Alfred whispered gently into Alexia's ear, telling her haunting stories and myths and legends. His hand mindlessly trailed up and down her soft legs as he spoke, his voice low and haunting. He told a tale of a vampire that had come to claim a man whom she fed from as a child, and had been stabbed through the heart after she had made him into one of the `Nosferatu'.
Alexia's breathing seemed to quicken as he told the story with every gory detail and passage left in. He spoke of when the vampire seduced the man and took his blood in a low and sexy voice; making his sister shiver even more as his mindless hand passed up her leg again.
Even as he told this tale, the wind outside seemed to pick up once more as winter cast its yearly blanket of white across the near-deserted island. The snow fell softly at first; gentle droplets of frost and rain. The winds began to blow harshly, threatening to smash everything in its path to pieces. As the storm cast its eerie shadow over the entire island, the most ferocious hurricane that Rockfort had seen started to pass through every nook and cranny of the island. No underground passage was left dry as huge droplets of snow gathered at the entrances of the caves and then melted with the ever warm breezes from beyond the darkness, no tree was left standing as the terrific winds smashed into them, tackling them and holding their roots and trunks to the ground. Lightning flashed like a thousand bright stars and within seconds, the whole island was among the hurricane - the mansion being the only place to be left untouched by the storms mighty claw of ice and wind.
Alexia shivered and hugged her brother with thin and trembling arms as the wind whistled like never before. She whimpered softly and then stood - rising softly from the warm lap of her brother. Placing several pillows and the two duvets near the warm wood fire, she sat in the warmth and beckoned her sibling to come.
Alfred looked incredibly pale, she had decided, over the last few days. Not that he had been coloured before, but he was now thin and hungry looking, with a gleam of strength and knowledge in his evil blue eyes. He seemed to be more interested in the hospital wing as well, and had taken the nasty habit of attending every live autopsy that the ever-crazy Doctor Stoker performed.
And that smile...so hungry and lustful.
Alexia allowed herself to relax into her brother's eager arms, gently resting her head on his warm chest; her arms around him. She took note of his ever-staring blue eyes burning through her and turned to face him with a warm and gentle smile.
"Is there a problem, Dear?"
Her brother answered her question by shaking his head from side to side. "Nothing wrong..." He murmured, gently beginning to run his long boney fingers through her silky blond hair, "just admiring your beauty."
You've got to hand it to him...he tries.
Alexia responded to this by laughing gently, admiring every inch of his bold-featured face.
His soft blond hair was gelled back thickly by what seemed like a whole tub of hair gel; giving his hair a somewhat shine to it. His cheekbones stood out on either side of his face, adding to the boldness of his handsome features. Soft blue eyes that sparked and danced, with every lick of flame from the fire, gazed down at her lovingly as his tight pink lips pulled themselves into a smile. His pale skin made everything about his face stand out, making him noticeable in a crowd - she thought.
As he brushed her hair gently, he seemed to tilt her head sideways; exposing her soft neck flesh to him. Her milky white flesh smelled so good, he thought bending down to press his eager lips to her neck. He smiled and opened his mouth revealing two huge white incisors to the light; robbing him of his humanity quickly.
As he placed his lips to her flesh, he hesitated - hearing her sigh in defeat and love. His spell of love would bind her and prevent her from screaming whilst he fed. The curse would creep into her body and make her limp and unable to pull away from him; rendering her helpless. It would tighten her throat, preventing all screams and cries for help, until she awoke the next morning - if Alfred didn't bleed her dry that was...
Without second thought of wrong or right, he plunged both fangs into the soft flesh; sighing as the metallic taste of her blood ran onto his tongue, forcing him to lap at her like a dog. She murmured something inaudible as he fed - her hand gripping the back of his shirt tightly. Alfred tore his head away and whispered softly into her ear.
"Join me..." He hissed, licking the wound clean, "agree to become `Nosferatu' and I shall give you my gift." Truthfully, he hated giving his victim options. They would always begin screaming as soon as he spoke and he was usually forced to snap their necks in order to prevent them from uttering a sound. His sister, however, merely lay with her head rolled back and gazed softly into his watery eyes.
Smiling and reaching out to touch his face with one white-gloved hand, she whispered, "Give me your gift and allow me to join you - to hunt with you. I-I wish for the gift of immortal life..." and then she was silent again.
Smiling, Alfred rolled up one sleeve and presented his thin wrist to her. With a small gentle sweep over his fangs, the skin broke and the wound flowed blood as red and as dark as the fire itself. He placed his wrist to her lips. "Drink my sweet," he purred, "you need to drink from me and let me enter you through the wound. Allow me to seep into your veins and arteries. Let my spirit creep into your heart and stop it cold. Let us be one."
Alexia sighed in adoration and pressed her lips close on his arm. Alfred smiled and then ran his hand over her face as she drank, his long nails raking across her smooth pale skin.
Alexia's breathing seemed to quicken as he told the story with every gory detail and passage left in. He spoke of when the vampire seduced the man and took his blood in a low and sexy voice; making his sister shiver even more as his mindless hand passed up her leg again.
Even as he told this tale, the wind outside seemed to pick up once more as winter cast its yearly blanket of white across the near-deserted island. The snow fell softly at first; gentle droplets of frost and rain. The winds began to blow harshly, threatening to smash everything in its path to pieces. As the storm cast its eerie shadow over the entire island, the most ferocious hurricane that Rockfort had seen started to pass through every nook and cranny of the island. No underground passage was left dry as huge droplets of snow gathered at the entrances of the caves and then melted with the ever warm breezes from beyond the darkness, no tree was left standing as the terrific winds smashed into them, tackling them and holding their roots and trunks to the ground. Lightning flashed like a thousand bright stars and within seconds, the whole island was among the hurricane - the mansion being the only place to be left untouched by the storms mighty claw of ice and wind.
Alexia shivered and hugged her brother with thin and trembling arms as the wind whistled like never before. She whimpered softly and then stood - rising softly from the warm lap of her brother. Placing several pillows and the two duvets near the warm wood fire, she sat in the warmth and beckoned her sibling to come.
Alfred looked incredibly pale, she had decided, over the last few days. Not that he had been coloured before, but he was now thin and hungry looking, with a gleam of strength and knowledge in his evil blue eyes. He seemed to be more interested in the hospital wing as well, and had taken the nasty habit of attending every live autopsy that the ever-crazy Doctor Stoker performed.
And that smile...so hungry and lustful.
Alexia allowed herself to relax into her brother's eager arms, gently resting her head on his warm chest; her arms around him. She took note of his ever-staring blue eyes burning through her and turned to face him with a warm and gentle smile.
"Is there a problem, Dear?"
Her brother answered her question by shaking his head from side to side. "Nothing wrong..." He murmured, gently beginning to run his long boney fingers through her silky blond hair, "just admiring your beauty."
You've got to hand it to him...he tries.
Alexia responded to this by laughing gently, admiring every inch of his bold-featured face.
His soft blond hair was gelled back thickly by what seemed like a whole tub of hair gel; giving his hair a somewhat shine to it. His cheekbones stood out on either side of his face, adding to the boldness of his handsome features. Soft blue eyes that sparked and danced, with every lick of flame from the fire, gazed down at her lovingly as his tight pink lips pulled themselves into a smile. His pale skin made everything about his face stand out, making him noticeable in a crowd - she thought.
As he brushed her hair gently, he seemed to tilt her head sideways; exposing her soft neck flesh to him. Her milky white flesh smelled so good, he thought bending down to press his eager lips to her neck. He smiled and opened his mouth revealing two huge white incisors to the light; robbing him of his humanity quickly.
As he placed his lips to her flesh, he hesitated - hearing her sigh in defeat and love. His spell of love would bind her and prevent her from screaming whilst he fed. The curse would creep into her body and make her limp and unable to pull away from him; rendering her helpless. It would tighten her throat, preventing all screams and cries for help, until she awoke the next morning - if Alfred didn't bleed her dry that was...
Without second thought of wrong or right, he plunged both fangs into the soft flesh; sighing as the metallic taste of her blood ran onto his tongue, forcing him to lap at her like a dog. She murmured something inaudible as he fed - her hand gripping the back of his shirt tightly. Alfred tore his head away and whispered softly into her ear.
"Join me..." He hissed, licking the wound clean, "agree to become `Nosferatu' and I shall give you my gift." Truthfully, he hated giving his victim options. They would always begin screaming as soon as he spoke and he was usually forced to snap their necks in order to prevent them from uttering a sound. His sister, however, merely lay with her head rolled back and gazed softly into his watery eyes.
Smiling and reaching out to touch his face with one white-gloved hand, she whispered, "Give me your gift and allow me to join you - to hunt with you. I-I wish for the gift of immortal life..." and then she was silent again.
Smiling, Alfred rolled up one sleeve and presented his thin wrist to her. With a small gentle sweep over his fangs, the skin broke and the wound flowed blood as red and as dark as the fire itself. He placed his wrist to her lips. "Drink my sweet," he purred, "you need to drink from me and let me enter you through the wound. Allow me to seep into your veins and arteries. Let my spirit creep into your heart and stop it cold. Let us be one."
Alexia sighed in adoration and pressed her lips close on his arm. Alfred smiled and then ran his hand over her face as she drank, his long nails raking across her smooth pale skin.