Young Girl's Blood RP
The setting is in the USA Damien and Champ are first. Champion is alone at home after her family has been away for about a week, and wont be back for another month or so. She is in the living room, in blue jeans and a baggy shirt watching tv, the door is locked, but the window (which has no screen) In her bedroom isnt. and she is getting kinda tired. its late at night. Her shirt is bright red, with the words Arkansas Razorbacks, for she is originaly from arkansas.
Damien stood gloomily outside her house, the light from the street light shining on his glowing white skin, giving him a hollow look. He smiled as the house grew quiet, sound of movement no longer reached his ears. He stepped out of the shadows and cautiously approached the bedroom window, quickly glancing around before flawlessly climbing inside without a sound. He stood lurking over her sleeping body waiting for the perfect moment.
Slowly Damien leaned down pressing his cold lips to her cheek and whispering in her " Sleep soundly, no harm comes to you."
He elevated her body off the bed undisturbing her sleep, carefully walking out the room and stratigically climbing back through the window, carring Champion with him. " You will surely satisfy my father...."
Damien steadily took off into flight carefully holding Champion's warm body to his own, The night sky flew by at amazing speeds. After a short stint of time passed he touched down in front of the door of a giantic stone castle hidden from mortal eyes. He walked inside and began the journey through the hallways until comming to a solid black door, He pushed the door open to reveil an elegant bedroom. He placed Champion on the satin bed and left her sleep
*Champ stays sound asleep, until she is set down on the bed, then she moves some, then sits up and looks around, shaking some from her dream, having thought she just dreamed a vampire took her from her home to a castle, the room he set her in, just like the one from her dream. She looks up spoting him, and screaming* HOLY HELL!
Marie-Lee heard the shouting, running up to the bedroom. Was it maybe Damien that had returned, or maybe the father of Damien. Unsure, but joyed the wolf-eared, wolf-tailed girl peaked into the room from where the noise came. "It is you!" She said, wagging her tail while watching Damien as he stood in the room "Welcome home, master" She said, bowing before him. "Continue, please. Do not let me interrupt you" She said, closing the door again. She was pleased to see him return and she sat down next to the door with her back against the wall. She had a great smile on her face, as she drifted of into fantasies.
Damien glanced quickly at Marie-Lee then closed then door behind her.
" Let me explain Champion." He smiled at her accidentally showing off his fangs. " I have chosen you to pretend to be my girlfriend, while my father comes to visit me. See he says I can't keep living in this castle, no responsibility without a wife, now I won't ask you to marry me just pretend to be engaged to me, so that way he believes I will settle down soon."
He paused watching Champions face.
Cyrus stood in the deep shadows, in a dank room of the castle. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. She opened her eyes and let them slide toward the window. She tipped her head, bits of silvery hair falling over her shining red eyes. her black servan'ts outfit draped over her curves daintily as she walked toward the window. The full moon shone brightly over the castle.
Her living quarters where located at the top of one of the castles many high, steepling towers. It was a circular room with one window, and a fairly large bed draped in dark sheets. The bed in itself seemed to be a masterful peice of baroque style art, with its sad weaves and willow like canopy. the blankets blew gently in the soft breeze. it moaned through the window under the light of the moon. There was also a chair at one corner of the room. A deep, soft, crimson coloured thing that she often sat down on to just think. other than that a matchiing rug lay across the tattered floor. In crimson and red its undefinable patterns told stories of perhaps romance, or murder.
that rug had been there much longer than Cyrus herself had, she knew. She now stood, carefully stepping over the twists and turns of color threaded into the fabric. her shadow on the wall turned form a small human figure to a lean, nimble wolf in a moment. In the darkness of the room her red eyes seemed to eerily glow. She continued out the heavy set door , then, and walked down the length of the stairs. her powerful legs took long strokes upon the ground, and she made her way to an outer door of the caste, leading into an epty court yard with a haunting feel to it. She trotted past the courtyard, and through a set of deep iron gates and up to a small hill, which seemed to cut it self off from the edge of the world. There she tipped her nose into the wind, and let out a long, low howl.
It was begging.
Hannibal stood on a towering pillar extending out of one of the corners on the castle's roof. His maroon hair flowed through the gusty wind, the shine of the moon reflecting off his golden eyes. A howl echoed through his ear, and he thought for a moment. Stepping forward, he drifted down the side of the tower like he was integrating with the wind itself. He grasped the pane of a window and opened it. Lurching in, he stepped onto a silk carpet that bore intricate designs. Striding down a winding corridor, he stood in front of a door, listening to the voices within. The time had come, and now it was the time to serve Damien.
Lucifer was standing on the highest cliff near the castle, watching as Damien had escorted the human there. "That's what you think, Damien" Lucifer said to himself, keeping a far distance from the castle. He eventually noticed how a wolf was coming out the yard, and eventually giving out a howl. He knew it was not just a wolf, and with a grin, the Death turned into smoke.
"Evening" A whispering sound was heard in Cyrus ear, Lucifer hoovering slightly up in the air behind her, observing the wolf. He landed on the ground quietly and crossing his arms. "Cyrus, if I am not misstaking" He said, grinning. He placed one of his hands on the wolf, preventing her to turn around and remaining behind her. "What are you doing out here this late? Dont you know it can be dangerous, wandering on your own?"
Cyrus nodded, her blood red eyes fixed on the rising moon. Her body remained taught as she closed her eyes for just a moment.
" Good evening. Danger is not something that particularly bothers me living here. "
The grass blew around her gleaming white paws as a strong breeze blew. She let the wind overtake her body as she took her human form. bits of shining silver hair blew back behind her, or streamed across her face listlessly. She turned then. her movements liquid and effortlessm and stared at the death, her face blank other than her deep eyes, which looked onto the figure's hooded face. Darkness enveloped him, as if it was a part of him, circulating through his blood, the air he breathed, and continually manifesting its prescense around his body, which seemed to hover on a cloud of darkness. She nodded softly.
" Yes, I am Cyrus. "
She spoke in an even, smooth tone. She couldn't help but wondering why the death was here, rather than lurking out of castle boundries, taking victims. she , of course, already knew who he was. she had lived her all her life, and he had been here much longer than that. She had, however, never talked to him in all the years. She wondered if he wanted to kill her for a moment.
"I believe that you have a new guest in the castle" He said, a grin crossing over his face. "How does that make you feel?" He asked her. He had not spoken to anyone in years, and with a perfect victim on the inside, this was a good time to get on the good side of people.. The more friendly he would seem, the easier would it be to spend time in the actual castle.. "You are one beautiful woman" He said, moving his hand from her shoulder, up trough her hair. From within the hood, a grin crossed his face. Unnoticeable for Cyrus, though..
" A new guest. Damien always has these...lets see how long he holds onto this one. "
She shuddered as she felt the coolness move from her shoulder, up through her back to her hair. His words unnerved her. This death was odd.. She unconciously wondered what was beneath the dark hood under which he hovered. She stared into it, the dark blackness, and searched for eyes, for any symbol of life at all. she lifted her hand and let it drift before his face a moment, and she then lowered it. She instead tucked a bit of stary hair behind her ear.
" As you said before, some things here are...dangerous...and i should be going. "
she took her wolf form and efortlessly strode off.
Marie-Lee walked away from the room, heading towards the kitchen. Her tail wagged as she walked trough the hallway "Can you not lie for once?" She asked her tail, stopping and looking at it. "Your wagging is really annoying, you know that?" She said, growling at the tail before gripping it with her hand, holding it tight. "I will tie you to my legg if you do not stop that silly wagging" She said, dropping the tail and walking towards the kitchen. On her way over, the tail went in under her legs instead. "Give me a break" She said, looking at the tail who came out between her legs on the front. "I give up" She said, opening the fridge to see if there was anything tasty. She found a package of icecream and her tail started wagging again.
Lucifer nodded, grinning.. That was one of the servants.. She did not seem to have too much trouble with him, which were nothing but good.. He pulled his cloak over the front of his body, cover him fully before he disappeared in a quick cloud of smoke.. As the smoke laid to the ground, Lucifer was not anywhere in sight..
"I might even be enjoying this" Lucifer thought to himself, appearing on top of the highest tower in the castle.. He watched down over the yard and the castle, closing his eyes for a moment.. "Next" he thought, pulling the cloak over his body and disappearing in another cloud of smoke..
Cyrus picked her way through the garden and back toward the castle. Her red eyes narrowed as she approached the heavy set doors. She sat in front of them for just a moment. she growled softly. The humans scent was all over. The wolf stood and sniffed both doors, cringing. She looked back toward the moon, and then trotted aorund toward the other side of the castle, back to the gardens. She sniffed through everything then reached what looked like just another dead weed. As she took her human aspect one could see her face softening, almost a smile, crossing her lips. her eyes closed and she placed her hands on the ground before the small plant. digging behind another bush and grabbed for the small pail of water she had filled the day before. She wattered this and six other plants, all looking similar.
Following this she took her wolf form again, and bolted to the door of her tower. As she entered the building, she heard a nosie and trotted over to the kitchen. As she peered in, she saw Marie-lee, another servant. She nodded to her and walked over slowly. As she took her human form she wrinkled her nose and stared at the box in Marie-lee's hands.
" Whats that marie-lee? "
Then she herself looked into the fridge. She really hadn't checked in there in a while, even though she was allowed full acess to it.
Marie-Lee turned and watched Cyrus. She got a smile on her face and opened the package "Icecream!" She said, looking into the package and finding it empty. "Well, that was what it was supposed to be" She said, investigating the empty package. She shrugged, placing it on the counter and closing the fridge. "I just got in the mood for something sweet!" She said, giving a shy smile. Her tail continued wagging and Marie-Lee turned her head and looked at it "Oh, stop it you!" She said to the tail, which stopped wagging. "It is like it has a will of its own" Marie-Lee sighed, before turning back her head to Cyrus.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
" Icecream? "
She cocked her head and looked into the empty box. They hadn't had ice cream in ages. suddenly she craved it too. She looked over at the girl's tail, which was swing back and forth rapidly untill she commanded it to stop. She the looked up, her blood red eyes lockign on Marie-Lee's.
" Yes, actually. " She paused for a moment. " Do you know anything about the deaths here? "
She looked uo at the dusty ceiling above them. The room was poorly lit, so deep shadows cast over both their faces.