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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 26, 2009 12:50:23 GMT -8
Galient's vision blurred and his throat closed with pain. He felt her arms around him. He wanted to scream, the pain was overwhelming, but he couldn't because his throat was shut tightly. He couldn't breath and he was gasping for a breath. His vision turned red, tears filled his eyes. At least, he thought they were tears, he couldn't feel anything besides the pain. How much longer will this last, he asked himself. He began to feel faint, his body was being drained from blood and a strange liquid was filling it. He felt the unbareable sting in his throat and he found his way to breathe. He dragged in a breath and tried to hold in a scream that fled from his lips. Hit bit down on his lip so hard it started to bleed, he could taste it. The screams stopped but his moaning from the pain he was being put through was loud, but all he heard was the indistinct sucking from his neck. Soon it will be over, he tried to reassure himself, soon...
He couldn't see anything by this time, he found himself in darkness. He tried to stop thrashing away from Ophelia's grasp, but his body didn't seem to be connected to his mind. It did not obey his orders. Maybe it was just the pain, overwhelming his body's thoughts and his mind's. Seperating them from each other. He felt like he had been decapatated and blinded. He could taste, the blood from his lip was warm and tasted like copper. He could hear too, fiannly his moans being heard by the person who started them. His breathing faltered and the pain was softening--only a bit though, he still felt it plenty. He tried to find his way through the darkness. He could see a faint light in the darkness, almost silver, swaying back and forth. Was t heaven? It seemed a bit too...unstable to be heaven. His vision widened and the silver light was closer. He recognized it as Ophelia's hair. He stopped groaning and tried to concentrate on her. Her beatuiful eyes, her face, her body, the way she smiled. He held in his moans as much as he could by thinking of what would be when this was over. He could finally be with her, she could be with him. A fairytale ending, minus the vampires.
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Ophelia Van Koehn
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 26, 2009 13:06:20 GMT -8
Ophelia held him tighter as he thrashed too and fro. She could tell the pain was aginizing to him. Don't worry my love, it will be over soon, the pain will leave soon. I promise. She stopped her drinking to release the venom into his body. The feeling of the venom rushing through her own vains was painful as well. Ophelia could feel it as it poured from her fangs into his bloodstream.
Memories over took her as she continued to pour the liquid into him. She remembered feeling helpless and in such deep pain that she couldn't scream. 'You look like an 'Ophelia' to me....' All she could see was the full moon in the darkened sky. Her instincts pulled her away from his neck and let him fall back on to the bed. Ophelia's fangs shortened back into her mouth and her pupils shrunk so her irises could be seen again.
"You need blood, my love." Ophelia's sweet voice had returned and the dark temptress who had replaced her for a moment had disapatted. Grabbing the knife from the night stand, Ophelia dragged the blade across her palm. Letting her blood pour on to her skin. Taking a deep breath, she placed her hand on Galient's lips. "Drink, Galient...Drink" she whispered running her hand through his dark hair. He was so cold. Deathly cold. Please drink my love. Please.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 26, 2009 13:22:16 GMT -8
He felt her warm hand on his mouth and he could smell the blood running on it. He gasped and put his hands onto her hand, pulling it toward him even closer. He drank and drank and didn't want to stop. Her blood tasted like a tingly kind of sweet and sour candy, a taste that was indescribable. He licked the blood that had been running down her palm and felt a strength run into his veins. His eyes were no longer the gorgeous brown with orange flecks. They were black like his pupils. He licked his lips and found himself again and oushed away her hand. "Not from you," He said in a determined voice, it was almost shocking to hear himself so desperate, yet angry that she would tell him to take her own blood. She had blood packs right there, why was she feeding him with her blood?
He wiped his mouth with his forearm and could hear his breath in his thorat trailing in and out of his mouth. He looked at Ophelia, and sat up, still feeling a little drowsy from the sudden gush of pain. His breathing softened as he remembered where he was, and he sighed slowly. He readied himself and he slid his tongue across his teeth, elongued and sharp. He'd have to be careful not to bite his lip so much anymore. He tried to smile, but felt no need to. Ophelia's eyes said everything, she had been thinking of something traumatic and backed away before doind anything she wasn't supposed to. He took a deep breath and sighed through his nose, this was going to be a long night.
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Ophelia Van Koehn
Madam of the Underworld
Can I trust you? But I don't want to...
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 26, 2009 13:56:31 GMT -8
A sense of responciblilty came over Ophelia. I created this being...I'm his sire. She felt terrified as she watched him drink. Terrified yet excited. So this is how it will be from now on love. Just you, me, and the darkness of night. She smiled as she watched him.
As the words crossed his lips, her eyebrows raised in worry. Retracting her hand, she scooted back a bit. He seemed to be alright. No repercausions I see. That's a relief. She gasped as he sat up. Rushing over to him she reached her arms around him. "Love, you shouldn't be sitting up yet! You're still too weak for that." It was an odd feeling; feeling someone else's vital signs. It was true though, his heart was still beating very slowly and had not gotten used to the stress and trauma that his body had been through. "Lay down, love, it's alright...you need to drink my blood anyway. If you don't something terrible might happen...you might not survive."
With that, she sat behind him and pulled his shoulders down gently so his head rested in her lap. She smiled slightly, looking down at him. Rest, she thought, rest. It was like nursing an infant. A fledgling needed to be weened off the sire's blood, which could happen anywhere inbetween minutes to hours. Placing her hand against his lips again, she stroked his cheek softly. I hope this will all turn out all right.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 30, 2009 11:25:31 GMT -8
Galient let his head rest upon Ophelia's lap, exhausted from the pain. He drank slowly, letting his consciousness come back slowly, his strength being regained. He thought about what he had become, a creature. He promised to himself that he would never kill a human, not once. Even if his hunger overcame him, he would hold himself close so that he wouldn't kill one of human species. He swallowed constantly, letting the warm, candy-like liquid run down his throat. His thirst became less and less known, yet still withering around in his throat there were dry spots where he felt he needed to be fed more. He couldn't be sure how long he'd been drinking Ophelia's blood. 30 minutes? An hour? Two hours? It seemed like forever, the warmth of her hand matched the blood. Her other hand carresed his hair and she smiled down at him. He looked sadly at Ophelia, speaking in his eyes 'Am I to be cursed to feed on you forever? I must find my own...food, once at least.'
He stopped, trying to fight the urge to drink her blood. He couldn't duel with it, he clasped her hand in both of his and he drew her hand closer. He mumbled under her hand, "Will I hurt you at all?" He didn;t wait for her to answer, he began to drink again, faster this time. More hurried, like he had to be ready for something. He'd have to learn how to fight this desire. He'd had no idea that it would be that bad, being a vampire and drinking blood. He thought the hunger was like humans', it would be there but not taking over. It seemed that he was wrong. He couldn't, wouldn't stop.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 30, 2009 11:26:27 GMT -8
Galient let his head rest upon Ophelia's lap, exhausted from the pain. He drank slowly, letting his consciousness come back slowly, his strength being regained. He thought about what he had become, a creature. He promised to himself that he would never kill a human, not once. Even if his hunger overcame him, he would hold himself close so that he wouldn't kill one of human species. He swallowed constantly, letting the warm, candy-like liquid run down his throat. His thirst became less and less known, yet still withering around in his throat there were dry spots where he felt he needed to be fed more. He couldn't be sure how long he'd been drinking Ophelia's blood. 30 minutes? An hour? Two hours? It seemed like forever, the warmth of her hand matched the blood. Her other hand carresed his cheek and she smiled down at him. He looked sadly at Ophelia, speaking in his eyes 'Am I to be cursed to feed on you forever? I must find my own...food, once at least.' He stopped, trying to fight the urge to drink her blood. He couldn't duel with it, he clasped her hand in both of his and he drew her hand closer. He mumbled under her hand, "Will I hurt you at all?" He didn;t wait for her to answer, he began to drink again, faster this time. More hurried, like he had to be ready for something. He'd have to learn how to fight this desire. He'd had no idea that it would be that bad, being a vampire and drinking blood. He thought the hunger was like humans', it would be there but not taking over. It seemed that he was wrong. He couldn't, wouldn't stop.
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 30, 2009 14:26:00 GMT -8
A faint smile was on her lips as she looked down on Galient in a loving manner. She didn't mind him nursing at her hand. He needed to. So he wouldn't go on a vicious rampage...like she did. The memory burned in the back of her mind, true, she only killed two. Or she only remembered killing two.
That night, after her captor had turned her, he left her without blood. His blood. He did it on purpose. To watch some poor blood crazed woman run about the city at night, maming people...killing more. It must have been terrifying. Seeing such a pale girl ripping into some unsuspecting victem. A blood-thirsty ghost. True, she killed more than just two. She killed six in fact, but Ophelia could not remember the rest of them, all she could remember killing was Demtri and Edward.
She shook her head, responding to his question. It didn't hurt her really. Ophelia liked the feeling in fact. It feels good to be needed, she thought. Leaning down to him slowly, she kissed his forehead with the uttmost care. "Don't worry m'love..." she started. "You should be finished soon, you have to take half of my blood as I took half of yours. Only a few more minutes, alright? You'll know when you're done."
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jul 3, 2009 15:36:06 GMT -8
Galient fed, slowly but willingly. He didn't understand what she meant when she said he would know when he'd had enough. But, soon after she said this he felt full in a way, like he had had too much to drink at a party. He stopped drinking and turned his head away from her hand so her palm was on his cheek. "I'm okay, now." He said silently as he moved his hand to hers and held it in his own. He smiled genuinely and brought the strength up to himself so he would sit up. He sat with his back to Ophelia, then turned so he could see her. He also saw the blood strewn across his chest. He gulped and realized it was his own blood. He took a deep breath and looked back up at Ophelia. He shrugged smally.
He scooted over to her and kissed her cheek. "Now what?" He whispered as he closed his eyes. He had half of himself that wanted to sleep, but the other half that wanted this night to never end. He kissed her cheek again and then her jaw and then her neck, which pulsed with a density he'd never noticed before. He didn't have to fight the urge to not drink from her again, he was already full, but he had never realized her pulse so much. He continued to kiss up and down her neck and cheek, perhaps until she ouwld start to kiss him back.
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jul 3, 2009 17:52:11 GMT -8
Ophelia returned his smile and rested her head against the wall behind them. "Now," she said, closing her eyes trembling as he kissed up and down. "Now, you need to rest...not necesarrily sleep, but don't use a great deal of energy." She could feel him growing stronger by the minute. His body getting more used to this new way of living...if you could call it that.
Stopping him for a moment, she cupped his face in her hands. Ophelia snickered as she spotted a droplet of blood on his chin. "Looks like we have a messy eater" she said playfully and wipped it away. Her sweet smile was still one her lips as she leaned in to kiss him gently. What an incredible night, she thought.
Retracting herself from Galient, she rested her forehead on his and just smiled. "What do you think would be best dear?" it was basically the same as the one he'd asked but she still wanted to hear what he thought. The moment between them at this time was a little awkward, but sweet nonetheless.
She noticed the stain on his grey shirt. That's probably not the best thing to see after you've just been turned my dear, she thought to him. Looking down at herself, she noticed her angelic, little white dress was still in pristine condition. No blood on it. A soft blush was on her cheeks as she pulled up the low neckline. "Here.." she whispered, trying to distract herself, "Let me have your shirt, that's probably not what you want to see right now." Holding the hem of his shirt, she pulled it over his head and tossed on to the chair in the corner of the room, out of Galient's sight.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jul 6, 2009 8:36:58 GMT -8
He laughed quietly and his cheeks flushed, 'he was a messy eater' she said. How true that was, he thought to himself. He sat on the bed, a little drowsy and not ready to do anything energetic at the time. He slowly reached out his hand to Ophelia's and brought her closer to him, "I couldn't care less if we just lay down together and stared at the ceiling. As long as I'm with you, I'm happy." He smiled sweetly and pulled her down to the level of the bed and sat her down next to him. He sighed and noticed how much he wanted to lay down, not do anything, not sleep, not kiss, just lay down. So he did gently and sighed as he looked up at the ceiling.
"How much longer will this last, Ophelia?" He asked suddenly, "Will I be like this, exhausted, every time I have the hunger to feed? Or...is this just temporary and it will go away if I get some rest?" He asked these questions reluctantly, not knowing what the answer would be. He would have a pretty good guess of the answers, but he couldn't be sure. He looked at Ophelia and made a curious look. 'Will this last?' his eyes said. He dreadfully hoped not.
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