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Post by Rogue Flesche on Mar 22, 2005 15:58:55 GMT -5
What... What? Rogue's brows furrowed together as her lids parted from one another, lifting that her eyes might see. Her surroundings were quite different from what they were a moment ago, it seemed. Her head shifted upright and her hands moved from her lap to press against the ground at her sides. This isnt... Rogue's thoughts left off as she pushed herself forward, struggling to stand upon her feet. While she stood erect, she froze, almost instantly having realized something peculiar... There was nothing in sight. There was no sound. There was no smell. In fact, Rogue hardly knew she was standing, for there was no sense of touch, either.
Rogue... A loud low voice boomed. It seemed to come from nowhere, and yet, it also sounded as though it came from everywhere. The frail creature trembled faintly, both in her weakness and in such surprise. Her name was repeated again and again before it was clear to her that it was near impossible to find where to direct her voice. You hear me? questioned the still standing Rogue. Yes, Rogue. I can hear you. I have always heard you.
It was then that Rogue began to realize where she must be. Her heart, what heart was left, grew heavy within her chest. Is it time? Rogue feared death no more than life, but was unaware of what had brought her to this place. She'd been near death for so long, but like any other, she wasn't ready.
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Post by Rogue Flesche on Mar 23, 2005 16:43:31 GMT -5
Rogue waited what seemed like many hours to her for some other kind of communication with this great voice. But time had not passed, and instead it seemed to stand still where Rogue had previously been. Not even a droplet of water could have fallen from the skies to touch the ground in this matter of time. The frail woman waited, though, almost certain that the voice was what she'd come for, and would be the only way that she could leave.
There were quite a few, not just Rogue, who were uneducated on the Elysium Plane. This place, like many other places spirits gather in the life after death, seemed rather empty. But only to the eyes of the confused Rogue. Beings had manifested themselves round and about her, interested in the new soul that had come. But what had sparked their interests even more so, was that she did not glow with the light of the Elysium Plane. Nor did she possess the qualities of a dead spirit. Something was indeed wrong, very wrong, about all of this. Rogue knew this fact as well.
"I heard you before. Why can't I hear you now? Why--"
Rogue's eyes burst wide open nearly bubbling out from her head. Her mouth gaped wide and shrill gasps emitted from her as she grabbed onto life. Her body convulsed and her yellowed fingernails clenched tightly into the dust-covered wood flooring on either side of her. What game was this that death had played with her? Droplets of rain began to gently beat upon the window pane of her darkened room where she had remained for weeks without movement. Rogue knew she had returned when the sound entered her ears once again.
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Post by Valcrist Rocheim on Mar 23, 2005 19:46:10 GMT -5
The door opened, for a second, nothing shined through. A sliver of light that showed through the crack below the door was stamped with the shadows of two feet as the door slowly swung open. Valcrist's hands slide across the wooden door, resting on the knob he waited in the frame, settling his sapphire eyes on Rogue. His lips parted allowing a glimpse of his fangs which pushed gently against his lower lip. His eyes wandering over her helpless body as she shrieked, scratching at the shredded paper trails of life like a helpless fledgeling. His brows furrowed in disdain at seeing this pure, beautiful, and young vampire in such a ravenous state.
"What's this I see...?" he uttered clearly in his characteristicly deep and lulling voice. He used a single hand to wipe the thin strands of hair from his face in an upward motion, sifting it in with the rest of the blackened grey mass. His other hand instinctively groped at a vial of blood fastened in his third belt. He removed it, approaching his young friend.
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Post by Rogue Flesche on Mar 25, 2005 10:21:42 GMT -5
Rogue trembled in her place, both disappointed and grateful to be back in her darkened room where she felt safe. Over time, Rogue had developed a touch of agoraphobia, hating public areas as much as she hated the people that consumed them. She heard the man entering her room, but refused to lift her sights toward him. No one voluntarily came so close to Rogue, despite her streaks of not eating. It was the voice that brought her to lift her head. As the previous deep voice had made her realize she was dead, this deep dark voice made her realize she was indeed alive.
While Rogue's head turned upward slowly taking in the man as a whole, her fingers loosened their deathly grip into the floorboards. If she could have, she would have screamed at the sight of who'd come to visit her. Instead, only her eyes screamed, wide and yellowy green they were. Her head was braced back against the small bed, and her thin legs remained sprawled out straight before her as a pety bridge to cross before further stepping into the room. Her fingertips curled in toward her palm nearly piercing her own skin as she stared up to him completely stupefied.
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Post by Valcrist Rocheim on Mar 25, 2005 13:34:30 GMT -5
As he stepped forward ackwardly to avoid trampling her legs, he widened his stance as if to straddle her legs. He then kneeled, placing his knees on the floor uncapping the vial and offering it gently to her famished lips, waiting for them to open. Thin strands of hair whisped over his forehead as he crouched forward humbly.
"Do not be frightened, my love... i come to give you back what life has been faltering in the void for so long." His lips barely parted to speak although his voice was clearly audible.
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Post by Rogue Flesche on Mar 28, 2005 15:16:56 GMT -5
Rogue's head turned away, voluntarily keeping herself from drinking. Though the sweet scent was ever so alluring, Rogue only closed her eyes meaning to collect her strength to withhold. Funny, she thought it was, though. Although she would beg to return to life, she hardly cared to partake of what would give her life. Her eyes had opened again, and though the whites had turned to yellow both with illness and her inner craving, the green centers pleaded up to Valcrist. As she gazed upon him, she felt something else stir within her. He's so strong... his lips... his blood... Rogue's thoughts were as slow as she, both weak and distraught.
"Why?" asked Rogue, dismissing her hungering thoughts. Why had he come? Why would he help her? Why should she drink? Her lips were pale and cracked from dehydration, and her tongue could barely pry itself from the roof of her mouth. Time, it seemed, had taken its toll on her.
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Post by Valcrist Rocheim on Mar 28, 2005 19:58:24 GMT -5
Valcrist gazed back down into her green eyes with the kind of understanding only a Kindred could offer. The immortal soul she had been granted exceeded, in his eyes, the common beautious grandeur possessed by any other immortal. The elder vampire's wisdom grasped (or at least he had imagined) that early guilt involved with the drinking of sweet, vermillion sustenence which was contained in that glass vial. Not unlike some old vampires, he was compelled to preserve the dark yet beautiful creature lying under him.
He placed a finger over the opening in the container while he turned it upside down, applying a little to the tip of his flesh. He returned the vial to his free hand, lowering his other to her lips, smearing the blood upon her lips. He leaned back a little, observing while holding the full vial close to her chin.
"Why...?" his perplexed voice shook at what might've been had he not heard her desperate hands slap the floor.
"Because I see the ever-weeping tinge of the night slumped behind your hunger-laden eyes." His voice poured over flawless teeth.
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Post by Rogue Flesche on Mar 29, 2005 15:43:50 GMT -5
Rogue's eyes had once again fallen shut. His voice rang sweetly within her ears, and the blood over her lips sent a warm sensation throughout her body. As it barely dribbled down onto her tongue, her chest heaved upward pushing her shoulders back against the dusty bed. How desirable was the undesired.
She stayed there only a moment longer before she could lift her head from dipping backward. The muscles in her face had tightened as her blood colored lips stretched wide into a psuedo smile. Her bright green eyes had opened and met with Valcrist's, seeing her worn self within their reflection. Despite her disabled looking body, she felt almost as though she were a vampire again. Reborn.
"Please..." her voice had cracked. She had brought her right hand up from its place and her long chipped nails stroked gently along Valcrist's hand before tapping against the blood-filled vial. Her thurst had overwhelmed her, and she once again hungered. How long it had been since she'd supped the blood of some creature, and oh how she longed to do it again.
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Post by Valcrist Rocheim on Mar 29, 2005 18:35:44 GMT -5
Hearing her plead for the vial, he wanted nothing more than to quench that insatiable thirst. Unwavering from her touch, he simply learned forward to gently make contact with the glass vial and her mouth. He tilted the container until the contents spilled over her lips steadily, but not too quickly. Valcrist knew better than most anything not to spoil a thirsty vampire with the exquisate taste of virgin's blood.
His facade seemed to respond to her smile inwardly. The communication between these two vampires worked in likeness of all fond Kindred. He locked his colour-varying eyes with hers as the blood sent her into a long-awaited bliss.
"Shhh..." He lulled.
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Post by Rogue Flesche on Apr 6, 2005 9:28:16 GMT -5
A soft purring, much like that of a nursing kitten could almost be heard from Rogue's neck and chest. She supped rather greedily at the warm liquid that ran over her tongue. Steadily, the bright hues of her eyes had returned, as well as some strength within her body, which she began to move. Her thin arms, the both of them, had lifted to feel the vial that held the drink that had returned her life. She stroked it as if it were a living thing, loving the smooth texture against her fingertips. Even her fangs, though slightly yellowed without cleaning, began to bear themselves gently pressing along her bottom lip guiding the sweet fluid in carefully.
Rogue's green eyes never turned away from Valcrist's, watching him almost as though she didnt quite trust him. Surely, she must've, though. To have allowed someone as strong as he so close in her weakest hour would've been sheer insanity if not for the strong barrior of trust that she had gained in him over the many years.
It became apparent, as she carefully drank from the vial, that she was no longer near death's table. Shame, she thought. I'll be sending someone there for me soon, then. Surely, all of this couldnt have been a coincidence.
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Post by Valcrist Rocheim on Apr 6, 2005 18:34:47 GMT -5
He watched her drink heavily under the vial. His finger slipped across her bottom lip, wiping a spot of blood away with his thumb. The thick vermillion liquid drained steadily from the container as she took mighty sips.
For the first time, he began to wonder how she got here.... what had happened?
"That's it, love... easy" He coached her. Valcrist's eyes peered back into hers.
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Post by Rogue Flesche on Apr 7, 2005 15:04:03 GMT -5
Rogue's head had lifted moving forward getting a last lick of her tongue against the mouth of the vial as Valcrist began to remove it. Her lips and tongue had both turned a darker red, lightly coated with blood and filled with life, the color they were meant to be. Her hands lowered as well, settling against her thighs as she slowly raked her nails against herself, secretly proud that she once again could feel, inside and out.
"I want... to thank you," whispered Rogue. Her voice was low and warm, emitting a more gentle side of her in comparison to how she'd expressed herself the past years, mostly alone. Her mind hardly wandered back to how she used to be, back when she had vampires as companions, and lived with true darkness. It was the lack thereof that had brought her to lock herself away hoping to lose herself in her own darkness. But now that Valcrist had come, she was saved.
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