Saline

Created and Played By: vampiressofthenight02
French title: Maitresse de Plaisir (Mistress of Pleasure)
Age: 655
Race: Vampire
Hair: Waist length, straight, pale blonde.
Eyes: Pale ocean blue.
Ethnicity: French
Brief History: Saline was born into the life of poverty. Everyday she would stand in the streets singing beautiful melodies while her sickly pale younger brother played on the flute. This is what they did for money. Her parents had died from the Black Death. Fortunately for Saline she had not caught it, but her brother had caught it and was dying with every passing day. Why hadn't Saline gotten this evil killer that had killed millions? She didn't now and thanked God everyday for that.
By the time she was ten her brother had died and she was on her own. She was taken in by a whorehouse. The women were very kind of her and thought of her as their own daughter. By the time she was eighteen Saline had started working for the pimp in the same whorehouse where she had grown up. She grew up beautifully but still had her pale skin, an effect of having never going out into the daylight. She soon became one of the most popular courtesans in Paris.
Saving up all of her money she left the whorehouse at the age of twenty-two. She bought herself a lavish cheatux in which she held luxurious parties inviting all the rich and famous. In the lower levels of her cheatux was her dungeon or as she titled it "World of Pain and Pleasure."
Many a noble and the famed visited there to fur fill their own twisted pleasures. People paid a lot of money to wine, dine, and fur fill themselves at her home. She became one of the most respected women in her part of the city.
Then one night a pale noblemen had visited her, he would forever change her life, for better, and for worse. He stood to be about 6'0 which was tall for back then, he appeared to be the age of twenty-four but something in those bright emerald eyes told that he was indeed much older, Saline being very educated herself found him to be quite intriguing. His hair was a mass of black silk curls that fell softly past his shoulders. He wore a pale silk green lacy shirt that showed off his eyes beautifully. He also wore a pair of black leather pants that looked like they were melded onto him, it was hard to tell where his boots began.
At the door one of Saline's many beautiful maids approached this beautiful stranger, giving him a soft smile, "Salutations madame."
She bowed her head in greeting, "May I take your cloak?"
He nodded as he took off his black velvet cloak and handed it to her, "Can you tell me, lovely one, where the hostess of such a lovely party of this is?"
She smiled as she nodded her head in Saline's direction, "My lady sits there sir, many people come from all over to see her, and to experience what she has to give."
He laughed lightly his whole face lighting up, "And what is that?"
She only smiled as she bowed her head walking away. He nodded to himself as he glided over towards Saline smiling casually. Saline having caught his eye, stood up, and curtsied, then motioned to the seat next to her, "Bonjeur, good sir, tell me, what is your name?"
He sat down, clasping his hands together, as he laid them on the table, he looked at her smiling gently, "I am Aure."
She smiled and bowed her head, "I am Saline, your name means breeze correct?"
He nodded, "Yes indeed it does my lady."
She again smiled, "The name fits, you glide like the breeze my lord."
He looked out to the dance floor then back to her, "Would you like to dance my lady?"
She nodded, he smiled and stood up. He offered her his hand and she took it, she stood up, and he led her to the dance floor. All through the night she danced with the beautiful stranger that had captured her. All the men at the party wanted a dance with her but she would only dance with him. Midnight stroke when they finally sat down to take a rest. She sat down, slumping, taking a long drink of her wine, "Mm While this evening has been most pleasurable Monsieur Aure, I grow weary, and I must rest."
He nodded a bit then smiled, "Do you have enough energy left for one more dance my lady?"
She looked at him smiling, "Yes, I do, shall we take it into the lower levels?"
He nodded standing up, again offering her his hand, she stood up taking it, leaning into him she laughed joyously as he led her down to the dungeon. Once there he let her do what she intended with him, which was give him pleasure to the brink of release and pain to the point of death. They collapsed in each other's arms exhausted, she laid by him, he held her close to him, "My, my, that was the most wonderful experience I've ever had."
She giggled like a giddy yet drunk little girl, "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
He smiled as he kissed her collarbone gently. Her eyes fluttered shut as she snuggled against him. He held her tighter as he traveled to her neck. She moaned softly, he kissed her neck, suckling gently. His fingers brushed her arm lightly, his hand then cupped her firm breast, rubbing her nipples and massaging, she writhed moaning.
It was then that he struck, he sucked on her neck harder, she whimpered a bit, it was starting to hurt. He then bit down hard into her neck, breaking the skin, she writhed, wiggling, trying to get free. His grip on her tightened as he dug his fangs into her neck, feeding from her. She whimpered helplessly as she felt her body go weaker and weaker. It was then that he let go, he swiftly got up, and like the wind, he was gone.
She was found by her maids in the early morning, weakened, but otherwise fine. She rested for the entire day, her personal maid came in when she called, "Yes madam?"
Saline smiled a bit, "I know that there is talk about canceling the party, my answer is no, proceed as planned."
Her servant nodded then curtsied, "I will see to it madam."
She then left Saline to get a bit more rest. When the sunset Saline felt well enough to dress and to attend the party. She sat at her usual place at the table, but her eyes were searching, she was looking for him. She wanted to know what had happened to her, she wanted some answers, for she was a practical woman. Then like the wind blowing he entered. This time he wore a black lacy shirt with silver cufflinks and white leather pants with boots to match. Just the sight of him made her catch her breath. He smiled as he glided gracefully towards her. She stood up to greet him, he embraced her, kissing her on both of her cheeks, then raising her hand to him, his lips brushed her knuckles gently. She smiled her pale cheeks flushing a bit. He leaned in close to whisper in her neck, "I need to see you alone."
She nodded whispering back, "Follow me to my quarters." He nodded and they both left briskly walking towards her room. They entered quietly and she shut the door locking it. He sat down on her bed and she sat down beside him, "What is it that you need answered?" He asked, his eyes searching hers.
She sighed, "Why? Why me? I don't want to be a vampire."
He laughed lightly and that sound made things low in her body go tight, "Because you, like me, are an creature of the underworld, you belong in the night with me my sweet."
She nodded slowly, "If this is what God intends then I accept my fate."
He laughed and then rolled her mind as he gave her the second bite, then later on in the night he rolled her mind again, giving her the third bite, thus making her a vampire. They were together for a span about thirty years, then she grew tired of him and left. Then one night in a small cafe in Paris she felt the presence of one older than her. She looked up to see another vampire. She smirked and they had quarreled about the other vampire coming into her territory without Saline's permission. Later they would soon find out that they had the same maker, thus making them sisters. They lived their immortal lives getting to know each other enjoying and loathing each other's company. Now it is the new millennium and they have moved to Sunnydale along with Saline's sister's human servant the crafty Katherine.