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Post by ;Helenaxx on Apr 15, 2009 15:52:39 GMT -5
status: open But you think that I can't see
What kind of man that you are
If you're a man at all
Well I will figure this one out
On my own
(I'm screaming "I love you so")
On my own
(My thoughts you can't decode)
The sun was falling over the horizon, washing the world in hues of sunkiss orange, pink, lavender and periwinkle. The smell of daisies lingered in the air, mixed with gasoline and perfume. Tonight her attire consisted of tight black pants, a white ruffled shirt with a laced corset that matched her hair. A ruby pendant hung between her brest. Her knee-high boots clicked against the concrete as she floated through the streets. People stopped and stared at her; women with envious eyes and men with appreciative ones. Pfft. As if.
Helena continued to amble her way through the bust of humans, each hurrying to get home or to look for a sale. Her golden orbs sparkled amusingly. She's had years of collecting money and could care less about the sales that still seemed to rip you off. A low sigh escaped her plump lips. This was completely boring her. Sometimes she wished she could stop her heel into their throats and taste the warm nectar... No. Helena stopped abruptly. She had vowed to never, willingly, take an innocent life again. She shuddered as memories of her early 'life' came pouring through the filter of her mind. "Dammit," She muttered before disappearing in a dark alley.
Helena noticed that the scent of decay and desperate living dissipated into sex and panic. She heard a young girls frantic pants and pleas to stop along with a male's soothing moans telling her to be quiet. With a flick of the hand, a burst of fire vaporized beside them and her honey-silk voice cut through the cries of shock. "You'd better leave," The man looked at the fire to Helena, then back to the fire. He threw the young girl down and ran off. Pithy humans, she thought before kneeling next to the crying girl. She was in her early teens, perhaps fourteen or fifteen, and black tears rolled down her red cheeks and her breaths came in heavy sobs. "Go on now, leave," The girl looked up at her, and Helena could smell the blood rushing through her veins, feel the heat emanating from her neck. Just one bite, one small bite... Suddenly, the girl got up and ran. Only then did she notice that her mouth was open and she had been leaning forward. "Bloody hell!" She cried and shot up. Her posture now was rigid and stiff. She leaned against the brick wall and closed her eyes, trying to regain some of her self-control. So involved in her meditation, she didn't notice a pair of silent footsteps strolling toward her...
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Ooh, there is something
I see in you
It might kill me
I want it to be true
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Post by Amarante on May 20, 2009 9:31:22 GMT -5
A milky parasol, with snow white lace, was being twirled so fast that it gave the illusion of a frosty cloud above the head of the elegant child. She was dressed rather gaudily for the twenty-first century, with her white frock, stockings, lace hem and ribbons to hold her bodice to her body. She didn't bother with a bonnet since she had the parasol, and her golden curls hung free, springing joyfully with each of her bouncy steps. Her victorian styled boots had the smallest of heels on them and they made the most adorable clicking sound as she walked; almost like a kitten swatting at a door. However, she did not receive one glance along her afternoon walk. For the pure, sparkling child in white was parading down the dark, crusty alleyways of the town.
For her there was no danger. Not from the monster called man, who preyed upon sweet children like her. In fact she almost hoped someone tried to take advantage of her so that she could break their neck. Though... on the other hand, that would mean dirtying her gloves....
The only danger was someone noticing the child too much. Seeing her as someone too different. The passion fire of the afternoon sky was burning its brightest in hues of all shades, from red to mauve. In the shadows and under her parasol she should be protected enough, though one could never be to careful.
Heidi was just having to hop over an overturned garbage can when she heard what sounded like a terrified heart. It was beating loudly and off beat. Anxiously. Then came the sound of human, male, footsteps as they pounded on the uneven gravel ground. She looked down to the end of the ally, even in the darkness she saw a man stumbling in fear as he scurried from whatever had frightened him. She raised her head, and daintily sniffed the air. Along with the drudge of the ally was a bitter, sweet, icy smell. The smell of a vampire. Heidi followed the scent. Its more personal traits told her it was someone she knew.
She had turned the last bend just in time to see the disheveled girl dart from the vampire leaning over her. Add in the scruffy, cockroach man and the way the vampire seemed more mad at trying to hurt the girl then having her prey get away, and Heidi knew exactly what had happened.
She burst into a tinkling, wind-chime, baby voiced laugh.
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Post by ;Helenaxx on May 28, 2009 7:28:36 GMT -5
I can feel the night beginning.
Separate me from the living.
Understanding me,
After all I've seen.
Piecing every thought together,
Find the words to make me better.
If I only knew how to pull myself apart.
In her agony, a mocking and frightening giggle sounded from the opening of the alley. Helena's head jerked up and her emerald eyes caught sight of a small child dressed in white lace. A parasol on top of her golden locks spilling lusciously over her shoulders. This, of course, was no ordinary child. "Damn you, Heidi," Her velvet voice was hard and pissed. She flipped her crimson mane and placed one hand on her hip. Heidi was so much smaller than she, and younger, but youth brings strength. Frankly, Helena's never seen Heidi spar, so her skills remain a mystery. Which makes her a threat to others.
"What are you doing here anyways?" She was going to mention Craven, but rather liked having her throat. You never know when she'll snap. It takes almost fifty years for some vamps to mature from their newborn stage...
[/color] I believe that dreams are sacred.
Take my darkest fears and play them
Like a lullaby,
Like a reason why,
Like a play of my obsessions,
Make me understand the lesson,
So I'll find myself,
So I won't be lost again.
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Post by Amarante on Jun 4, 2009 9:28:45 GMT -5
"Helena, you try so hard to be good; your already a saint. It is alright if you indulge a little every decade or so." Heidi felt like the devil himself, tempting an angel into the dark. Though, it was times like these that she didn't like the fiery maiden. Craven always tried so hard though he still fell to his thirst. It hurt him, that others could conquer it so easily. If perhaps Helena could slip up once then perhaps he could feel better. Craven.... Heidi sighed. She had lost him, to that mortal. He was happier now, but she hardly saw him.
She was pulled from her moping with a second question. "Can't I go for a walk. After all it is such a nice day," she replied with her most innocent face. It wasn't a lie, but the reason she had gone for the walk in the first place was to drive away the boredom. She usually strolled the mountains and meadows, so the town was a new change and perhaps why Helena was asking. Walks for Heidi weren't uncommon though ones in town were.
Actually, Heidi was happy to run into the amazonian like women. Not her first choice in company. She preferred Berns, and Craven above that, though she did not dislike the other female member of the coven. It was just jealousy. Not that the little vampiress would ever admit it. Helena had such a feminine body, and Heidi never would. If Helena had wanted to, she could have probably seduced Craven. She could win the man she wanted.... It seemed to Heidi that she could get whatever she wanted for herself. Somethings, Heidi had to depend on others for.
"And how is your walk going? Why did your feet lead you here?"
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Post by ;Helenaxx on Jul 10, 2009 8:19:15 GMT -5
Always forgive,
never forget
Its just like me to pretend
and give into her every need
showing no signs of defeat
Thirsting for you,
Thirsting for the tears you cry
Waiting for you,
Waiting for your pleading cries
With a sigh, the vampiress leaned against the brick wall, gazing intently at the small vamp. She was so young and innocent, who'd of thought she could be a monster? Well looks can be decieving. Helena took in Heidi's beautiful golden locks and golden eyes. Frankly, though she herself would never admit it, she was jealous of the young vampiress. Her innocence was brilliant and elegant in its own way. Helena knew that she'd always be the beautiful bad ass.
"Perhaps, but you know how much I dislike harming others," which is true, to a point. Helena dispised hurting humans for her own selfish needs, but never hesitated to rip her claws into a werewolf's or another vamp's throats. A faint smile touched her lips, curling them at the edges. She knew, as most probably did, the source of Heidi's happiness. But she could see deeper than that. It was almost as if Heidi hated herself for being stuck in a young body. Helena almost felt bad for her. Almost.
A slow sigh escaped her plump lips. Heidi wasn't known around town, and that was probably better seeing as how she dressed herself. Rumours will be abound by morning. Another thing that bothered Helena was Craven. I mean, come on! He's a vampire, just like the rest. So why was everyone swooning over him? Craven this, Craven that. It was enough to make her sick.
"I was out for a midnight stroll when I came upon cattle one and cattle two here. I'm not a big fan of rape," the last statement was hardly a whisper, no doubt Heidi would hear it. Her emerald gaze penetrated the walls around them. They seemingly closed in on them, punishing her for nearly slipping. Helena licked her lips absent minded as she remembered the hot, fresh, sweet scent of the girl's blood. The sweat trickling over her skin, the tears pouring down her cheeks, the pulsing from her neck. So close, yet so far away. The sweet far thing...
Returning to reality, however real it may seem, Helena blinked once, twice and ran a shaking hand through her crimson mane. "I need a nice, big, juicy mountain lion," Lena turned and began trodding toward the streets. She stopped and turned halfway to look back at Heidi. "You coming?"
Skin so soft and pure white lace
Beauty takes control of you
Don't be blinded by her eyes
Don't be blinded its disguise
Shell suck every inch of life from deep inside of you.
Her burning passion for hate takes control of you
every inch of light from deep inside
my only regret lies in all the nights
spine removed from back,
faced down on the floor.
I offered her my heart,
but still she wanted more
Skin so soft
Beauty is only skin deep.
Pure white lace;
is enough to cut through,
exposing what's beneath
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Post by Amarante on Feb 18, 2010 10:00:27 GMT -5
Again with the tinkling laugh. Heidi raised her parasol, which she had let droop. "Absolutely. I wouldn't miss it for the world. Though, I'm actually craving some bear." And with that the little temptress click-clacked after the giantess.
Her chin tucked down so that the rim of her parasol hid her eyes and face. Though she probably wouldn't have gathered that much attention if she was alone. She and Helena were such opposites they clashed the scenery even more.
With silent chuckles, only her fellow coven-mate could probably hear, she made her through town.
++ Do you want to start posting in the mountains next?++
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