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Re: {RP} Ballroom

August 27, 2013 11:29AM

Juliette looked up at Edward, stunned beyond belief that he was not rejecting her right now. Tears clung to her eyelashes as she looked upon his face, his words warming her to the core. Reaching up to run her fingers through his drenched hair, she smiled and shook her head “How can you accept me like this…” His lips then met hers again and her eyes closed as his love and passion filled her senses from her head to toes. Sinking into his chest, she purred contently at how right the world seemed at the moment. Unfortunately, their tender moment was cut short as soon as she heard screams that had haunted her daily. Pulling back from Edward, she watched sadly as he pulled away to face the ballroom. He pulled her under the awning and she watched the way he reacted the horrors, something she had often created herself. As he touched her cheek and spoke, her sad smile turning into a frown as she tugged his hand “Edward if you die, I shall never go on!” Pulling him into another desperate kiss, she forced all love and fear into his lips. Pulling away, Juliette watched as her soul mate joined the blood shed.

As her fear subsided, anger soon coursed through her. She had recognized that feral scream as her father, and it pissed her off. When she was sure Edward wasn’t looking, she snuck into the ballroom and looked around. She saw the dagger that had stabbed her father, as well as all the demons surrounding her family. With a growl, she whipped around to find Lillian. Surely she would save them? Finally her eyes fell on her grandmother fighting the werewolves. Looking around the battle, her hands shook with rage as she felt helpless to help. As she struggled with what to do, she saw Levi carrying the human girl. There was an angelic aura surrounding Phoebe that she had not recognized when the human was dancing before. Her eyes narrowed and turned their deathly black as she began to stalk towards them. No one deserved the happy ending an angel met if she could not have it herself. Slinking through the shadows, she watched them get into the carriage. Climbing on top of the carriage, she laughed a quiet cruel smile as the carriage started for The Bianchi Manor.(Thread Change)

Re: {RP} Ballroom

August 27, 2013 05:18PM

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Within the ballroom, it was now a fight between all factions of good and evil. Demon versus demon, Angel versus Werewolves, and Vampires as well. It was like the final showdown between the factions, that had all been brought into this place by the simple illusion of a masquerade ball. Many would come to regret having accepted and others would never again speak, to tell the tale.

From outside there was humans and demon kind fleeing in droves, the roads were choked with carriages and onlookers. The simple folk had come out of their homes, dressed in their nightgowns and coats, holding up lanterns towards the ballroom hall, that was the center point for the massacre. Trying to fight their way through the congestion was the Doctor and the Detective, that had both figured out that the ball was a ruse. Jumping out of a black carriage, the pair stood in awe, horrified by the screams and flashes of light and blasts of lightning that was coming from the dark clouds that hung over the exhibition hall. The rain was falling harder than ever, which made the scene all the more chaotic.

“MY SON IS IN THERE!” Johnathon cried, his eyes wide and the look on his face was frantic. The Detective reached for the Doctor’s hand, and tried to hold him back. “You don’t know that. He could have taken Phoebe out of there the moment the attacks started.” Johnathon reefed his arm free and shouted at him “I’ve already lost my wife….I am not about to lose my son!” Before Reginald could stop him, the Doctor started to run towards the entrance of the ballroom, past the bloody and battered demons that were emerging.

“LEVI!!”

The Detective growled and then chased after Johnathon screaming out. “You’ll get yourself killed!” As he ran, he withdrew his revolver, ready to shoot anything that tried to attack.

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Re: {RP} Ballroom

August 28, 2013 05:14PM

The wolf’s long canines were dripping in saliva, with foam frothing around the corners of its mouth. The very skin that was covered in black fur around the edges of its snout twitched and jerked as the demon known as Lillian came into range. Her casual retort, like he was nothing more than a fly in her ointment, and the comment ”Turn away pup..” spoken with a drawl made him all the more annoyed. Such disdain for other creatures, she must have really thought highly of herself in the order of the Gods. Her brilliant eyes turned yellow with rage, and she zeroed in on the beast’s heart, that beat fiercely within its chest. The wolf roared in fury as it felt the heart being twisted, but it was her words that were all the more incredulous. She actually believed she created his kind. Oh how wrong she was. Descended from Lycaon who was the son of Pelasgus, back in the days of the Greek gods, from the area of Arcadia, which was called Pelasgia in ancient times. (It is said that Lycaon was the father of no less than twenty-two sons and sometimes this number was even increased to fifty; all of his sons were known as the founders of numerous towns in Pelasgia. Lycaon had also one daughter Callisto, who became one of the loves of Zeus and the mother of Arcas.) The werewolf’s eyes blazed red with hatred for Lillian, and though he could not speak to her in this form, he roared at her with a sound that was like a freight train about to make its impact. Again, Lillian dared to torment the Alpha Bavarian, whose back hair had risen up in a show of defiance. The massive head stared down at the diminutive woman, and it was when she thought so little of his kind, to attempt to “smack” its muzzle, the Wolf launched a sideways swipe, claws extended in full, to knock her off her feet, as she smacked him with intent to damage his pride. He shook his head from the smack, but had his swipe landed, she may well be sent flying off her feet.

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Re: {RP} Ballroom

August 28, 2013 05:54PM

Lillian had stood lax, not expecting the wolf to make such a swipe. Whilst she managed to catch his face with her nails, his large paw came at her from the right, so fast that she didn’t see it coming until the last second. His claws were outstretched and long. Black as night and glinting in the candle light. Lillians eyes widened, whilst it would not hurt her much…it would mar her vessel…and there was only so much damage mortals could take. Lillian swirled in a flurry of white fur and black silk. She brought her hand up quickly, catching his wrist and although it was not enough to stop the attack…it gave her enough time to twist her head to the side.
The paw connected with the side of her head. Lillian lost her footing and was sent clattering to the floor a few feet away. She rolled and ended up flat on her back. Groaning she stared up at the ceiling and became acutely aware that the side of her head was throbbing. Lifting her hand quickly she patted at the side of her head, her hand came away clean of any blood…but it still hurt enough to keep her horizontal on the ground for a moment.
It was clear that the beast was not a bog standard wolf like she believed….but something different, something better. That had Lillian all the more intrigued. Lifting herself up into a sitting position, she glanced over her shoulder with smirk. Clambering to her feet Lillian brushed of the front of her gown and cracked her neck. Rubbing the side of her head again she grinned “Very good pup…” she drawled, tilting her head to the side. Although she stood tall and straight, there was something sneaky and snake like in the way that Lilian began to advance toward the wolf. She made no move to attack again, but simply watched. Her eyes burned amber, whilst another slow smirk spread across her lips.

Re: {RP} Ballroom

August 28, 2013 09:54PM

Edward hadn’t noticed that Juliette left him. In fact, he had no chance to as his mind was focused on one thing, the giant, black beast currently pawing at his beloved’s grandmother’s face. The pure strength of the being, the sound of it’s roar as it fell in anguish, it was amazing. It was beautiful, and Edward would risk everything to have it. this was his Blood Doll personality coming through. He was a power hungry fuck, which is one of the things that drove him to his path as a Doll. the chance of becoming a Vampire, the felling of that persons mind in his grasp, it was his major calling. This Wolf-Man, the power he wielded….it triggered his other half.

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A flash of lightning flew at Edward, and the light blinded all to his form. When it retracted, he was not in it’s place, but instead, standing directly in front of the Wolf. His eyes a bright blue, his body sparking wildly with the power he’d just taken in. A second later, Edwards hands were held out before him, mere inches from the Wolf’s chest and a smirk playing at his lips. Without a milisecond of time after the movement, a bright blue flash of energy came forth from his hands, aimed at the chest of the Wolf. It was not the most powerful strike he could offer, but it would still sting like a bitch, and on top of that, likely throw the affected a few feet on his ass.

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(Not at this level of course, but still a pretty good idea)

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Re: {RP} Ballroom

August 28, 2013 10:07PM

The charge of blue lightning like energy seeped into the chest of the werewolf. An attack made by the blood doll, with eyes the brightest blue. This was a foolish move, to enrage the werewolf further into a vicious onslaught of an attack. Thrown back slightly by the energy strike, the werewolf’s fur actually smoked, and it raised its monstrous head, roaring in pain and fury.

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Bringing down its muzzle to stare at Edward with blood shot eyes. there would be no warning, no second chances. Lillian had been put in her place, in a manner of speaking, and now the blood doll was about to suffer the werewolf’s wrath.

Powering off on his two muscular hind legs, he launched himself at the blood doll at astonishing speed, his massive jaws opening, and it burrowed down to bite into Edward’s neck, while its large clawed paws tried to press into his chest and force the blood doll to the ground. The savagery of the beast was set to unleash, as he had no intention of showing mercy against this foolish bipedal. His elongated fangs about to descend into Edward’s flesh, and taste for himself the blood of the doll.

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Re: {RP} Ballroom

August 28, 2013 10:32PM

Edward stood there, astonished. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, as he knew how much shit he was in at this point. His attack had hardly forced the beast to budge from his position, and though his fur singed and smoked, it didn’t do much else. The roar snapped Edward’s mind back into reality, just as his eyes took in the form of the flying wolf, jaws wide and claws extended, paws aiming toward his body and held wide to grasp him. Edward began to jump back with all his might….yet it was a move he made all too late. The first thing to affect the Doll was the Wolve’s bodily force and the grip of it’s paws as it forced and held him to the ground. He hardly even had time tos truggle under it’s immense strength when he felt the teeth sink into his neck. He roared in rage, and fear, and pain all at once, a blood curdling sound that made even Amos turn from his fight.The Demon hadn’t noticed the werewolves in all honesty, he hadn’t noticed his wife, children, the angel, or even Zeke as they all fought side by side. His eyes were red with rage and his face was clotted with the blood of his enemies. However, his eyes did find their way to the direction of the scream, and they widened at what he witnessed before him. “No…” the only hope for his daughter’s safety was being mauled and mangled by the jaws of a werewolf…a creature he hadn’t bared witness to since their supposed extinction. However, they were far from dead as it seemed they flooded the room in numbers, slaughtering all in their path with no discrimination. Amos was horrified at the scene, and he knew there was only one thing left to do. He had gathered some wounds, and could feel the fatigue over comming his body as the demons seemed to zero in on him specifically with all the strength they could muster. fighting on, he repeatedly glanced at Edward and the wolf.

As the teeth bore into Edwards neck, and the blood poured from the wound, he could not only feel the teeth, but the injection of venom as it spread through his veins with a burning heat that felt as though he’d jumped into a pit of flame. He tried to scream, yet his throat was closed off by the wolf’s massive jaws, and all that escaped his mouth was a soft, exasperated breath. He squirmed wildly, his arms tearing at his skin as it burned, not sure where to scratch as the venom hit his heart and brain, then spread it’s way to the rest of him. That’s when the light of the moon hit his eyes, and they immediately changed. Bright Red in color, and wide as ever, his exasperated breath became screams of pain and horror as slowly, yet surely, he began to change once the venom had done it’s job. The reason it moved so fast, was because of the heightened form Edward was in thanks to the absorption of the energy transfer from the lightning to his body. His heart beat at speeds almost four times faster than any other human and this spread the venom through his blood at an extraordinary rate. First came the eyes, then the fangs, which grew to incredible lengths. then his entire bone structure began to morph, growing and breaking painfully as it took on it’s new form.

Amos threw the blade in his right hand to his right, decapitating a demon yet again. Bodies lay at his feet, and yet most of the blood that was falling was his own. Mainly from the encounter he had with a werewolf only a few seconds ago. His eyes found Edward again as his pant’s legs tore, and Amos saw the change he was undergoing. “No…” Amos roared loudly, and turned to his family, including Zeke, and upon realizing Elvira and Bart were not at his side yet, he began to search the crowd frantically, for his daughter first, and son second. It didn’t take him long to find the dark locks of his daughter’s head. “ELVIRA!” he roared as a demon had launched himself into the air, and thrown a dagger at his daughter. With a single flap of his wings, leaving his wife and Zeke, he was in the path of the dagger, which flew successfully into his right bicep. He fell to the floor, rolled, and threw one of his Warglaives through the air, effectively boomeranging it through the Demon’s body and back to him. when he caught it, he followed it’s path and used the momentum to cleave through a werewolf’s neck. As the unholy beasts attacked he and his daughter, he did his best to fend them off, though, the toll his wounds were taking on him was all too evident.

Barawk acknowledged the scream from Amos as he slammed his hammer into the ground. Demons and werewolves in the immediate area were blasted back by a shock wave of energy. After Amos had left, Barawk spread his wings and with a speed almost uncatcheable, he fled through the doors that Edward had once left open, heading home to check on Levi.

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Re: {RP} Ballroom

August 28, 2013 10:52PM

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The sight that met Johnathon and Reginald’s eyes, as they entered the Ballroom was simply unbelievable. Werewolves, of all shapes and colours, fighting against Demons, who were putting up a fierce battle. Johnathon’s eyes quickly scanned the room for a sign of Levi and Phoebe, but in the midst of the carnage and blood letting they simply could not be seen. In all Reginald’s days on the force, this had to be the WORST crime scene in ever seen. He was practically frozen with shock, as another werewolf took down a demon near what was left of the buffet. Bodies that were practically mutilated and torn to shreds, were strewn across the dance floor, blooded hand prints were on the windows, were people had tried in vain to escape the onslaught.

“OH MY GOD! Reginald cried, his revolver still drawn, while the doctor whipped out a blade that was concealed in his cane. What got their attention however, was the largest of the werewolves, who was practically feasting upon a man that was upon the ground, writhing in agony. Reginald though this person (Edward) was human, and he aimed his revolver at the werewolf and fired off two shots in quick succession. His marks hit true, striking the werewolf’s side. Angered, the werewolf lifted his head, and roared with blooded fangs dripping, as he spotted the one that just discharged a gun into him. The bullets sadly, were not made of silver, so they had very little effect upon the werewolf. But what happened next…did.

Amos in his race to save his family and himself from the blood bath, summoned all to his arms, and then in a burst of flame that was as intensive as a volcanic explosion, the Family Roxburg evaporated from sight, most likely to return to Roxburg manor. The fire engulfed many demons and werewolves alike, and threw Johnathon and Reginald off their feet. The lead Alpha Werewolf decided this was the moment to flee. He howled loudly to the remaining werewolves, and then they all started a dash for the exits….and freedom.

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Re: {RP} Ballroom

August 28, 2013 11:20PM

Elvira ducked, dodged, slashed and mutilated demons left and right in an effort to reach her father. Her dress was soaked to the bone with blood and other unthinkable substances. She noticed Fanny beating a few of the wretched hellspawn about the head with her reticule and resisted the urge to giggle. That was so…Fanny…it was laughable. She saw Bart at her side, cutting a dashing figure as he protected his lady. She didn’t envy him for finding his someone special that he would defend with his very life.She was grabbed from behind as she became distracted and she slammed her head backwards, ignoring the brief flare of pain in her head this caused. A crunch and a grunt and she was released. She whirled around, talons poised to strike to see a demon clutching his broken nose. She ended his miserable life quickly and turned to see where her father was.

He was in the center of the room, her mother at his side. There was a rapidly growing pile of dead and decaying demons at their feet as they continuously protected one another’s backs.

She growled when she spotted her sister slinking out of the hall like a thief in the night, not even looking to see where her lover was.

A cry of pain and fear caught her attention and she turned back to see a large black wolf attacking and biting Edward. She gaped. That was the last thing she expected to happen and she wanted to laugh. Oh dear, sister mine…you’re not going to want to be around him now. She mentally cackled.

So busy watching Edward’s change into his new form, she was unaware of the demon about to attack her from behind.

“ELVIRA!” she heard her father shout. She turned in time to see the knife coming at her and instinctively ducked. There was a cry of pain and rage from behind her as the threat to her life was eliminated. A moment later, her father was in front of her, having used his wings to bring himself to her side. “FATHER!” Elvira panted, exhaustion written in every line of her face. There was no time to relax as now the werewolves were starting to crowd them on all sides. Elvira hissed in anger. This night had been perfect and these beasts had to go and ruin it! She snarled as a tawny colored wolf tried to nip at her legs, earning some deep gashes to the face via Elvira’s talons for the effort.

There was an explosion of gunfire near the entrance to the hall and she looked over her shoulder to see that detective friend of Lord Bianchi firing his weapon at the large alpha wolf, who snarled in fury. It was then her father grabbed her about the waist and in a flash of flame, removed her from the hall and the danger it held.

—(thread change to Roxburg Manor)—

The Ballroom (4) – Rosas Spinis.

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Re: {RP} Ballroom

August 27, 2013 05:24AM

Elvira felt her tears fade away as she danced with her father. Elvira never held much pleasure in her young life, not even when she was feeding. Her father was the closest thing to heaven for one such as her as she could get. A small smile graced her face as he kissed the top of her head, feeling his fingers touching gently upon her hair. “Never forget that I will always be here for you, my little devil. that will never change….”

She looked up to reply when her attention was caught by something behind him. A man, who she did not recognize was pushing his way through the crowd, staring intently in their direction. As he came closer she was about to ask her father who he was when she saw the dagger in his hands. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound issued forth.

Time seemed to slow for her as the man raised his arm, prepared to plunge the dagger into her father’s unsuspecting back. She wanted to shove her father from its path, to take the strike herself but she was frozen in place. The dagger came down and the look of shock and then anger upon her father’s face was a sight to behold.

It seemed like hours but it was only a scant few seconds. Time returned to normal and Elvira found her voice, screaming for all she was worth. Demons began to pour into the room, attacking and killing indiscriminately heading straight for her father. The human attendees were running and screaming in fear while a few of the other supernaturals began trying to fight back. Her father released her from his embrace, turning to face the onslaught dead on. He threw his fist into the gut of a demon that had reached them, his arm ripping through flesh and bone. He took up the sword the demon had dropped and readied for the next strike. There was an inhuman roar of rage behind her and she turned to see another demon leaping at her, a wicked looking axe held aloft between its clawed hands. Her father jumped in front of her, swinging his purloined sword upward as the demon came down, cleanly slicing the attacker in half. She watched as he dropped the sword and turned toward her, grabbing her by the shoulders. “Brace yourself my Devil.” he stated. Before she could ask, she found herself flying through the air over the heads of the others, landing upon the stage where she slid into the abandoned instruments with a painful crunch.

She blinked the cobwebs from her mind and glanced around, trying to spot her father. He was in the middle of the floor, some distance away, surrounded on all sides by demons of every shape and size, all holding weapons. He was fierce in his defense of himself and family. Feeling helpless, she watched as he fought the bravest fight of his life. She heard another roar, closer this time and turned just as a demon jumped onto the stage at her. There was no time to duck and she found herself pinned to the wall, the sharp talons piercing her skin as the stink of its breath wafted over her face.

“Such pretty flesh.” the demon crooned, bending to sniff at her neck. She gulped and turned her head away, eyes closed tight. To some, it looked as she were scared of being harmed. If they had looked closer, they would have seen her skin ripple beneath the demon’s hands. Elvira let her succubus loose and with a snarl, slammed her fist into the demon’s chest. The scream that followed caused a few of the humans who were close to them to fall to the floor, covering their ears in fear. She closed her taloned hands around his beating heart and squeezed hard, exploding the heart within the breast cavity. The demon collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. Elvira grinned evilly, licking the blood from her fingers and moaning in delight.

It was then she could hear her father’s voice over the dinn. “Elizabeth! Bartholomew! Elvira! To me!”

Not caring about the blood that stained her hands and dress, she took up her skirts and ran to where she had last seen him. She could distantly hear Big Ben striking midnight and she, like everyone else, human and demon, stopped in her tracks when the sounds of inhuman howls pierced the air. Glancing up in shock, she watched as werewolves jumped down from the railings above to join in the fighting. She had spotted The Count and recognized him as the man who had kissed her in the park earlier that week. Her eyes widened as his flesh rippled beneath his skin. It seemed to slough from him like an old snake skin until the largest werewolf she’d ever seen stood in his place. He howled up toward the moon she could see through the glass ceiling and jumped over the railing to the floor, his own path intent on reaching her grandmother. Shaking her head, she turned in time to duck another demon attack, slashing her talons across his neck, severing head from body as she returned her attention to reaching her father’s side.

In all the chaos, she wondered what happened to her brother and his lady-friend. She spared not one thought for her sister and her mother. They were all on their own…

Re: {RP} Ballroom

August 27, 2013 05:40AM

Elizabeth chuckled “Alone?….you must have broken half the hearts in London with that statement” she grinned. As he twirled her Elizabeth laughed again…but her joy was very short lived. She spied Agared over the shoulder of her dance partern, malice gleamed in his eyes as he slunk through the crowd. Her eyes followed his path and it was there she saw her husband “Amos…” she breathed.

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Elizabeth broke away and ran for the dog…but she was to late, by the time she reached him he was gone, swallowed by the earth and in his place was the dagger in her husbands back, “Amos!” she screamed, though she was unable to do much. Lesser demons swarmed them, horrible creatures with dark eyes and black claws. They hissed and wailed and dragged them all to the floor, Elizabeth was grabbed from behind just as she tried to reach for the dagger. The demon flung her of to the far wall and she hit it with a thud. Landing on her stomach Elizabeth groaned but picked herself up…just in time for another demon to come screaming toward her. She growled and drew her hand back as if she meat to slap him. Her nails however, had grown and turned back. With a cry of fury she brought them down across the demons face, slicing it to bits. He screamed and clutched his face, staggering of somewhere. It was then Elizabeth heard her name, she tore of toward Amos and any demon that got in her way she cut down with her claws. Her husband was already in his true form, looming over the demons that ran at him. Elizabeth fell in at his right hand side, her hand on his arm, a silent reassuring gesture before she herself turned into her true form. With a scream she tore through her skin and whilst her form was not as large as his, it was equally as horrible. “Together” she told him via her thoughts before rearing her head back and screeching in fury. Elizabeth cut down another demon that had made a run at her husbands back, whilst she tore the head of another who meant to claw her eyes out.

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August 27, 2013 05:59AM

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“My darling boy” Lillian cooed, opening her arms in a mock gesture for a hug “It’s been so long i’d thought you had forgotten me”. She had not seen her son enter…but she could always sense when one of her children were nearby….Especially one with Demon Blood as Strong as Harrisons. Lillian glided up beside him, smiling sweetly. “Saved any ducklings lately?” she drawled, and yet despite the sarcastic tone…there was rage in her words. It was no secret that she considered Harrison one of her many disappointments. “I don’t ask for much” she began with a sigh “Yet one of the few children i put faith in…turned out an angel…it’s sickening…” Lillian sighed, like she was simply discussing how horrible the weather was and not how she regretted birthing a son. Suddenly, the hall erupted into a frenzy, people began to run and push past the mother and son. Lilian grinned and clapped her hands in delight “You’ll want to stay for this my boy” she said, smiling brightly.

Lillian had taken to watching everything with silent glee. “You should learn from this Harrison” she said, tilting her head up and watching everything with a smirk on her face. As the demons killed whatever humans were left and were now trying to bring Amos to his knees, Lillian could finally revel in how much her plan had worked. Her husband would be pleased.
However, a horrid roar filled the Ballroom and Lillian knew that it was not one of her beasts that was making all the noise. Casually as ever she glanced to her right and saw the large wolf advance on her.
Lillian could only grin.
She turned away from her son and laughed loudly, cruelly.”Turn away pup…” she drawled. When he simply came closer she narrowed her eyes and they flashed a brilliant yellow. At once she latched onto his heart. Underneath the coarse black fur she tugged, using her mind she twisted his heart in his chest, all the while smirking “If you had meant to kill me dog…it would not have worked…i made your kind”. As those yellow eyes locked with the wolves Lillian gave a final tug upon his heart before letting go completely…She strode across the floor, her eyes wide, glowing and furious, “I will not be beaten by the likes of You” she hissed , her lips pulling back to reveal that her teeth had grown too. Both jaws now contained rows of sharp pointed teeth, much like a sharks. “I should have destroyed your race when i had the chance” she bit out, glancing to her left she spotted Amos. Smirking she turned back to the wolf “If only you knew how little you meant to the world”. With a cry of both frustration and fury she brought her hand up, meaning to bring it down across the beasts face.

Re: {RP} Ballroom

August 27, 2013 06:34AM

The Ballroom

Earlier, Bartholomew had gotten down on one knee, to propose to his Kitten, in front of all the guests at the ball. Fanny was overcome and found it hard to focus, her eyes brimming with tears. She was stuttering and almost lost on actually saying yes, cause this was a total shock. Bart tore off his bird face mask, so she could see his chubby cheeks, and dazzling demon eyes, looking at her with a delectable smirk. Ring still held out, Fanny finally took the ring and placed it on her finger.

“Yes…Daaaahling. Course I’ll marry you, you are my…”

But just as Fanny was about to say what Bart was to her, there was a god awful scream of pain coming from across the room. It was Amos, being struck in the back with a dagger. Gasping, Fanny dropped the ring box with a clatter, and she took off her mask, to see better. Bart jumped to his feet, and he too witnessed the attack.

“FATHER…NO!” Bart cried out, furious and distraught to see what that bastard Agares had just done. “He’s trying to kill my Father! The demon within Bart roared loudly, as he started to knock over patrons that were closest to him, in a bid to reach his father and see if he was okay. The attack however, had been the catalyst for a wave of demons to enter the ball room from every point of the large domed room. This was an ambush. The whole ball was a set up to wipe out the Roxburg family, or at least that is how it appeared.

Left and right, the very guests were either running, or being torn apart alive by the hordes of demons, that appeared from great bursts of fire. Bart suddenly realized that Fanny was with him, and spun around, collecting her up in his powerful arms, just as she was slapping the daylights out of a demon with her purse.

“NO..ONE…ATTACKS…ME..WHEN…I…JUST..GOT…ENGAGED!” Fanny roared, as she let herself be taken into the protective arms of Bart. Bart looked at her fearfully, and cried. “I need you to plane shift out…NOW!” Fanny started to shake her head violently. “I’m not leaving you, Bart. She was adamant, and the pair then started to fight off demons, that were coming at them. Bart’s skin started to darken, with his fangs growing longer. Long claws ripped out of his fingers, and he grabbed a demon and started to beat the living shit out of it, while Fanny went on the attack, which was a tall order in her dress. Talk about a good right hook. You could even hear the bones in the demon’s face break on impact, as she slammed home a good upper cut. The pair were putting up a good fight, right up till the moment that they heard the chiming of Big Ben and the Ballroom clock. Fanny gasped, as she saw row upon row of the Count’s men, all turning into Werewolves. “This was a set up!Fanny cried, grabbing Bart’s hand, trying to drag him to safety, but then Amos was screaming out for his kids to follow him. This was fast becoming a living nightmare.

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August 27, 2013 07:02AM

Ezekiel laughed at Bess’ statement, nodding. “Perhaps, but they’ll survive!” Chuckling, he continued to dance with her until she pulled away. Instantly, he looked towards Amos, seeing Agares move towards him. He didn’t hesitate in the slightest as he began moving. He, too, began shifting and turning into his demon form. He moved quickly, coming in to stand near Bess and Amos. He glanced at his friends, nodding lightly. “I will help you, my friends.” With that said, he, too, began fighting off the demons. As his hands reached out to grab a demon that tried to pass him to get to Amos, his mind reached out as well. As a powerful telekinetic, he could easily move objects with his mind… and that was what he was doing. Decorations on the walls began to move, swaying on their own. And before long, they all came flying off of the walls, aimed towards the attacking demons. Candlesticks, holders, decorative swords and more came flying towards the demons, hitting and piercing the creatures in waves.

As the demons began to attack, Juliette gasped, though she controlled herself. Turning to a petrified human, she smiled at him. “Would you be so kind as to untie my dress?…. NOW!” She grined at him, though when he was taking too long, she enforced that. Immediately, he nodded and frantically began to untie her dress. After only a few moments, she thanked him and slid the dress off of her body. With a grin towards a demon who was approaching her, she pursed her lips and shook her head. “Ah, no. Not today, mister.” With that, she leapt towards him, transforming as she did. By the time she reached him, she was no longer ‘human’, but instead a larger-than-normal panther. SHe attacked the demons with claws and teeth, shredding skin and muscle easily as she let out a loud, cat-like roar.

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August 27, 2013 10:25AM

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Levi smiled gently as he heard Phoebe’s sobs dragged down to a stop. Lifting her chin up, he smiled down at her “Better, dear?” Phoebe rolled her eyes and kicked him lightly in the shin. He winced and bent down to grab it, still smirking at her “I would say so…”

She laughed softly and ruffled his hair as he quickly became the figure of an older brother to her. Her eyes scanned the crowd as she felt a shift in the room. Wait, what? How could she even feel that. Her body began to tingle as she felt all nerves in her body begin to hum. Levi straightened up and stared, shock covering his boyish looks as he observed that Phoebe began to glow. A heavenly aura rolled off of her and she turned her green eyes to Levi fearfully Wh-what’s happening to me, Levi?”

As her aura began to grow stronger, Phoebe collapsed into his chest and Levi had to quickly grab her to keep her from falling. Lifting her up in his arms fireman style, his eyes scanned the crowd. “I got to get her home…” As he began to walk, he observed the fang fiend that had smiled at him earlier making his way towards Amos. Turning to Amos, he was unsure if he should warn him or not. He was a demon, after all. As he contemplated his actions, Amos was then stabbed in the back and he let out a scream that shook the whole room “No!” Rushing the unconscious Phoebe over to a chair in the corner of the room, he kissed her forehead before rushing towards Amos.

Pulling out his seraph, his heavenly blade, he began to block Amos from the lesser demons that were beginning to attack. He gave Bess a nod of his head in a silent truce to in a sign to show that he wanted to help. The demons were not to fight each other, and it seemed all balance was lost between good and evil. There were no longer black and white lines, but everything turned grey. With a feral cry, he began to slice lesser demons in half as they charged after The Roxbury leader.

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August 27, 2013 10:47AM

Barawks eyes caught the advancing Agares just as he made it a few feet from amos. the loko in his eyes, he’d seen it before, and this brought a slight grin his face. “finally…” he muttered as he set his water down on the bar, cracked his fingers, and rolled his shoulders. “He’s made his move…and now I make…” he was cut off by the scream of Levi, the human woman in his arms. Going wide eyed, he watched the anger in the boy’s eyes. With that, it didn’t take long for Barawk to realize what Levi was doing, and of course, the Arch Angel had to act. With a soft grin on his face, he quietly spoke one word. “Barawk.” his name.

With the uttering of his holy name, a sound of thunder boomed covering what traces of his voice could be heard. His body glew as bright as lightning and when the light faded, his wings and armor were apparent. Large, glorious feathered apendages spread wide in all their glory. Armor as grey as the skies of the storm outside appeared over his body. In his hand, he wielded his hammer and sword. Named Thunder and Lightning, one held within it the force of a punch from god, which was Thunder, and the other, Lightning, the sword, stung as such. As the demons crowded the room, slaying the humans and non supernaturals in the room with ease, the few that had turned to face him ran in fear of his might, to no avail. “And where are you going?!” With a flap of his powerful wings, Barawk was launched forward in chase of the first demon, throwing thunder into the side of it’s skull. the boom of it’s hit echoed through the room as the demon’s head went flat on one side and left his body. He then pushed with his legs off the ground, leaping to the next demon. He brought lightning up above his head and threw it down with a thunderous roar as the storm outside intensified. The blade cleaved clean through the demon’s body, splitting it in two. After this, he continued to fight his way expertly to Levi.

Upon reaching him, he threw thunder into the chest cavity of a demon who had made it’s way to the younger angel’s back. The hammer boomed and the demon flew back, taking a couple of other demons to the floor with it’s lifeless body. His eyes found Levi’s in all the chaos. “get the girl to safety boy! do not fail in your only duty! I will handle things here! GO!” A Demon rushed Amos’ back, his wife and Zeke at his side hadn’t noticed the beast and Barawk acted on instinct. He charged it, and spun, slapping it with his wing then bringing Lightning into it’s gut, and with a roar, brought the blade up, splitting the demon from the stomach up. He didn’t look to the demons at who’s side he fought, the fact that he just risked himself to protect them was enough of a sign. though he was far from a fan of demons, all angels recognized the importance of Amos. Without him, the war between Angels and Demons would surely begin.

As he hammered and cut through encroaching demons, his ears lifted to the railings above them as the howls pierced the screams with ease. His eyes widened, and the giant wolf men leapt to the ground. though he’d fought about every other manner of creature, he’d never fought a werewolf. though this enticed him, it also worried him, as now, there were two enemies for him to worry about, one of which was tearing through the other’s forces with ease. He continued to fight, but hollered to Amos over the screams. “Amos! You need to go! Take you family and get out! I’ll watch your backs!”

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August 27, 2013 11:13AM

“I don’t want this…I don’t want this…so much pain and devastation is left in my wake! Please….please stop me. I deserve to die!” The words entered his mind and circled as Edward stared down to his beloved Juliette, tears flowing from his eyes as she burryed her face in his chest. the rain was drenching them, and Edward began to shiver gently, though he didn’t want to move from where he was and risk letting go of her, not when she was like this. His lips found the top of her head, his right hand gently running through her drenched locks, his other clinging to her back, tightly pressing her form against his. He was, as of now, at a loss of words. He knew what he felt, and new he had to speak it, put it into voice, yet, he could not figure how. “My love…my tigress…my exotic panther…you are far from a monster.”

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His placed a finger under her chin, forcing her eyes to fall into his as he placed his forehead gently against hers. “You are the moon to my ocean, balancing my unsteady heart. You are the you are the petal to my rose, the things that creates my beauty and keeps me alive. You are my love, my heart, my soul. You are not that which others call you, but what you choose to be Juliette.” Placing a hand on her cheek, his lips found hers again. They embraced her lips with longing and love and passion, that of which she’d find no where else. It was far from gentle, but it was not rough…it was…perfect, at least for him.

His eyes opened and his lips yanked from hers when Amos’ roar flew from the walls of the building behind them. He immediately turned to the building, grasping Juliette’s hand within his and pulling her under the overhang. Bloodcurdling screams of horror and death filled his ears. He turned to face his beloved, and embraced her cheek with his hand. “Stay here. I will see what’s going on.” finding her lips in his once more, he turned to the door and opened it. The look on his face even before he was out of her sight would be enough to scare even her as his eyes took in the massacre before him. Blood, limbs, bodies, everywhere. His eyes found the five being standing in the middle of the room at Amos’ back as the demons rushed them all. “Oh…oh god….” Edward had seen much in his life, but nothing like this.

Though, what he saw next forced him to his knees, partially of fear, and partially of enticement and intrigue. Man sized wolves leapt down from the railings with speed and power as they tore through both demon and otherwise alike. the larges of them heading straight towards the “Queen” herself, Juliette’s grandmother. “No…”

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August 27, 2013 11:16AM

Levi fought and slashed with all his might, managing to get a few deep cuts in sides from the nasty buggers that the lesser demons were. As Barawk revealed his true might and power as he fought his way towards Levi, he began to laugh and cut off the head of the nearest demon. Locking his eyes on Barawk, he found himself kneeling to the power and demand given to him by the mighty angel. Bowing his head, he muttered “I will do as you command.” Straightening up, he fought his through the onslaught of demons until he was at Phoebe’s side. Levi saw that she was beginning to come to, though she seemed very disoriented. With a soft sigh, he picked her up once more like a fireman and tucked her head to his chest. Smiling down at her, he murmured “It is becoming a habit of yours to faint, il mio caro…”

Phoebe’s green eyes lifted to Levi’s face as she frowned weakly “You keep quiet, you…I feel so strange…”

The angel nodded and began to walk carefully, aware of the precious cargo in his hands. “I got you, tesoro, I got you.” He felt the girl go limp in his arms as he continued to carry her out of the ballroom. His eyes fell on the werewolves and this struck a deep fear in him. It seemed the dispute between the angels and demons had become bigger than them. His eyes held one of the werewolves, his mouth set in a firm line before he trudged out the door with Phoebe. He had only hoped his father was home so he could explain what was happening to the poor girl. As he walked, he was unaware of the pair of eyes following them.

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The Ballroom (3) – Rosas Spinis.

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August 23, 2013 07:37AM

The Ballroom

Couples were swirling all around the floor, including Amos and Elvira, while god knows what happened to Juliette and her infamous blood doll; Edward. Bartholomew had been waiting for Levi to allow him to cut in, and after a few silent seconds, Bartholomew decided that he….was taking his woman back. Slowly tearing off his jacket, he threw it to the side, where it landed on some old spinster, who started to sniff it. Dirty old demoness…Anyways. Now in his vest and pants, with the ruffles of his shirt sticking out of the top of his waistcoat, he started to raise both arms, and with fingers pointed, he mimicked a bull, but in effect what he was doing was the very new Pasadoble. He lowered his arms, and then crossed his left hand down to the right side of his waist, as though he was drawing out his sword, then spun on the heels, and started to make a clapping motion, to whip up some of the demon socialites to follow with the clapping. Bart brought both arms over his head and growled through the rose, as Fanny blinked, then shoved Levi aside, snatching up to clam shells off a table that had a seafood platter, and started to clack them together, much like a Spanish dancer. The band lead marked for the guitarist to play, and it was a Spanish song, with the strumming matching the fancy footwork of our favorite fiend.

He madly started to tap hard with his heels, and Fanny swanned around him, her skirt raising as she twirled, much like a matador’s cape. She tossed away the clam shells, as he took her hand, and then drew her into a hold, where he dipped her and started to kiss her to exchange the rose over to her mouth. Eyes wide behind her kitten mask, her heart was set to racing, as he brought her up, and then started to kiss up and down her arm, before spinning her out again, her skirts swirling, her head becoming light. She took out the rose and then ran it down the cheek of the closest Guard, which only caused Bartholomew to snort like a bull, and he pawed at the ground with his shoes, before gliding across the floor, and snatching her hand, spinning her round and round, till she was on the floor. As the song came to its dramatic climax, he pulled her back up again, chest out like a male peacock, proud that he danced with his woman. He tore off his mask, and kissed her hungrily, while the table of aging demons cheered loudly. It was then, he did what he had been waiting to do for so long. Bart got down on bended knee and pulled out a small black ring box. He opened it and then said before all at the ball:

“Kitten…will you do me the honor, of becoming my wife?”

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August 24, 2013 07:18AM

Juliette watched the women around them give envious looks as Edward led her smoothly through their battle of wit. Her eyes looked over his face, aware that he refused to look her in the eye. Her jaw tightened as she tried to control herself. Though she cried, he could give two shits, and he explained why. As she was twirled and led around, her pendant began to glow as she listened to his words. No longer glowing an angry red, it was now a soft white light that seemed to push her demon down and draw out who Juliette used to be. It was as if she were briefly exorcised, all traces of malice and spite gone. Her eyes softened as she pressed closer, desperate for her lover to feel her heart beat against his chest. Closing her eyes, she turned her face into his neck to stifle the tears. People were watching, and if Amos and Bess saw this display of emotion, surely they would take Edward away from her. As she was lifted into the air, Juliette’s eyes looked down at Edward and she could hear the crowd gasping around her. None of that mattered, not while Edward was touching her. Then the dance ended, and Edward’s lips were close to hers. She so desperately wanted to kiss him, her breath fanning over his as she called for him silently. Just as she was beginning to think she could break him down, she was carried away.

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As Edward carried her away from the ballroom, she barely had time to blink as Edward’s hand was around her throat as she was pinned to the wall. Gasping for air, she struggled beneath him and clawed at his hand. Juliette gasped and choked, but she stilled beneath him instantly when he spoke. Staring at him, her tears began to fall again as she could feel the pain she caused him oozing from each word he spoke. Closing her eyes, she couldn’t look at him as he promised only to hurt her more. It was when he released her and began to walk away that she finally spoke. Her words were barely above a whisper as she fought back more tears. “Don’t play the fool, Edward…it hardly suits you…” Not caring if he turned around her not, she continued to speak. “My parents have taken every ounce of love and happiness in my life since I was put on this earth…anything, ANYTHING I love is tortured for the sake of ‘making me a true demon’. You really think that if my parents learned of my love for you, that if I acted as though you meant the world to me, they wouldn’t take YOU away? I am cruel to you to SAVE YOUR LIFE. Don’t you understand? I can’t lose you!” The last sentence was uttered over a sob as she turned around and left the shelter over the balcony. Standing near the edge, rain poured down on her as she whispered “Hate me, torture me, make me pay. Just know that I love you, and it is the only reason I can stand to keep you safe from my parents…”

Lightening flashed and she turned around to look at him walk away. Shaking her head, she then ran towards him and threw her arms around him. With her arms around his neck, she jumped into his arms and looked down at him “Edward…forget me from this moment on.” Before he could answer, she plunged her fangs into his neck and forced their minds to link. Instantly, memories and dark images flooded their minds. Juliette screaming at Edward, throwing things at him only to collapse behind the door in sobs as he left. Juliette and Edward embracing in secret in the garden maze outside her room. And then, she revealed the horrors that she had done in London: women being gutted, angels brutally and slowly being murdered, the angel hung on the cross. Bodies after bodies piled up as she stood before her throne of carnage. She then saw Lillian and Agares come up to her, both of them laying a hand on her shoulders as they looked at her greedily “You belong to me….” Lillian hissed.

Juliette pulled herself from Edward’s neck and struggled out of his arms. Turning around slowly, she wrapped her arms around herself. Without looking at him, she cried softly “I’m so sorry, Edward…I love you.” Drenched from the rain, she rushed past him to try and escape back into the ballroom.

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August 24, 2013 09:06AM

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Bess let go of Amos but not before giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. She smiled at Elvira before taking Ezekiels hand “it would be a pleasure” she drawled in that ecoticly accented voice. Bess allowed herself to be lead away by Ezekiel into a corner of the floor. Laughing softly she shrugged her shoulders. “We tried our best and yet-” Bess glanced over her dance partners shoulder to the thick mop of dark curls she could see bobbing about. It reminded her of Juliette “-Some don’t turn out as well as others”. Bess smirked slightly, sliding her hand up and onto his shoulder as they began to dance. He was graceful, just as she had suspected. “I never knew you danced Ezekiel…i must admit you’re very good” she laughed softly as he twirled her about.
However despite the playful air that surrounded Bess and Ezekiel…she couldn’t help but be distracted by the foreboding that seemed to surround the hall…something was of and she was sure that the axe would drop…she just didn’t know how. Glancing to Amos and then back to Ezekiel she smiled gently, trying not to seem as scared as she was. “So…what lucky women did you decide to bring with you this evening?” Bess asked, smirking.

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August 24, 2013 12:07PM

He stopped. He made no move, said no word, held no expression, made no sound. Hell, even his breath was a faint sound in the pouring rain. Her words seeped into him. His mind, his body, his heart, his soul. It all became evident to him, that she feared for him. That she feared for his safety, and that’s why she pushed him away, though that only explained so much. She wanted to keep him from the wrath of her parents, and siblings, yet, most of her actions were uncalled for if that were the only case. Especially the words they had last departed on. This fact kept his rage as she continued.

Just as he was about to speak, turning around to face her, she ran into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and jumping up, wrapping her legs around his waist(I’m guessing). Instinctively he caught her, his hands gripping tightly onto her thighs for support. Her words, he could not bare. To forget her would be, impossible. He may despise her at the moment, but even in his rage, she was constantly on his mind. constantly on his heart. His eyes held onto the pendant around her neck, vice gripping it as it burned a bright color. He didn’t understand why, until her teeth sunk into his neck, and their minds became one yet again.

At first, he wanted to risk his own mind and thrust her from him. To cast her to the floor and leave her there. Though what he saw stopped him, it froze him in place as he stumbled around from the pure enjoyment of her teeth in his neck.

He stood yet again in a dark place, an all too familiar scene. The Darkness was first pierced with sound, that of glass shattering as Juliette screamed at the top of her lungs. “Get out Slave! I have fed and I am now done with your insolence and pathetic stench! Be from my sight!” No image came yet, though Edward remembered the day from his side quite well. she had just finished feeding from him, and the image she saw from his memory was what stuck her actions. She had seen him and Latecia stricken in a passionate embrace in her beddings. She spoke of her love for him, as they finished. though Edward did not reply, he embraced the remark all the same. Edward was staring at his feet as he remembered his side of the memory, and the slamming of a door awoke him from his thoughts. The darkness spread apart, and Juliette was seen on the ground, in deep, uncontrolable sobs on her knees. This was not a scene Edward had viewed often. Juliette crying around him was about as rare as a real diamond in the Slums. It brought sorrow unto his heart as he approached her form, and reached out to touch her.

The image faded instantly to black just as he was to reach her, and Edward was left staring at the place which held his beloved only a few moments before. This time, smell was the first sense to act. Roses, Dandilions, Tulips. The distinctive smell of the Roxburg Garden, located just outside Juliette’s room came to mind first. That’s when the scene took place, the bright light of the moon and stars covering the area. Edward found himself suddenly at peace. A light moan sounded from behind him, and he instantly turned, to find himself within the Maze that the Roxburgs had their rose bushes installed in. Not many had found the middle, and thus, when Edward had, he took Juliette. the scene was one of impeccable beauty, especially at night. The middle of the maze was a small circle surrounded by an enclosed dome of rose bush, which had a single opening in the middle of it. Within the dome, a Gazebo painted white and dressed in Rose spotted vines stood in the middle of a moat covered with lilly pads. the place was set up so that the light of the moon would shine directly through the opening in the roof of the bush dome, and reflect to shine around the place. Right now, he and Juliette were embraced in a passionate love, much like they were about a week ago.It brought a smile to his face, and the scene went dark yet again as he heard her whisper the words “I love you…” within the memory through a soft moan.

The next scene was not one that Edward remembered, but one that Juliette either meant, or didn’t mean to show him. Either way he saw it, and despite his experiences with Massacres, almost made him sick. His eyes held before him a body, torn to shreds in. Just as quickly, Edward’s mind was grassped with a slideshow of images from each of the murders. All ending with the Angel hung upon the cross. It was something out of a horror story. Hearing a soft breath, he turned to his right, and saw her…covered in blood…shaping words yet he could not understand or hear them. She was the one who was comitting the murders that were speaken of so popularly among the Roxburg household. Then came the image of a woman he didn’t recognize, then the man she had been dancing with as both embraced a shoulder of hers. “You belong to me….” hissed the woman, and with that, she left his arms.

He came back to reality to find himself in the rain with her, just in time to hear her words. “I’m so sorry, Edward…I love you.” As she turned to quickly move away from him, he stood insilence, hastily lifting his arm ever so slightly to take hold of her hand. when she looked to him, she’d find his eyes heavy at his feet, and full of shame and regret. He spoke no word, though simply held her hand for a few moments of silence, as they stood in the rain. Then, in a hushed tone, he spoke. “No….” He yanked her as suddenly as he had previously placed his hand around her throat, pulling her up and into his arms in the same position as before. His lips found hers, and embraced them in a passionate kiss full of longing, love, and lust. It had been long since due that he embraced her, and he’d not pass up this chance. He held her for more than a minute at least, not wanting his lips to ever leave hers, but as tears ran down his face, covered by the rain that hit him as well, he pulled away and allowed her to her feet, wrapping his arms tightly around her. “I am so….irrefutable….sorry my Love.”

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August 24, 2013 01:57PM

Juliette turned around slowly as Edward grabbed her hand, finding it hard to face him. As she painfully drew her eyes up to look at him, she saw that his eyes were cast down. The look in them made her heart ache, and she wanted nothing more than to take away his pain. She found it difficult to be closer to him, though, for she feared she had shattered their love by revealing the monster that she was to him. And yet, he took her completely by surprise. Just when she thought it was over between them, Edward pulled her back to him and had her lifted in his arms. She could only look down at him in surprise before complete love and adoration covered her face. Smiling joyfully, she met his lips eagerly and kissed him with all the passion and need she had pent up for him over the years. Tears mingled with rain on her cheeks as she kissed him with a hunger so fierce she was hoping it would fill her to the brim with everlasting happiness.

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Edward then pulled a whimper from her lips as he set her petite form on the ground again. Looking up at her blood doll, she gripped his coat with fear that he was now going to leave her. As her eyes met his desperately, she saw that his own were shedding tears as well. Reaching up, she gently brushed away the rain and tears mixed together on his cheeks and smiled sadly “You have every right to despise me…I am a monster, Edward. A complete monster my family wants me to be…” Shaking her head, she buried her face into his chest as her body was wracked with a new onslaught of sobs “I don’t want this…I don’t want this…so much pain and devastation is left in my wake! Please….please stop me. I deserve to die!” Juliette was unable to speak anymore as she began to sob uncontrollably. All the guilt and pain she had stored up and set aside from her murders and hurtful actions to Edward came flowing out of her as her demon was pushed down. Edward’s embrace and love only seemed to make her more aware of what she had become, and it was someone she didn’t want to be. Standing in the rain, she continued to cling to him as she was unable to speak through her tears.

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August 24, 2013 02:51PM

Ezekiel grinned at Bess, taking her hand gently in his. “Ah, well the least anyone can do is try. You must at least know that your children are, for the most part, wonderful.” Ezekiel glanced towards where Bess, looked only briefly before he understood what she meant. Placing his hand on her hip lightly, he began to move gracefully on the floor with her. Laughing, the demon shrugged, twirling her. “There are many things you don’t know about me, Milady.”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that something was bothering Bess – Ezekiel had known she and Amos for long enough to realize when something wasn’t right. The wrath demon knew better than to pry, though. Because of this, he merely continued to smile, answering her with a laugh. “Ah, I’ve come alone tonight, actually. Perhaps I’ll meet some lucky woman tonight, though.” He winked at her, before bursting into laughter again. He clearly didn’t mean her – Ezekiel knew his boundaries well. Not to mention the fact that he only viewed Bess as a friend. Her family had become almost like a family to him as well. He would do anything for them, and both Bess and Amos knew that.

Leaning against the pillar, Isabella watched everyone dance, grinning lightly. Many men ventured over and asked her to dance, though she politely declined. Each time, she smiled and winked at them, saying that she was waiting on someone, but perhaps next time.

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August 25, 2013 08:36PM

Harrison entered the ballroom a little less than gracefully, his hair a little damp but his appearance still otherwise acceptable for the occasion. He wore no mask for he found the idea silly, and he knew it would be unlikely anyone would care to speak to him even if they didn’t know who he was. He had so far managed to keep out of the rift between Heaven and Hell, short of being born into the latter.

He watched the others with little interest, and very little actual conentration as to who he was looking at. He had hoped his nieces and/or nephew might at least greet him, but the only two he could see were otherwise engaged. He smiled slightly when he noticed what Bartholomew was engaged in, but it was a very small, almost unnoticable smile.

And it disappeared when he made unintentional eye contact with his mother. His breath caught in his throat and quickened when he recovered it, and his eyes snapped away from hers after a couple seconds. He remained where he was, but he was now very tense and stiff. Avoiding her might anger her, but he prayed to anyone that would listen that she chose not to come over a speak to him.

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August 26, 2013 07:08AM

Ballroom

Levi enjoyed his dance with Fanny well enough, but he was not surprised when Bart came up to claim her. Immediately recognizing the Roxburg son, he forced a smile and stepped back, allowing him to cut him. He winked at Fanny before pulling away from the couple. As they danced, he searched the crowd to find his charge. Seeing Phoebe standing in the corner with a hand to her face, he realized with a horrible feeling that she had been crying. Striding over to her, he pulled her shoulder so she turned around and looked at him. Tears indeed were on her cheeks and he reached down to wipe them off. Frowning, he leaned close and murmured “What is wrong, dearest Phoebe?”

Phoebe looked up, tears streaming down her face as she then buried her face in Levi’s chest. He frowned more and wrapped his arms around her, feeling like a protective older brother as she sat crying in his arms. “Shh…shh…what is it?”

Phoebe turned her face away from the crowd, her cheek resting against his chest as she spoke weakly “I saw…I saw a dead woman in one of the hallways. She…she had blood all over her and she looked so pale.”

Levi’s mouth tightened as he recalled Juliette prowling around in high spirits tonight. So she had fed in public in the face of angels. It took all his strength not to abandon Phoebe to go strangle the demon. Looking down at Phoebe, concern darkened his face as his eyes met hers. “Did someone see you? Was it a woman? Did she say anything?”

The human woman’s face paled as her fingers clenched into Levi’s shirt. Nodding slowly, she whispered “She said she would be seeing me soon…”

Horror and fear mixed in Levi’s eyes as he drew her closer in his arms, not caring how it looked. Phoebe could very well be the reincarnation of a saint, and she was precious to his race. Though he had joked and poked fun at her often, she was as sacred to him as the Virgin Mary. Closing his eyes, he whispered softly into her hair “I’m here, Phoebe. I’m here.”

Phoebe began to cry into his chest, silent but sadly as Levi stood there comforting her in the sea of dancers.

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August 26, 2013 09:18PM

Agares had indeed seen the blood doll take his own pawn into dance, and then awe the crowd with their moves. Yet, he did nothing. Watched as the two left, and said nothing. He stood, and watched Amos intently with eyes that could toss daggers. A deep hate seeped through his pores and seemed to embrace those around him as well. Watching as the man was distracted by his simply…delicious daughter, the ground beneath him opened up, since the marble was simply made of earth, and from it jutted out a dagger. Agares caught it and the ground closed up again, repairing itself. the dagger held in his eyes was a sight to behold. Beautiful. Carved to curve from it’s hilt butt to it’s point. Both ends were bladed, and it was pure black. The blade was magically enchanted to stabilize the powers of a demon, at least for a time long enough to truly kill them due to the poison it was coated in.

Without a second thought, Agares himself made his way to Amos, slowly pushing through the crowd of people, his eyes set on the man as the sound surrounding him faded from his ears. His vision seemed to tunnel on the man’s back the closer he got, his heart pounding dully in his mind. Upon reaching him, Agares brought the dagger up and into Amos’ back, at the same time opening the earth beneath him and falling into it, closing the hole and reappearing beside his mistress, Lillian. that’s when he called for them, and all hell broke loose. “come forth my dogs of hell. Come as you master calls, and destroy his enemies. come and cover these floors and walls with blood of those who would deny us our right.”

With that his legions of demons slowly began to appear in waves of 30 in full armor and weapons, roaring with gleeful delight in pillars of flame. They then immediately set to destroying all in their path as they made their way to their ultimate target: Amos Roxburg.

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August 26, 2013 10:32PM

As he and his daughter danced, Amos could not help but smile. His heart and mind cleared of all issues, of all hate, of EVERYTHING as he held his little devil within his arms. He could feel her tears soak into his clothing, and his lips found the top of her head, kissing gently and then resting as his fingers ran through the dark locks softly. “Never forget that I will always be here for you, my little devil. that will never change….”

Looking down to her, he saw the look in her eyes as she focused on something, or someone behind him. raising a brow, he was about to ask her what the trouble was when he felt the dagger pierce his skin. His chin lifted to the sky and he loosed a demonic roar from his throat in pain and agony. He felt odd as the steel pierced his flesh and seeped into his back. His body tingled as he watched the demons pour in in the thousands. He knew what this was, and he knew who it was that had attacked him. “AGARES!” the words came as another roar. Letting go of his daughter as demons began to rush them, he willed his true form to come forth, yet it wouldn’t. Cursing to himself, he threw his fist into the gut of a demon that had reached him, and it flew through it’s armor and flesh. The Demon dropped it’s sward and fell to the ground as Amos quickly grabbed hold of the blade and readied for another attack. At least his physical attributes stayed at their demonic level. He heard a roar to his right as a demon rushed his daughter, it’s blade held high above it’s head. Amos spun around his daughter, swinging his own sword into the other’s as it came down, slamming it away. Amos then drove the blade into the demon’s gut, and kicked it away. He dropped the sword and turned to his daughter, grabbing her by the shoulders. “Brace yourself my Devil.” with that, he lifted her into the air and threw her to the stage where the band had been playing. The demons surrounding him used this as an opportunity, however.

Amos felt a powerful kick fall into his back and he launched forward to the ground. One by one, demons rushed toward him and began hammering him with feet and fists while laughing. “Not so tough now you holy FUCK!” one of them uttered. That’s when the blade was knocked from Amos’ body and kicked across the floor near the stage. Within a second after wards, Amos erupted into flame as he took his demonic form and the sheer force of it knocked the demons attacking him away about three feet. Amos used this moment to summon his dual blades into his hands, and roar as loud as he could. the demons advanced, but they were no match for Amos’ speed or power as one by one they were cut down.

By this point, the place was cleared of many of the ball’s attenders, and the majority of the demons were rushing Amos in waves. Despite this, he was surviving, and successfully making his way to Agares. Demons came, and demons fell from the fluid strikes of Amos’ blades. All the while, his roars shook the ground and his body gave off a fear full aura that even sent many of the demons attacking to flee. “Elizabeth! Bartholomew! Elvira! To me!”

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August 26, 2013 11:34PM

A flood of moonlight filtered through the very top most windows of the Ballroom. The large grandfather clock began to chime, for it had reached the midnight hour, in the midst of the anarchy caused by the demon attack on the family Roxburg. The rows of the Count’s men had stood vigilantly whilst below there was a massacre going on before their very eyes. But did they move? No, they had been waiting, just as the Count had been. Why? Because through the power of the Moon’s rays and the bewitching hour had begun, each and every man that had a spear soon threw them down into the ballroom floor below, as they all started to scream, the horror of what was to come to all that remained, demons included. The two ladies, that had been fanning themselves behind the count, also threw their heads back, their eyes changing to that of the wolf. Hands, bodies, heads, all morphing at an excelorated rate, as the Count started to laugh. It was a dark and cruel laugh that in the middle of the screams of the dying would come off as peculiar. Why would someone find all this macabre killing to be so damn funny? Well, it was because his rivals were killing each other. This would only make it all the more easy to finish what they had begun.

The two females had transformed into full on werewolves and with their beautiful ballgowns shredded and scattered at their feet, they ripped into the remaining crowd, slashing and taking bites out of the fleeing guests. Up above the wolves that had been guarding the ball, all leapt down from their high places, landing on some of the lower level demons, and the fight was intensifying. In the madness of this moment, the Count himself finally started to change, his skin tearing from his body, to reveal a fully formed wolf beneath. Standing over eight feet on his hind legs, he bayed at the moon on high. Blood and limbs were scattered across the dance floor, where only an hour earlier there had been dancing and frivolity. The Count as the werewolf seemed to have chosen his target…..Lillian. Menacingly, he started to cut his way through the crowd, as Amos was fighting for his life, and calling for his children to flee to safety.

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The Ballroom (2) – Rosas Spinis.

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August 21, 2013 04:12AM

The Ballroom

Unlike the other Roxburg siblings, who seemed to take to the dance floor with gusto, showing off their ability to dance, Bartholomew and Fanny had found the buffet. And what a spread there was. Truffles, towers of cake and exotic fruits, all types of cheeses, and meats. The devil surely would dine on such splendid fare. Bart was up to his fourth plate full, about to stuff another German sausage into his mouth, as Fanny stood waving her fan in front of her face madly.

“Daaaaahling, I thought you were going to dance with me. It is a ball, not the farmer’s trough.” she said with a voice dripping in sarcasm. “I mean, look at your sisters. They may well be bed bunnies, but least they dance like ladies.” Bart belched loudly, his mask slightly crooked, and his jacket already looking set to pop a few buttons.

“But Kitten…you know I have two left feet, and besides, even the cook doesn’t do dinners this good. OH LOOK Apple upside down cake!” Bart dropped his half sausage into the custard and grabbed another plate, to go and get himself half a slice of cake, or was that half the cake itself? Fanny rolled her eyes, and grumbled behind her fan, then she noticed a rather dashing looking Levi, and suddenly got a twinkle in her eyes. If Bartholomew was going to spend the ball with his ass up and his face down in the deserts, she was going to see if she could find someone that would make him jealous. And who more desirable, than the goody two shoe looking Levi.

“Hello…..handsome.” Fanny purred, pushing up her bosom a touch higher and glding across the floor, to where she would flounce in front of him and hold out her gloved hand.

“Mother said, never be backward in being forward. Care to dance?” She said, as she attempted to get him out on the dance floor.

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August 21, 2013 11:00AM

Outside the building, a carriage, one of darkness and disdain, just as much as those who rode in it, parked itself in the heavy rain. The Horses at it’s head drenched, as well as their driver. The doors creaked open as the driver hoped down with his umbrella to help the two within leave it’s confined space, looking ever so gallant and beautiful. The driver allowed himself to stay in the rain, walking behind his master and Mistress of house, the umbrella held high enough to be above the Master’s head as all three made it to the over hang just outside the door, and into the mansion.

A servant came, as though the two were expected, and the Master eyed him cautiously. “Master and Lady Roxburg…the events have begun. The Count has set aside a special area for the two of you to stay until the…main event…takes place.” Amos was naturally cautious, at least, outside his own home, and shook his head. “Let your Count know I am grateful, yet my wife and I must decline this offer.” His wife at his side, and arms linked, he gently tugged her forward with himself, and went onward to the Ball room doors, as was described in the invite. “I wish to spend the evening with my family.”

They soon came upon the doors, and thunder boomed through the place as the doors opened and the announcer inhaled deeply as all looked up to the top of the stair case which held the doors. The music stopped, and the announcement came. “I hereby present: Amos and Elizabeth Roxburg! Heads of the Roxburg Family and fortune!” The couple entered in a glorious display as they looked down at all those that had joined the event. Demons of all kinds gently bowed their heads to the two. Then that stench, of wet DOG and fresh earth filled his nostrils. Agares. He was in fact here, which meant that Juliette…his eyes caught the two on the dance floor as the music picked up once more. He caught her form before she caught his, and he was able to see the happiness on his face. His rage fought to break free from the grasp he held on it, as a thick and deep, hellish growl escaped his lips. His mind, however, quickly regained control, and the anger was not aimed at Juliette, but only at Agares. As he bowed his head in return to those that had done so to him and his wife, he spoke in a hushed tone, the movement of his lips hardly visible. “I will kill him before the night is through. He has manipulated our daughter, and this is something I shall not forgive.”

The events went on, and Amos led his wife down the steps to the main floor, where he took her in his arms, and began to twirl her about gracefully in dance.

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August 21, 2013 03:34PM

Elvira was beginning to feel bored with the whole affair. She had done what she set out to do, but she was finding no more enjoyment in it anymore. She was dancing in the arms of some man that had asked to cut in between her and Edward and agreed, due to the fact that Edward couldn’t seem to keep his eyes from wandering to Juliette every few minutes.

She wanted to go home.

That was until…

“I hereby present: Amos and Elizabeth Roxburg! Heads of the Roxburg Family and fortune!”

Everyone stopped to watch her mother and father enter the room, bowing to them like the royal beings they were. She could tell when her father had spotted the run-a-way Juliette by the tightening of his eyes and mouth before he seemed to relax. She smiled.

Her father escorted her mother to the floor and swept her up in a dance. She abandoned her own partner and made her way to them. She waited with a fair amount of patience for them to notice she was there before she made her request known.

“Father, if it would please you and Mother, I would like to claim the next dance with you.” she asked, her eyes unknowingly filled with love for the man who sired her.

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August 21, 2013 05:29PM

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“I hereby present: Amos and Elizabeth Roxburg! Heads of the Roxburg Family and fortune!”
Bess smirked as their names were called. As people turned to stare, the Roxburg matriarch tilted her head upward and glanced arrogantly around. Men were in awe of them both, most were gawking at her whilst the women muttered among themselves and cast her husband sly and sultry looks. Bess allowed them their little flirt, it wasn’t if a mere mortal could replace her anyway. Even so Bess tightened the grip on her husbands arm as they descended the steps as they took the the floor, many other partners fanned out, as if they were scared that they could not compete with the couple. Together, Bess and Amos were a formidable couple, as Ruthless as they were beautiful together. He oozed power whilst she practically dripped cunning. As Amos took her in his arms Beth smiled, sliding her hand up and onto his shoulder as he placed his on her hip. He drew her in close and she chuckled. They began to dance then, graceful and beautiful. Her gown swept about his feet like a river of blood whilst his boot clicked the marble floor as if keeping time. As their eyes locked Bess smiled ever so slightly…yet the joy was short lived. As her husband twirled her, Bess caught sight of her mother over his shoulder. Lillith was smirking in such a way that Bess had to grip Amos tighter for fear she would stride over and tear her mothers eyes out right then and there.

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Taking a deep breath she turned back to Amos “My mother is by the pillar by the stairs” she said softly, smiling to make it seem like nothing was wrong, yet her jaw was set tightly and her eyes were narrowed and seething. Bess had not even noticed Elvira as she approached, it was only when she heard her daughters voice did she look down. Smiling gently as the music came to an end “Elvira darling, you look as beautiful as ever” Bess chuckled gently. When the music stopped the crowd clapped, Bess glanced to Amos at her daughters request “I don’t see why not” she said gently, smiling at her husband wondering if he would agree.

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August 22, 2013 07:48AM

Juliette was enjoying herself thoroughly with Agares as he spun her around, unaware that her blood doll was being kissed by that abomination of a sister. Agares looked down at the demon girl with a look of tenderness and possession, though the latter was the only genuine emotion of his as he danced with his little puppet. His arms drew her in closer, his hips grinding against Juliette’s teasing as he leaned down to plant moist kisses along her bare shoulder. He knew what Elvira and Edward were trying to do, and he wanted to play with the blood doll that had potential to ruin his Queen’s plans. With a fangy grin, he winked at Edward before lifting Juliette’s lips to kiss her.

Juliette’s eyes widened as Agares kissed her with such possessive force, she had to lean back. Raising her hands, she gave him a shove and eyed him coldly “You go too far, sir…” Turning around, she noticed Edward dancing with her sister. His gaze flicked over to hers, and all she saw was vengeance. Her jaw tightened as she clenched her fists, fully prepared to walk up and sock her sister. But then, she heard the announcement for her parents and Edward was soon abandoned.

Glancing towards her parents, she gave them an evil stare as Agares shifted closer to her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and murmured in her ear “Have your fun with your precious blood doll. I will be watching from afar to ensure your safety, my love.” Giving her false hope, he brushed another tender kiss to her neck before walking away without a look at Edward.

Juliette returned her gaze to Edward, not bothering to hide the pain and betrayal in her eyes. As another song began to start, she didn’t look at his eyes as she pulled him into a dance. Placing her hand in his and her other on his shoulder, she leaned in to growl in his ear “How dare you even touch that harlot…Is she the reason you have been so distant from me?”Emotions thickened her voice as she looked at him with moist eyes. Her pendant lay between her breasts, and it was giving off a warning warmth that threatened to burn her skin. Looking away from him, she could barely speak as she fought back tears“How could you do this to me…Her, of all people.” A tear she fought so hard to restrain fell down her cheek, but she barely noticed as she tried to keep up her guise of dancing with him.

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August 22, 2013 07:57AM

Levi listened to Arian and smirked, feeling that his fellow angel was a bit off the mark. “That human girl is infuriating. There will be nothing between us, I can assure you of that.” As he watched Phoebe danced, she turned to look at him once with a wave. It was clear she was having the time of her life, her cheeks rosy from the excitement and thrill of dancing. Her intoxicating laugh drifted to Levi’s ears, but he turned to look at Arian. A frown tugged at his lips as he spoke of Lillian and Juliette. “Juliette is far too vulnerable to be able to resist the Queen. Her parents have wreaked enough emotional damage on her that she’ll be far too willing to crawl towards the first person to show her any sort of kindness.” Any idea suddenly crossed the angel’s mind as he stood up from his seat. Crossing his arms, he watched the demon dance with her blood doll. Smiling faintly, he spoke to Arian without looking at him. “Someone ought to get to her first…”

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As he spoke this sentiment, a woman Levi did not recognize came gliding up to him. His dark eyes fell immediately to her cleavage, a smile pulling his lips up before he met her gaze with a flushed face. Running a hand nervously through his hair, he gave her his charming smile and accepted her hand with his free one. Raising it to his lips, he placed a warm kiss upon her glove and kept it in his grip. “I imagine your mother was just as charming as you were, and quite wise.” He gave her a wink before turning to Arian. “If you will excuse me, I cannot deny a beautiful lady…” Turning his gaze back to Fanny, he led her to the floor and pulled her into his grip. As he began to lead her in the dance, he immediately looked away from her to focus on Phoebe nearby. He now had a better advantage point on keeping tabs on the human girl, and he had a feeling Phoebe’s world was about to be turned upside down.

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August 22, 2013 08:28AM

The Ballroom

Fanny chuckled softly as Levi treated her with respect and kissed her gloved hand with such panache. “I imagine your mother was just as charming as you were, and quite wise.” Fanny brought her shoulders up slightly and said sweetly; “Mother said that when I was born, the mould was smashed, so yes, she had her way with words. Oo a waltz…let’s dance.”

Now for Fanny, this was an unexpected surprise. The fair haired gentleman, accepted her request for a dance, and she glided across the floor, her skirts trailing behind her, as he took her into the dancer’s hold. His hand to the small of her back and left hand gripping her right. It was not lost on her that his attention while they danced was towards another, a young lady who looked simply angelic. Fanny grimaced behind her kitten mask, but kept up with the young man, turn for turn. She had to admit, he knew how to dance, which was a lot more than Batholomew could do, but Fanny had wanted to enjoy this night for all it was worth, and what could be better than having some gorgeous do gooder on her arm.

Noting that Levi was constantly turning his head towards the girl, Fanny struck him with a question; “Is she your sister? You two look a like.” Spun around again, Fanny snuggled closer, and tightened her grip on his hand. “If I had a sibling that good looking, I’d be drooling too.”

Bartholomew, who had finally had enough of the desert buffet, spun around to see his Kitten in the arms of some blonde gentleman, and he quirked a brow.

“Kitten?” He started to feel a pang of jealousy to see his beloved dancing with the dashing Levi. Pulling on the edges of his jacket, he looked like a bull ready to charge at the matador with the swirling red cape, and though he couldn’t dance for his worth, he strutted past a table that had a red rose and snatched it up out of the vase, and continued out to the floor, till he reached the couple and tapped Levi on the shoulder.

“May I cut in? I have the desire to take this beautiful creature and show her what a man can do.” Bart wiggled his eyebrows, and then stuck the rose between his teeth.

“Ole?” Fanny gasped, her eyes radiant to see Bart had finally come to his senses, and was no longer stuffing his face.

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August 22, 2013 01:41PM

Edward felt Elvira leave his arms suddenly, and it nearly knocked him on his ass, though he knew it was his own fault. He couldn’t keep his eyes off Juliette, whether it be due to her dancing, his thirst for vengeance, or his irrefusable love for her…he was not fully sure. His eyes held on the two now as he stood alone, fuming inside as he watched them dance. However, when she pushed her partner away, a small grin formed at the corner of his lips, though the kiss he placed on her neck removed it away immediately. His eyes were sparking now at a constant rate, and they began to brighten in a blueish hue. When she snatched him up, he allowed the action, and led her in a dance, one that would cause envy within the hearts of those that looked on. All those except for Amos and Bess, who had taken the dance floor as well, and were surely watching the two. His hand took hers, his other on her hip, and he led her on the greatest ride of her life, despite his rage and her words, which only increased it.

His face became a twisted visage of the cool minded and silver tongued Blood Doll she always knew. It became a vicious ball of rage, his mind screaming at him to speak what he truly wanted, as the lights began to flicker in and out, lightning striking just outside the building, with more to come. However, he quickly regained himself, though his eyes remained their bright blue color. “Your words were simple to understand Mistress.” His voice cold, lifeless as he spoke to her, avoiding eye contact.

“We made love that night, a beautiful dance aboard the sheets of a bed. Our bodies and minds fusing to be one.” He twisted her around before continuing their dance. “You brought ruin to the memory by speaking words that directly reffuted it.” He lifted her hand within his above her head, taking a tighter grip of her waist, and allowing her head and back to fall down, waving from right to left, then he pulled her back up into a single twist, and caught her so she was facing him, continuing their dance. “I do not have a lord in mind, but be sure to understand that you and I will never be. Never in public, never behind closed doors. Those were your words. Though they stung, they could have been forgotten in face of the truth, a truth that cannot be changed. that I am yours…” He lifted her inthe air by her hips, taking a knee, as he allowed her to fall slowly back to him, using the electricity he was generating in his own body to fuel such feats of strength. The fact that she was so…petite made it that much easier. They ended their dance with his left hand on her back, his right against her cheek, rubbing it gently. caressing it with love as people clapped at their show of skill. His lips were as close to hers as possible, as he spoke, though the blue of his eyes never left. “After all, I am nothing but a sack of blood to you, Mistress, and I will act the part.” He quickly lifted her, and stepped back once, bowing his head. then he registered her question, why he did this to HER. How COULD he do it. This made him lose control, and if not for the crowded area, his roar would have cleared the entire room. He tightly wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her to him as he practically carried her though the room and out to a sheltered balcony. Once they were from sight, his body moved at a speed as quick as lightning itself and his hands were around her throat, pining her to a wall.

“How could I?! HOW COULD I?! I have been nothing but loving and understanding of you, Juliette. I have supported you! I have LOVED you without condition and without prompt that you feel the same! I have nothing of ill intent towards you yet you treat me as though I were yesterdays SHIT.” He forced his grip harder around her throat. “I did what I did, because you DESERVED to feel how I felt as you left me to my own broken heart. Do not worry, this night has hardly begun, and there is MUCH more in store for you. You WILL feel the pain that I have for YEARS, and shall for YEARS to come. You will know a broken heart, the feeling of pure emptiness. You will know how I feel.” With that, he forcibly removed his arm from her neck as lightning struck directly behind him. He turned and began to walk away.

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August 22, 2013 02:38PM

Isabella grinned at her partner as they moved gracefully along the dance floor. As time passed, more couples joined on the dance floor and began moving with them. Twirling in the man’s arms, she laughed and then twirled back towards him and wrapped a leg around his, bending nearly completely backwards – without his assistance or support at all. As she straightened up again, she looked over her shoulder towards where Amos and Bess entered. She pulled away long enough to curtsy before she began dancing again.

Looking towards Juliette, she watched as her friend began dancing with Edward, a frown tugging on her lips. She tensed as she saw Edward carrying Juliette off of the dance floor, though didn’t go after them. Juliette would be fine, after all, she was a demon. Shaking her head, Isabella pulled away from her dance partner and gave him a winning smile, curtsying before walking over to lean against one of the pillars, watching everyone around her.

As Ezekiel received no answer, he shrugged and then moved towards Bess. Smiling, he bowed to she and her husband. “If I may be so bold as to ask, may I have this dance, Milady? I wouldn’t want you to be left alone while your husband and daughter dance.” The demon grinned at Bess and Amos, before looking at Elvira and bowing to her as well. After a moment, he turned back to Amos and Bess with a cheeky grin. “You two never fail to impress me with how wonderful your children turn out. Your daughter is quite beautiful.” Ezekiel threw a grin over at Elvira before he looked at Bess once more, awaiting her answer to his request to dance.

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August 22, 2013 03:50PM

Amos heard her words, after feeling the tightening of her grip, and they did not surprise him. They did not so much as cast a second thought to his mind. His gut was right, something was going to go down tonight. In truth, he’d smelt Agares in the room, and seen him with Juliette not long after they first entered. Agares would not be trusted in a place that requires such, delicacy, at least not alone. No, Lilian would definitely be there, and this meant there was a plan lurking, something that none would expect, which immediately placed Amos on his utmost guard. “It makes sense, my Love.” His lips hardly moved as he spoke, though he didn’t need to feign the smile he held as he danced with his wife. “Her dog would not have been trusted here alone. He’s too….vulnerable until backed into a corner.”

Twirling her to the end of the song, he placed a gentle kiss upon her lips, and rested his forehead against hers. “Yet they shall not ruin this night.” That’s when Elvira’s voice rang through his head and he looked down to the girl. Aside from Bartholomew, and the darling little girl he was forced to send off, she was his pride and joy. He loved all his children the same, but Elvira was always the one he preffered, the one he was proudest of in more ways than one. He had hoped she’d have managed to do something with her life other than eat, kill, drink, fuck, and ride that steed of hers, though he loved her all the same. Her words brought a bright smile to his face, and he nodded to his wife, his eyes meeting his daughter’s as he spoke. “Of course my little devil. I would be honored.” Holding his hand out to his daughter, he noticed Zeke approach them, and he smirked.

It wasn’t that he disliked the guy, no, quite the opposite. He just didn’t like how…friendly he was with women, and in particular, Elvira and Bess. He was a womanizer, and though it serves HIM well, Amos was not friendly with the idea of him dancing with his wife. He didn’t think the guy would disrespect him, but Amos was always more cautious than he should be. “It….is fine by me….” He looked to his wife as Elvira took his hand. “I’ll be with you once more, my Love. You shan’t wait long.” He winked and then led his daughter away to dance, taking her in his arms tightly, with all the love a father could offer. It was odd for him, embracing LOVE again. He’d always held it for his wife, and his children, yet…he never really experienced it since the day he married Bess and she birthed each of his children…yes…even Juliette. He had to figure out a way to get her free of Agares, yet for now, he would focus on the daughter he held in his arms, twirling her and guiding her with the music, the emotion and pure love ever so present in the moment they shared.

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August 22, 2013 05:24PM

(You just had to play that song, didn’t you? -sniffles-)

Elvira took the compliments of her mother and Ezekiel with a nod of her head, but what mattered to her the most in that moment, was the pleasant feeling of her father agreeing to her request. The music changes to something slow and pleasing as he lead her out to the floor.

It brought to her mind a time when she was little, probably no more than 4 or 5. She hadn’t been able to sleep and crept from her room in search of him. He always was the one she went to when she couldn’t sleep. She’d found him in the study, his mother in his arms as they were dancing to something playing on the phonograph. She must have made some sort of noise for her parents looked at her. Her mother wanted her to return to her room, but her father simply pulled her from the shadows into the light. “Let her be, Bess. She will need to learn this some day, and what better time than now with her own parents.” he had admonished. He directed Elvira to place her slippered feet upon his own and took her hands in his. With her standing on his feet, he lead her around the room in a dance all their own, making her giggle when he sang along with the music, making up his own words. She always cherished that moment.

As she thought of those times, she couldn’t repress the giggle, nor the tears forming in her eyes. She ducked her head, pressing against his shoulder before he could see her tears.

“I love you, Father.” Elvira whispered, unsure if he heard her over the music. She wanted to weep, she didn’t know why. Why was she feeling like her entire world was about to change?

Pressing a hand to her mouth to stifle her sobs, she pressed her forehead against his chest, nearly dislodging her mask.

Disco – River Marked.

27 Tuesday Aug 2013

Posted by charlottecarrendar in Disco.

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[RP] Disco/Bar

August 24, 2013 05:13AM

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In the morning its a normal peaceful bar, in the night its a disco.

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Re: [RP] Disco/Bar

August 26, 2013 04:54PM

Galtem was finally back to his homeland, it has been 100 years since last time he was here. Of course, he had to get away from this place again, especially when he had those problems on his relationship with Selene, and that he found out about Jennifer turning into somebody she wasn’t, he didn’t wanted her to ruin herself because of him, it was already enough having him all fucked up, she didn’t needed to get fucked up either. That’s why he went talk up with William, and tell him he would be gone, so it was better for him to take care of Jennifer right, and make sure she would stay on the right ways, not doing anything stupid.
Now he was back, and was going to change himself, well he hoped he could, he wasn’t here for cause trouble or bother anyone, he was just going to do his life, peacefully. Well not that peacefully, since he decided to own this new disco, he gave up on his lawyer life, and started everything from the zero, a new start, a new life. Now he just hoped everything would go as he wanted.
He parked his car outside, and whenever he got out of it, he made sure he locked it. Stepping inside the building, he noticed that there was some people already working, and there was some guys in there as well, since it was still early this was only like a simple bar, but once it was night, it was a disco, a good way to make quick money, for sure.

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He walked up to an empty seat, and just allowed himself to drop on it. He had sunglasses on, covering his eyes. Lets just say, he’s having somewhat of hangover, he drank a lot last night, because he couldn’t sleep, it seemed Jennifer invaded his mind, he knew very well coming back here, would bring memories, anyway.
“Lizzy, give me a glass of whiskey, please.”
He told her, as he used his finger to call her attention. Lizzy was one of his best workers here, she was a vampire, and he never had problems with her. Well, he already dated a vampire, so he didn’t had any kind of problem with their race. And Lizzy knows him since he tried to hook up with her best friend, River. God just thinking about it, was making him feel bad again. He hated being vulnerable.
Galtem was wearing some black t-shirt, with a black leather jacket, and dark jeans matching as well, he was basically all black. The only color that would catch your attention on him, would be the light blue of his eyes, which couldn’t be seen now due the sunglasses.

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Re: [RP] Disco/Bar

August 26, 2013 08:28PM

It seemed Lizzy was always working. She didn’t have a problem with it because work for her was like a party. Which was what she’d be doing anyway if she wasn’t working. The new owner was back in town and was throwing a huge party here tonight, so she was cleaning up and getting ready for it. And of course she was one of the only ones actually doing anything. It was sad really that she was one of the better workers here considering how she had the shortest attention span and spent the majority of the night finding the guy she wanted to go home with that night.
She looked up from wiping the counter as Galtem walked in. Lizzy had been there the night that Galtem and River had gotten freaky on the dance floor. This dance floor. It had been remodeled since then, but it was still the same place in her eyes. She had also been the first to get the text saying what they’d done. Lizzy felt like she and Galtem now had some kind of bond. But she realized looking at him just made her think of River which somehow still managed to affect her. This made her somewhat angry, but she simply raised her eyebrows. “Sure, boss,” she said somewhat playfully as she went to get him his whiskey. She brought it back to him and leaned against the counter as she often did when trying to seduce customers, though this time it was simply out of habit. There was no denying that Galtem was one sexy man and if River hadn’t gotten there first she definitely would have taken him home with her that night, saving River from a whole bunch of relationship problems with Lysander. But she had not gotten there first and now thoughts of River haunted her as she looked at him.

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“How have the last 100 years been treating you?” she asked, watching him intently, very curious. It had been a very long time since Galtem had been here but Lizzy was from the 1800s. 100 years was not a big deal to her. To Galtem however, who was still young in her eyes, he had spent longer time away from Derry, NH than he had lived here.

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August 26, 2013 08:37PM

The Disco Bar

There wasn’t much that didn’t escape Amelia’s attention at the coming and goings of folk in NH. Hell, she made it her business to know who lived, who died, who…went missing. She was like the eyes, ears and nose of the FBI special investigations unit. The last hundred years or so granted her a well versed knowledge of those that had been the real movers and shakers in town, and it didn’t slip under her radar, that there was a new owner at the local bar, which was now the latest night hot spot in town. Not normally one for these sorts of places, which she deemed purely as pick up joints for predators, she had discovered that Galtem had returned to NH and that his days as the high flying Lawyer were at an end, replaced by him being the bar owner. Never in a thousand years would she have picked him for such a vocation.

So after getting a tip off from one of the locals at the bar, Amelia jumped into her small hatchback, and tore on over to catch up with the man, she valued as probably her only male friend in existence. Still a loner, as she was all those years before, there was something about Galtem, she actually felt safe about. He wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, that was for sure, but he never had romantic designs on her, which is probably why she felt so at ease.

Pulling up in a vacant space in the parking lot, she turned off the engine and glanced across at the entrance. Yep, this was the place. The music thumping already and a steady crows lined up outside. This was going to be a terrific money spinner for Galtem, no matter which way you looked at it.

Strolling in the entrance, Amelia looked about the sea of faces and sure enough, there seated wearing his signature…all black, with sunglasses to boot, was Galtem. He looked….like shit. A light shrug of her shoulders, like she really had nothing to lose, Amelia wandered on up and came up behind him, to say in her nasally air;

“Of all the bars in all the world, you had to come into this one.” If he turned to look at her, she would be tilting her head, her trademark bangs and pony tails just like she had over a hundred years before. “Let me guess…you missed me so much, you decided to come back.” She was joking of course, but why be serious and she knew he might find the humor in it. Course, Lizzy was serving up, working the bar, and she was getting Galtem his drink, which had Amelia pipe up and ask; “Do you do those weird cocktails with the funky straws, and sexy names? If so…one pink nipple, thanks.”

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August 26, 2013 08:47PM

Galtem huffed out, as he removed his sunglasses, and placed it on the collar of his shirt. Placing his elbows over the table, he rubbed his hands against his face, as he was using his werewolf abilities to make the black marks around his eyes to disappear. Not enough of sleep, too much alcohol in his blood, and he still wouldn’t stop drinking, it was the only rescue he had anyway. Well, that’s why he was going throw this party tonight, so he could have some fun, but he wasn’t thinking on getting a girl this night, that will be troublesome, the lucky he has, he will soon find himself in a fight with some stupid husband, and he got enough of that. He’ll just drink, listen to the music and meet up with some friends. If he even could find some.

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When Lizzy gave her the glass, he wrapped his fingers around it, and brought it up to his lips, so he could take a sip from the whiskey, enjoying the way, the liquid would burn down into his throat. His eyes, stared into hers, like he was trying to look at her, it was on that moment she asked him how have the last 100years been treating him, well, that’s something easy to answer.
Placing the glass done, he rose his eyebrows a bit, before place his arms over the counter.
“Sometimes its better be off dead.”
He mumbled, as he stared down. His words made him remember about River, maybe later on, he will show up in the cemetery and give her some rose, which would be something rare from Galtem, he never showed up in cemeteries after the body getting buried, and he would never give flowers either. He saw no point on loving someone that was already dead, we should have showed our affection when they was awake. But maybe changing that part of him would help as well.
“It just sucks. Life is getting too troublesome.”
His life was and very, on the past 100years, he had been in drug dealing business, and now that he left it, they might still come after him, on wanting revenge, or just more money or his business. Then he had the Jennifer issue, god, so much stuff in his mind. With this all thoughts, he just took another sip from his whiskey.
While he was getting a bit distracted, he heard a familiar female voice, which made him quickly turn around and he saw Amelia. Finally! Somebody that he could really say that she was his friend.
“Amelia!”
He said with some hint of happiness in his tired lazily voice. When he heard talking about missing her so much, he winked at her, and poked her side.
“You know I always miss my goth creepy FBI friend.”
He told her with a smile. He always enjoyed his bond with her, she was the few he would never try flirt with, since he saw her most like a sister, but now he’s back, and for change himself, so he will try his best to not flirt with almost anybody.
His eyes watched Amelia ordering a drink, and he was about to take a sip from his whiskey, till he slightly chuckled with the drink she ordered.
“Oh god, nipple. Its too early to be pervert.”
He mumbled, shaking his head, as he rubbed his own forehead.

Re: [RP] Disco/Bar

August 26, 2013 09:00PM

The Disco Bar

Amelia beamed when Galtem showed such a reaction to her sneaking up behind him and rolling out some old line. He did remember her and…he even joked about missing his goth FBI creepy friend. “Shucks, you always were the one with the high praise compliments. Must have been all those years as a lawyer huh? Mister Silver Tongue.” They were an odd pair, more like siblings, even if she did date Lysander all those years ago, which was water long since gone under the bridge. The sly wink and friendly poke in the sides, was enough to have her fake being mortally wounded, then round up and laugh, taking a seat at the bar, and fiddling with the bar coaster. It was a rarity to have her be so…outgoing, but that was simply cause Galtem understood her and their was no misconceptions about their friendship.

Amelia noticed he was drinking whiskey, and she perked a well shaped brow. “How many of those have you had, Galtem? No no…better question.” She held up her hand and asked slyly “How many fingers am I holding up?” Amelia shot a side ways glance at Lizzy and winked, wondering if Galtem would figure out the trick.

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August 26, 2013 09:12PM

“I’ll drink to that.” Lizzy’s eyes flashed. It was funny to her since she indeed was dead. She didn’t know how much better it was, but she knew what Galtem had actually meant. “Then why’d you come back?” she asked him. It wasn’t a rude question. She was genuinely curious on why he was here. Nothing but trouble followed Galtem. Or possibly he took it with him everywhere he went. But she wanted to know why he was back, one hundred years later. She didn’t think it was to see his brother or any old friends, but she supposed she could be wrong about him. Working at a bar Lizzy found out a lot of things. Especially things like who was in a relationship with who. If he was expecting a certain blonde werewolf to be single, then he would be disappointed. But, again, she did not think that it was any specific person that he was here for. If Galtem was back for a specific reason, it was something for him. Her question did not get answered, though, because someone walked in the bar and greeted Galtem. So many faces to remind her of her dead best friend today. She went to work on her drink and listened to them talk for a bit before bringing the drink and setting it in front of her. She returned the smile because Amelia’s was so contagious, but she still felt uneasy around her. Amelia was Melinda’s sister and since the funeral, Lizzy had had no reason to even pretend to tolerate Melinda. But even though Amelia was a witch, she seemed a lot nicer than the others so Lizzy was able to be civil.

The Willow – Rosas Spinis.

27 Tuesday Aug 2013

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{RP} The Willow

August 22, 2013 09:29AM

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Across the lake in the forest and behind the canopy of a mysterious willow tree lies the enchanted world of the Fae realm. State at the beginning of every post where in the realm you are.

Hidden in the largest of Willows is the castle and home to the McCabre family and their court. State at the beginning of every post where in the castle you are.

Queen: Ceara McCabre- CharlotteCarrendar
King: Dillon McCabre-
Prince: Keagan McCabre- EricHeymour
Princess(s): Diedre McCabre- LadyBelz
Fiona McCabre- xOEsmeOx

Ladies: Wynona Mistle- SalemWarrick

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Re: {RP} The Willow

August 23, 2013 04:28PM

The Mistle’s Willow – Wynona’s room – Third “Floor”

Wynona was engaged in begrudgingly allowing the maids to fuss over her. She’d been long over due for a hair cut, and the maids took it upon themselves to also completely dress her up for the day. It really wasn’t anything all that special – they were going to take Garner outside their tree for the first time ever. She didn’t know why they needed to be dressed up as if they were going to a somewhat informal ball, but she didn’t care much to ask.

Her thoughts kept trailing back to the next time Eric would be free to leave, and after a few minutes the thought stuck and she couldn’t get it away again. Maybe she would try leaving the kingdom this time? No, that would only lead to her being late to something. (It had happened once before – she’d been about to dive into the lake when she heard some castle guards talking about her parents requesting a search party for her.) She probably wouldn’t have any luck finding a family in the kingdom. She’d have to wait until Saunders was old enough to get some fussing over in the duties of the nobility area. Then she could come and go as she pleased.

Another thought invaded her swirling thoughts of Eric – the McCabres. God only knows when the dinner her mother told her about would be. She hoped it wasn’t going to be soon. The last dinner between the two families had been when she was about eight, and apparently she had offended Prince Keagan to the point that he still held a distaste for their family. She’d come so close to meeting his gaze as Eric several times – too close. She knew he probably wouldn’t recognize her, but her heart nearly stopped every time. It happened with all of the royal family, and the other noble families. She feared that one day someone would tell her mother and Eric would be banished forever.

That day would be a truly sorrowful one.

Re: {RP} The Willow

August 24, 2013 07:51PM

Forest Gardens- Outskirts of The Willow

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Fiona stood near the small pond in the forest garden, watching the natural current push the lily pads around. She had one arm raised against the tree to steady herself, her green eyes watching small fish dart between the ripples. Smiling faintly, she enjoyed the way the breeze fanned her hair out as though she were underwater or floating. Her ivy green dress brought out the sparkle in her green eyes, though it blended in with the forest floor and gave her the appearance of a tree nymph. She kept her hair long and flowing, shocking red waves falling around her. It made her pale skin seem to have a natural glow.

It was no secret she often slipped out of the castle to find solace here, but she hoped her mother or sister wouldn’t be disturbing her. Diedre was most likely up to no good and her mother would surely want her to practice dancing. Though they did not merit an invitation to the ball, Ceara wanted the girls up to date on the latest dances so that if they weren’t “forgotten” for the next ball, their daughters would surely find new suitors. With a sigh, Fiona crossed her arms and leaned her back against the tree. It sure was hard to please her mother. With a soft sigh, she allowed thoughts of her mother to fade and instead focused on the day ahead. Surely something exciting would happen?

Re: {RP} The Willow

August 25, 2013 08:10AM

Forest Gardens- Outskirts of The Willow

“You forgot to say goodbye Dearest.” The voice was soft, calm, smooth, and suave. Matter of Fact, it was everything the most suave of the suave ever dreamed of speaking. women melted at it’s sound, and yet the man behind the voice hardly used it as such. He had too many morals. The sun shone brightly on the waters through the only opening in the area, and this was the spot he came from as he spoke. The light reflected off his perfect blonde curls perfectly. His bright blue eyes holding his sister intently as she relaxed. He was one of the only people to know of this place. Mainly because they had originally found it together.

“I cannot tell you how hurt I was to wake from my slumber and find out you left without me. My heart just…crumbled into ash!” Keagan exagerated his voice extensively. Yes, he was being sarcastic, yet again. “It was horribly dreadful…” Silence then fell as he allowed his sister to take him seriously. She was an intelligent person, but she was often easy to fool with sarcasm. It was always a surprise to him that she hadn’t been used to his witty tongue by now. As he stepped to the water’s edge, he inhaled and lifted his hands. The water in his path towards his sister then split in half, revealing it’s soggy bed of dirt. Stepping through, he allowed it to continue it’s path when he was through.

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August 25, 2013 12:29PM

Forest Gardens- Outskirts of The Willow

Fiona looked over her shoulder, a frown tugging at her lips as her heart began to beat faster. Her brother had scared her, but she quickly sobered up when she heard his words. Swiveling around completely, she stepped towards him with both hands to her heart “Oh Keagan, I’m so very sorry…I just had to get away from mother. If I knew you wanted to have tagged along, I surely would have awakened you.” Smiling girlishly, her eyes soon danced playfully. “It’s hardly polite to wake someone from a deep sleep, though, wouldn’t you say?” She looked into his blue eyes and found her troubles slipping away. Keagan always seemed to lighten her mood when she was around, and that was why she treasure her brother so.

Looking down at the river as he lifted his hands, her smile grew more and she clasped her hands together in front of her.“Keagan, you are so very talented…” She could see the fish swimming away from the dirt, almost as though they were now behind a glass. When the water continued to flow once more, her green eyes locked on his blue hues as she teased “Are you shirking your duties again? I can’t imagine mother or father will be very pleased…” The wind whipped her hair around her again, and her hands flew up to try and press it back down as she let out a gleeful laugh.

Re: {RP} The Willow

August 26, 2013 07:25PM

Throne Room – The Willow

Where would one find a Queen at this time of day within the Willow of the Fae Kingdom? Why she was in the Throne room, with many of the court’s ladies and lords all in attendance. Dressed in a fine red floor length gown, and with a spray of feathers that went up and behind her head, in a halo like effect, she gazed down upon all her subjects with a dissatisfied air.

“Lord Chamberlain? Where…are my children?”

The Lord Chamberlain, a rotund man with a bulbous red nose side stepped out from behind a curtain, wearing a golden suit, and a white powdered wig. He searched his parchment rolls and fussed, stammering as he could not give her an answer. The Queen’s well shaped brow went up sharply and you could hear the odd cough coming from the gathered courtiers.

“Well?” The Queen said, now getting impatient.

“Your Majesty…err…they seem to be off enjoying this wonderful day.” The Lord Chamberlain said with a flourish of his hands, his parchment rolls spilling to the floor at his feet. The Queen’s face became darkened, and she rose from her throne. Stepping up to the edge of the throne platform she let her eyes be cast across all those before her, that bowed in reverence.

“Bah…Lords and Ladies, of the court…you may dance. Hmmph.” The music started as the Queen strolled from the platform with two hand maidens running after her. The Lord Chamberlain frowned and did so wonder where the young Royals were at. The Queen was….not amused.

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The Bianchi Family Manor (10) – Rosas Spinis.

26 Monday Aug 2013

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The Bianchi Family Manor (10) – Rosas Spinis.

Re: {RP} The Bianchi Family Manor

August 22, 2013 07:37AM

Doctor Bianchi’s Office

Josephine looked over when she heard the doctor picking up his mess. Walking over, she crouched down and began to help, a look of distraction covering her face. She said nothing as she helped, her mind lost in thoughts of the ballet and the tragedies that seemed to be sweeping through the manor. As she thought of them, she began wishing that she had listened to her father and just stayed. Jo would have lost out on the audition, but at least she would be safe.

Straightening up, she smoothed her dress down and looked up in time to see Johnathon stand before her. She was still silent as she listened, her eyes searching his as he spoke. He then asked her to take it away. Looking at the ground, Jo didn’t bother questioning his decision. It was his to make, and whenever she offered to heal people, she knew they often did not make the decision lightly. Flicking her soft blue eyes up to her father’s old friend, there was a foreign feeling tugging at her heart. It only intensified as he lifted her hand and placed it on his chest, but she brushed it off. He needed her help.

Sighing, Jo averted her eyes from his gaze to stare around his office distractedly again. Whenever she wiped painful memories and emotions away, it always took a toll on her. A piece of her soul and even years off her life were taken every time she did so. She knew she would do it for Johnathon though. There was no hesitance in that respect. Slowly returning her gaze to the doctor’s, she nodded and drew him in for an embrace. As her arms wrapped around him tightly, her cheek rested against his chest and her eyes closed.

A glow began to surround them, a quiet hum emanated from her that was audible to the ear. Jo began to sigh as she felt her healing aura caress over Johnathon, her fingers caressing up and down his back as she waited for the inevitable. She used her mind to probe around Johnathon’s, seeking only the memories and pain affiliated with Saffron. As she found what she was looking for, an excruciating pain set her nerves aflame. All the grief, pain, and guilt flooded over Josephine like molten lava, her jaw clenching as she fought the urge to cry out. As her aura began to purge the feelings, her body shook in the doctor’s arms. Still, she said nothing as she felt a piece of her soul and life being ripped from her body, though it was evident that she was experiencing life-altering pain as she fell against Johnathon’s chest.

When it was over, she let out a gasp. Her aura began to fade and she was trembling in his arms. A slight sheen of sweat coated her face as she twisted out of the embrace. Her shoulders shook as she wrapped her arms around herself. She didn’t turn to look at Johnathon but whispered hoarsely “It is done.”

It was at this unfortunate moment that Lydia returned to the office, concern soon etching on her face as she saw Josephine. Pulling the young woman into her arms, no words were exchanged as the shifter silently acknowledged what the half-angel did. Looking at Johnathon over Jo’s shoulder, she smiled gently to the doctor. All would soon be well in the Bianchi Manor. Pulling away from Jo, she looked down at her with a tender smile “Come, Ms. Bianchi has something she would like to show you.” Jo nodded as her body looked pale, the very image of death before she smiled at Lydia. Lydia’s warm nature brought a faint rosy color back to her cheeks, a sign of life once more. Nodding weakly, she then let Lydia lead her out of the office without a look back.

Re: {RP} The Bianchi Family Manor

August 22, 2013 07:55AM

Doctor Bianchi’s Office

To each of us, we reach a point where we cannot fight the darkness alone. Johnathon had hit the rock bottom, and could no longer see the light, which for an angel himself, was a tragedy. He had suffered all the emotions that went with the grieving process, but it seemed to build into such a state, that it had affected his ability to function; to think coherently. When he asked Josephine to help him, he was in dire need. He simply couldn’t go on like that anymore, not with the waves of responsibility that he knew he had to take care of. Even the most powerful of angels has a weakness. Josephine, acted in the way that would have made her mother proud. Johnathon knew the sacrifice she was making in taking the pain away, but she was the only light he could find at that moment in time.

The embrace, which had wrapped both in the angelic aura, seeped inside of his being, and found its way into his heart and mind. In effect, cleansing him of the dark tides, and erasing the damage that had been done through his sorrow. As Josephine gasped from the pain, Johnathon tilted his head back, and opened his mouth. A fine mist of blackness started to emerge, like small black dots, that danced around his head. Like death itself was being weeded out of his body. Poor Josephine suffered for Johnathon’s ailment. He looked down at her, her quivering form, the line of sweat beads on her forehead. Johnathon held her in his arms for a moment, and kissed the top of her head gently, whispering. “Thank you, Jo.” He was indeed thankful. Free at last from his torment. It was like someone had thrown open a window in his mind, and the light flooded in. Joyous, and he found himself smiling once again. As Lydia entered and offered to take Josephine from the office to show her something important, Johnathon released the girl slowly and then leaned back against his desk. He appeared to be a few years younger, and even some of his grey hair had receded.

Life in the Bianchi household, was about to return to normal.

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Re: {RP} The Bianchi Family Manor

August 25, 2013 07:39PM

Genevieve’s Private Gallery- Attic

Genevieve leaned against her easel as she stared at the giant picture of her mother, very impressed with her hard work. Though she acted unaffected by her mother’s death in front of her father, she was indeed deeply disturbed by the thought of being the only female Bianchi in the house. Her brother was a swooning puppy over Sam, her father was forever thrown into work, and she herself was always gone traveling. That would have to change as it seemed she was no lady of the house. Though she could trust the maids to keep her father in check, Genny took it upon herself to get her mother’s things in order. With a dramatic sigh, she tilted her head and tapped her chin with a paintbrush.

She didn’t hear as Lydia ushered Josephine in, Lydia placing a finger to her lips to tell Jo to be reverently silent as the Bianchi daughter painted. Josephine nodded and offered a weak smile in response to Lydia as the shifter soon then disappeared. Turning around to look at the paintings silently, she said nothing as she was lost in her own thoughts. She had realized then and there when she was offering her healing comfort to Johnathon that there were stirrings of feelings she ought not to have. He was older, for one, and was her father’s closest friend. Such a relationship couldn’t be. Jo felt so sure he felt nothing towards her, and to act impulsively would only ruin her.

It was while Jo was lost in complete thought that Genny finally turned around and stared in surprise before smiling. “Oh, hello there Jo. Didn’t realize you would be up so soon.” Tilting her head, she frowned. “You did it again.”

Jo was nearly faint and had to lean against the easel as she whispered “I had to. It was your father. He isn’t as strong as you, Genny. He has to move on quickly.”

The Bianchi daughter frowned more and crossed her arms with the paintbrush still in hand. “Don’t try to pass it off like that. I know you think you love him, and you need to stop.” As Jo looked up to argue, Genny raised her hand. “We have been best friends for years. I can see right through your calligraphy. My father…I don’t think he is capable of loving you. I am sorry.” The conversation was short and succinct, just how Genny liked it. Turning her back on Jo, she continued painting as Jo stared ahead of her. Genny was right, and she was once more lost in her thoughts of Johnathon and her upcoming ballet.