The Famliy

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The night envelopes the city, the stars washed away by the motley glow of neon lights. You walk along the streets, slim pale faces slipping in and out of the sea of humanity that ebbs and flow among the businesses. The sounds of life, the warmth of blood... it calls to you... beckons you deeper within the city. Your smile deepens, a glimpse of ivory fang belying your true nature. It is your time, your eternity, here and now. You are the ultimate of predators, that hunts from within. You are Nosferatu.

You move through the city with grace, preternatural eyes peering into the labyrinth of back alleys, and rural glades, until your eyes settle on one building. It seems unobtusive at first glance, just another brownstone amongst the rows of businesses. You part the heavy, steel doors easily, stepping into the room. The scents of beer and alcohol mask the underlying odor of mold.... as if something..... was very old.
Squinting your eyes you gaze about, taking in the chinese laterns that hang from above, the candles that are this places only other source of light. Barely recognizable, you catch glimpses of paintings upon the walls....... the eyes seeming to stare back at you.

Your gaze sweeps to the left, taking in the amber lights of the fire as they dance acrossed the room. Tendrils of shadows playing about the wall. The plush chairs surrounding the hearth look extremely inviting.

The soft tinkle of crystal catches your ear, jerking your gaze to the right, revealing a long oaken bar. Its glazed top reveals swirls of wood, hypnotic in their patterns. The myriad swirls of colored glass reflect what little light filters from the candles placed around the bar.
A silky voice slips through the haze and darkness, calling to you. You have found a haven, a safe place for all to speak their ideas. Remember who you are, what you are. Breath fills your lungs, and you cross the threshhold, stepping into the Worlds of Darkness...

** You are entering a family of vampires. **

The Family.....

Mirranda, the queen sitting at Nosferatu's right side, his love, deadly when crossed

Starkissed, the Eldest

h2so4, she waits

Maliky, The Mischevious Little One In Training....great things will come of her she is strong

bellicose_anthrop, she has grown so sick of seeing everyone make a mockery of self-annihilation

QueenNsfera2, Queen of the underworld....her lust grows

Drusilla, her hair, as black as the night, blows in the wind...her legs oh so sexy...how that lipstick calls for my lips to kiss...gently...that milky white neck, glowing luminous in the light of the full moon, calling for me to feed

Mnemonyss, my Sweet

vampyra, the darkest whose blood lust never ends

VAMPIRE_GODESS, the kindered spirit

_vampyregoddes_, our actress, but beware of her too

Statik, the muse sent to inspire creativity and beauty

Mirranda my love

bellicose_anthrop
Ginger Angelica
Crystara's Page
Morbid Muse Art Gallery
vampyra's Page
Vampish Vixxen's Page
VAMPIRE_GODESS'S Page
Catacomb of Thee Vampyress Samantha
Statik's Elektri City
THE AMERICAN WITCH a cool site!

WE ARE GROWING

"REALM OF SHADOWS "

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