A Sire's Return, and a Lady's Abduction.02:57 Aug 10 2011
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Soft, near inaudible, singing could be heard throughout the main room of the tavern as a single woman danced about. It was a late evening, none were awake at such an hour, so none were able to see the beauty move about. Crimson tresses, rich in their dark red color, trailed through the air as she spun about, resting in waves down her back only when she was still. Eyes of such a pure emerald in color, danced in the lighting as she sung, the ruby tinted lips parting to reveal petite fangs as the bell like voice passed through to echo lightly off the stone walls. A gown of the finest silks, rich in both garnet and onyx colors, molded to her form and enhancing generous female curves that had many staring. The rich fabric caressed pale peach skin, creating a simply seductive figure. Light caught upon the few accessories she had chose to wear, and drew the eye to where they rested, one sung against her throat while another rested upon the swell of her breast, both holding importance to her. The choker, the soft leather that lay snug against her slender neck, held an inlay of seals, tho the function of said seals was never revealed, while the other, the pendant that rested so innocently yet teasingly upon the swell of her breasts, held the crest of the Eladamri family. It was by these adornments, as well as her coloring, that the identity of this woman was given away. Yes, Crimson Aurion of Eladamri, Lady of the shadows and Elder to the fallen lands as well as the Lasombra clan, stood within the tavern singing a song from her homeland. It wasn't until the shadows, something that she always had dancing along her feet, flickered, indicating that one was entering, someone she knew wasn't her little one, that she stopped. Silk whispered against her frame as she turned to where she thought the intruder was and spoke in a voice colored with a irish accent. ''Who is there?"
At hearing the womans words, a deep and rather sinful sounding chuckle echoed throughout the tavern, causing a mild shiver to visably travel the womans spine. "My dear Crimson, my passionate beauty, I did say I would be returning for you." rich dark words spilled from this unknown males mouth, words that cause the emerald eyed beauty to stiffen in waht appeared to be shock and fear. "Did you forget that I was coming my love, my 'childe'?'' he asked in the same seductive tone before stepping into view. Pure black silk, that was the best way to describe him, or was what came to mind with many females. Ebony colored strands, short in length and in a messy, but appealing, array topped his head, while eyes the color of bronze looked over the woman in a lustful possessive way, trailing over her curves as tho he was undressing her. Skin possessing a light bronze was covered by black leather and silk, the clothing only enhancing the well built frame of a warrior underneath. The outfit itself was rather simple in design, consisting of a simple silk shirt, black in color, covered by a form fitting black leather vest upon his torso while supple black leather clung to his legs and boots made of what could only appear to be dragonhide, if the shining of the black scales was any indication, encased his calves and feet. While the outfit was simple, it only enhanced his presence. He carried no adornments, unless one was to count the sword that hung upon his side as one. It too was plain in its apeparance, a simple sheath and silver hilt all that was displayed. "You have been away fro far too long my love, it is time to return home." he stated, his voice carrying the same irish tones that the females held, as her walked towards her. He couldn't help but be rather amused at the womans shocked appearance and let a hand come up and brush through her soft locks as he managed to get behind her and catch her in an embrace. "Mmm, still holding such vibrante color, these blood colored strands of yours."
'No, it cannot be him. It just cannot be' were the raging thoughts of our dear elder. It couldnt be, yet she knew it was. Her old love, her sire, had returned from Odin knows where. "William.." came the whispered name, causing both her body to tense, and the holder of the name to smirk as it was spoken. "Ah so you do remember me. I had feared you had forgotten." his words caused her to shut her eyes, if only not to feel as though she was drowning. So lost in the familiar tones, the memories that his voice alone brought, she never noticed his approach until he had gotten behind her, and run his fingers through her hair. "No! Do not touch me!" she ordered, eyes snapping open as she tried to move, only to find that she could not. Oh how she hated how her body betrayed her at times, how instinct drove her to lean into her sire's touch, into the embrace he provided. It caused him to chuckle, his hand trailing down from her hair to the fron of her bodice, groaping and kneading at her breast, which caused her to stifle a moan, before settling where he knew her scar lay. Why wouldnt he, since he was the reason she held such a scar in the firsst place. "Still so much fight my crimson beauty, such passion you hold. You make me crave you." he whispered to her, right before his fingers dipped into her core, his free hand having managed to hike her skirts up to her thigh, and causing her to cry out. 'No! no no no! I have Wolf! I have my pirate!' she screamed in her mind, right before the sharp, yet sensual, feeling of fangs piercing her skin managed to get her to move. She wrenched herself from his grip, skirts settling back into their proper place while blood flowed along her pale skin. "I am not yours anymore William! You lost me centuries ago." she explained, fearing the look within his eyes as he approached her yet again. She was weak, and she doubted she would be able to fight him off again, so she was helpless when he caged her again, his hands once again groping at her, even as she weakly tried to push him away.
He saw how she reacted, felt it on his fingers, to his touch and William couldn't be more pleased. As his hands went about teasing her womanly folds, as well as kneading her breast, he leaned down and swiftly bit into her skin, letting her sweet blood coat his tongue before she managed to jerk away from his hold. 'She looks so devine like that.' he thought to himself before her words registered in his mind. 'She denies that she is mine? Telling me that I have no hold on her anymore when her body reacts as so?' his thoughts turned possessive, and as his body caged her to the wall, he let a smirk grace his features at her trembling. A hand came up and resumed its torture to her breast, while the other tangled itself in her thick red mane. "You say such things, yet your body yearns for my touch. You think I'll simply let that pirate have you my passion?" he questioned, simply amused at the widening of her eyes. "Oh yes my dear, I know of your ties to those here, and I shall be severing them tonight" he stated, reaching up with the hand not tangled in her hair, ripping the sealing collar from her neck. From there, he let it clatter to the floor, the noise echoing like a pin in the dead silence as he took her lips into a possessive kiss. He felt her struggles, felt her try to pull from him, but it was little problem for soon her body gave in and she just hung there in his embrace. He pulled back, and pet her hair as glazed eyes, something that only he could create with the control he held of his 'childe' stared up at him. "Come my beauty, I shall take you back to the homeland before the week is done, and I shall claim you as my bride" he stated and started to guide her out from the one place she knew of as home now.
'Back to the homeland? No I dont wish to return to that place! I do not want to leave my family!' her voice cried out in her mind, as it seemed to have fled her in real life due to his possessive kiss. She struggled against him, against the control he held over her and was winning to a point. She managed to hold her ground and stop him from guiding her out of the tavern, out of her home, but in the process she had also managed to gain his ire. "No I wont leave here. This is my home now, and you are not my love any longer!" she exclaimed, hugging herself and glaring fiercly at him. "You leave me no choice my love, if only you had come quietly'' she heard him say before a wave of exhaustion sweept over her. Her eyes widened slightly, knowing what he was doing before slowly drifting shut on her. "No! I dont want to leave my family...Luciender...Llan..owar...Wo..l..f" her words were slurred with sleep,trailing off at the end of her pirates name, and she swayed where she stood before feeling arms catch her as she fell. It was with the last of her will that she reached up for her bloodstained pendant, the one containing the crest of her family, and ripped it from her slender neck. It too clattered to the floor, but William cared little for his goal was to sever the ties she held, and she had just done him a favor by removing the pendant. Crim hoped that one of her family would notice the pendant, notice her blood staining it and would put two and two together, since she never took either of her necklaces off, so she had ripped the Eladamri crest from her neck in a desperate attempt to show something was wrong. She knew nothing more after the forced sleep was placed upon her however, and with that the Lady Crimson had been taken from her home by her sire, the only thing left was the bloodied pendant that lay upon the floor as well as a damaged sealing collar, both glinting in the light. Unbeknownst to Crim, or even her sire, a small ceature had been watching the entire thing, and would let one of the three the lady mentioned know about what had happened if they did not find the pendant or collar.
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