Dead Night (B.N & S.N Trilogy) Blood + Sacred

[♥Fleur Morte♥]

((Big post... Big post xD
Anyway just a heads up that starting from today to Monday next week I'll be finishing up my Ancient History 'Religion in Ancient Delphi' assignment... but it doesn't mean I won't post, I just means it'll probably won't be up for a day))

The raspy disused voice of Edward allowed Lou to come slowly back to his senses. His eyes turned back to their regular dark ocean blue. Lou sniffed, looking down at the corpse like creature that eyed him off hungrily. His mouth opened slightly uttering a single word "Father". He wiped the streams of red of his porcelain cheeks. He wanted to continue crying but he knew very well that Edward, his father was right; crying with his tears would only provoke the hungry beast that lurks inside all vampires to lash out.

Lou's eyes looked down sorrowfully. He assumed from the various searches for Edward that were documented in his journal from two centuries ago meant that he'd probably been in the coffin for those two centuries. A pathetic childish whimpered escaped his lips, his thoughts drifting to how it must have been like being buried alive and all the thoughts that must have passed through Edward's head as he lay there hopelessly. His eyes desperately tried to hold back their tears. "I... I... I'll... I'm going to find someone that can help you" he whispered.

With great strength Lou leapt up from Edward's coffin and up to the top of the twelve feet deep pit that he had dug. Lou's eyes desperately searched the nearby surrounding for an easy target by sadly his heart knew that nothing was ever that easy, the whole street was deserted. A deep frown crossed his youthful face. He'd have to leave Edward alone for a few minutes while he scouted the other streets.

Without further delay Lou bolted out of the church ground and into the isolated war damaged streets. Although maintaining his normal agility Lou was running slower than he normally would do at night. Despite most of the streets being in ruins and its houses long abandoned, there was still a potential that a human could see and recognise his heritage. That’s why running at a slower pace was less likely to set a human into hysteria.

Lou inhaled deeply through his nose in an attempt to see if any humans were around. He turned sharply to the left, darting past an abandoned tank. He had scented someone and by the scent it was female, which was good because generally they were easier to persuade... well at least for someone that looked eleven.

Eventually, after a considerable amount of time following the scent his eyes finally gazed upon his young female victim. He waved his arms high up into the air as he approached her. "Hey Miss! Help! Please Help me!" he yelled, his voice pleading to his unfortunate prey. The woman turned around in confusion and curiosity. She listened intently to Lou as he explained about his unfortunate situation 'and how his father fell down a large hole and broke his leg'. The woman, worried for Lou's father agreed to follow and help.

Lou took the lady's hand and led her back to Edward's deep grave at a steady pace. Worry for Edward's safety began to cloud his mind. What if a Human found him, what if an 'Immortal Hunter' found him? He had already been through enough and Edward didn't need to be thrown right into the battlefield yet. He resisted the urge to let go of the woman's hand and quicken his pace in fear that she may not be able to keep up with his agile pace.

It was fifteen minutes before Lou returned back to the churchyard. He held the lady's hand firmly in his own and led her to hole. The lady peered into the abyssal hole, her eyes widening as he stared at the monstrosity that lay below. She opened her mouth about to scream but Lou's hand quickly covered it, muffling an sound produced. Lou face turned full of malice and dark, maniacal humour, "I'm sorry that I have to have to do this," he purred "But after all you humans are just our... Cattle". With a quick jab to the back of the lady's neck, where the spine met the skull, the lady fell unconscious into Lou's arms.

His eyes widened with realisation of had just said and felt toward the poor lady. A sickening feeling of shame filled his heart. However this was not the first time he had toyed with humans and had not meant to do so... or maybe he had? Maybe he was slowly turning into Cue?

He brought the lady down carefully and offered her to Edward. He was full prepared to be lectured if Edward heard his comment from before.
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A mad drunk laughter of echoed through the streets of Outer Paris. Cue lay flat on his back in an alley holding a small black kitten in his hands. A large distant smile stretched across his face, "Aren't you the cutest little critter in the world" he mused bringing the tiny feline close to his chest. He snuggled into the kitten and rolled to his side. He smirked at the soft velvety purring kitten, "Now you be a good boy and stay by my side until I wake up...if you don't... you die" he chuckled softly slowly falling to sleep. His eyes heavy from a night's celebration were eager to get some well deserved rest and had no difficulty closing. Within minutes Cue was asleep with the little kitten by his side.

On the roof-tops above where Cue slept, three men dress in full fitted space age armour suits with helmets crept close to the roof's edge armed with powerful multi-shot tranquilliser guns. These men were special Bounty Hunters that searched specially for nuisance immortals in the Outer City to capture and sell to egger scientists. The Bounty Hunters had been rung several times on their hotline during the night about a raving drunk immortal terrorising the slums with his singing and have come to take him of the citizen's hands.

The Bounty Hunter positioned their tranquillisers and scoped in on his thigh and butt. All aimed their weapons down at the sleeping figure. "Three... Two... One... Fire" one whispered on his internal helmet microphone. All fired a shot each in the thigh and back side of Cue.

Cue awoke suddenly from his short nap, feeling three sharp pricks in his thigh. He turned and stared wide eyed at his attackers as the fired another round of their darts filled with powerful sedatives. Cue eyes rolled back into his skull he snarled effortlessly at his attacker, his body becoming completely numb within a few seconds. White froth became to seep from the corners of his mouth, he slumped back to the ground, coughing. He reached out in a futile attempt grab something to pull himself back up but failed miserably, his arm falling to his side as he fell unconscious.

Slowly the Bounty Hunter's climbed down off the roof, keeping their distance with guns ready to fire again if he still away. Once they felt confident that truly unconscious the moved to secure him with strength resisting handcuffs. One of the Bounty Hunters took a sheet of white card and pin out of one of his suit's pockets. He took hold of Cue's right hand pricking his finger with the pin and letting the blood drop on to the white card. With patience the card turned from white to a pitch black. The Bounty Hunter gasped showing the card to the others, "It's a demon... we caught our first demon!" he exclaimed. One of the Hunters took off his helmet to take a closer look. The Hunter rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "This is good, very good... demons on Earth are very rare and we could get a lot of money for this guy" he said softly "Come on lets put this guy in the truck".

Two of the Hunters picked up Cue and took him into the main street while the other followed closely behind. The Hunter's took Cue into the truck and strapped him to a stretcher next a unconscious vampire.
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Sek turned around to see Radella's face changed from gloomy to one full of genuine glee. He didn't know really want to think of this sudden change of mood, he had experienced changes in Radella's mood before but never anything this sudden. Tears of joy began to well up inside Sek's dark eyes when she kissed him on the lips, such joyous affection made his body all warm and full of hope. He smiled back a her leading on into the kitchen.

He walked over the the refrigerator and took out a blood pack, placing it on the counter. He took out a crystal wine glass from under the counter and made a small tear in the top of the the blood pack, pouring the contents into the glass. He passed the glass to Radella and listened to her.

Sek looked down at the ground, his mind going over what she had just said. Being an immortal he had always supported the Resistance but not war. Long ago he had once started a war against the humans and had paid dearly for it after he lost when the gods got involved to save mankind, only this time the gods were not going to save anyone. Sek shook his head in distaste, "I believe in reason not war, we have already seen enough war in these last two centuries, we know very well that no war is without bloodshed" he sighed. His eyebrows furrowed, "But sometime I think it's the only option we have" he groaned. He rested his arms on the counter and lent forward to Radella, "My love...Do you think the gods have really abandoned us? Or do you believe that their just waiting for the right time?" he asked, flexing his stiff hands.

[Sacred Sin]

~/:o:/ Ĵιɢα Ƥɛиʋмвяα /:o:/~

A half an hour later, and the Siren boy looked nothing so much like a battered lump of rotten fruit, bruised, beaten, and littered with ugly colors blossoming across his alabaster skin. Jiga had torn him apart again and again, only to fix him up once more and repeat the process over again, bringing him to the edge of death as many times as he could come up with creative ways to get him there. He essentially felt like a jigsaw puzzle master, because he kept picking up the pieces and fitting them back together to equate the worn, agonized boy, before scrambling them up again, to enjoy the satisfaction all over. A sneer seemed permanently curled on his lips, and his eyes were glowing like fire, showing little glimpses of the monster beneath the demon’s handsome, if not eccentric, exterior. He was still floating, singing merrily to some incomprehensible tune with no real words, and his white-blond, wavy hair whispered across his forehead in golden strands. It contrasted harshly with the dark rings around his intense eyes—it was like shadow and darkness itself clung to his pale skin—and made him appear that much more inhuman. He ran his tongue over his teeth and hissed out a nasty chuckle as the Siren released a particularly pathetic whimper.

“So, I’ve been wondering for a while now, little bird….” Jiga began jovially, tapping a slender, black-tipped finger against his chin and pursing his lips in a thoughtful display. The boy cowered away from him, pleas and begs for mercy dropping from his lips like heavy stones, but being ignored by the demon. “Hell, I'll be straight with ya, kid! I want to know if you'll still sing so sweet if you’re set on fire?” At that, his lips pulled back into a truly fearsome smile, one full of teeth and malice and a ravenousness entirely bestial in nature. “What say we try it out, hmmm?” With a flourish that was more for show than necessity, a lighter appeared in his left hand. He opened it with a smooth motion that spoke of much practice, regarding the kindled flame with something like affection, watching it flicker and jump like a tiny, wild creature. It fluttered like it had a heartbeat. With his other hand, he flicked at the boy and suddenly the Siren was drenched in lighter fluid, the strong, oily smell filling his nostrils, giving him the sense something slick was sliding down his throat, and making him wrinkle his nose. The boy grew very quiet and his eyes grew very wide very quickly, like he couldn’t comprehend what was happening to him. “Let’s turn you into a Phoenix, instead of a Mockingbird. And don't worry, kid, they'll patch ya up good as new when I'm done. You'll be pretty again. Hell, just like a Phoenix!” Jiga purred, and in the next instant, flames roared from the lighter, as though hungry to lick at flesh and burn bone, much larger than fire from such a source should be. It drew towards the Siren like an animal on the prowl and there was no way he could avoid it before he was ablaze. The screams were some of the most beautiful Jiga had ever heard, and absentmindedly he lit a cigarette on a passing flame as the boy cried and ran like a chicken with its head cut off around the pit, flailing his arms, enjoying the little show. As he passed, his nail caught on Jiga’s cheek, leaving a fine trail of black blood, almost as if someone had taken a pen and drew across his white as paper flesh with it. He barely blinked, before setting his feet on the ground and walking out of the arena, knowing who the obvious victor was, and listening to the roar of the crowd as he left. They were pleased. Very pleased. He had made sure they received their money’s worth. With a sigh, he extinguished the flames on the Siren boy and heard a sob of relief. He never stayed for the punishments. It was no longer about him at that point, and it was a bit like torturing an ant with a magnifying glass. His opponents were too weak to be of any interest by then.

Jiga took a drag on his cigarette, bringing the smoke into his lungs like one might accept a lover’s embrace, and holding it there, feeling it swirling against the dead flesh, before releasing it in gusts of gray tendrils that eventually took the shape of a snake devouring its own tail. “Hell of a fight, that was. Kids must be getting rusty these days.” He murmured, closing his lips around the stick again and watching the end light up with crimson as the embers flared. Another sigh and his suit was back on. He manually undid the first two buttons of the hot pink undershirt and cracked his neck. “Well, hell, I don’t know what to do now. I expected much more out of that. All it did was build up some tension.” An errant thought crossed his mind, and he recalled the little good deed he had done for Corbett, a sly little twist of his lips dominating his face and oozing confidence. Well, he should get a thank you for that, now shouldn’t he? Grinning devilishly by then, he teleported to where he could feel the vampire’s aura, dropping the cigarette in the void between worlds, not paying much thought to whether it would stay there or disintegrate into nothingness.

“Hey, hi, how ya doing?” Jiga greeted, crossing his lean arms and appraising the half-crazed creature with barely veiled curiosity. There had been…bad blood between them in the past, but Jiga rarely held grudges for long. As far as he was concerned, the slate was pretty much wiped clean by now, and he could always get his revenge in the arena.



~/:o:/ Яα∂ɛℓℓα Ƨσяα /:o:/~

“And what if there is reason in war?” Radella asked calmly, accepting the wine glass filled with blood and taking a small sip of the crimson liquid and swishing it over her tongue in a wave of salty sweet flavor. Any other night it probably would have made her feel sick, but with her recent return to herself, she found her appetite had increased some and the thought of eating wasn’t nearly so nauseating as before. He teeth extended, a natural reaction to her ingesting the life blood, and clinked gently against the crystal, chiming like a very soft, small bell. “No, certainly there is no war without some form of sadness and loss. But that is also the way of life. The humans have shown that diplomacy won’t be accepted, so if we must, brute force will be implemented.”

“Sometimes war is both inevitable and unavoidable when there are radicals, terrorists, and those prejudiced against people different from them. Hate is bred in this world from ignorance, just like fear is, and if the humans stopped to consider that for centuries we have been around and haven’t put chains on their ankles and strapped leashes to their necks, perhaps we could avoid the oncoming conflict with them. But as it stands, they are foolish, arrogant, and fearful. They treat my people like dirt, like animals, and cut them open on metal tables like a frog’s to be dissected. If setting my people free means that there must be more bloodshed, then so be it. I will not be ashamed of what I am, nor will I hide in the shadows for eternity to stay safe from the cruelty of humanity. If I die, it will be with several humans accompanying me to hell.” Radella said, conviction firm in her soft, yet strong voice. Her emerald eyes flared with fire, and she nodded to herself, her lips pressing into firm lines as she swirled the blood around like a crimson whirlpool, watching as it returned to its tranquil, untouched surface. She reflected briefly on the fact that that was very much like life. Sometimes it could be violent and unpredictable, but it could also be smooth and calm. Too much of either unsettled people. Maybe that was why some wars were started. People were afraid of their happiness ending, afraid that things were going too well, and in their fear and anxiety, caused problems for themselves.

“I don’t know, Sek.” She said honestly, draining the last of her cup and setting it down without a sound, cushioning it with her pinky finger. “It’s like…we’re cut off from the World of the Gods. Something isn’t right. I don’t think it is as simple as being abandoned or waiting for the proper moment. It’s like a veil…or like a thick, soupy mist. It’s complicated.”



~/:o:/ Є∂ωαя∂ Ɔαƨтɛℓℓσ /:o:/~

Edward nearly cried out in distress as Lou disappeared, murmuring something about finding help. He made agitated, desperate, little whimpers, his eyes wide and frantic as they scanned the skies and what little he could see of the land, anxiously awaiting his adoptive son’s return. Being alone again did little to help his already frayed nerves, and the more time dragged on, the more irrationality set in. Like maybe he was in hell. Or maybe Lou abandoned him because he was too much trouble. Another pitiful cry was rent from his parched lips and he feebly lifted his hands, reaching for a boy that wasn’t even there anymore. A part of his mind, one of the few places that remained collected and whole, reprimanded him for being so weak. He was a millennium old vampire for god’s sakes! But the ground…the coffin…it had done terrible things to him…things that may never be reversible.

At last, the sound of approaching footsteps reached his ears, and he released a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. A burst of wind carried two scents into his coffin—Lou and some human girl—and caused his lank, greasy caramel bangs to brush against his withered forehead. He heard something urgent being said about Lou’s “father with a broken leg” and even in his half-delirious state, a wry smile curved his lips.

While Edward heard Lou’s….callous, inhuman words the hunger was far too strong at that moment, and lectures were pushed to the side in favor of finally, finally eating after centuries of being starved. The body was lowered and he sank his elongated fangs into her neck without thought, nothing more than a bloodthirsty, ravenous animal, his eyes crimson and his nostrils flaring at the smell of so much life and food. Any other circumstances and he would have been disgusted with himself, but she smelled so good…and the blood was so warm and delicious…He drained half of her before some of his prior sense returned in his hunger-addled head. With great willpower, he slid his fangs out of her neck, like a knife cutting through butter, and ran his tongue over them, licking up any trace drops of blood. Slowly, his red eyes shifted back to their stunning amber color, and he breathed in deeply, shuddering a little as the blood ran rampant through his veins, giving him strength and replenishing organs and muscles that had practically withered away.

“Thank you.” Edward croaked, lifting his hand and rubbing his cheek wearily, peering up at Lou even as he held the unconscious girl gently in his arms, the guilt of draining so much hitting him full throttle now. “It’s been…centuries since I’ve eaten.” He admitted after some silence. “Lou, I must…get somewhere safe…somewhere I can rest for a bit before hunting again. I must contact the other vampires…” A frown graced his pale lips and a hacking cough forced them open. The type of cough that reached deep in his lungs and rubbed his throat raw. “What is…what is the world like?”


{Ugh, I'm not very happy with this post. *sighs* But, I wanted to get something up.
Take your time with posting. :'D I understand better than anyone that RL takes precedence sometimes.}

[Sacred Sin]

{Dude. Dude. Oh my god! I just thought of a companion for Jiga. It'll be like a little minion or something. Like a cat or crow, but part demon so it can speak and perform small bits of magic. He likes cats, so maybe that...but what do you think? What type of animal suits Jiga?

Speaking of sexy, bada** pain in the butts, I rewatched "Rise of the Guardian" the other day and went onto Youtube to watch a few scenes again, because the dialogue and effects are just stunning, and damn if the fandoms didn't get me in a stranglehold. I loved Pitch already but....Black Ice. *O* I haven't been inspired to do RPs based on pairings in a really long time, but it managed to that to me. }

[♥Fleur Morte♥]

((It'd be interesting if Jiga had a companion... Giving the posts I have read I could suggest many animals for Jiga... I could suggest a monkey because of his cheeky, mischievous aspects, a Hyena for his dark humour or a Leopard or another cat for the way he toys with his victims... a tiger wouldn't be suitable though, because I believe they seek more solitude surroundings than the others and Jiga is an extrovert... in my mind a crow wouldn't suit him either because to me they are more akin to mystic creature or a messenger of death. A serpent could be an option but I could see Cosette have one as a companion more than Jiga... Possibly if you can't find a real animal maybe a creature like the Mongoose Gef? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gef I believe he could be an excellent companion for Jiga

I haven't seen 'Rise of the Guardians' yet... but I saw that it got a good rating... also my Video Store, the only close one on my side of the river has just closed down because they're extending the shopping centre *gloom*))

Corbett was seated on his horrific marble slab he called a bed with his chin resting on his knees. His eyes stared at the crudely cut stone wall that was once part of the quarry, their blue depths thinking and contemplating various things. The floor of his cell was littered with various items of rotting and mould covered clothing, a lot of the stuff unworn and given to him as gifts in hope to cheer him up. There was no furniture in his room or technology or recreational item, except for the clothes, his room was completely empty.

For over half an hour Corbett had been contemplating about what he was going to say when Jiga, who no doubt wanted a 'Thank you' for giving him the blood, ran into him again. His fingers traced over the rim of glass that had contained the blood Jiga had given to him. This act of kindness had torn his emotions in to. Corbett hated Jiga because he was a demon, a cruel demon that had fought in the past but now it was like his eyes had opened to see the demon for the first time. He did not know why but he admired Jiga for some reason; his strength, handsome face, and his brutal humour, he was deeply attracted to him.

Corbett released a low futile whine. It had been centuries since he had last Edward and hope of his return was all but gone, and yet in these few fleeting minutes hope for him had never seemed so strong. His brow creased, maybe he truly was going mad, maybe it was time to let Edward go. He pressed the glass to his pale lips and closed his eyes, "Oh, Edward" he murmured his lips kissing the rim.

A familiar voice brought Corbett's mind out of his analytical phase and into a state of unexpected frenzy. His arms flailed up in air in fright, instantly throwing the glass behind him to avoid any future questions. Corbett's heart pounded against his chest, his body tensed. He turned to face the voice; face pale and full of fear. His lips moved as if to say something but only a whimper escaped. He bit in his lip turning away from Jiga. An extremely powerful demon was in his presence and he was acting like a complete coward, Jiga must have been laughing his *ss of my now.

Corbett turned himself back around to face the eccentric demon, his face now offering him a false smile. His lips turned up to a shaky sneer, "W..what do you want?" he questioned, "Don't you have some other poor soul to harass?". Corbett's blue eyes met with Jiga's unsettling ones, he was only of the few people that could hold his gaze with Jiga. He breathed in deeply taking in demon's intoxicating fragrant scent that sent shivers down his spine.

His eyes slowly trailed over Jiga's inhuman body, the flashing of the faulty fluoro light sending his mind in to a half trance. A wave of lust started to course through his veins, he could hear his heart starting to pound against his chest again. Corbett didn't know what do, why was he feeling the way he did toward Jiga? He tried turned his head away again in an attempt to break his impure trance but no matter how much he wanted to he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of the demon. He was at Jiga's complete mercy.
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Sek listened intently to Radella's philosophical replies. He lent back away from Radella and massaged his chin. A short 'hmm' came up from deep from within his slender throat. Radella was right the humans were ignorance and scared, but they were also stubborn and determine, their views would not be easy to change if the immortals won the next war. He shook his reluctantly, "Even if we win the war do you really think it'll be all sunshine and lollipops? Both immortal and human will still be extremely bitter towards us... and it is a known fact that humans can not exist with conflict or struggle... if we win, we'll be just waiting for the next human to start the next war" he sighed, "Once a war starts there will be no end until the loosing side is completely obliterated... I quote the Aztecs and the Spanish". He scratched the back of head, turning away from Radella

He crossed his arms and frowned, "But if you want to recruit yourself and you kind into this bloodbath than I will follow you gallantly in to the battlefield" he groaned. Sek flexed his hands and cracked his knuckles. He released a loud yawn before returning to meet Radella's gaze. If truth be told Radella was right about thick mist preventing them contacting Earth, but it did explain how Anubis got to Earth, he was always under the impression that the mist started long before that time during the summoning of Oberon. He shook his head thinking about such things just hurt his head and resurface bad memories of war.
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Lou took a step back when Edward took lady from his porcelain hands. He tried not to stare as his adoptive father savagely drank from the female but Edward's on savageness was just reminding him of his own hunger. He inhaled deeply letting the sweet smell of the lady's blood fill his body with warmth and desire to hunt. His eyes flashed from blue to gold to blue again, the tips of his fangs poking out. His lips parted and he released a low longing whine, he knew Edward would kill her after decade of starvation, he expected it, it was only natural for a vampire... his just wished that he could have what was left.

A small smile crept onto Lou's boyish face when Edward spoke back to him, he missed having conversations with people. He nodded his head in agreeance at all of Edward's statements but his last question made him very skittish. Opened his mouth up reluctantly to explain the awful truth of Earth's current state but stopped unexpectedly before he was able to produce a word.

Lou's head turned to the lady Edward was holding, his eyes turned the colour of molten gold. His nostrils flared in a sudden unpredicted rage and fear, the lady was still breathing, she was still alive. His small body began to trembled violently. His left arm flicked up in shaking. "No...No... Y..y..ou can't do that, you can't let her live! You don't understand... You don't understand... She's seen you, she can't live... she'll tell the others and they'll capture us... they'll put us in labs... or zoos... or worse 'The Arena'!" he whined grasping his head with both hands. A maniacal laugh found its way out of Lou's throat, a sign that his mood had changed once again. Lou's fangs bared aggressively at Edward, his innocent, frail boyish face now twisted malice. His lips curled up to a sneer, "Kill her... Kill her... Kill her..." he chanted. His dropped his knees and crawled over to Edward until their noses were touching. A dark twisted grin pulled back his lips, his pupils two little black dots. "Kill..her...Kill...HER" he growled from behind his teeth. Lou's hand raised up and he slapped Edward across the face "KILL... HER! KILL HER!...KILL HER" he snarled each time slapping Edward across the face. His head dipped down to the ground but his eyes remained locked on Edward's. Blood began to drip from his ears. "You...killed...me" he whispered, his voice inhuman and demonic like something out of a possession horror film.

Lou's body flung forward to the ground, a dog like growl surfacing from deep within his throat. A gush of wind tunnelled pass, revealing a deep scar going right through the back his skull as if it were from some axe. A small whimper came from Lou's mouth, his body began to tremble, he brought his hands to the back of his head and felt the deeps scar, "Here comes a candle to light you to bed... Here comes a chopper to chop off your head." he whispered.

[Sacred Sin]

~/:o:/ Ĵιɢα Ƥɛиʋмвяα /:o:/~

Jiga watched with unabashed fascination as Corbett's lips welcomed the rim of his glass into the warm recesses of his mouth, letting his mind go to a decidedly naughty place while his cat-that-ate-the-canary grin didn’t so much as twitch from its leering position on his face, his eyes glittering like rare, sparkling jewels. He moved forward like a panther, with all of its refined and feline-like grace, until he was but a foot away from the afraid vampire, taking it upon himself to close most of the gap between them since it seemed his other companion would rather the ground swallow him up or the wall chew him to pieces then be any closer to Jiga than necessary. He could feel the heat radiating off of the other champion, and had the sudden urge to touch him, but curled his fingers at his side for now, allowing a come hither, bedroom-eyes look to cross his face. VERY few had ever managed to be immune to his completely unrestrained carnal expressions, particularly when he actually, truly felt the scorching feeling in return. The slow desire for Corbett burned through his veins like a spreading wildfire, lighting nerves and sending happy shivers down his arching spine while delicious heat moved down to even the tips of his toes and fingers. The man was a mystery to him, which, admittedly, was appealing. And he was so interesting. And Jiga liked nothing more than interesting and fun combined. He wanted to delve into that broken mind and reveal all of its secrets, fears, and passions. Wanted to find out who “Edward” was and completely erase the desire for him until the only person in Corbett’s mind was Jiga, pure and simple. As a demon, the need to possess, to own utterly and completely was like the need to breath, and once he set his sights on someone, they rarely got away. Yes, the Silver Lion had certainly caught his attention, ever since that day in the Arena. He had hated him then, but now…a rapacious smirk dominated his lips, and a little growl hissed past them, savage and lusty. It would be a slow business, a scorching process that burned through Corbett’s body with fervor. He grinned just thinking about it. Yes. He could teach himself patience if it meant turning Auriel into a wobbling pile of desire.

"Aw, I'm hurt, little lion.” The demon pouted, pressing his hand against his heart in a mock pained expression, puppy dog eyes and all. “Not happy to see me at all?" Jiga purred, his silky voice like sin and secrets dipped in chocolate, smooth and sweet and oh so very dangerous. He stepped forward again, and, with his magic, caught the glass that Corbett had discarded in his terror and surprise and drew it towards him, with invisible hands, a beckoning purse to his lips. With a little flourish, the crystal refilled with blood--virgin's blood to be specific, because that tasted the best--and he brought his lips to the rim, lingering there and shooting the vampire a flirty look. He took a drink, keeping eye contact with the skittish vampire as his tongue darted out from between his lips and swiped at a crimson drop rolling down to the rim.

There was suddenly a sharp tang in the air, a heady, intoxicating scent that made Jiga's eyes flash with something dark and predatory, and his lips quirk up to show a grin full of teeth. Lust. It was a musky, almost sinister thing, an unwilling reaction that Corbett was having towards the demon, making it that much more attractive. He couldn't help himself around Jiga, and somehow that made it all the more alluring. This vampire was the forbidden fruit, so to speak, and Jiga had never been very good at following the rules or ignoring what was forbidden. Slinking forward, he trapped the man against the wall, his hands placed on either side of the vampire's head, brushing against rich, brown hair, and his knee shifting forward to press between Corbett's legs, keeping him pinned.

"Why are you so frightened, bloodsucker?" He whispered against his ear, his voice rumbling in his chest, husky with desire. "Have something you want to tell me?" If it was even possible, his voice dropped even lower, sinful, deep, and barely above a hiss and click of teeth. He walked his index and middle finger up Corbett's chest, and then rested them lightly against his lips, that feral smile still stretched wide like a Cheshire grin, his eyes smoldering and growing darker by the second. "Cat got your tongue?" With purposefully slow movements, he tilted his head down so his nose was pressed against the vampire's neck, an earthy, cinnamon aroma filling his nostrils. He faintly heard the sluggish pound of blood in veins. Without warning, he licked a stripe up the pale column, chuckling all the while and ending at the pulse point. "Tell me, little lion, are you afraid of me or what you feel towards me?" And like that, he pulled away, putting distance between them with a devilish rise of a brow and a mischievous glint in his mismatched eyes. There was also challenge there and a vaguely smug atmosphere about the old demon as he swept back his wavy, curly blond hair with a slender hand and floated in the air, crossing his lean legs in an undeniably sensual display.



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“Of course it won’t be sunshine and daisies!” Radella hissed back, a frown tugging at her lips again as her hands slammed down onto the counter top with a loud, ringing slap. It seemed extraordinarily loud because of the echoing quality of the kitchen and the silence pervading the room. There was the distant rumble of thunder, as though the weather was agreeing with her frustration. “But, in case you hadn’t noticed Sek, life isn’t sunshine and daisies now.” She snarled, then looked apologetic. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to lose my temper. It’s just, my love, we can’t let things be like this. If we do, we will be hunted to near extinction in the next few years and kept like…like pets!” She sighed, grabbing at her lengthy, caramel hair, threading her elegant fingers through the locks and twisting them out of annoyance. “What I’d like, Sek, is to get standing in the community again. War is unavoidable, as I’m sure you realize. The humans are fighting amongst themselves, and we will soon join in, because we have no choice. When…when the second war is over,” She forced the words out, grimacing at the thought of more needless bloodshed. “I want to show the humans we can coincide peacefully. They will get positions in the government, and stand alongside us. We will not return the favor of treating them like dogs. This world will finally get some peace. But to get there, to get to a place where we may be able to lead our people together, we must first show them we are powerful enough to beat away oppression. Every worthwhile cause has casualties and necessary losses, as sad as they may be.” Her words were cold, but beneath her exterior, there was deep pain. After all, who else felt the devastation of the war more than Radella? However, the young vampire knew that lives would be lost no matter which path they took, so what better way to avenge them, to make their deaths worth something, than to change the course of the world until perhaps peace could be found once more.

Radella moved swiftly, suddenly needing contact, and wrapped her slender arms around Sek’s sturdy, muscular waist, finding solace in how warm and solid he was. Him just being there, with her, was enough to make her feel strong, and a wordless noise of gratitude left her pale, full lips. She crumpled against him a little, like her legs could no longer support her. “I miss my mother, and my father. I worry about them, sometimes. Are they safe? Is the World of the Gods crumbling like our world? The two are intimately connected, like threads on a tapestry. And my Uncle…ever since it was revealed he and Shun-Massa placed the death sentence on my head, I have never seen him again. Is he a part of this? Or is this…this veil out of his hands as well?” She paused, listening to the steady, comforting beat of her husband’s heart, pressing a kiss to his collarbone that was gentle and loving. “If the Gods of Chaos and Death can’t save us, I guess it’ll be on our own hands to save ourselves.” She murmured at last. “And maybe…maybe that’s for the best. That way it’ll be our own faults whether we fail. We’ve always blamed them for our past mistakes, losses, and grievances. I think it’s time we walk out from under their shadows. Grow up a little.” She smiled at this, slipping a hand between their close bodies to rest against her belly, where she could feel her child stirring.


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The somewhat lethargic, though steady beat of the woman's heart was distracting Edward greatly from Lou's presence, urging his feral nature to immerge again. The feel of his fangs sinking in to her supple skin and the way her hot, sweet blood rushed down his parched throat like the most delicious ambrosia. He suppressed a groan as his eyes flickered red, like trapped fire, alternating between crimson and his beautiful amber, the color of ancient pirate gold and sun-kissed skin. His fingers twitched uselessly at his sides like dying spiders, jerking and shuddering violently and causing a frown to tug at his lips. Lou's frenzied voice almost immediately grabbed his attention, and he opened his mouth to ask what the hell he was talking about, but found he was mute in the wake of the sheer force of hatred, hunger, and confusion rolling of Lou as the young vampire's face twisted with malice. He paced back and forth, growing steadily more and more enraged as he tried to tell Edward something the older vampire couldn't quite grasp.

"Tell who?" Edward demanded at last. "What has happened? ...Are the humans aware of us?" This question was asked with the utmost calm in his voice, but f**k if he wasn't shaking on this inside. That was what he had been trying to avoid with the whole damn war! "I can't just...just kill someone, Lou! There is very little humanity left in me, and I can't let go of that remaining little by slaughtering." He was firm, but still winced despite himself as Lou's voice continued to rise until he was shouting like a demon his mantra of “kill her” over and over. Without a word, Edward placed his hands on either side of the girl's head, pressing into her temples, and erased her memory, digging far enough that she would just believe she took a walk across the abandoned church yard and felt dizzy. He made a noise of exhaustion, and sat up, feeling the world tip a little.

"What has happened?" He repeated in a voice barely above a whisper, fear clouding his tone as he stared at the murky sky, decay and death thick in the air and on his tongue. It was revolting. It was like he hadn't escaped his tomb. Disease and ruin percolated the air and land, and his more animalistic instincts shied away from the obvious…rot and illness that clung to the air like festering pus. The world was falling apart. He realized that now, and underneath it all, there was the sulfuric, sickly sweet smell of demon. Oberon. So he had done this. Apparently he hadn’t only condemned Edward to solitude before his reign was ended. A rage so powerful and strong erupted in him that a small, strangled sound passed his lips, low in sound, but intense all the same. He would kill him for this, for destroying the world Edward had tried so desperately to protect at the stake of so many of his friends, himself, and the very land. A vicious growl wrenched itself from his throat. After he was finished dismembering the demon and returning the stake he had so generously given him, he would hunt down that b**ch Cosette and strangle her by her innards. He didn’t bother to think about how…dark and brutal his thoughts were. There had been few times in his life where Edward was well and truly irate, but when his wrath was evoked, the one responsible had nowhere to hide. He would have his retribution come hell or high water.

Mustering strength, Edward stood on thin legs, the blood keeping him on them despite the fact that he was little more than a mummy, and his lips peeled back in a menacing smile, more a showing of teeth than a smirk as he stared at the decaying church. “Well, then, let’s get me somewhere safe. There’s much to do, Lou. Much. To. Do.” He punctuated each word with a popping of a bone somewhere as he stretched aching, neglected muscles, and despite his appearance, he had never looked so dangerous.


{Holy crapples, Jiga. You got seriously provocative in this. >;'D And Edward, you got pretty dark! :'O I'm pretty pleased with these three posts. Haha.}

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Corbett's eyes widened to two round moons, his lust instantly replaced by fear as Jiga approached him with his hasteful grace, egger to close the gap between them. Unconsciously Corbett found himself backing away from Jiga with just as much haste but unlike his pursuer his movements were far from graceful. With unexpected horror he found his bare scared back pressing against the old dug out rock wall of cell. A sigh of relief passed his trembling lips when Jiga stop his pursuit a foot from where he stood.

Corbett's blue eyes locked on once again to Jiga's powerful beckoning odd eyes. His body loosed from its tense state, the sinful, but ever so pleasurable feeling of lust again flowing through his veins, washing away all the fear he had for the demon. His breath's became slower and more relaxed. He wanted to merge into the demon sensual presence, he wanted to touch his warm body. His left hand raised and outstretched to touch Jiga's cheek but quick drew back. He sunk back in to the wall, a memory of a time with Edward surfacing in his mind. He bit into his bottom and turned his head away Jiga, his body starting to tremble again.

He didn't know what he was doing, why was the presence of this demon so arousing... so tempting? His lips started to tremble at the thought of what Edward might say to him. He couldn't just forsake over a thousand years of friendship with Edward and just let himself fall for the first creature that had shown an interest him for a couple of centuries. It was true that Edward and him had never been in a relationship, but they had felt the same amount of feeling for one another. Corbett shook his head, catching the end of Jiga's purred words. "I... can't... I... can't be happy" he murmured, streams of salty blood tears streaming from his eyes.

The strong sweet aroma of human blood made Corbett's head jar back around. His eyes flicked from Jiga's flirting eyes to the glass of freshly conjured up human blood, virgin blood. A feral hiss escaped his lips, Jiga was luring him with the one thing a vampire couldn't resist, the one thing that he had been starved of until this day. He took a deep breath in letting the blood's scent draw him closer to the crystal glass. His talon like nails curled around into the flesh of his palm, cutting deep down into the muscle. His mind was desperate, desperate to hold on to what was left of his sanity and morals because it knew very well that once he took a drink, there would be no turning back from the madness that lay ahead.

Corbett's fingers shakily uncurled, his willpower suppressed by both the lust for blood and Jiga was all but gone. He moved forward to the glass and grasped it with both his shaking hands. He brought the glass to his mouth, his shaky movements spilling quite a lot of contents. His lips eventually met the rim of the glass, parting to let red liquid fill his mouth. In less than seconds he greedily drunk the blood down until the only evidence of there being blood in the glass was a trail of red from the corner of his mouth, he had always been a messy eater.

Corbett's eyes burned a bright neon blue, their depth's fill with raging lust for Jiga. After almost a century of being starved of his natural diet for once he was fully satisfied. A mischievous smile almost tugged his lips when Jiga pinned him to the wall. Those glasses of blood had really helped his mind to focus clearly but had also brought upon all his sinful aspects that had been repressed by the human.

His eyes and mind dazed when Jiga walked his fingers up his pale chest, his touch filling his body with unexpected warmth. Sweat began to form on his snow white skin, a soft groan escaping his lips. He barely heard the sound of Jiga's voice inside his half-entranced mind but managed to understand mostly what he had said, but to be honest he had nothing really to say back to his inhuman, seducing voice.

Corbett's calm trance like state broke when Jiga lent toward his neck and without warning licked straight up his throat. He flattened himself against wall behind, eyes wide with confusion not only both the demon's actions but also for his body's reaction. His body trembled at Jiga's question. Red tears began to well up in his eyes, he didn't know how to respond to the demon, he felt so torn. The thought of what Edward say to him entered his mind for a second time causing him to tremble even more. "God, you serpent, why me?" he hissed, Jiga releasement allowing him to fall to his knees.

For a long time Corbett just stared expressionless at ground, sobbing, internally arguing with himself. After a time Corbett built up the strength to look back up at Jiga's floating, inviting pose. He wiped the blood from his white cheeks, pushing himself off the ground until he was eye level with Jiga's mismatched eyes. He moved forward to Jiga and kissed his pale lips. His body shivered, drawing back from his kiss. He looked down at his feet, "Jiga, why me? I am a broken man... I am a captive, tamed lion? So why me?" he took Jiga's hands into his own, "I don't want to feel any more pain, I don't want to wait on friends that never come back... I don't want to fight myself any more... I want feel the pleasure in killing again, I want my freedom again" he whispered. He brought Jiga's hands to his lips and kissed them, "Jiga... free me, please, I beseech you... show me salvation... give me your unholy mark, your contract and my soul is yours" he hissed lowly. He dropped to his knees again, his grasp on the demon's hands tightening "I fain give my soul! Take my soul to damnation!" his thoughts travelled back to Edward, red tears once again flowing down his face, "Avaunt! these painful memories of joyous ghosts that never return!" he snarled. He shook his head, he must had truly gone mad, he had just asked a demon to take his soul, and even so, he had just done it in the old language.
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Sek almost jumped out of his skin in surprise when Radella's hands slammed down to the counter. She was usually so calm when replying about the things he said but this time, this time he must have really hit a nerve. He moved back from the counter and shook his head "No, I should be the one apologising to you, I provoked you" he sighed. He gazed into the wood streaks of the top counter. He did very much have faith in what Radella was saying, and he knew some how even with bloodshed Radella could help winning the war, but something else stirred now deep in his mind, what use was seeking world peace if the world only had a few more decade before it completely decayed.

A sigh passed his lips when Radella wrapped her slender arms around his waist. His shoulders tensed as she spoke, "I never really had much of a good relationship with Seth so I can't say I miss him, or the World of the Gods for that matter" he sighed. He turned around to Radella and gave he forehead a gentle kiss, wrapping his tan arms around her. He bit into his bottom lip, he didn't want to say anything that'd upset Radella's beliefs but really unlikely that a Chaos God or a Death God would ever intervene in war, war was a time where their powers were the strongest.

Sek brought his strong rough hand up and curled his fingers through his wife's beautiful caramel hair. He glanced down at Radella touching her belly, his eyebrows raised. "Is all well, is our child content?" he asked a hint of worry within his voice. He placed his hand on Radella's hand "I hope, he or she likes me" he sighed.
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Lou gradually cam back to his senses with heard Edward's stern voice. He grasped his head with both hands and shivered at the memory of what he had just done. His lips trembled, he couldn't tell whether or not he was truly bitter towards the humans because of what they had done, or if he was bitter towards them because he was going mad. He looked back up at Edward with bitter eyes, sobbing. "Oh Edward, the world is horrible! The human have all but destroyed us, the Gods have abandoned us and Earth is dying around us!" he cried, wrapping his small arms around Edward's now upright body. He nuzzled into his bony figure, "Don't ever leave us again! Please! Don't leave alone!" he whined. He looked up at the dull coloured sky, blackened storm clouds rolling in rapidly from the east. He looked back up at Edward, his face turning from sad to very stern, they would have to find covered shelter very soon, storms were not the same as they were back in Edward's time, the rain burned like mild acid when it fell and lightening hit the ground the more frequently.

He pointed up to the clouds in the sky, "We're going to have to find somewhere safe quick or else both of us are going to look like boiled lobsters" he hissed pushing himself of the ground. He crossed his arms and scuffed the soil, safe places were very rare in these times, even in the ruined parts of Paris, robot sentinels patrolled all regions regularly and he was quite surprised that one hadn't already found them already. Lou took Edward's skeletal hand into his own, "There is one place I know that might be safe but I it is in the territory of the 'Thin Ones', hybrids so far removed from their immortal origins that they aren't even immortal any more... they are the forgotten children, no human wants them and no immortal respects them... outcasts that live in the catacombs under Paris... they generally keep to themselves, though some may be inclined to help" he said, his voice dropping off to a sinister tone near the end of his speech. He released Edward's hand from his grasp and jumped up to the top of the pit in one bound. He looked back down at Edward, "Come on, follow me and be quick about it" he demanded an urgent tone deep within his voice. He turned away from the pit and dashed out of the graveyard.
((Yay, finished! But a little bit shorter than I normally do, just until I finish my work
Also, just a thought but how would you like to join me in creating a little art contest for our characters? Because I'm already trying to find a human artist to create a little gift for you :3))