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Post by Jareth Devereux on Apr 20, 2007 3:23:11 GMT -1
Dominic frowned. This wasn't going to be good. She was human. Jareth had nothing to do with humans. They were not his lovers, they were only food. Cattle. His grip loosed on her arm and he tried to be gentle, but this wasn't going to be an easy night. Jareth was his master and if he got angry over this.... It wouldn't prove pleasent for the wolves. For his anger would be taken out on them. "Helena... Jareth's not going to be happy with this. He may not...want you anymore." He wasn't sure if she was some besmitten girl. So he didn't want to be too rough on her. Taking her hand, he led her out of the alley. "He's waiting for you, down by the bay. At least...he's waiting for a human." He wasn't even sure he knew that Helena was coming to him. He had sent Dominic after a human in pain and that was what he was bringing back.
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Post by Helena Contier on Apr 20, 2007 3:30:07 GMT -1
She fallowed him, refusing to speak what was really lurking in her mind, she knew that was a possibility, that she would be unwanted by one such as Jareth but she would take her chance with that. She removed her hand from his and pulled her arms around her shivering frame. Mortality. She hated it, hated the weakness, despised the ability to actually feel. She knew she had deserved this for her crime, her crime of wanting more of Jareth than a few nights in his bed. Some crime.
She emerged from the alley fallowing in Dominic's suit as she could already see the bay from where they were, it wasn't far from where she had fallen. "I know." She finally spoke, "I know. I thought of it the moment the council sealed my fate."
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Post by Jareth Devereux on Apr 21, 2007 22:54:26 GMT -1
Dominic was worried now. For one; he didn't want to be punished just because Jareth would be upset and two; he liked Helena. Still, it wouldn't be his descision on what happened to her now. They came down to the bay and Jareth stood with his back to them. There was no waiting for Helena as Dom stalked towards his master. "I've brought the human, Jareth. But there's a complication." He stated and came to stand before him. Jareth turned slowly. A black turtle neck adorned his upper torso. Black slacks covered the tops of dress shoes and he wore his wool, knee length coat. Brown eyes lost their pleased look as they settled on Helena. No more than a few seconds had passed and he struck out. The back of his hand struck Dominic with enough force that it knocked him off his feet. The lycanthrope hit the ground and glared up with a growl. He could taste the copperish taste of his own blood on his lips. "The council brought this fate upon her, not I." He commented and spat out some blood. Jareth never even glanced at him. "Leave us." He ordered and Dominic pushed himself up to his feet. With no further comment, he left the two of them in the sand. Jareth's eyes burned as he stared into her cool, blue pools. He didn't know what to say. What could he say? Taking a step foreward, he clasped his hands behind his back. Like a predator inspecting prey, he walked around her. "You reek of mortality. Even now I hear your beating heart, see the pulse beneath your flesh." He let his facial features slide into an expression of hate and sorrow.
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Post by Helena Contier on Apr 21, 2007 23:59:52 GMT -1
She saw his dark form, still standing out from the dark horizon; handsome and dark, her eyes full of fear even now. Dominic pressed forward, and she stayed in her little spot, afraid of Jareth’s reaction for she knew he would not be please in the least. His back was no longer turned to them, his brown orbs stayed on Dominic, until his strong hand came across the wolves face forcing him off his feet. Wincing she drew back a step momentarily, watching the wolf who stood at his masters order to leave them. It was then the fear struck her. And it hit her hard.
She watched him with careful eyes, weary eyes, showing every ounce of fear she contained. And already, she knew he knew, he didn’t have to be within 5 inches of her to realize it, he didn’t even have to be 5 feet in front of her to realize it. His heightened senses surely had picked it up, even when she was in the alley. She drew her hand up to feel her own pulse as she closed her eyes, she couldn’t look at him. She just couldn’t.
“Jareth.” She whispered, eyes still closed. “I’m sorry, but do as your hearts desire. I have no place with you or near you; dispose of me, leave me hear to wait for the rising sun, kill me…whatever you see fit. But do not take it out on Dominic or anyone else. It was the council, no one else.”
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Post by Jareth Devereux on Apr 22, 2007 0:22:18 GMT -1
He had been walking around to her other side, listening to her as she talking. Though not really listening. Anger started to flare up and his head snapped over to look at her.
"Do not order me around! I will punish who I want to, when I want to!" He took a few steps back and stared at her. How could they do this to her, to him? Jareth had been a well respected vampire for the last hundred years. He had his pack of wolves, weaker vampires under his command. And the one time something good, someone beautiful in more ways than one, enters his life, they rip it away. Letting his head hang down, he shook his head.
"I can not love a mortal, Mon amour foncé." He stated and his dark eyes held a pain that she had long since chased away. A pain from centuries of lost loves. But she had come to him. Pale, beautiful and immortal. Now all that was gone. "I can not, WILL not love you like this. With this thing you have become."
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Post by Helena Contier on Apr 22, 2007 0:53:55 GMT -1
She didn’t know what to wait for, whether it would be more yelling or something else, her eyes were still closed as there it came, that rising anger that she cherished to hear so much. She had never known what it was about him, maybe it was everything, but there was something about him that she could never let go of.
And then those words he spoke afterwards, made her newly beating heart beat faster, words momentarily stuck in her throat. His dark love? Cannot, will not love a mortal? Was that it, had he loved her? As what she was before, one of the undead? His words had made something snap, make her think of something she never would have thought she would have said before.
“What do you want me to do? Become one like you? Walk once more in shadow, feed off the living, to stay at your side?” She opened her eyes, staring at him with precise certainty. As she spoke it aloud, it sounded more and more desirable than ever before. Her eyes locked with his, seeing a pain she had never seen before. “I cannot stand mortality, the mere thought makes me disgusted, so I beg of you. Make me like you.”
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Post by Jareth Devereux on Apr 22, 2007 20:50:15 GMT -1
Jareth watched her as she ranted at him. But the only thing going through his head was the idea that he lost her. She'd been gone for so long and just now, when she came back to him again, she was now lost for forever. Dark eyes studied her, full of emptiness so that she couldn't see his pain. Then she asked of him the one thing he feared: For her to be like him. Suddenly his whole face changed into that dark beauty that people think of when they picture vampires.
"Really now." He took a step towards her and the look in his eyes alone was enough to either make her catch her breath or turn away. "Do you find us beautiful? Magical? The white skin, these fierce eyes." Then his voice took on a dark tone. "Do you have any idea of the thing you will become?!" He shouted and stood there, gazing down at his with a fire in his orbs and a frown on his face. He couldn't do that to her. Wouldn't do that. Jareth wasn't someone who enjoyed passing along the gift, in fact he rarely did so. Because so many new vampires perished these days. They coldn't handle the chill and lonely call of immortality. Having to sleep durning the day, loocked away in a wooden prison, only to rise and drink blood from people who had done nothing wrong.
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Post by Helena Contier on Apr 22, 2007 21:18:33 GMT -1
She just wanted to be with him, she just wanted to be at his side, was that so hard to ask? She kept her eyes to his watching his expressions, listening to the silence waiting for him to break it. She was poison before and now she was just undesirable to him. She hated it. "Just listen to me!" She snapped. All that he had said was true, and she had found him magical, beautiful, dark. "I find you incredibly magnificent, irresistible, dark, amazing! I do not care for what I will become because I have seen it all before! I have handled death as much as you! So listen to me for once!" She hated her own anger, knowing he would hate it just as much; he voice was lowered, tears on the corner of her beautiful, normally cold eyes, begun to form. "I hate what I have become, this thing that you are disgusted by, I hate it as much as you! So I give you one last plea, one last chance Jareth. Take me into your world, drink my blood, make me like you! Because if you do not then I will take my own life in order to escape, and my blood would then be on your majestic hands!" Her voice quivered, her defense made. She then raised her head, looking at him with the utmost confidence in her words she had spoken, a look in her eyes that showed him she was more than willing and she prayed her eyes could pierce through his dark fiery ones.
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Post by Jareth Devereux on Apr 23, 2007 1:37:55 GMT -1
Eyes watched her and he slowly let that dark beast start to disappear. It wasn't that he wanted to hurt her, which is why he hated that she asked this, it was that he couldn't allow her to do this to herself. She had no idea what she was asking of him. New vampires...they struggled so much. But he would be with her, every step of the way so why not give this to her?
Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked down at the ground. This was the moment, a descision had to be made. He'd either kill her hear now, put her out of this mortal misery or he'd make her into one of them. For what seemed like eternity, he never looked up at her, never said a word. Finally his head rose up and his eyes bore into hers.
"You still have no idea what you ask of," and before she coudl protest, he held up his hand. "But. If this is what you want, what you truely want. I will give it to you." Reaching out, he cupped the back of her neck. "And it will not be quick. And you will not enjoy it." He stated with his cold, dark eyes. Pushing the hair off her neck, he leaned in towards her neck.
The pulse in her neck was like a roar in his ears. He kissed the spot on her neck tenderly at first. Fingers played with the loose curls on the back of her neck. Soft lips moved down, lower, kissing over the tops of her breasts as they rose and fell with earch breath of air. Then, to get back up to her neck, he ran his tongue up the mounds, past the collarbone and to that throbbing pulse. His teeth scrapped over her tender flesh. No time to roll her mind. She'd feel the pain, mixed with pleasure. Had he the time, she'd feel nothing but pleasure and sweet release. Points peirced her skin and his free hand grapped her waist, hauling her against him. Crimson liquid spilling into his mouth and he sucked at the wound like he was a babe and it was his bottle. He drove the fangs in deeper, more blood flowing into his mouth.
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Post by Helena Contier on Apr 23, 2007 2:31:14 GMT -1
She just stood, watching, waiting, wanting to feel his fangs digging into her life and ripping it away; her eyes fallowing every movement of him, his arms folding his head down. He said nothing yet, she waited for some sort of response. Some sort shout or growl, slap or kiss; just anything. The silence had been torture, the stiff build of his masculine dark beauty unmoving had been torture. And there it was, what she had waited for, a small movement of his head going up, looking at her, eyes to hers. And as he spoke, she bit her lip a little, knowing it had to have been hard for him as it had taken him so long to even begin to speak of doing it. But his hand was now forward, behind her neck pulling her to him. "I know." She whispered. She knew it would hurt, she knew the pain, she knew the process. She knew. He leaned forward, almost limp in his arms she waited for it, but it wasn't instant. His lips fell upon her neck, kissing lightly. It was like some kind of anesthesia to her, it was almost numbing her to the pain she would soon endure. His lips fell upon the tops of her breasts, then back up to her neck. And the she felt it; the pressure of the two pearly points eased into her pulsing artery that carried her mortality within it. She winced, her eyes closing shut as the pain grew a little more as he bite down farther into her pulse, feeling the blood escaping into his mouth. She brought a hand to the back of his head, the other clinging to the clothing that clung to his shoulder. She felt light headed, as the feeling of her life was being carried away from her, her legs began to feel weak and her eye lids felt heavy. She whimpered, the pain growing, her heart beat slowly drifting, growing feint. "Jareth..." She whispered.
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Post by Jareth Devereux on May 6, 2007 1:28:29 GMT -1
Jareth...
Her voice was just a whisper. Yet he could hear her desire, her want for this life in that sweet voice of hers. The hand at her waist, held her closer, roaming back to stroke the middle of her back. Knuckles kneaded the area and his mouth worked against the wound. It was almost as if he was trying to eat through her throat. Yet all that would be left of his attack would be two, neat puncture wounds.
Eyes closed as he drank in that sweet liquid. Every victim tasted different. Some were actually unpleasent but when the need called, all you could do was answer it. Digits tangled in her hair, pulled her head to the side, exposing the neck more. He bit harder, driving the fangs deeper. There was a small regret in not being able to roll her mind, making her feel just how pleasurable it could be.
Pulling his lips back, he breathed slow, deep breaths. His lips were tinted with her blood, a little dripping down his chin. Lifting his eyes, he held her head gently, rolling it over so she'd face him. His thumb stroked over her shorter hairs. "What do you think my love? Do you still wish to be one of us? Night after night, feeding on the helpless or sometimes willing?" Part of him wished for her to say no. Then he would end this now and keep her free from the pain of living forever. He knew she thought it was for the best. To be with him, locked together for eternity.
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Post by Helena Contier on May 6, 2007 1:43:55 GMT -1
Limbs grew heavy as the blood as forced from her body, her hand limp on the back of his neck, her clutching fingers to his shoulders slowly fell from their place, drifting along his arm, a feint whimper lost in her delirium. The world began to slip slowly from knowledge, spinning and drifting alike, she felt so weightless in his arms.
She whimpered again, his teeth digging farther into her lingering pulse but the pain, as quickly as it came, fleeting in the same fleeting matter.But she knew, from stories before, the pain would return, in a matter of minutes stronger, for fierce than before, probably just as bad, or even worser than when her mortality was plunged back into her and her body felt like fire was consuming her. But she hoped, prayed, in her mind that her previous pain could dull her to this new one that would soon find it's place.
Cold air rushed over the warm crimson liquid that was exposed at her neck, an empty wound. Her heavy lids for a moment did not permit her to look into his chocolate eyes at first, but with the force she could muster she had, cold and empty eyes were all that could speak. Her voice gone, to frail to even quiver, a willing yes was shouting in her eyes. There was no true fear.
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