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Post by lis on Dec 17, 2008 18:33:10 GMT -5
Lisette hurried after Sophia as she carried the girl. Her breathing was becoming haggard and uneven. She could feel the precious energy she'd taken from the human girl waning. She found it difficult to pay attention to what the vampiress was saying. And it was a mistake to leave the girl with Lisette. Her self-control was extremely brittle at this point, and she whimpered. She reached out with one shaking hand to touch the girl's cheek, and sudden contact began to fill her cells with the energy they needed. Only her hand hadn't made it to the human. Another hand, much bigger, was clenched around her wrist, but Lisette was too caught up in the sudden energy rush to notice.
When the stranger dropped his hand, the contact broken, Lisette's eyes widened. Sophia was still inside, setting things up for their poor human victim. The demoness's lips quivered.
"Oryon...!"
When Sophia returned, she would find Lisette lip-locked with a tall, dark, and handsome stranger with broad shoulders and high cheekbones. His arms were circled around her waist and Lisette's were around his neck, hands grasping at the skin just below his hairline. Through her desperation there was relief, and so much passion that it would probably be nauseating for the mind-reading vampire.
Their love was the love of fairytales. Their story was a Shakespeare tragedy.
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Post by vamp on Dec 18, 2008 15:37:43 GMT -5
Something about love still fascinating and attracted the vampiress. Perhaps it was the age she had been at when turned. Forever eighteen. The very blessing so many women craved was Sophia's curse. Her life was always so ironic.
Still, the thoughts were practically anathema to her. Not nearly as bad as he actual anathema, which would have her recoiling. But even now she could barley contain a sneer and a wretch as the altogether loving ideas floated through the lovers' heads.
"I suppose this is your man?" Sophia dryly asked. She shifted the girl and arched an eyebrow, looking from Lisette to...
"Oryon," she said the word as it fluttered into her head. He reminded her of Kennedy, some how. How... unfortunate. Certainly nothing Sophia wanted to be exposed to. Perhaps now was the time to rid herself of this situation.
"Well, now that you have each other, you hardly require my aid," Sophia nodded, then raised the body. Her face was expressionless.
It usually was.
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Post by lis on Dec 23, 2008 22:48:05 GMT -5
"Oui... merci..." Lisette said breathlessly, holding a hand to Oryon's neck when she broke from the kiss. The demoness turned to Sophia, looking much stronger, much more confident, and absolutely radiant.
"We will leave now. Thank you, again for everything," Lisette cooed, still feeling that same agitation toward the lack of energy Sophia emitted. She'd never known how dead vampires were. Animated corpses with haunted souls... they were the genuine ghosts of this world, and far from harmless. Lisette would much prefer becoming a friendly acquaintance than an enemy of one, and for this reason she gave Sophia a smile, thinking amiable thoughts.
"Ryon... estás tarde... Fui... preocupes..." She turned to her husband, speaking in hushed, broken Spanish. She turned his face to hers and demanded a kiss. While she grew stronger, he grew weaker, but he never uttered a word.
And with that last kiss, Lisette took Oryon's hand and walked away from the hotel, leaving Sophia with the human girl. Her unorthodox compassion was used once more as she wished the unconscious victim luck, although she knew it was up to Fate to decide what happened to her.
Lisette would never toy with Fate.
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Post by vamp on Dec 31, 2008 10:36:17 GMT -5
She didn't know which was worse: the loving tenderness or the pity emanating from the demoness. Surely someone in her position couldn't feel sorry for Sophia? Repulsive.
"Yes, leave," muttered the ancient vampire, using Spanish. She'd picked up every word of their little conversation, and it had only made her further ill. Shaking her head, Sophia looked down at the girl. Now she didn't particularly feel it necessary to help her. After all, this was Lisette's mess, not Sophia's.
Unfortunately, she wasn't hungry. Which meant that if she wanted to deal with the small thing, she'd have to strangle it, or some other form of extreme violence. Sophia supposed she could snap its neck, but that hardly struck her as appropriate.
The vampiress arched her brows, and gently tossed the girl toward the hotel. Sophia didn't even flinch as the small female hit the ground, merely turned.
"Listette and Oryon... how unusual," she murmured, tilting her head. "May we meet again."
With that, the vampire left the scene, and the unconscious girl.
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