|
|
Post by Jasper on Nov 24, 2007 23:05:36 GMT -5
The tall lean vampire sat in a big formal armchair covered in redvelvet and trimmed out in mahogany. The walls and floors of his chamber matched the deep color of the wood that trimmed his chair. Jasper slunk against the back of the chair lost in thought.
A fire occupied the fireplace now; its flames hungrily consuming the wood. Gin swished around in the clear glass that he was holding by his finger tips over the chair's arm. Deftly, he sipped it, entranced by the fire's hypnotic qualities. There was so much to mull over, and nothing to distract him. He was full as a tick from the few women he had taken from just hours ago. It'd been years since he had just gotten silence, and now his mind was eating him alive from frustration and depression. Jasper fought against the pressure of years of guilt weighing down on him by shaking his head and pressing two of his fingers on the bridge of his nose. His hands begged to do something to occupy himself, to defend its self from the guilt.. oh the guilt.. Diorah.. what'd he done?
Jasper angrily pushed down the glass on the table beside him with a clank and a cacophany of rattles as the things in the drawer vibrated with motion. He pushed himself out of the chair, and away from the fire. The room was dark, all except for what the fire showed upon. A grand piano sat across the room and Jasper slunk towards the solace of the ebony and ivory keys. He sighed as he sat down, and began to play Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, it fit his mood. Jasper heard the door click open, but he didn't turn to see who it was, or even stop playing. "How may I be of service to you tonight, oncomer..? I know it isn't to share my company.. Few often desire that."
|
|
|
|
Post by Lucia Drusa Severa on Dec 8, 2007 11:52:17 GMT -5
So this had been the castle of her father? It looked like the old medieval castles she’d seen in history books; broad stone wall and high towers that looked menacingly down at the earth as if questioning its worthiness. There was no doubt that this mansion had been the center of much activity in the past, but now it seemed rather void of life and worn down. Even more uninviting, but perhaps less threatening than it had been in its prime.
Lucia’s eyes wandered eagerly around the main room, and she turned slowly, absorbing every last detail and carving it into her memory. The simple majesty of the place took the breath away from her, and implanted a feeling of longing. This sense that she’d been here before; this had been a place she loved; that she could look back on with affection.
She didn’t know what had happened here; why Victor van Alberict had betrayed his master Raven. Or why there was conflict between the Vampires and Werewolves if her parents had been so in love. So many things she did not know about the life of Raven, and much more about the goings-on of her mother. There were many things about her parents that Lucia did not know. But she knew that both of them had been powerful and leaders of their respective races, both had been feared, respected and even hated, and they’d led their armies for centuries into war against the other.
Moving further into the main room and down an elegant corridor, Lucia walked slowly in respectful admiration and awe.
From further down the hall, the melancholy notes of a piano floated toward the Hybrid, as if carried by a soft wind and giving life to the dark corridor. The music that came forth was so enchanting, the hair on the back of her neck rose and it sent goose bumps down her spine and arms; somewhat reflecting the feel the place was giving her. Her aimless wandering turned into an unwavering trance to find the source of this haunting call.
Ascending the staircase, the music became louder, and with it grew the desire to see who was behind this emotional madness procured by the sonata. Without knocking, Lucia entered the room of the ghost playing and stood inside the door, her head tilted slightly as she listened for a moment. Coming out of the slight trance, she spoke, “Are you alone in this castle?”
|
|
|
|
Post by Chastity Maundrell on Dec 8, 2007 12:25:55 GMT -5
Chastity thought she heard somthing within the walls of the castle. Looking around she spotted two people. Walking into the room. She raised a brow. "he's not the only one in this castle... Its a safe haven for vampyre. Raven would of wanted it that way" She said softly. She narrowed her eyes a bit, looking at Lucia. "but not only vampyre can hide here to get away from the trouble of war." she whispered. "this was my home when Raven was alive... he told me, this castle is to be mine if anything shall happen to him." She turned away. "i never dreamed that this would end up being what it is, Never thought Victor would ever betray us" she whispered. "but i warn you, if you stay, do not wander in certain places for to long" she said softly. She looked at Jasper lightly. "tell me... who was the one that bitten you?" She asked lightly. "and what shall i ask you, made you come to this place, very few know of it as a ruin" she said softly.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jasper on Dec 8, 2007 21:36:05 GMT -5
"Obviously not," he grumbled under his breath. Jasper didn't turn his head to look at the women, but he was able to sense that both of them weren't human. Eighty eight years of dwelling on this earth as a vampire had taught him a lot of things, first, women are getting more moxy by the decade, and second, never sneak into another man's safehouse. He'd taken the manshion for unoccupied, and now realized how terribly wrong he was.
"Good evening, ladies," his voise huskily rumbled. Jaspers fingers slowed the melody until it quieted to a stop. The ebony bench creaked as the vampire rose from his seat.
"I don't know who bit me, it was a long time ago, and my mind has sucked away the details," he said directed to the blonde. But had they really...? Or had other things in his life clouded the details as well as his judgement? "I have a horrible curiosity for that which is none of my business, and thus I end up in situations such as our current one. I'm terribly sorry for any inconvenience I may have caused you in the mean time." Jasper nodded to both of the women, "I'm Jasper Von Traum," his voice remained strong, "However, I'm in need of a place to stay..."
|
|
|
|
Post by Chastity Maundrell on Dec 10, 2007 12:54:10 GMT -5
Chastity looked at Jasper. And nodded. "you can stay here, Lately after Raven's passing, no one but humans have been coming around here." She whispered. "Jasper, somethings puzzling me. Have you heard of Victor?" She asked in rather a needful way. She needed a link to the outside world. Something that would bring his downfall.
|
|
|
|
Post by Lucia Drusa Severa on Dec 11, 2007 10:53:47 GMT -5
As Jasper slowed his playing, ending the music, a faint smile grew upon Lucia’s face. She guessed by the song that it hinted morose energy on part of the musician, and he did seem troubled; but it had been performed so elegantly that she couldn’t help but search out the source.
Lucia looked back, sidelong, as Chastity entered the room after her and rose a doubtful eyebrow at the Vampiress’ warning not to linger too long in some areas. What would happen?
She smiled when Jasper introduced himself, but remained silent herself as the two Vampires conversed. Slight laughter was sparked in her at the mention of Humans seeking refuge here. But she crossed her arms, scowling slightly at the young woman’s mention of Victor. “Who has not heard of Victor?”
|
|
|
|
Post by Jasper on Dec 11, 2007 20:12:38 GMT -5
A sheepish grin spread to his face. "Well, that would be me." The liqour he'd just consumed had slackened his nerves even more. Jasper wasn't drunk, but he'd drank enough to make him more confident. He hated to drink, but he was born in the roaring 40's it was kind of ingrained in his blood. The vampire leaned on the wall close to the fireplace. "I'm afraid I don't know about Victor.. I've been a pretty sheltered vampire myself for the past 60 years. I don't know a lot of our world since then. What happened to the vampire king? ...Raven? I'd heard of him, but I don't know about Victor. I know something's troubling the masses and plot of a war, but nothing more." He was amazed at how little he knew about the other covens, it kind of made him ashamed. The despair was easily concealed for now, he hoped the women couldn't pick up on it seeing as they were usually good at that type of thing.
|
|
|
|
Post by Chastity Maundrell on Dec 14, 2007 11:22:03 GMT -5
Chastity turned away once agian. "Vic... victor killed him..." She whispered. "Only because he was power hungry, a bloodthirsty vampyre that needs to be killed" she murmured. "And i'll make sure to that" she said softly. She sighed softly. "only one problem, he's brainwashing vamipyre to his side, i need to make my own clan, to beat him." she whispered.
|
|
