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Mina
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Date Posted: 17:16:09 11/25/02 Mon
In reply to:
Alairic
's message, "... Blissful ..." on 06:55:54 11/25/02 Mon
Laughing quaintly, she put her hands behind her on the wintry sepulcher, arching her back in his bearing. A dissipating cloud of vapor slipped amid the garnet lips as she spoke, the bitter arctic captivating its excise upon the Sanctum; her voice like water.
Funny.....it seems the Count felt the same.
Suddenly, a change seemed to course through the fragile body before him, lying on the crypt. There was an exhausting exuberance that seemed to flash about, like blood to a dozing limb. Her eyes narrowed with a seductive grin. She followed his eyes with hers, and hastily uncrossed her legs, standing abruptly. In a swift movement she enthused towards him with effortless poise, her slim heels clicking delicately on the recently powdered cobblestone. With a playful grin she met his eyes, unexpectedly, hers glowing with an unabashed eccentricity that they did not possess in their previous meetings. In a quite curious instant, her once artic eyes flashed into a brilliant crimson, and her voice lowered into an enticing yet forceful tone as she spoke, face to face, with the other. She took his hand, abruptly, holding it to her face.
Why Alairic….your hand, so warm…..
Curiously hers was bitter cold, and no pulse was emitted from the icy embrace she had on him. Her speech was abrupt and forceful, unlike her customary, soft-spoken identity.
Kiss me, Lairy. Please? Haven’t you wanted to? I have….
She pushed with a slight force against him, beginning to corner him into a large tombstone, a limestone angel erupting from the apex of the convoluted grave. With a slight hiss, she bared her fangs, speaking again.
I broke your heart…..and I will never rest until you forgive me….
She spoke the last words in a begging mockery, flashing an empathetic glance with her newfound, wolf like eyes. Her speech became quicker, louder, more severe with each incongruous word.
Come on, Alairic. Let me show you my true colors…
With a forceful hand she ran a finger over his lips, tenderly, before pushing his fine cheekbone to the side, revealing an open part of his neck.
That’s it….you might be a vampire, Lairy…..but you are not true…you have not been finished, not just yet….I have dined with Kings…I have commanded nations….I have walked time…eternity is my comfort…..come with me…
But her language brings lies. As one might know, the bite of a vampire by another brings instantaneous revisit to the corporeal existence; it is another’s way to lay a curse upon its own race; the nosferatu. A contradiction, of sorts, of the curse inundated upon them. Call it defilement; but something seems to have possessed our dear Mina…
I've wanted this for so long, Lairy…. we do, each of us, have a secret side; meet mine…so go on then, I know you wish it…kiss me…
These last two words were uttered in a high shriek, and quickly the feeble body lunged at his throat.
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