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A Little Roleplay

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Roleplay is about imagination and creativity. Creating your own world from the things you imagine and getting as elaborate with it as you can. Anything is possible.

I odviously have an avid intrest in vampires, so that's what I like to write about. This page is going to be for posting things that I write, and I'll add to it as much as I can. For now, I'll leave you with a short story I wrote not too long ago. Please excuse the grammer, it's a creative hazard. Enjoy.

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I've become weary of meandering in the endless precession of eternity... Time, nothing but never ending time. Being alone has never hurt so much as it does now, hollowing me out little by little with every day that slinks past. A cold , uncaring persona that now replaces what used to be compassion... A deep, unchangeable despair for what used to be love. Love for humanity and for life. I've outlived all of those I cared for by a hundred lifetimes. I've seen the ones I used to hold close shrivel up and die as i stood back in the shadows, physically unchanged through the millennia as my soul wept for the life I once lived... I was not always as I am now. Long ago I had a family of my own, the youngest in a home of six , and my parents could barly stand the sight of one another. I was the quiet one with an unquenched thirst for knowledge. My days were spent exploring in the wilderness, my nights were left for thought... Sitting alone on my windowsill I would stair up at the stars, andI knew there was something out there I was missing, something I was yet to learn... And in that moment, I suddenly became disgusted with it all. My simplistic , ignorant life that I was forced into. I wanted to be respected, I wanted to be envied... I damned myself forever in that instant... He took me then. Standing there bathed in the glittering moonlight he reached his beautiful ivory hand out to me... He was the most radiant creature I had ever seen. Long brown hair spun in ringlets that ended at his shoulders and his gorgeous eyes left me breathless. I was spellbound in his presence. The chill of the night left a layer of mist on my skin and I shivered. I couldn't breathe... I couldn't think... His aura drew me in slowly and I fell like a child into his arms. So strong he was, holding me like a porcelain doll as he ran his hands through my hair and traced my mouth with his fingers. My heart was bounding in my chest and I suddenly felt lightheaded, not daring to break his powerful gaze. The warm breath that escaped my lips frosted as it mixed with the night air, and his face drew closer to mine. His mouth grazed against my forehead and my cheeks, and finally my lips. He drew me closer as he kissed me, holding my body so closely to his I could feel the thudding of his heart against my own breast. I realized then that we were flying. The air grew colder as it swept over me, and he held me closer, his lips still attached to mine. For minutes, maybe hours we bounded on, flitting through the night ; a pair of forsaken souls. In an instant we were in the dark, and the air was warm. His soft lips parted from mine , but he kept me close. It had begun to storm, and although I still could not see, I could vaguely make out the dimensions of the room from the tattering of the rain on the roof. The ceiling was high and the walls were far out, but there were no windows near us. We were on a bed or some kind of couch, but regardless the material was soft, the softest I had ever felt. Beads of moisture rolled down the small of my back and my chest. I wet my lips nervously. He was on his knees facing me, one arm around my back and the other draped around my neck; he lowered me backwards slowly. My hair hung in a cascade of messy tangles , my clothes tattered and ripped, sticking to my skin from the perspiration. A thousand thoughts cluttered my mind at once. I had no idea who this man was, if a man is what he could be called, and yet I was strangely intrigued. The strength, the aura about him... I'd never seen skin so pale, so cold to the touch, yet so completely flawless. Silver light illuminated his eyes in the darkness and I jerked backwards suddenly. Pressing his lips to my ear, he gently began to speak. "Do not be afraid... You desired more, so more I will give you. I will teach you things that you've never thought , take you to the places you've never dreamed... Your wishes have come true, my dear..." His words swam in my head and I was suddenly overwhelmed with uncertainty; it was as if he was reading my mind. The iciness of his body seemed to melt away as he drew the heat from mine. He laid me down slowly, positioning himself on top of me. There was a yearning in me that I had never before felt, an burning desire to be closer to him still... I was young then, almost sixteen. This strange being before me had given me my first kiss... Again he spoke, his lips on my face and my neck , "I can hear your thoughts, I know your desires. I can make you feel a way that you have never before felt...I'll give you immortality..." His hand grazed up my inner thigh , his fingertips dancing against my flesh. A warm chill thundered through me and I trembled in his arms. I'd never known that it was possible to feel this way; it hurt, but I didn't care... A soft sigh escaped my lips and he held me tighter ," Do you want it?" His fingers slid in deeper and the small of my back arched upwards, the words thoughtlessly escaping my lips . I felt his lips , his breath warm against my neck. He withdrew his hand for a moment sitting upwards. Then, sweeping me up in his arms he thrust himself inside of me and bit deeply into my neck. My cry pierced the air, and a wave of unrelenting pain and pleasure swept over me all at once. He held me against him as he continuously thrusted himself inside me, deeper each time. His hands ripped my clothes away and my blood poured into his mouth . He sucked at it savagely, pulling his fangs out slightly and pushing them back in. His hips slammed into mine and blood dripped from my neck down to my breasts, mingling with sweat. His embrace was so tight I suddenly couldn't breathe, and he drew me closer still as he brought us to a sitting position. Withdrawing his fangs from my neck he kissed me again, releasing his grip a little. I was like a rag doll in his arms, unable to support myself. Gasping for breath, my pulse was slow and weak , my body trembling. My neck writhed with pain and blood still flowed from my wounds. Like before ,he pressed his crimson- stained lips to my ear and spoke, this time in a whisper ,"Tell me again, do you want it?" Everything inside me cried out for life, he knew it. He took advantage of me, but I was too blind to see it. I wanted to live, I wanted what he promised me. I wanted the life that I'd never had. He saw it in my dying eyes. My trembling lips drew together and with my last shallow breath I whispered, "...Yes....." Like most vampires, I found the physical change in myself to be exuberant. My senses were all unusually alert. One could hear or see something miles away, literally. And humans for instance... I began to see them in a way I never had before. The sweet, succulent aroma of human flesh is unlike any smell one could ever encounter. What follows shortly after is the hunger. A deep, hollowing desire that drives a vampire straight to hell and back ... The one necessity... Blood. As humans we were taught that killing is a mortal sin, as a vampire one learns it's unavoidable. After decades of killing, the heart becomes numb and ones actions are no longer overcome with guilt or regret... Nothingness. Pain, sorrow, outright hate... All of the above are better than feeling nothing. So, I find myself in a standstill of time that will never remiss. Yet in essence, I will never physically, nor mentally, change. The values of a human will never completely leave me; thus inlays my nemesis. Every time I kill, I feel as if a part of me is dying all over again... Warmth flowing through my frozen heart , bringing my body alive with artificial life. I will never again taste the pleasures of fine food or drink. I am a freak of evolution, a tip in nature's delicate balance. My life is nothing more than a hellish parody of torment and anguish, in which I will never find absolution. Somehow though, knowing that a part of my human existence is still alive , if only in my mind, comforts me. My soul is no longer my own, nor my heart... Therefore I find that my only escape is my mind. Often I catch myself scanning through the old memories as they run through my mind like silent picture shows; a vision of a familiar face or a welcoming smile. I wonder sometimes how death came to find them... Then again, the more I contemplate, the less I want to know the truth. Letting myself believe they each found peace with life is far superior to the alternative, finding a fate such as my own. I hope only the best for them, that they are in Heaven playing in a fountain with angels and not roaming the murky depths of hell as I do. I wonder sometimes what my life would of been had I not been taken by him... A wife perhaps, or a mother condemned to an existence of poverty worse than the one in which I was born into. Had I the choice , which decision would I have made? Not this... God help me, not this. Then again, he won't help me , will he. I prowl his earth feeding off the life of his innocent children. Why should I ask for help, what right do I have. I am damned by my own hand, at my own will... And I have the nerve to ask for forgiveness... If all of this is true , and I am forsaken by God, what will happen to me when the end finally comes? Hell can be no worse than where I am now, a purgatory of livid spirits soaking up the splendor of life that I've been cast away from. After my loss of innocence, I learned that my maker's name was Aidan. Simple it seemed to me, almost unfitting for a being of his magnitude; and because of my youth I was ignorant to his motives. I slept well that first day , and when I woke I felt as if I had stepped into a dream. It was like a dream in the early days... He gave just enough to keep me compliant, although at the time I'd never though of being anything other than that. Then inevidibly as all dreams do, ours finally came to and end. The aftershock of a vampire's touch can bring about a deeper desire than one can ever imagine... Cold lust lingering in my empty veins, waiting to be revived with the passion of stolen life. Aiden was no acception to this rule. Each brush of his fingertips created an electric surge that pulsed through me, making me want more; more he would never give. The devil he might as well have been , prowling the night feasting on the souls of the mortals. The years dwindled by, flickering for a moment like the last rays of a dying star, then passing the light on to the next which was to follow. My memory became filled with the lives of the mortals I killed. As they died in my arms their lives would unroll through the river of blood that flowed past my lips. Each time the pink of their cheeks faded to blue, the sparkle in their eyes vanished as the hollow mask of death took it's embrace. I began to realize that simply killing them was becoming too hard of a task. Bodies would be found, questions would be asked. Concurrent to a previous tale, each vampire is blessed, as one might choose to call it, with a dark gift. I could walk down the quarter and hear a humans thoughts a mile away, likewise the frail beating of a heart. Most of it I learned , over time, to tune out. One not so special night, I decided to go for a walk. The moon was unusually bright that evening and the brisk winter wind howled mournfully as it cut through the air. A thin layer of ice topped the dark cobblestone and the solitary silhouette trailing beside me was my only companion. Rivers of ice and snow flowed silently beneath the city, and as I looked towards the frozen sky, a wave of sadness swept over me. The weight of a century of death was cast upon my shoulders, and I was suddenly overcome by it. Tears gathered in my eyes and I slowly sank to my knees as my tired eyelids fell, weary of the reality I was unable to escape. My fingernails scraped against the cobblestone and I quenched my eyes tightly, trying not to cry out. I must have cried out, I must have been screaming. Inside I was being ripped apart slowly by torment and regret. I damned myself, I damned those that I consumed. Crimson tears rolled down my cheeks and my breath frosted as it escaped my lips. I laid there in the snow for hours as the hunger for blood became greater and greater. The midnight sky faded from deep blue to red as the sun was about to pass through the clouds, and I closed my eyes, ready to embrace what was to come. My skin began to burn under the harsh morning light, and an absolution finally swept over me... This would be the end, finally I would rest in peace. Then of all things, I felt the embrace of two strong arms lift me, and cursing my luck, I faded into the darkness once again. Sounds of muted violin music filled my ears as I slowly drifted back into consciousness. My face and hands were sore from my , now healed, burns and my thirst was almost unbearable. Licking my chapped lips, I lifted my eyelids slowly, letting my eyes adjust to the strange blue lights that bathed the room. I blinked a few times, inhaling deeply as my weight shifted from my back to my left side. The immortal chip on my shoulder was now crushed, obviously even those of my own kind could be defeated and I now began to realize this. Sighing deeply, I closed my eyes and laid back against the incredibly soft pillows and didn't even stop to care where I was. So close to death, and I was pulled from it. Heh, poetic justice I suppose. It'll be poetic enough when I find the sick bastard that pulled me back when I was so close to the end... Just then, I felt someone sit down next to me and a tender voice filled my aching head. I could sense a smile about his lips without even seeing one , and immediately my anger was soothed by his soft tone. Again I sighed and I think he asked for my name. I laid there for a moment without speaking, then in a whisper, I muttered the first name that came into my mind.Of course it was a lie, I wasn't about to divulge my name to some random mortal, and yes, he was a mortal. I could smell it on him as the rhythmic beating of his heart reverberated through my head, teasing my hunger. " Faith... " his voice trailed off and he lowered his hand and brushed a lock of hair away from my face, cringing as his fingers brushed against my icy forehead. I lifted my eyelids and he stared into my eyes for a moment, almost as if he was lost. His lips trembled and blank look melted over his handsome face, yes i do admit, he was very handsome. i could hear the million thoughts mingling in his nervous mind and I could barely keep from laughing. A trickle of his blood onto my tongue and he could fulfill every sick fantasy in his demented little mind. Mmm... O negative I think... Ah, my mind began to drift... I licked my lips and let my head fall back onto the satin pillow cases. If teasing was his prerogative two could play at that game, I could bide my time. After all, it’s not like I'm completely incapable of having some patience... Well, mostly.

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