Chap. 1:
A raven cawed overhead, atop the old, black, worn gate. Beyond that lead to, His castle. The castle of the infamous Lord Darkstar. 'Just another chance to earn money', though D, pulling slightly on the reins to stop his mechanical horse. The horse screeched to a stop, obviously needing to be either oiled or replaced. "You aren't going in there, are you? I mean... you know how.." Left hand's obnoxious voice was silenced by a squeeze of D's hand. "Not now.." he simply said, his deep voice monotonous and calm, as usual.
He looked at the huge, gothic style castle that every vampyre seemed to have. This vampyre was no different. Probably having his minions ready to supposedly kill any hunter that came within miles. It was all the same deal.
D sighed, tipping his hat over his face, releasing his squeeze and hearing Left Hand trail on about this and that, complaining about everything from not being able to breathe, to D being insane... 'All the same', he thought, sighing again...
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'Oh, I do hope someone gets me out of here', though Kara, a tear falling down her cheek... Looking out the window, to a drear and gloomy courtyard that was now flooded with rain. Things looked hopeless, and there was nothing she could do about it... Nothing, but committ suicide by jumping out the window, which, well, that was never guaranteed to work.
A loud knock sounded at the door and she jumped from the cushioned windowpane, standing up straight and straightening herself. "Yes, come in" came her soft, but innocent sounding voice. Running her fingers through her blonde hair, she watched as a shadowy figure came in the door, the glint of his pearly white fangs clearly being seen as he smirked, watching his beautiful 'guest'.
"Hello my sweet little tart, how did you sleep yesterday?", he tilted his head as he came and embraced her, his lips passing over his neck, his nose smelling the fresh, wildly pumping blood that rushed through her veins. His long, silky black hair flowing over his shoulders, covering both their faces, so he could see her clearly.
She answered back, soflty gulping, "I slept well m'lord," a horrible lie for one who could read her mind...
"Aye, you lie my sweet," and with that, he picked her up in his arms and kissed her deeply, savoring her pure taste, hardening down below from wanting her so badly.... He felt her all over, while she merely let him, so scared she couldn't do anything but be helpess and let him ravage her if he wanted to.
"Oh, you taste so good, but I want more of you my sweet, oh yes, I want more..." he then threw her onto the waiting bed and crawled over her, his green eyes turning gold. And as his fangs bared and got nearer to her neck, she prayed, "Please, someone, help me..." and with that, as his fangs pierced her neck, darkness and ecstacy overtook her.
A raven cawed overhead, atop the old, black, worn gate. Beyond that lead to, His castle. The castle of the infamous Lord Darkstar. 'Just another chance to earn money', though D, pulling slightly on the reins to stop his mechanical horse. The horse screeched to a stop, obviously needing to be either oiled or replaced. "You aren't going in there, are you? I mean... you know how.." Left hand's obnoxious voice was silenced by a squeeze of D's hand. "Not now.." he simply said, his deep voice monotonous and calm, as usual.
He looked at the huge, gothic style castle that every vampyre seemed to have. This vampyre was no different. Probably having his minions ready to supposedly kill any hunter that came within miles. It was all the same deal.
D sighed, tipping his hat over his face, releasing his squeeze and hearing Left Hand trail on about this and that, complaining about everything from not being able to breathe, to D being insane... 'All the same', he thought, sighing again...
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'Oh, I do hope someone gets me out of here', though Kara, a tear falling down her cheek... Looking out the window, to a drear and gloomy courtyard that was now flooded with rain. Things looked hopeless, and there was nothing she could do about it... Nothing, but committ suicide by jumping out the window, which, well, that was never guaranteed to work.
A loud knock sounded at the door and she jumped from the cushioned windowpane, standing up straight and straightening herself. "Yes, come in" came her soft, but innocent sounding voice. Running her fingers through her blonde hair, she watched as a shadowy figure came in the door, the glint of his pearly white fangs clearly being seen as he smirked, watching his beautiful 'guest'.
"Hello my sweet little tart, how did you sleep yesterday?", he tilted his head as he came and embraced her, his lips passing over his neck, his nose smelling the fresh, wildly pumping blood that rushed through her veins. His long, silky black hair flowing over his shoulders, covering both their faces, so he could see her clearly.
She answered back, soflty gulping, "I slept well m'lord," a horrible lie for one who could read her mind...
"Aye, you lie my sweet," and with that, he picked her up in his arms and kissed her deeply, savoring her pure taste, hardening down below from wanting her so badly.... He felt her all over, while she merely let him, so scared she couldn't do anything but be helpess and let him ravage her if he wanted to.
"Oh, you taste so good, but I want more of you my sweet, oh yes, I want more..." he then threw her onto the waiting bed and crawled over her, his green eyes turning gold. And as his fangs bared and got nearer to her neck, she prayed, "Please, someone, help me..." and with that, as his fangs pierced her neck, darkness and ecstacy overtook her.