered open and he let out a small breathless, "Thank...you..." His eyes locked onto mine. His big, earnest green eyes. That was it. I had no choice. I lept up easily and took off toward my apartment that was nearly three miles away. It didn't take long to get there as it was late and there was little traffic to avoid.
I kicked in my door and rushed to the leather sofa that I'd have to replace after what was going to happen next. I laid the young man down and whispered into his ear, "Everything's going to be alright. I'll get you through this. I promise." With that, I bit into my wrist, causing small drops of my blood to flow. I leaned his head back and put my wrist to his mouth. As he was unconscious, I had to be sure that the drops flowed down his throat. Satisfied that he had enough, I leaned down and placed my mouth on his neck. 'God, I hope he lives.' I bit down, right into the same mark that the other vampire had caused. I swear that his blood was like heaven. It tasted a little like honey and cinnamon, with a deep, musky aftertaste, characteristic of all human men. Slowly, his breathing waned and I could hear his heartbeat slow and falter, telling me that the transformation had begun.
Sated and full, I gently picked his limp body up and carried him up the spiral staircase and to my bedroom, where I placed him in the middle of my bed and peeled off his bloody clothes. I then covered him with the small duvet up to his waist and sat down in the leather chair to await the moment when he would again open up his eyes. His gorgeous green eyes...</i>
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Adriana shook her head and gave the faintest of smiles at that last part. Before that night, it had been nearly twenty years since she had tasted human blood. After nearly killing a human familiar, she vowed to never drink from another, deciding to stick to the blood banks for her nutritional demands. That night that she drank from Leo, though, she nearly broke that vow. There was just something about his blood that called to her, as if it were meant for her. It was like her own aphrodisiac. 'Just like cinnamon and honey, with a woodsy aftertaste,' she thought to herself.
Adi's daydreaming was suddenly interrupted by the sharp squeal of a prissy and demanding young teenager. Adriana just rolled her eyes and sighed. "What is it now, Kira?" Just then the brown-eyed beauty stomped out and onto the balcony, stopping long enough to offer a small bow of her head to her creator. All of Kira's words come out in one big blur. "Adi...I, uhh, I need you downstairs. There's been an accident and he, I mean I... Umm, I think I've killed him." Kira chokes on those last few words. Adriana shakes her head, disbelieving. "Wait, Kira. Killed who?" Kira just grabs her "mother's" hand and drags her into the hallway. "Kira, what is the problem?" said Adi, worried now. Kira just continued to pull her down the cavernous hallway to her bedroom. She stops in the doorway and lifts her hand to point at the blood-soaked lump on her bed. "Kira," Adi screams, running to the side of the bed. "How did you manage this?" Kira just looked down at her feet, her cheeks red and a small drop of blood running from her perfect pink lips.
Adriana looks up, annoyed but relieved. "He has a pulse, Kira. Not strong, but I'm sure he'll be fine. He just needs rest." Adi stops to look at her daughter's face. "Maybe even a little of your blood wouldn't hurt. But first, we need to get this mess cleaned up." Kira nodded agreeingly and ran to the side of the bed to pull the sheets from off of the teenage boy in her bed. Adi bent down to pick up the boy when she realized that he was nude. She blushed and turned around. "Kira, why don't you..." Kira tried not to giggle as she picked up the naked boy with graceful ease and placed him gently on the small beige futon at the other side of the room. Adi finished stripping the sheets and decided that there was no blood to be seen or, for that matter, smelled on the mattress and that they wouldn't need to buy a new one. Again.
<br><font color="7093DB">"Author's note..."</font></font></p><center><font color="b499a5" face="century gothic " style="font-size: 10pt; "><font color="a69b5d" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 8pt; letter-spacing: 4pt; "><font color="CD919E">Life, Undefined</font> <font <font="" color="7093DB" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2pt; "><br><i>"Because we're all just indubitably screwed...."</i></font></font></font></font></center></td></tr></tbody></table></center>
