Melpomene
Writer of Tragedy|Art by ROYTHEART|
Vampire kiss
Perfectly be
Vampire Kiss
Has come, taken me
{A blood-sucking gothic adventure between
Melpomene
and
jasmineHere
}
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Vampire kiss
Perfectly be
Vampire Kiss
Has come, taken me
{A blood-sucking gothic adventure between
Melpomene
and
jasmineHere
}
Melpomene
Writer of Tragedy|Art by ROYTHEART|
Golden hair spilled over pale skin which had been marred by crimson blood, her eyes had flickered closed, a pretty face marked only by fading acne scars. Her dress had become unkempt, her neck was bloody, but her breasts moved gently up and down despite the blood which ran down her throat, swelling from the two marks that had been punctured deep into her neck and flowing over her collarbone and then dipping down her pale chest. The white chemise she wore beneath her bodice would be stained, but she lived.
The silver moon had risen, inching higher in the inky black sky, diamonds surrounded the glowing orb, sparkling and glittering against the black backdrop. With the moon there came the creatures of the night, the monsters. Whether that monster be man or vampire was the only question.
Jasper wiped his mouth, her blood was sour with sickness, though not the type whores usually transmitted. His tongue snuck out to take a drop which had managed to get into the crease of his lip. It was something less deadly, usually, he could not stand to taste the blood of whores riddled with syphilis or the like. His eyes drifted to the woman who now rested against him, her lips turned up in a smile of pleasure, and her eyes fluttering beneath her lids. He lifted her, dragging her to the light of a burning torch before what looked like a doorstep, then he lied her down delicately.
His stomach still churned as he stepped from her body, tucking a lock of brown hair behind his ear. This town, this place, familiar yet so foreign. It made his unbeating heart drop down into the pit of his stomach. Only two weeks ago had it been his utopia, his Eden, if someone like him was allowed to use such a word. Perhaps it was the perfect one, the holy garden which he had been rejected from, taking his Eve selfishly for himself those weeks back, forcing her to eat the forbidden fruit.
But there was no guardian with a flaming sword at the gates barring him entrance, and here he stood beneath the pale light of the moon in the shadows of his sin, looking forward, on foot, at the path winding up to the estate of his beautiful white rose.
The tips of his fingers touched his lips, still partially stained from the blood he had consumed. He was lucky no one was around other than that whore, lest they would have found the scene quite odd. A man, dressed well, his cravat pulled straight and his overcoat smooth, though ripped. He was a man of nobility, and class, even with the blemishes of his appearance, and here he stood in the night when only sinners were supposed to walk.
‘Dare you to disturb your rose once more?’ He should not have. Jasper, in truth, should not have returned. In his love-filled haze he had run and in his sobriety, he had returned. It seemed backwards and foolish, but now he was here and his pale rose was likely within her home, that cage which she detested so much that he had made it more hellish for her. His pale hands wrung, one against the other, his green eyes darted around, as though he expected her to come from the shadows, her sad pale face, pain in her beautiful eyes as she admonished what he had done to her, what he had turned her into.
Jasper swallowed the remainder of blood that had seemed to have stuck to the back of his throat, letting it add to the nausea which had hit him like a wave. He moved forward despite himself, he walked with poise despite himself, he should have turned and run, feared seeing her again, feared the nightmare which he had created, but he did not. Instead, he pursued it, like a moth attracted to a flame, like a fly to honey, he felt the attraction overwhelm him, consume him with an overbearing need.
Perhaps it was that which was the beast. One which craved to corrupt all that was good.
In all his immortal life he had not felt such the need to do something before. Paintings were sacred, poetry was to be preserved, kept, and remembered so that even when physical copies were destroyed he could recite them, line from line to his beloved in their secret world hidden away from the rest.
‘Charles warned you about this, you idiot.’ The dangers of falling in love had not occurred to him as he stepped on to the estate, simply curiously walking about the beauty of the garden, he did not realize what it meant to see her, beautiful and pale in the cool water that had come over her. A niiad like no other, his Minthe, if he were Hades.
No. She was better described as his Persephone.
‘Sweet miss?’ No. He could only see her once. He could only look at her once. Ensure she was living, even if it were not like how she had been. Ensure she was well and unhurt. That her bastard of a father had not laid his hands on her and harmed her in any way.
‘And what if she perished for she had no sire to guide her?’ As though his heart still beat, he thought he could feel it ache at the thought. Breathless and bent over in pain, he looked up.
‘She cannot be. She lives.’ he told himself. ‘She has to. I could not have taken something such as her from the world.’
He stepped up, easily lifting himself onto a balcony, he canted himself so that he was hidden beneath the shadow of the awning. He had come with ease, feeling the expensive fabric between his pale fingers, her scent lingered on them, telling of exactly who lived in the house. He bent forward, letting the smell waft over him once again, his face turned into one of pain, but he still stood there solidly, knowing better than to attempt anymore. He was an intruder now, in her cage. A beast who she likely did not wish to see again, a face which would bring her as much sorrow as any other.
Jasper could not bear to be that. He slipped further forward, his pale face illuminated by the silver light which streamed through the room. It was her room. And he simply searched, his steps quiet and his body still. Even if she did not come yet, she would come at some point, and he could see her face and know that she still lived.
He just wished to know his pretty Lizzy still lit up the world.
There was a certain serenity which befell a household when the night came, the walls acting as a protection from the world outside. Every drunken yell and scuffle was muffled and kept away from those who chose to stay inside, the good people, as they would say. The civilized people, who were kept starkly separate from the monsters. The Sterling household, despite its unusual occupants, represented that solitude, with only the crackling hearth of the fire there to bring warmth, illuminating the large open room in a warm glow. The wooden floor was laid with thick carpet, the furniture, though dark, was comfortable and easily laid upon. It was not a marvel, but it was a home.
Edith lightly bit her lip, her brows furrowed as her attention was caught on the bookshelf for a moment, her fang lightly biting into her lip. She was sore and tired from the day, though she still stood on the ladder looking for the book she had found, knowing William may find use from it, or at the very least, interest. Her toes flexed as she reached up, her fingers brushing the base of a spine.
There had been several patients that day, all women as usual, though it was an uneventful day except for when Miss Kitty had accidentally kicked her in response to her setting her shoulder. It was going to leave a nasty bruise on her stomach, however, Miss Kitty was so apologetic that Edith ended up coming home with many sweets and chocolates. It was possibly too eventful, however, leaving Edith consumed and unwittingly dizzied in the bright sun of the day, her body seeming to reject the position she had been in, sending her reeling until she had returned to the confines of her home.
The dim lights illuminated the spines of the books on the shelf. She was alone with William, at this late at night it was not right to spend time with a man who was not her husband, but he liked being there, and Edith liked his company. Usually, on the rare nights her father was not busy he would come and join them, divulging William in the history of vampires, or simply there to enjoy their company before he went to hunt for himself. Tonight, however, Ezra Sterling had gotten a call from the local brothel, being told one of their girls was suffering some illness.
Before Ezra had left, he had turned to them, his pocket watch in hand, his vest and cravat perfectly positioned and his blonde hair pulled back from his deceptively youthful face that perpetually looked as though he had just begun to wrinkle, making him just old enough to be the father of a twenty-one year old daughter. Though most would say he likely earned those lines from constant distress. His mouth had tightened, his features into something akin to pained. Since the time Lord Richard had put his hands on her, he had always worried about leaving Edith. However, tonight she was not alone. The maid and cook - Lillian and Elijah- were there, but more importantly, as was William.
Though he had once been apprehensive, her father seemed to have grown fond of William, to the point of openly welcoming him into their home at any point, be it morning or night.
He had looked at them, he had raised his brow and then his hand.
“Keep her out of trouble.” It had been directed at William. A fact which Edith still complained about as she searched through the books, despite it having happened over an hour before.
“Does he think I am a child.” she practically seethed as she plucked a book of vampires, The Black Kingdom of Zod, from the shelf, carefully turning on the ladder so that she precariously balanced, her heels on the rung and her pale toes, freed from the dark stockings she usually wore, gone. Her red hair was loose, falling messily across her shoulders and breasts. Still, her corset was still tightly laced, making her waist appear smaller, her dress was a deep blue which was cut low but still respectable. It was not how a lady should have dressed about a male guest, especially one who was not her husband or her family. But this was William, the bond between the two of them was more than that of a man and his wife.
“I am a woman of twenty-one years! Twenty-one! I am more than capable of caring for myself and I believe I prove that every day, I mean William, can you believe him! First, he wants me to marry some git after… And then now!”
She tossed her head back, shaking out her hair, the shift caused the ladder to sway and her to lose her footing. There was a squeal and then a thump as she hit the ground roughly, letting out a hiss of pain as she sat up, rubbing at the base of her spine. It seemed her petticoats had, at least, provided a bit of a cushion. It would leave a nasty bruise, but those she was used to. The book was still caught tight between her fingers, and as she rose with a soft groan she held it out to William.
“You’ll like it…” she groaned out. She plucked a cookie from the table, happily enjoying it alongside her hot chocolate. Sweets had always been her sinful pleasure, and it seemed she had been blessed with the fact her dhampir abilities made it harder for her to grow fat. She sat back in a cushioned chair, crossing one leg over the other, another unladylike gesture, especially as her pale foot and ankle were exposed, but it was only William. So she leaned back in her chair, sipping on her hot chocolate and munching on her cookies, probably too many but William was not going to eat them anyways.
The silver moon had risen, inching higher in the inky black sky, diamonds surrounded the glowing orb, sparkling and glittering against the black backdrop. With the moon there came the creatures of the night, the monsters. Whether that monster be man or vampire was the only question.
Jasper wiped his mouth, her blood was sour with sickness, though not the type whores usually transmitted. His tongue snuck out to take a drop which had managed to get into the crease of his lip. It was something less deadly, usually, he could not stand to taste the blood of whores riddled with syphilis or the like. His eyes drifted to the woman who now rested against him, her lips turned up in a smile of pleasure, and her eyes fluttering beneath her lids. He lifted her, dragging her to the light of a burning torch before what looked like a doorstep, then he lied her down delicately.
His stomach still churned as he stepped from her body, tucking a lock of brown hair behind his ear. This town, this place, familiar yet so foreign. It made his unbeating heart drop down into the pit of his stomach. Only two weeks ago had it been his utopia, his Eden, if someone like him was allowed to use such a word. Perhaps it was the perfect one, the holy garden which he had been rejected from, taking his Eve selfishly for himself those weeks back, forcing her to eat the forbidden fruit.
But there was no guardian with a flaming sword at the gates barring him entrance, and here he stood beneath the pale light of the moon in the shadows of his sin, looking forward, on foot, at the path winding up to the estate of his beautiful white rose.
The tips of his fingers touched his lips, still partially stained from the blood he had consumed. He was lucky no one was around other than that whore, lest they would have found the scene quite odd. A man, dressed well, his cravat pulled straight and his overcoat smooth, though ripped. He was a man of nobility, and class, even with the blemishes of his appearance, and here he stood in the night when only sinners were supposed to walk.
‘Dare you to disturb your rose once more?’ He should not have. Jasper, in truth, should not have returned. In his love-filled haze he had run and in his sobriety, he had returned. It seemed backwards and foolish, but now he was here and his pale rose was likely within her home, that cage which she detested so much that he had made it more hellish for her. His pale hands wrung, one against the other, his green eyes darted around, as though he expected her to come from the shadows, her sad pale face, pain in her beautiful eyes as she admonished what he had done to her, what he had turned her into.
Jasper swallowed the remainder of blood that had seemed to have stuck to the back of his throat, letting it add to the nausea which had hit him like a wave. He moved forward despite himself, he walked with poise despite himself, he should have turned and run, feared seeing her again, feared the nightmare which he had created, but he did not. Instead, he pursued it, like a moth attracted to a flame, like a fly to honey, he felt the attraction overwhelm him, consume him with an overbearing need.
Perhaps it was that which was the beast. One which craved to corrupt all that was good.
In all his immortal life he had not felt such the need to do something before. Paintings were sacred, poetry was to be preserved, kept, and remembered so that even when physical copies were destroyed he could recite them, line from line to his beloved in their secret world hidden away from the rest.
‘Charles warned you about this, you idiot.’ The dangers of falling in love had not occurred to him as he stepped on to the estate, simply curiously walking about the beauty of the garden, he did not realize what it meant to see her, beautiful and pale in the cool water that had come over her. A niiad like no other, his Minthe, if he were Hades.
No. She was better described as his Persephone.
‘Sweet miss?’ No. He could only see her once. He could only look at her once. Ensure she was living, even if it were not like how she had been. Ensure she was well and unhurt. That her bastard of a father had not laid his hands on her and harmed her in any way.
‘And what if she perished for she had no sire to guide her?’ As though his heart still beat, he thought he could feel it ache at the thought. Breathless and bent over in pain, he looked up.
‘She cannot be. She lives.’ he told himself. ‘She has to. I could not have taken something such as her from the world.’
He stepped up, easily lifting himself onto a balcony, he canted himself so that he was hidden beneath the shadow of the awning. He had come with ease, feeling the expensive fabric between his pale fingers, her scent lingered on them, telling of exactly who lived in the house. He bent forward, letting the smell waft over him once again, his face turned into one of pain, but he still stood there solidly, knowing better than to attempt anymore. He was an intruder now, in her cage. A beast who she likely did not wish to see again, a face which would bring her as much sorrow as any other.
Jasper could not bear to be that. He slipped further forward, his pale face illuminated by the silver light which streamed through the room. It was her room. And he simply searched, his steps quiet and his body still. Even if she did not come yet, she would come at some point, and he could see her face and know that she still lived.
He just wished to know his pretty Lizzy still lit up the world.
Edith lightly bit her lip, her brows furrowed as her attention was caught on the bookshelf for a moment, her fang lightly biting into her lip. She was sore and tired from the day, though she still stood on the ladder looking for the book she had found, knowing William may find use from it, or at the very least, interest. Her toes flexed as she reached up, her fingers brushing the base of a spine.
There had been several patients that day, all women as usual, though it was an uneventful day except for when Miss Kitty had accidentally kicked her in response to her setting her shoulder. It was going to leave a nasty bruise on her stomach, however, Miss Kitty was so apologetic that Edith ended up coming home with many sweets and chocolates. It was possibly too eventful, however, leaving Edith consumed and unwittingly dizzied in the bright sun of the day, her body seeming to reject the position she had been in, sending her reeling until she had returned to the confines of her home.
The dim lights illuminated the spines of the books on the shelf. She was alone with William, at this late at night it was not right to spend time with a man who was not her husband, but he liked being there, and Edith liked his company. Usually, on the rare nights her father was not busy he would come and join them, divulging William in the history of vampires, or simply there to enjoy their company before he went to hunt for himself. Tonight, however, Ezra Sterling had gotten a call from the local brothel, being told one of their girls was suffering some illness.
Before Ezra had left, he had turned to them, his pocket watch in hand, his vest and cravat perfectly positioned and his blonde hair pulled back from his deceptively youthful face that perpetually looked as though he had just begun to wrinkle, making him just old enough to be the father of a twenty-one year old daughter. Though most would say he likely earned those lines from constant distress. His mouth had tightened, his features into something akin to pained. Since the time Lord Richard had put his hands on her, he had always worried about leaving Edith. However, tonight she was not alone. The maid and cook - Lillian and Elijah- were there, but more importantly, as was William.
Though he had once been apprehensive, her father seemed to have grown fond of William, to the point of openly welcoming him into their home at any point, be it morning or night.
He had looked at them, he had raised his brow and then his hand.
“Keep her out of trouble.” It had been directed at William. A fact which Edith still complained about as she searched through the books, despite it having happened over an hour before.
“Does he think I am a child.” she practically seethed as she plucked a book of vampires, The Black Kingdom of Zod, from the shelf, carefully turning on the ladder so that she precariously balanced, her heels on the rung and her pale toes, freed from the dark stockings she usually wore, gone. Her red hair was loose, falling messily across her shoulders and breasts. Still, her corset was still tightly laced, making her waist appear smaller, her dress was a deep blue which was cut low but still respectable. It was not how a lady should have dressed about a male guest, especially one who was not her husband or her family. But this was William, the bond between the two of them was more than that of a man and his wife.
“I am a woman of twenty-one years! Twenty-one! I am more than capable of caring for myself and I believe I prove that every day, I mean William, can you believe him! First, he wants me to marry some git after… And then now!”
She tossed her head back, shaking out her hair, the shift caused the ladder to sway and her to lose her footing. There was a squeal and then a thump as she hit the ground roughly, letting out a hiss of pain as she sat up, rubbing at the base of her spine. It seemed her petticoats had, at least, provided a bit of a cushion. It would leave a nasty bruise, but those she was used to. The book was still caught tight between her fingers, and as she rose with a soft groan she held it out to William.
“You’ll like it…” she groaned out. She plucked a cookie from the table, happily enjoying it alongside her hot chocolate. Sweets had always been her sinful pleasure, and it seemed she had been blessed with the fact her dhampir abilities made it harder for her to grow fat. She sat back in a cushioned chair, crossing one leg over the other, another unladylike gesture, especially as her pale foot and ankle were exposed, but it was only William. So she leaned back in her chair, sipping on her hot chocolate and munching on her cookies, probably too many but William was not going to eat them anyways.
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jasmineHere
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"Come back here", Elizabeth could hear her father's slurred command through the closed door. On realizing that his daughter wasn't going to respond, Edmund went berserk. She could hear him throwing bottles at the door and breaking furniture. In fact, probably everyone on the estate could, but no one would dare come inside or intervene. How could they when their jobs and lives were on the line?
She could hear him scream something, but her head was spinning so much that she couldn't exactly decipher what it was. Usually she would have stepped inside to try and calm him down and get him safely into bed. Usually that would result in him at least being quieter even if she got hurt a bit in the process. But at least, the whole town and their staff wouldn't hear him scream at her like that.
This time, however, she couldn't step back inside. Who was she kidding? It won't be just this time. She'd tried to go about her 'duties towards her father' like normal, but things could never be normal again. How could they be when the last time she was inside, she'd drunk from her father's blood?
She closed her eyes trying to recompose herself and memories from that incident started pouring into her mind.
Her hunger for blood overcame her as she hadn't fed since her turning and she ended up knocking him out in his drunken state and drinking from his blood. When she snapped out of it, he was lying there on the floor with blood seeping from his neck. She froze as she stared down at his body. She thought she'd killed him, but noticed he was still breathing. Unsure of what to do, she tried to clean him up as much as she could and prayed he wouldn't realize what happened when he woke up the next day. Or that she would be able to blame it on another vampire for their town had been plagued by those attacks recently.
On opening her eyes again, she felt the room spin again and realized there was no point in her standing there. The longer she stood, the harder it was for her to control her needs. She was hungry. Very hungry. And she was lost and unable to feed because of fear of harming those around her or being discovered.
Unable to think further, she ran back to her room and locked the door behind her. Still facing the door, she rested her head on it trying to stop herself from crying. What good was that going to do? But she couldn't stop. Tears were already pouring down and she found herself already softly sniffling.
But something moved. She sensed it. Turning around slowly, through tears, she looked around for the source of the motion. And that's when her gray-blue eyes connected with Jasper's emerald eyes. Something about the shadows of the room and the way moonlight filtered softly inside made him look almost ... unreal. She had dreamed of him returning so often during the last two weeks, but every time his image would vanish. She'd gotten used to hallucinations and attributed them to her transformation and lack of nutrition.
She stared at him for what felt like an eternity while balancing herself against the door for strength before whispering, "Jasper...." Was he going to disappear this time as well?
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William's routine had changed over the years. He went from a carefree, yet studious, child to a workaholic young man and then finally ... to being just him. His routine as this new him went as follows. He would wake up early and go about preparing for his day before having breakfast with his sisters and parents. He would then attend to whatever was required of him when it came to the family business. By lunchtime, he would usually be looking for her, Edith, the friend that slowly made her way into his life and apparently had started to consume his attention. Not that he minded.
He would often follow her on her many visits to patients. Sometimes he would help but more often than not he would observe. But most importantly, he was there to make she doesn't get herself killed. Well, that was a rather dramatic thought, but she did almost do that. Yes, she was part human which resulted in her sharing many traits, but she was still part vampire and that came with many needs and precautions. To be honest with himself, though, he fully expected her to be a danger on herself even if she were fully human. She would often forget to eat or sleep if she felt she needed to focus on a patient. And that was often when he would force her to snap back to reality and practically drag her back home.
On seeing her get up the ladder, he contemplated whether or not he should give her a hand. On the one hand, he felt he should considering how tiring her day was ... Especially after that kick thanks to one of the patients. On the other hand, she was going to probably accuse him of worrying too much.
Well, what are the odds she falls down the ladder she uses every day?
His thoughts were interrupted with her suddenly complaining about what her father had told him on his way out. He'd assured her father that he would try to keep her out of trouble with a smirk. In all honesty, he was surprised she took this long before going into this rant. He'd expected it half an hour ago.
"Well, can you really blame him? You do often get yourself into ... incidents." His ever-present smirk had found its way on his face again as he replied. Before he could even add more, she twisted herself wrong on the ladder and came crashing down. He jumped to his feet and walked over to her.
As he opened his mouth to start reprimanding her for not being careful, she handed him a book that she thought he would enjoy and took another cookie off the table. How many she'd had at this point, he'd lost count. "You ... You're so ...."
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes resisting the urge to facepalm and said, "How about next time we discuss your father worrying about your clumsy self, we do it when you're on solid ground?"
She could hear him scream something, but her head was spinning so much that she couldn't exactly decipher what it was. Usually she would have stepped inside to try and calm him down and get him safely into bed. Usually that would result in him at least being quieter even if she got hurt a bit in the process. But at least, the whole town and their staff wouldn't hear him scream at her like that.
This time, however, she couldn't step back inside. Who was she kidding? It won't be just this time. She'd tried to go about her 'duties towards her father' like normal, but things could never be normal again. How could they be when the last time she was inside, she'd drunk from her father's blood?
She closed her eyes trying to recompose herself and memories from that incident started pouring into her mind.
Her hunger for blood overcame her as she hadn't fed since her turning and she ended up knocking him out in his drunken state and drinking from his blood. When she snapped out of it, he was lying there on the floor with blood seeping from his neck. She froze as she stared down at his body. She thought she'd killed him, but noticed he was still breathing. Unsure of what to do, she tried to clean him up as much as she could and prayed he wouldn't realize what happened when he woke up the next day. Or that she would be able to blame it on another vampire for their town had been plagued by those attacks recently.
On opening her eyes again, she felt the room spin again and realized there was no point in her standing there. The longer she stood, the harder it was for her to control her needs. She was hungry. Very hungry. And she was lost and unable to feed because of fear of harming those around her or being discovered.
Unable to think further, she ran back to her room and locked the door behind her. Still facing the door, she rested her head on it trying to stop herself from crying. What good was that going to do? But she couldn't stop. Tears were already pouring down and she found herself already softly sniffling.
But something moved. She sensed it. Turning around slowly, through tears, she looked around for the source of the motion. And that's when her gray-blue eyes connected with Jasper's emerald eyes. Something about the shadows of the room and the way moonlight filtered softly inside made him look almost ... unreal. She had dreamed of him returning so often during the last two weeks, but every time his image would vanish. She'd gotten used to hallucinations and attributed them to her transformation and lack of nutrition.
She stared at him for what felt like an eternity while balancing herself against the door for strength before whispering, "Jasper...." Was he going to disappear this time as well?
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William's routine had changed over the years. He went from a carefree, yet studious, child to a workaholic young man and then finally ... to being just him. His routine as this new him went as follows. He would wake up early and go about preparing for his day before having breakfast with his sisters and parents. He would then attend to whatever was required of him when it came to the family business. By lunchtime, he would usually be looking for her, Edith, the friend that slowly made her way into his life and apparently had started to consume his attention. Not that he minded.
He would often follow her on her many visits to patients. Sometimes he would help but more often than not he would observe. But most importantly, he was there to make she doesn't get herself killed. Well, that was a rather dramatic thought, but she did almost do that. Yes, she was part human which resulted in her sharing many traits, but she was still part vampire and that came with many needs and precautions. To be honest with himself, though, he fully expected her to be a danger on herself even if she were fully human. She would often forget to eat or sleep if she felt she needed to focus on a patient. And that was often when he would force her to snap back to reality and practically drag her back home.
On seeing her get up the ladder, he contemplated whether or not he should give her a hand. On the one hand, he felt he should considering how tiring her day was ... Especially after that kick thanks to one of the patients. On the other hand, she was going to probably accuse him of worrying too much.
Well, what are the odds she falls down the ladder she uses every day?
His thoughts were interrupted with her suddenly complaining about what her father had told him on his way out. He'd assured her father that he would try to keep her out of trouble with a smirk. In all honesty, he was surprised she took this long before going into this rant. He'd expected it half an hour ago.
"Well, can you really blame him? You do often get yourself into ... incidents." His ever-present smirk had found its way on his face again as he replied. Before he could even add more, she twisted herself wrong on the ladder and came crashing down. He jumped to his feet and walked over to her.
As he opened his mouth to start reprimanding her for not being careful, she handed him a book that she thought he would enjoy and took another cookie off the table. How many she'd had at this point, he'd lost count. "You ... You're so ...."
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes resisting the urge to facepalm and said, "How about next time we discuss your father worrying about your clumsy self, we do it when you're on solid ground?"
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Melpomene
Writer of Tragedy|Art by ROYTHEART|
It felt as though he had lived forever in those two weeks he had been away, returning to a strange land which had changed so much, yet at the same time maintained such an unprecedented familiarity. Her scent lingered in every crevice of the room, and now it lingered on Jasper, just as it had so long ago. His memory had not failed him, it was as sweet as he had once known, and he felt the craving for her flare to life again, his soft lips trembling for a moment as he shifted in the shadows.
He had been about to jump out, so sure of himself that he could escape before she saw him, but just wishing to linger a bit longer. Emerald eyes slid over the decorations, realizing he had never actually been able to truly see her room up close.
The moment of serenity was shattered the moment the door to her room swung open, his breath hitched as he watched her spin in, her pale skin seeming to glow in the light of the moon, her golden hair looking as soft and beautiful as when he had left her. And there she stood, alive and functioning despite his neglect.
A sniffle broke the breathless silence which had overtaken them. Jasper felt his mouth open slightly, though no words came out. He stepped forward, as if on instinct.
Time stopped as she turned, her stunning grey-blue eyes locking on to his own. He was dumbfounded, a rare sight and case. Frozen in place as though he were a statue with the same look of surprise written on his pale features. His hand twitched, her words were spoken in a breathless whisper which had shaken him awake from the stupor which he had fallen so easily into. He took in a sharp breath.
For a moment, the only sounds which disturbed them were the whistle of the wind as it rustled her curtains, curling around both of them, chilling yet a soft embrace. He could barely feel it, through his jacket and vampiric nature, the cold hardly bothered him any longer.
Jasper wished to apologize. To fall on his knees and beg for forgiveness from his dear Lizzy, as she cried, the tears running down her porcelain skin, ones which he could not help but know that he had caused. He wanted to tell her it would all be alright. That he was there, or he was not, whichever she preferred.
But instead, he only managed to get one word to escape his lips. “Lizzy…” he said.
“Oh, Lizzy--” he said again, this time he stepped forward so his body was fully illuminated, his dark brown curls framing his face, his eyes alight. He kept his hands close to himself, clasped together in what looked like a sign of begging. “You--” he was unable to finish his words.
“I--” he attempted again, realizing who he was and what he had done. He took an abrupt step back. “Oh my Rose,” he said breathlessly. “I’m sorry.” He took another step back, his mind tugging between staying there, basking in her, and sprinting to leave before she could grow angry with him, he did not know if he could take it. But he deserved it. That much, he did know.
William’s reaction was more than expected. His overprotective nature was far from new, having reared its head a long time before. It was, in truth, odd to have someone so close to her view her as so fragile.
The servants seemed to think her to be strong, having long since stopped treating her as though she always needed their help. So they stuck to their duties, the cook making her food, as it was always only her and William eating only. The maid would help Edith dress every morning, and then usually they would not see one another again until the evening when it was time for Edith to undress.
But William, since the moment she had become overheated that one day he seemed to think she was in need of watching, and worst than that, her father thought the same. Despite vampiric society being different, and Ezra having had fully be immersed in it centuries before now, he ha near fully taken to their beliefs but slowly seemed to be shaping to the human ideology that Edith was that weak and fragile young woman that needed a husband and to be taken care of by a strong man.
Edith turned her head and scoffed. “Clumsy! How dare you? You rude git!” she pointed at him playfully. “I say, I will not take such insults from the likes of you, I have only fallen once today and I have yet to die--” she started when a loud knock sounded on her door. “Who in the name of God--?” Edith murmured as she fished for her stockings to begin slipping back on her feet.
“I’ve got it, m’lday!” Lily called out as Edith slipped her heels back on.
“Where’s a doctor!” a man’s voice called out. “Lord Sterling! Get down here now!” A well-dressed man appeared, a helmet was strapped on to his head and his large mustache obscured most of his lower face. It had flecks of grey in it. In his arms was a woman, her white nightdress was bloodied and her body mangled. A younger officer came behind him, clean-faced with his hair smoothed back. Lilian was running behind her, eyes wide, obviously they had shoved there way in without an invitation. His eyes landed on her and William, he narrowed his eyes when they did so. He opened his mouth to speak, but Edith did before he could.
“My father, Lord Ezra, is absent somewhere else--”
“Shit-- ! Who are you?”
Edith was about to point them to a bed. Before she could speak they had swept the cookies and hot chocolate from the table and laid the woman there, leaving a mess about the floor, but a place for Edith to work at the very least. Her mouth twitched in a frown but she stepped forward.
“Lillian, get me hot water!” she said as she slipped forward, pinning her hair from her eyes. Miller, the younger officer shoved his hand harshly on her chest, causing her to stumble back and away from his touch.
“Stay away, girl-- Damn it you--” He yanked his knee up after she had kicked him there, ducking beneath him to get to the young woman on her table. To begin working on her. His hand landed heavily on her shoulder to wrench her away before she pulled her shoulder from his touch.
“Keep your hands off of me!” she hissed beneath her breath, nearly wishing to bite him.
Edith bowed her head as she began pressing cloth to the wounds, luckily too enraptured with her work to let her accelerated heartbeat and fear get the best of her.
He had been about to jump out, so sure of himself that he could escape before she saw him, but just wishing to linger a bit longer. Emerald eyes slid over the decorations, realizing he had never actually been able to truly see her room up close.
The moment of serenity was shattered the moment the door to her room swung open, his breath hitched as he watched her spin in, her pale skin seeming to glow in the light of the moon, her golden hair looking as soft and beautiful as when he had left her. And there she stood, alive and functioning despite his neglect.
A sniffle broke the breathless silence which had overtaken them. Jasper felt his mouth open slightly, though no words came out. He stepped forward, as if on instinct.
Time stopped as she turned, her stunning grey-blue eyes locking on to his own. He was dumbfounded, a rare sight and case. Frozen in place as though he were a statue with the same look of surprise written on his pale features. His hand twitched, her words were spoken in a breathless whisper which had shaken him awake from the stupor which he had fallen so easily into. He took in a sharp breath.
For a moment, the only sounds which disturbed them were the whistle of the wind as it rustled her curtains, curling around both of them, chilling yet a soft embrace. He could barely feel it, through his jacket and vampiric nature, the cold hardly bothered him any longer.
Jasper wished to apologize. To fall on his knees and beg for forgiveness from his dear Lizzy, as she cried, the tears running down her porcelain skin, ones which he could not help but know that he had caused. He wanted to tell her it would all be alright. That he was there, or he was not, whichever she preferred.
But instead, he only managed to get one word to escape his lips. “Lizzy…” he said.
“Oh, Lizzy--” he said again, this time he stepped forward so his body was fully illuminated, his dark brown curls framing his face, his eyes alight. He kept his hands close to himself, clasped together in what looked like a sign of begging. “You--” he was unable to finish his words.
“I--” he attempted again, realizing who he was and what he had done. He took an abrupt step back. “Oh my Rose,” he said breathlessly. “I’m sorry.” He took another step back, his mind tugging between staying there, basking in her, and sprinting to leave before she could grow angry with him, he did not know if he could take it. But he deserved it. That much, he did know.
The servants seemed to think her to be strong, having long since stopped treating her as though she always needed their help. So they stuck to their duties, the cook making her food, as it was always only her and William eating only. The maid would help Edith dress every morning, and then usually they would not see one another again until the evening when it was time for Edith to undress.
But William, since the moment she had become overheated that one day he seemed to think she was in need of watching, and worst than that, her father thought the same. Despite vampiric society being different, and Ezra having had fully be immersed in it centuries before now, he ha near fully taken to their beliefs but slowly seemed to be shaping to the human ideology that Edith was that weak and fragile young woman that needed a husband and to be taken care of by a strong man.
Edith turned her head and scoffed. “Clumsy! How dare you? You rude git!” she pointed at him playfully. “I say, I will not take such insults from the likes of you, I have only fallen once today and I have yet to die--” she started when a loud knock sounded on her door. “Who in the name of God--?” Edith murmured as she fished for her stockings to begin slipping back on her feet.
“I’ve got it, m’lday!” Lily called out as Edith slipped her heels back on.
“Where’s a doctor!” a man’s voice called out. “Lord Sterling! Get down here now!” A well-dressed man appeared, a helmet was strapped on to his head and his large mustache obscured most of his lower face. It had flecks of grey in it. In his arms was a woman, her white nightdress was bloodied and her body mangled. A younger officer came behind him, clean-faced with his hair smoothed back. Lilian was running behind her, eyes wide, obviously they had shoved there way in without an invitation. His eyes landed on her and William, he narrowed his eyes when they did so. He opened his mouth to speak, but Edith did before he could.
“My father, Lord Ezra, is absent somewhere else--”
“Shit-- ! Who are you?”
Edith was about to point them to a bed. Before she could speak they had swept the cookies and hot chocolate from the table and laid the woman there, leaving a mess about the floor, but a place for Edith to work at the very least. Her mouth twitched in a frown but she stepped forward.
“Lillian, get me hot water!” she said as she slipped forward, pinning her hair from her eyes. Miller, the younger officer shoved his hand harshly on her chest, causing her to stumble back and away from his touch.
“Stay away, girl-- Damn it you--” He yanked his knee up after she had kicked him there, ducking beneath him to get to the young woman on her table. To begin working on her. His hand landed heavily on her shoulder to wrench her away before she pulled her shoulder from his touch.
“Keep your hands off of me!” she hissed beneath her breath, nearly wishing to bite him.
Edith bowed her head as she began pressing cloth to the wounds, luckily too enraptured with her work to let her accelerated heartbeat and fear get the best of her.
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Elizabeth didn't hear a response for what felt like an eternity. Her heart started breaking once again thinking it was another figment of her imagination. She'd missed him. She needed him. He was her home despite everything that happened.
Oh how she longed to be held in those arms again. To run her hand through his hair. To hear him whisper her nicknames and that everything was going to be alright. That she was his. His rose.
But ... he stood there. Didn't move. Didn't speak. Another brutal trick from her crumbling mind.
Right before she was going to give up again, he said her name. He called her Lizzy. He was there. Right there. For real.
A soft gasp escaped her and she brought her hands to her mouth as she took him in. His hair. His eyes. His clothes ... He was there this time.
Taking a step towards her, she found herself frozen. There was so much she wanted to say. So many questions she wanted to ask. But the only thought that kept going through her head was 'He's here'.
He seemed to struggle with words just as much as she did. Those two weeks left them both dumbfounded.
And just before she could say anything, he apologized and seemed to take a step back. No, no. He's going to leave. Again. No.
She stepped forward caught his arm. Her grasp wasn't forceful by any means and through tears, she begged, "Pl ... Please don't leave me again."
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William couldn't help but chuckle at her playful outburst as she reminded him she'd only fallen once that day. He was already thinking of oh-so-many sarcastic comebacks when a loud knock was heard on the door. People didn't go about visits this late in the evening. A knock this late always meant something went wrong.
Two officers with a bloodied young lady in their arms forced their way into the house looking for Lord Ezra. They were bewildered as they were not even waiting for instructions or listening to what Edith had to say. He was slowly starting to feel his blood boil, but now wasn't the time to cause a scene.
Edith started going about her duties and one of the officers shoved her forcefully away. Of course, that resulted in a push from Edith. Right as he was about to forcefully pull her away again, she yelled at him.
He stepped forward, pulled the officer from her away forcefully, addressing them with a low threatening tone, "I would suggest stepping back and keeping your hand off her ... or else."
William wasn't a snobby man, but he knew his place in society. That guard didn't. No one touched a lord's daughter like that. No one touched Edith like that.
The young officer seemed to heed his warning, but William didn't take his hand off the officer's arm. Glaring at the older officer, he said, "Lady Edith is a doctor."
Assuming that both officers were going to keep out of the way, William let go of the officer's arm and walked over to Edith's side. "What do you need? Can I help?" He kept his voice calm and steady to hopefully help her in the middle of all the chaos.
Oh how she longed to be held in those arms again. To run her hand through his hair. To hear him whisper her nicknames and that everything was going to be alright. That she was his. His rose.
But ... he stood there. Didn't move. Didn't speak. Another brutal trick from her crumbling mind.
Right before she was going to give up again, he said her name. He called her Lizzy. He was there. Right there. For real.
A soft gasp escaped her and she brought her hands to her mouth as she took him in. His hair. His eyes. His clothes ... He was there this time.
Taking a step towards her, she found herself frozen. There was so much she wanted to say. So many questions she wanted to ask. But the only thought that kept going through her head was 'He's here'.
He seemed to struggle with words just as much as she did. Those two weeks left them both dumbfounded.
And just before she could say anything, he apologized and seemed to take a step back. No, no. He's going to leave. Again. No.
She stepped forward caught his arm. Her grasp wasn't forceful by any means and through tears, she begged, "Pl ... Please don't leave me again."
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William couldn't help but chuckle at her playful outburst as she reminded him she'd only fallen once that day. He was already thinking of oh-so-many sarcastic comebacks when a loud knock was heard on the door. People didn't go about visits this late in the evening. A knock this late always meant something went wrong.
Two officers with a bloodied young lady in their arms forced their way into the house looking for Lord Ezra. They were bewildered as they were not even waiting for instructions or listening to what Edith had to say. He was slowly starting to feel his blood boil, but now wasn't the time to cause a scene.
Edith started going about her duties and one of the officers shoved her forcefully away. Of course, that resulted in a push from Edith. Right as he was about to forcefully pull her away again, she yelled at him.
He stepped forward, pulled the officer from her away forcefully, addressing them with a low threatening tone, "I would suggest stepping back and keeping your hand off her ... or else."
William wasn't a snobby man, but he knew his place in society. That guard didn't. No one touched a lord's daughter like that. No one touched Edith like that.
The young officer seemed to heed his warning, but William didn't take his hand off the officer's arm. Glaring at the older officer, he said, "Lady Edith is a doctor."
Assuming that both officers were going to keep out of the way, William let go of the officer's arm and walked over to Edith's side. "What do you need? Can I help?" He kept his voice calm and steady to hopefully help her in the middle of all the chaos.
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It seemed that all at once, the moments blurred together into one as he stared at his beautiful rose before him. Her trembling lips, her tear-stained porcelain cheeks, her wide grey-blue eyes dewy with unfallen tears. For a moment, he wished to flee once again, leaving her in this state as he bounded over the railing of the balcony. But he could not, he could not bear to do it when she took his arm, touching him once again, her pale hand seeming to burn into his arm, an electric touch causing a spark throughout him.
He could have torn his arm from her hold easily. Jasper was stronger than she was, in human form, and in this fledgling form. She could not overpower him, hold him anywhere against his will. Perhaps it is what he should have done. He should have left then.
But she asked him to stay.
When she spoke like that, so quietly, begged him like so, looking so fragile as his beautiful rose always had. Even now, with the vampiric blood pumping through her veins, the new skin of the beast beginning to take over her. She seemed too innocent, too sweet, to be part of such a life. It was made for the twisted, the macabre, not the gentle and kind.
Too gentle. Too kind.
Don’t leave me again. She had begged him. He closed his eyes, swallowing thickly before his hand reached up, his lips parted for a moment, but he said nothing. He could think of nothing to say as he reached up, first letting his fingers run gently over her pale silky hair, then his fingers tangled themselves within it as he went against his better half and pulled her into his solid, muscled chest.
“Oh, Lizzy,” he moaned out as he let the tips of his fingers across her back. “I didn’t--” he could not say he did not mean to leave her. But like this? No. He did not wish to leave her like this. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He murmured into her hair. How could he be so foolish? Leaving a fledgling in such a state. Charles had warned him of such a thing many times before now.
It was not fair for him to have saved his skin, thinking nothing of her, of what she wished, what she wanted.
“I--” where was his silver tongue? Where had it gone? He needed it so much now. “I’m sorry, Lizzy,” he said again.
He reared back for a moment, just enough so that he could look down into her eyes, his hand came up, his thumb stroking against her pale cheek, he let out a soft breath through his nose as he wiped away a tear. “Oh… Don’t cry, my sweet rose. Not over me.” he said quietly. “I… I returned. I wanted to check on you. I wanted to make sure…” he leaned down, letting his brow rest against hers. I wanted to make sure you were alright.”
Edith felt a certain smirk come to her lips when she heard William issue his threat behind her. It fell quickly as she looked at the young woman’s face, the color seeming to drain out of it too quickly. Half of the blood on her was dried. It seemed she had lost so much already, perhaps even before she had been found like this. And so much more was seeping from her clothes.
“She’s meddling,” the young officer said, running his hands down his uniform. “And you, you pompous little--”
“Do you simply enjoy touching young women without their permission, Officer Miller?” the older officer asked, he had pulled them both away, watching the two work instead of disturning them. “Her… fiance wishes you to stay back and I would caution you against touching another man’s woman.”
Edith did not pay attention to the insinuation, she was used to people making assumptions about the two of them. It was unprecedented for a man and woman to maintain a friendship, so many assumed they either courted or planned to marry. In all honestly, of all the men, William would be Edith’s first choice in marriage. He was, after all, the only man she trusted at all. And, quite frankly, she preferred men though she was William’s and did not touch her because of it.
“Mm-- William hand me my kit, over there,” she ordered. Lilian was bringing back the pot of water. Edith carefully turned the girl’s head. On her pale neck were two puncture wounds, placed in a straight line. Edith brushed her hand over it, her fingers fluttering against the girl’s neck, then she pressed them to her artery as she felt her blood run cold.
“Shit.” Unbecoming of a woman to say, yet in an instant, she had jumped on the table herself. The girl’s skin felt so cold beneath the palm of her hand.Cold and clammy.
“Did you check her pulse when you--?”
“There was a weak one, Miss Edith, we wished to bring her to a doctor as quickly as possible.” Edith let out a breath through her nose as she pressed her head to the girl’s chest, not even the faintest of heartbeat. Not even a draw of breath. She swallowed thickly as she pulled her head back.
“Nevermind, William.” she said quietly, then she looked up. “I apologize, officer. She has passed. What was her name?” The officer let out a withering sigh, pulling his helmet from his head, showing his balding head.
“We do not know,” he said with a curse beneath his breath. It had all happened so suddenly. She sat back on her haunches, the younger man let out a curse and kicked out a fallen metal cup which had once been filled with hot chocolate.
“We should have found a real doctor, damn it!” The man said. Edith swallowed thickly but turned to the older man.
“Where was she found?” she asked, her brows furrowed. “I… I practice as a midwife and a doctor. I know many places-- I assume you saw she was attacked by a vampire.”
“Yes, we are well aware of that.” The younger officer, Miller, snapped.
“By the pier.” The older officer said. “One of many. The only that seemed to be alive. Whatever vampire that has begun laying waste on this town-- Lady Edith I do not think it is appropriate for a lady such as yourself to hear the details.” Edith stepped down from the table, sidling next to William, sliding her arm around his and pressing close.
“Then tell my fiance, hm?” Edith raised her brow. “You’re fine with hearing, yes William?” in truth, Edith had already taken interest in these vampire attacks, she simply had not known the first place to look before, as her father was refusing to help her understand, but this was one step closer. Simple men did not understand vampire kind. They never would understand Kith. Even if she was only a Hollow-blood, she knew well enough how they thought.
He could have torn his arm from her hold easily. Jasper was stronger than she was, in human form, and in this fledgling form. She could not overpower him, hold him anywhere against his will. Perhaps it is what he should have done. He should have left then.
But she asked him to stay.
When she spoke like that, so quietly, begged him like so, looking so fragile as his beautiful rose always had. Even now, with the vampiric blood pumping through her veins, the new skin of the beast beginning to take over her. She seemed too innocent, too sweet, to be part of such a life. It was made for the twisted, the macabre, not the gentle and kind.
Too gentle. Too kind.
Don’t leave me again. She had begged him. He closed his eyes, swallowing thickly before his hand reached up, his lips parted for a moment, but he said nothing. He could think of nothing to say as he reached up, first letting his fingers run gently over her pale silky hair, then his fingers tangled themselves within it as he went against his better half and pulled her into his solid, muscled chest.
“Oh, Lizzy,” he moaned out as he let the tips of his fingers across her back. “I didn’t--” he could not say he did not mean to leave her. But like this? No. He did not wish to leave her like this. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He murmured into her hair. How could he be so foolish? Leaving a fledgling in such a state. Charles had warned him of such a thing many times before now.
It was not fair for him to have saved his skin, thinking nothing of her, of what she wished, what she wanted.
“I--” where was his silver tongue? Where had it gone? He needed it so much now. “I’m sorry, Lizzy,” he said again.
He reared back for a moment, just enough so that he could look down into her eyes, his hand came up, his thumb stroking against her pale cheek, he let out a soft breath through his nose as he wiped away a tear. “Oh… Don’t cry, my sweet rose. Not over me.” he said quietly. “I… I returned. I wanted to check on you. I wanted to make sure…” he leaned down, letting his brow rest against hers. I wanted to make sure you were alright.”
Edith felt a certain smirk come to her lips when she heard William issue his threat behind her. It fell quickly as she looked at the young woman’s face, the color seeming to drain out of it too quickly. Half of the blood on her was dried. It seemed she had lost so much already, perhaps even before she had been found like this. And so much more was seeping from her clothes.
“She’s meddling,” the young officer said, running his hands down his uniform. “And you, you pompous little--”
“Do you simply enjoy touching young women without their permission, Officer Miller?” the older officer asked, he had pulled them both away, watching the two work instead of disturning them. “Her… fiance wishes you to stay back and I would caution you against touching another man’s woman.”
Edith did not pay attention to the insinuation, she was used to people making assumptions about the two of them. It was unprecedented for a man and woman to maintain a friendship, so many assumed they either courted or planned to marry. In all honestly, of all the men, William would be Edith’s first choice in marriage. He was, after all, the only man she trusted at all. And, quite frankly, she preferred men though she was William’s and did not touch her because of it.
“Mm-- William hand me my kit, over there,” she ordered. Lilian was bringing back the pot of water. Edith carefully turned the girl’s head. On her pale neck were two puncture wounds, placed in a straight line. Edith brushed her hand over it, her fingers fluttering against the girl’s neck, then she pressed them to her artery as she felt her blood run cold.
“Shit.” Unbecoming of a woman to say, yet in an instant, she had jumped on the table herself. The girl’s skin felt so cold beneath the palm of her hand.Cold and clammy.
“Did you check her pulse when you--?”
“There was a weak one, Miss Edith, we wished to bring her to a doctor as quickly as possible.” Edith let out a breath through her nose as she pressed her head to the girl’s chest, not even the faintest of heartbeat. Not even a draw of breath. She swallowed thickly as she pulled her head back.
“Nevermind, William.” she said quietly, then she looked up. “I apologize, officer. She has passed. What was her name?” The officer let out a withering sigh, pulling his helmet from his head, showing his balding head.
“We do not know,” he said with a curse beneath his breath. It had all happened so suddenly. She sat back on her haunches, the younger man let out a curse and kicked out a fallen metal cup which had once been filled with hot chocolate.
“We should have found a real doctor, damn it!” The man said. Edith swallowed thickly but turned to the older man.
“Where was she found?” she asked, her brows furrowed. “I… I practice as a midwife and a doctor. I know many places-- I assume you saw she was attacked by a vampire.”
“Yes, we are well aware of that.” The younger officer, Miller, snapped.
“By the pier.” The older officer said. “One of many. The only that seemed to be alive. Whatever vampire that has begun laying waste on this town-- Lady Edith I do not think it is appropriate for a lady such as yourself to hear the details.” Edith stepped down from the table, sidling next to William, sliding her arm around his and pressing close.
“Then tell my fiance, hm?” Edith raised her brow. “You’re fine with hearing, yes William?” in truth, Edith had already taken interest in these vampire attacks, she simply had not known the first place to look before, as her father was refusing to help her understand, but this was one step closer. Simple men did not understand vampire kind. They never would understand Kith. Even if she was only a Hollow-blood, she knew well enough how they thought.
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Her eyes searched him for any sign. He wasn't going to leave again, was he? She didn't know what she would have done if he'd decided to leave again. Not because she didn't know what to make of her new existence or how to feed or how to survive ... But because she couldn't imagine life without him. He was her lover. He was her haven. He was ... her life. Without him, everything else seemed to perish.
Jasper seemed to struggle with what to say for a moment. She feared he was going to apologize and leave again, so when he started running his fingers through her hair like he used to then took her into his strong arms and pulled her into his chest, she felt herself melt. All the pain and emotions that clouded her mind and ached her started to flow out as tears upon tears.
She held onto his shirt and closed her eyes, "Jas ... You ... I..." She tried to gather her thoughts but nothing made sense. Nothing at all.
I didn’t mean to hurt you. He told her and she believed him. She didn't understand his reasons. Many questions still tormented her mind but at that moment, nothing else mattered. He was back. He was here.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him. Oh how long she'd missed his face. When he looked down at her and their eyes met, she felt alive again.
Apologizing again, he asked her not to cry over him and said that he'd returned to find her and make sure she was alright. That pained her. Was he just here to see if she was alright? Was he going to leave again? Didn't he see she wanted him here?
She tried to gather her thoughts again, "I ... you were gone ... I know what you ... what we are." She buried herself in his arms again and went on, "I ... I drank from him ... I couldn't help it ... I was so hungry and ..." No, that wasn't important. "I was scared ... I wasn't sure if you left because I did something wrong or ... if I hurt you ... Please. Please don't go. I want away from here. I want to be with you."
Looking up at him, her eyes searched his face again as she whispered, "I love you."
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William heard the senior officer reprimand the young officer and then refer to him as her fiance. Well, it wasn't the first or the last time this was going to happen. It was something that he'd think about often. Maybe he should ask for her hand in marriage. Wasn't she the only girl he'd ever opened up to? Wasn't she his closest and dearest friend? Wasn't he spending almost every waking minute with her anyways?
Every time he answered yes to all of those questions before he hesitated again. Would she turn him down? What if she only viewed him as her friend? He knew she cared but what if she didn't see herself getting married to him? Or to anyone at all, for that matter. Asking her meant risking their friendship and that was something he couldn't bear to do.
Her addressing him snapped him back to reality. He nodded at her request and knew exactly where to get her kit. Things turned south quickly, however, and before he could grab what she asked, she declared the woman dead.
He paused to catch his breath and calm himself down. It wasn't that he wasn't accustomed to death. He'd witnessed it several times, but still ... it didn't stop him from feeling like he should've done something to stop it. To save others from reaching death so soon.
Turning around, he returned to his spot next to Edith as she started asking questions about the dead patient. The young officer commented about 'consulting a real doctor' and he felt his blood boil through his veins. Before he told him off, Edith asked the older officer more questions.
Just as he started answering, he stopped saying how it was inappropriate for a lady like her to hear the details. She stepped next to him and he put his second hand on the arm she slid through his as she asked him if didn't mind hearing the details. "Of course. We must hear from the officer everything he knows. After all, as doctors, you and Lord Ezra need all the information we can get. And if your father returns after I've left for the evening, you would have to debrief him immediately."
Turning to the older guard, and completely ignoring the younger idiot, he said, "Please carry on, officer. My fiancee and I are all ears."
Jasper seemed to struggle with what to say for a moment. She feared he was going to apologize and leave again, so when he started running his fingers through her hair like he used to then took her into his strong arms and pulled her into his chest, she felt herself melt. All the pain and emotions that clouded her mind and ached her started to flow out as tears upon tears.
She held onto his shirt and closed her eyes, "Jas ... You ... I..." She tried to gather her thoughts but nothing made sense. Nothing at all.
I didn’t mean to hurt you. He told her and she believed him. She didn't understand his reasons. Many questions still tormented her mind but at that moment, nothing else mattered. He was back. He was here.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him. Oh how long she'd missed his face. When he looked down at her and their eyes met, she felt alive again.
Apologizing again, he asked her not to cry over him and said that he'd returned to find her and make sure she was alright. That pained her. Was he just here to see if she was alright? Was he going to leave again? Didn't he see she wanted him here?
She tried to gather her thoughts again, "I ... you were gone ... I know what you ... what we are." She buried herself in his arms again and went on, "I ... I drank from him ... I couldn't help it ... I was so hungry and ..." No, that wasn't important. "I was scared ... I wasn't sure if you left because I did something wrong or ... if I hurt you ... Please. Please don't go. I want away from here. I want to be with you."
Looking up at him, her eyes searched his face again as she whispered, "I love you."
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William heard the senior officer reprimand the young officer and then refer to him as her fiance. Well, it wasn't the first or the last time this was going to happen. It was something that he'd think about often. Maybe he should ask for her hand in marriage. Wasn't she the only girl he'd ever opened up to? Wasn't she his closest and dearest friend? Wasn't he spending almost every waking minute with her anyways?
Every time he answered yes to all of those questions before he hesitated again. Would she turn him down? What if she only viewed him as her friend? He knew she cared but what if she didn't see herself getting married to him? Or to anyone at all, for that matter. Asking her meant risking their friendship and that was something he couldn't bear to do.
Her addressing him snapped him back to reality. He nodded at her request and knew exactly where to get her kit. Things turned south quickly, however, and before he could grab what she asked, she declared the woman dead.
He paused to catch his breath and calm himself down. It wasn't that he wasn't accustomed to death. He'd witnessed it several times, but still ... it didn't stop him from feeling like he should've done something to stop it. To save others from reaching death so soon.
Turning around, he returned to his spot next to Edith as she started asking questions about the dead patient. The young officer commented about 'consulting a real doctor' and he felt his blood boil through his veins. Before he told him off, Edith asked the older officer more questions.
Just as he started answering, he stopped saying how it was inappropriate for a lady like her to hear the details. She stepped next to him and he put his second hand on the arm she slid through his as she asked him if didn't mind hearing the details. "Of course. We must hear from the officer everything he knows. After all, as doctors, you and Lord Ezra need all the information we can get. And if your father returns after I've left for the evening, you would have to debrief him immediately."
Turning to the older guard, and completely ignoring the younger idiot, he said, "Please carry on, officer. My fiancee and I are all ears."
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Writer of Tragedy|Art by ROYTHEART|
It had only been those few weeks, but now he felt he held his love for the first time in forever. The anxiety began to slowly slip away, as though a gentle breath of wind, warm and soft, rocked him now rather than the endless torrent life had been before he had returned back to this very spot, taking her into his arms and holding her against his chest as he did now. She fit perfectly against him.
All the anxiety had not yet vanished, but he rested with a bit more ease, just a bit, knowing how easily she still accepted him into her room. He let out a soft breath, it stirred the blonde hair on the top of her head. It did not change the fact that he had, in that moment of passion, brought her into this world of darkness and the twisted macabre, but the moment he laid eyes on her again he could remember why. The desperation of that night came back, the passion and heat which lead him to give her Death’s Kiss, desperately wanting to hold on to this for the entirety of his immortal life.
He had lost a hold of himself, as though the beast within had come out, fueled by every passion and hunger he had possessed. Everytime he had smelled her sweet scent and desperately wished to draw blood from her. Everytime he had thought of drinking from her and everytime he had thought of her death slipping her out of his grasp.
For moment, he felt his body go cold as she admitted to knowing what he was. The fear of her finding out had always been there. The thought she would reject him for being the beast that plagued the lives of humans.
“Lizzy, oh, no you-- you could never do anything wrong.” the deep-seated guilt reared its ugly head as he stroked her pale cheek with his thumb. “You’ve never- No it was me, it was all me. I just- I didn’t think.” And he was supposed to be so good at that. But whenever it came to her, it seemed his mind left him so easily.
I love you. He closed his eyes, swallowing hard. The words struck him in a way he did not know he could be hit. Many people had told him such things in his immortal life, but he had never been struck by the words as he had been now.
“Oh, my love. I love you too, Lizzy. I won’t leave again. I promise.” He would keep that promise. He could not bear to cause more pain then he had already. And it struck him she was still a fledgling. How foolish was he to leave a fledgling to fend for themselves? Most of them relied on their master’s to get through life.
“His blood?” he asked suddenly, the words struck him. “Whose? Whose blood did you drink? Do they know what you- we are now?” he asked. He glanced around nervously, lapping at his upper lip. Stupid. Stupid. Had he truly thought it would be alright? A fledgling was the most likely to tip off a hunter. Even a bantling could was at risk in such precarious conditions that she was in.
“Oh God… I’m sorry. You must be so confused.” he rubbed his nose. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left you. You’re just a fledgling--” he shook his head. “Come sit down,” he said as he began to lead her to a chair. “You must have so many questions, Lizzy.”
Edith looked up at the officer expectantly. Then he dipped his head into a nod as he waved towards Officer Miller. “Pick her up, Miller, her body needs to be prepared to be buried. I will meet you at the station.”
Officer Miller bowed his head, lips turned in a frown, but he did as he was bid without question. Edith was more than happy to have him out of her house. The older officer put his helmet back on his head, carefully running his fingers over his mustache as he seemed to contemplate where to begin his story.
“I am afraid it is quite gruesome. We have been getting reports of women and men waking up, blissed, having been drunk from before-” Edith kept her face passive, knowing well many of those cases were likely her father himself. “But in recent weeks, Miss Edith, Mister William, people have been going missing. Perhaps you have noticed with patients or the likes, but at the pier… butchered. Like pieces of meat. Limbs ripped from their bodies and completely drained of life. That woman was the first we had found with a bit of life in her. It was one of those bloodsucking monsters, that is for certain.” he said, contempt and hatred obviously in his voice.
Edith brought the tips of her fingers to her lips, feigning her own disgust. “How awful!”
He nodded solemnly. “Indeed. We knew it was likely one of those beasts but-- Not like this.” Edith had had her suspicions, not all Vampires that descended upon human villages were looking to integrate themselves for good reason. But it could be anyone, in truth. Someone completely new or someone turned. Edith tightened her hold on William’s arm.
“The investigation has been rather fruitless. We are attempting to keep from mass hysteria but…” his gaze turned to Edith for a moment. “I do recommend you stay indoors during this time of night, Miss, it is never safe on these streets in the shadows of the night, but certainly not now. Same goes for your, Mister William.” The officer nodded his head heavily. “The vampire… seems to target women moreso than men, but we found a few in the pile.”
The officer straighetend his back. “If lord Sterling does have any ideas, do tell him to come see us tomorrow. But I would pass the message to him the dangers of walking out at night. Doctors are never the strongest fellows and we need them now more than ever.” Edith, in truth, nearly snickered at that. But instead she nodded.
“William and I will be careful at night, is that right William?” Edith had no plans on making good on that promise, but they could appease this old man.
I fact she was beginning to think of going on this very night to investigate. It would do no one any harm.
All the anxiety had not yet vanished, but he rested with a bit more ease, just a bit, knowing how easily she still accepted him into her room. He let out a soft breath, it stirred the blonde hair on the top of her head. It did not change the fact that he had, in that moment of passion, brought her into this world of darkness and the twisted macabre, but the moment he laid eyes on her again he could remember why. The desperation of that night came back, the passion and heat which lead him to give her Death’s Kiss, desperately wanting to hold on to this for the entirety of his immortal life.
He had lost a hold of himself, as though the beast within had come out, fueled by every passion and hunger he had possessed. Everytime he had smelled her sweet scent and desperately wished to draw blood from her. Everytime he had thought of drinking from her and everytime he had thought of her death slipping her out of his grasp.
For moment, he felt his body go cold as she admitted to knowing what he was. The fear of her finding out had always been there. The thought she would reject him for being the beast that plagued the lives of humans.
“Lizzy, oh, no you-- you could never do anything wrong.” the deep-seated guilt reared its ugly head as he stroked her pale cheek with his thumb. “You’ve never- No it was me, it was all me. I just- I didn’t think.” And he was supposed to be so good at that. But whenever it came to her, it seemed his mind left him so easily.
I love you. He closed his eyes, swallowing hard. The words struck him in a way he did not know he could be hit. Many people had told him such things in his immortal life, but he had never been struck by the words as he had been now.
“Oh, my love. I love you too, Lizzy. I won’t leave again. I promise.” He would keep that promise. He could not bear to cause more pain then he had already. And it struck him she was still a fledgling. How foolish was he to leave a fledgling to fend for themselves? Most of them relied on their master’s to get through life.
“His blood?” he asked suddenly, the words struck him. “Whose? Whose blood did you drink? Do they know what you- we are now?” he asked. He glanced around nervously, lapping at his upper lip. Stupid. Stupid. Had he truly thought it would be alright? A fledgling was the most likely to tip off a hunter. Even a bantling could was at risk in such precarious conditions that she was in.
“Oh God… I’m sorry. You must be so confused.” he rubbed his nose. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left you. You’re just a fledgling--” he shook his head. “Come sit down,” he said as he began to lead her to a chair. “You must have so many questions, Lizzy.”
Officer Miller bowed his head, lips turned in a frown, but he did as he was bid without question. Edith was more than happy to have him out of her house. The older officer put his helmet back on his head, carefully running his fingers over his mustache as he seemed to contemplate where to begin his story.
“I am afraid it is quite gruesome. We have been getting reports of women and men waking up, blissed, having been drunk from before-” Edith kept her face passive, knowing well many of those cases were likely her father himself. “But in recent weeks, Miss Edith, Mister William, people have been going missing. Perhaps you have noticed with patients or the likes, but at the pier… butchered. Like pieces of meat. Limbs ripped from their bodies and completely drained of life. That woman was the first we had found with a bit of life in her. It was one of those bloodsucking monsters, that is for certain.” he said, contempt and hatred obviously in his voice.
Edith brought the tips of her fingers to her lips, feigning her own disgust. “How awful!”
He nodded solemnly. “Indeed. We knew it was likely one of those beasts but-- Not like this.” Edith had had her suspicions, not all Vampires that descended upon human villages were looking to integrate themselves for good reason. But it could be anyone, in truth. Someone completely new or someone turned. Edith tightened her hold on William’s arm.
“The investigation has been rather fruitless. We are attempting to keep from mass hysteria but…” his gaze turned to Edith for a moment. “I do recommend you stay indoors during this time of night, Miss, it is never safe on these streets in the shadows of the night, but certainly not now. Same goes for your, Mister William.” The officer nodded his head heavily. “The vampire… seems to target women moreso than men, but we found a few in the pile.”
The officer straighetend his back. “If lord Sterling does have any ideas, do tell him to come see us tomorrow. But I would pass the message to him the dangers of walking out at night. Doctors are never the strongest fellows and we need them now more than ever.” Edith, in truth, nearly snickered at that. But instead she nodded.
“William and I will be careful at night, is that right William?” Edith had no plans on making good on that promise, but they could appease this old man.
I fact she was beginning to think of going on this very night to investigate. It would do no one any harm.
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A soft smile appeared on her lips as he promised he would never leave again. For the first time in what felt like an eternity.
She didn't care about her lightheadedness and her father's screaming seemed so far away. All that mattered was that he was here and he was not going to leave her.
He seemed to decipher the random thoughts she shared as he suddenly asked who it was that she referred to. She sat down as he led her to the chair and for the first time since he showed up, she realized how tired she actually had been. She was barely sleeping and she hadn't fed since that night when she fed on her father.
She took a deep breath as she tried to recall what happened that night to tell Jasper. "I... It's all a blur. I didn't mean to. I wasn't even sure of what I ... what we are until that point. I'd been sick since our night together. Ada (an older maid that served in the estate and practically raised her up) would get me food but ... I couldn't stomach it. Just the look of it made me feel sick."
Ashamed of the next part, Elizabeth looked down and busied herself with the see-through sleeve of her chemise, "When I started getting better, I ... well, I walked around the house and tried to act as normal as possible. But ... I felt so ... hungry", she whispered the hunger part to him as for some reason, she felt it wasn't very lady-like.
"Every time one of our staff would be nearby or every time I was around father. I felt like ... I needed to ... " She paused for a second then added, "Father was screaming at me to get over to his room. He was drinking late that night and ... I went over. He was yelling something and I ... that's when it blurs. All I remember is I came to with my ... I was biting him. I thought I killed him... It was terrifying but he ... was still breathing."
She looked up to him, "I cleaned him up and tried to make it seem like he hurt himself while drunk. He never brought it up with me the days after so I don't know what he thinks happened. Maybe he didn't notice? He hurts himself a lot while drunk... I ... can't be around him or Ada. I... I might hurt them. I ..."
Pausing for a moment, she held his hands looking for comfort and whispered, " I don't know what to do."
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"One of those bloodsucking monsters", William resisted the urge to speak up and instead tightened his hand on Edith's arm.
"How painful." He commented as the officer went on. He knew that Lord Ezra feeds very carefully. Obviously, there would be more vampires around, but what concerned him the most is there were probably investigations around. They could potentially look into Lord Ezra's curious behavior. Could the townspeople harm Lord Ezra or Edith? The officer said the investigations were so far fruitless, but for how long.
On warning them of the dangers of the night, William resisted the urge to smirk considering Lord Ezra's nature. He nodded slightly to acknowledge the warning and turned to Edith, "Of course. We will need to be very careful. And we need to notify your father as soon as he returns from his patient's visit."
Reading her eyes, however, he felt she was about to say something he really didn't want to do. She would most probably want to go out at night and investigate herself. His eyes widened slightly but quickly he hid his concerns as the officer was still there.
Turning back to the officer, "Well, officer. We really appreciate your warnings and your visit. All this information will definitely be useful. We'll make sure Lord Sterling knows as well. If there's anything we can do to help, please do let us know. And do take care of yourself. I'm sure I speak for the whole town when I say your efforts are highly appreciated."
In other words, he was hoping the officer's visit would come to an end so he can try to knock some sense into his fiancee.
She didn't care about her lightheadedness and her father's screaming seemed so far away. All that mattered was that he was here and he was not going to leave her.
He seemed to decipher the random thoughts she shared as he suddenly asked who it was that she referred to. She sat down as he led her to the chair and for the first time since he showed up, she realized how tired she actually had been. She was barely sleeping and she hadn't fed since that night when she fed on her father.
She took a deep breath as she tried to recall what happened that night to tell Jasper. "I... It's all a blur. I didn't mean to. I wasn't even sure of what I ... what we are until that point. I'd been sick since our night together. Ada (an older maid that served in the estate and practically raised her up) would get me food but ... I couldn't stomach it. Just the look of it made me feel sick."
Ashamed of the next part, Elizabeth looked down and busied herself with the see-through sleeve of her chemise, "When I started getting better, I ... well, I walked around the house and tried to act as normal as possible. But ... I felt so ... hungry", she whispered the hunger part to him as for some reason, she felt it wasn't very lady-like.
"Every time one of our staff would be nearby or every time I was around father. I felt like ... I needed to ... " She paused for a second then added, "Father was screaming at me to get over to his room. He was drinking late that night and ... I went over. He was yelling something and I ... that's when it blurs. All I remember is I came to with my ... I was biting him. I thought I killed him... It was terrifying but he ... was still breathing."
She looked up to him, "I cleaned him up and tried to make it seem like he hurt himself while drunk. He never brought it up with me the days after so I don't know what he thinks happened. Maybe he didn't notice? He hurts himself a lot while drunk... I ... can't be around him or Ada. I... I might hurt them. I ..."
Pausing for a moment, she held his hands looking for comfort and whispered, " I don't know what to do."
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"One of those bloodsucking monsters", William resisted the urge to speak up and instead tightened his hand on Edith's arm.
"How painful." He commented as the officer went on. He knew that Lord Ezra feeds very carefully. Obviously, there would be more vampires around, but what concerned him the most is there were probably investigations around. They could potentially look into Lord Ezra's curious behavior. Could the townspeople harm Lord Ezra or Edith? The officer said the investigations were so far fruitless, but for how long.
On warning them of the dangers of the night, William resisted the urge to smirk considering Lord Ezra's nature. He nodded slightly to acknowledge the warning and turned to Edith, "Of course. We will need to be very careful. And we need to notify your father as soon as he returns from his patient's visit."
Reading her eyes, however, he felt she was about to say something he really didn't want to do. She would most probably want to go out at night and investigate herself. His eyes widened slightly but quickly he hid his concerns as the officer was still there.
Turning back to the officer, "Well, officer. We really appreciate your warnings and your visit. All this information will definitely be useful. We'll make sure Lord Sterling knows as well. If there's anything we can do to help, please do let us know. And do take care of yourself. I'm sure I speak for the whole town when I say your efforts are highly appreciated."
In other words, he was hoping the officer's visit would come to an end so he can try to knock some sense into his fiancee.
Melpomene
Writer of Tragedy|Art by ROYTHEART|
Jasper listened carefully to her qualms and troubles. He took her hand into his own. It did not surprise him how confused she must have been when she had first been turned, not understanding the hunger that could consume and overtake a vampire so quickly. Especially a fledgling. They were growing and in need of nourishment, perhaps more so than a pundit like he was. Pundits, while the hunger could still consume them, gnaw at them, usually would not overtake them. Usually. Even as a pundit, Jasper had been consumed by his need for Elizabeth like he was nothing more than a bantling, or worse yet, a fledgling.
He covered her hand with his own, a soft frown making its way to his lips. She was not caught. At the very least, her father was not suspicious. Jasper suspected he was drunk too often to even notice if any vampire was attacking him. He could likely have been drunk from by just about any of the kith that came to the town and he would not notice. But he could tell the need, the hunger, must have frightened Lizzy.
"The hunger... I should have stayed. I should have warned you of it." he breathed as he took her hand up and placed a gentle kiss to it. He lowered it and nodded fervently. "You haven't taken a drink since then, have you?" he bit his lip, his fang piercing the skin. That was bad. At this point, she could go on a feeding rampage, showing no care for who she drank from or when. They would need to rectify this tonight. He reached and took her other hand. She did not know how to hunt, he knew, but it would do her well to learn. He would not leave, but a vampire must know such basics.
"A vampire, Lizzy-- what you feel is natural. You were hungry and human food does not taste as it once did. Blood is the only thing vampires survive off of. Your father was an easy target and the hunger consumed you and it will again if we don't get you something."
She was inexperienced, and with the recent whispers of increased vampiric attacks, he worried over taking her out. A hunter would be attracted to the town soon. That was the biggest danger for vampires in the human civilizations, especially fledglings. But she needed blood or else she would certainly be found out. "We need to get you fed," he hummed as he looked over at her balcony. "Lizzy, I can bring you something back," he said quietly as he stood straighter. He frowned. He was not Cattle-kin but it would be difficult to bring an entire person back in if it was not a child, and he had stipulations against feeding on children. It would have to be an animal, perhaps a small dog or a cat. He was certainly against making her feed from rats as he was forced to in his lowest times.
"It would not be much, but it would be something. I don't know if you should go out hunting yet..." she seemed so weak and fragile now. Why had he not been there?
The older officer bowed his head as he looked to both of them. "I apologize for the commotion we have caused the both of you, and I apologize for my officer's behavior, he usually is more respectful." The officer nodded to the both of them before the stepped back. "May God bless you two in these fearful nights. Stay out of the streets as much as possible, I fear this beast will not leave us any time soon. At least not until we get the proper hunters here to take care of every bloodsucking bastard that troubles this town." then he turned on his heel and was seen to the door by Lilian, who returned quickly to begin attending to the mess that was laid.
"Hunters..." Edith said, bringing her fingers to her lips for a moment. That spelled bad news for everyone involved. Her father, any other vampire living peacefully, they would be subjected to this ruthless burning no matter why they were here. This new vampire, this enemy, was spelling trouble for everyone.
Without a moment's thought, she had gone to the coat hanger to ger her shawl, coming back over to the chairs to began slipping her shoes back on to her feet and properly fixing her stockings to prepare going out.
Now she had an actual lead to follow and the pier... If she could get a look, perhaps a scent, she would be able to figure out another place to go. She had a leg up on most investigators. Perhaps they were more seasoned, but they did not understand the vampiric mind the way that she did. "By the pier, hmm," she hummed out loud as she began to twist her hair into a bun to pin it up. It was dangerous to leave him on the loose for more people than just her. Never was it supposed to be this dangerous to simply exist during the night, and a vampire so bold seemed out of place. Most that stayed in towns and civilization attempted to be as discreet as possible.
Some to the point that towns would go on for weeks before they figured out that a butterfly was among them. This one, however, was fearless.
She fully expected William to object, however, she did not really care. "You may go home if you wish, William, I will not be here for the rest of the night-- I must get going before father comes home or else he'll make me go to my room, bother him, he is always so overprotective, isn't he? Telling you to make sure I stay out of trouble- I am twenty-one! I know how to stay out of trouble." she said as she licked her tongue, wrapping her shawl around her pale shoulders.
He covered her hand with his own, a soft frown making its way to his lips. She was not caught. At the very least, her father was not suspicious. Jasper suspected he was drunk too often to even notice if any vampire was attacking him. He could likely have been drunk from by just about any of the kith that came to the town and he would not notice. But he could tell the need, the hunger, must have frightened Lizzy.
"The hunger... I should have stayed. I should have warned you of it." he breathed as he took her hand up and placed a gentle kiss to it. He lowered it and nodded fervently. "You haven't taken a drink since then, have you?" he bit his lip, his fang piercing the skin. That was bad. At this point, she could go on a feeding rampage, showing no care for who she drank from or when. They would need to rectify this tonight. He reached and took her other hand. She did not know how to hunt, he knew, but it would do her well to learn. He would not leave, but a vampire must know such basics.
"A vampire, Lizzy-- what you feel is natural. You were hungry and human food does not taste as it once did. Blood is the only thing vampires survive off of. Your father was an easy target and the hunger consumed you and it will again if we don't get you something."
She was inexperienced, and with the recent whispers of increased vampiric attacks, he worried over taking her out. A hunter would be attracted to the town soon. That was the biggest danger for vampires in the human civilizations, especially fledglings. But she needed blood or else she would certainly be found out. "We need to get you fed," he hummed as he looked over at her balcony. "Lizzy, I can bring you something back," he said quietly as he stood straighter. He frowned. He was not Cattle-kin but it would be difficult to bring an entire person back in if it was not a child, and he had stipulations against feeding on children. It would have to be an animal, perhaps a small dog or a cat. He was certainly against making her feed from rats as he was forced to in his lowest times.
"It would not be much, but it would be something. I don't know if you should go out hunting yet..." she seemed so weak and fragile now. Why had he not been there?
"Hunters..." Edith said, bringing her fingers to her lips for a moment. That spelled bad news for everyone involved. Her father, any other vampire living peacefully, they would be subjected to this ruthless burning no matter why they were here. This new vampire, this enemy, was spelling trouble for everyone.
Without a moment's thought, she had gone to the coat hanger to ger her shawl, coming back over to the chairs to began slipping her shoes back on to her feet and properly fixing her stockings to prepare going out.
Now she had an actual lead to follow and the pier... If she could get a look, perhaps a scent, she would be able to figure out another place to go. She had a leg up on most investigators. Perhaps they were more seasoned, but they did not understand the vampiric mind the way that she did. "By the pier, hmm," she hummed out loud as she began to twist her hair into a bun to pin it up. It was dangerous to leave him on the loose for more people than just her. Never was it supposed to be this dangerous to simply exist during the night, and a vampire so bold seemed out of place. Most that stayed in towns and civilization attempted to be as discreet as possible.
Some to the point that towns would go on for weeks before they figured out that a butterfly was among them. This one, however, was fearless.
She fully expected William to object, however, she did not really care. "You may go home if you wish, William, I will not be here for the rest of the night-- I must get going before father comes home or else he'll make me go to my room, bother him, he is always so overprotective, isn't he? Telling you to make sure I stay out of trouble- I am twenty-one! I know how to stay out of trouble." she said as she licked her tongue, wrapping her shawl around her pale shoulders.
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He listened to her patiently while gently holding her hand. She could read the concern on his face and in his eyes. Her 'hunger' risked her life.
But she read something else on his face. Her heart ached as she saw guilt pain him. He turned her, yes, and while she would have preferred if he had been there for the last two weeks, she didn't think it was right for him to blame himself.
Things happen. Life happens. Sometimes our emotions make us do very stupid things. She thought to herself. After all, she was an engaged woman, and yet she had given herself to a man other than her fiancee. Not that she thinks it was a mistake. She was Jasper's. She was born to be Jasper's. That was a fact she had come to accept for a while now and his absence for the last two weeks cemented it.
She made a mental note to talk to him about his guilt and free him from it after they'd taken the proper steps to rectify her mistake.
When he asked her if she had drunk since that night she fed on her father, she shook her head and said, "I ... couldn't. What if I drank too much? I ... I couldn't let myself. I tried to eat more human food ... but ... "
As he explained to her more about the vampire nature ... their nature, she felt terrified at the possibility of being consumed again. She still couldn't mentally accept the fact that she had to drink blood now to feed, but if she didn't, it seemed like things were going to get worse.
He offered to get her something to feed on noting that he wasn't sure if she was ready to go hunting yet. On the one hand, she was feeling very weak and would probably be a burden if she went with him. On the other hand, she'd never ... relied on someone before to look after her so she felt very odd accepting the offer.
"I ... you would do that? I just ... do you think ... I will do what you think is best. I could join if I won't endanger you ... Or I could wait here till you come back..."
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The officer bid them both a good night and apologized for his subordinate's shameful behavior before leaving the house.
Immediately, William turned to Edith, "I don't like this."
But she was already putting on her shoes and fixing her hair murmuring about the pier and hunters. This was a bad idea! They were going to head out without a plan. And what would happen if they ran into the culprit?
He kept thinking in 'they' because he was as hell not going to let her go on her own if she stubbornly insisted on going out. And yet, she told him he could go home if he wanted.
"Like hell I'm going to let you go alone. Don't you think we should wait and at least plan?" He was obviously going to join her as he reached out for his jacket, but he was hoping she would change her mind at least for the night. He understood that vampire attacking the townspeople was a danger on her and her father but ... he hated doing things without a plan. Especially things that could end up killing her. "We could run into the culprit for all we know. What are we going to do then? I highly doubt they would be alright with just having a conversation from everything we're seeing."
But she read something else on his face. Her heart ached as she saw guilt pain him. He turned her, yes, and while she would have preferred if he had been there for the last two weeks, she didn't think it was right for him to blame himself.
Things happen. Life happens. Sometimes our emotions make us do very stupid things. She thought to herself. After all, she was an engaged woman, and yet she had given herself to a man other than her fiancee. Not that she thinks it was a mistake. She was Jasper's. She was born to be Jasper's. That was a fact she had come to accept for a while now and his absence for the last two weeks cemented it.
She made a mental note to talk to him about his guilt and free him from it after they'd taken the proper steps to rectify her mistake.
When he asked her if she had drunk since that night she fed on her father, she shook her head and said, "I ... couldn't. What if I drank too much? I ... I couldn't let myself. I tried to eat more human food ... but ... "
As he explained to her more about the vampire nature ... their nature, she felt terrified at the possibility of being consumed again. She still couldn't mentally accept the fact that she had to drink blood now to feed, but if she didn't, it seemed like things were going to get worse.
He offered to get her something to feed on noting that he wasn't sure if she was ready to go hunting yet. On the one hand, she was feeling very weak and would probably be a burden if she went with him. On the other hand, she'd never ... relied on someone before to look after her so she felt very odd accepting the offer.
"I ... you would do that? I just ... do you think ... I will do what you think is best. I could join if I won't endanger you ... Or I could wait here till you come back..."
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The officer bid them both a good night and apologized for his subordinate's shameful behavior before leaving the house.
Immediately, William turned to Edith, "I don't like this."
But she was already putting on her shoes and fixing her hair murmuring about the pier and hunters. This was a bad idea! They were going to head out without a plan. And what would happen if they ran into the culprit?
He kept thinking in 'they' because he was as hell not going to let her go on her own if she stubbornly insisted on going out. And yet, she told him he could go home if he wanted.
"Like hell I'm going to let you go alone. Don't you think we should wait and at least plan?" He was obviously going to join her as he reached out for his jacket, but he was hoping she would change her mind at least for the night. He understood that vampire attacking the townspeople was a danger on her and her father but ... he hated doing things without a plan. Especially things that could end up killing her. "We could run into the culprit for all we know. What are we going to do then? I highly doubt they would be alright with just having a conversation from everything we're seeing."
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It was a quiet night, though their certainly had been an influx in hysteria and fear ever since people began going missing. That alone was Jasper to worry leaving her alone, it was not uncommon for pundits to bring their fledglings with them everywhere, in some cases it was necessary. Quite frankly, he simply wished to take her so she could be brought from the horrid house she had been trapped in. The town would never be safe for a beginning vampire, but perhaps he could begin to show her how one would go about hunting so she did not have to come to this predicament again.
He finally nodded his head and urged her to stand along with him. He was unsure exactly how to teach someone. While he had become a master himself, it was over a century ago that he had been taught by Charles and he had nearly forgotten what it was like to be a fledgling. Living past one lifetime tended to do that. Strangely enough, he had not yet completely forgotten what it meant to be human.
And he did remember, at least, the transition was not easy.
"You can come with me," he said quietly. "It will be alright, we won't do anything... too extraneous today. You don't have to do any hunting now, but... You should learn before the transition is done. And I can teach you about what you will be able to do, what powers you have been given."
The sun had not set too long ago, luckily, giving them most of the night. In truth, it could feel liberating to walk out knowing that yourself was the most dangerous thing which walked about the streets, a petty robber was not going to kill them as they would a human. Jasper stepped towards her balcony and held a hand out, a small smile came to his lips as it once had those weeks before this.
"Shall we explore this night and dance beneath the stars together, m'lady?"
Edith whirled back to look at William, putting her hands on her hips and standing up straighter. An impish smile had come to her lips. It was rather well known that she was not one to be easily convinced of otherwise whenever she made her mind up. If they waited too long then there was a chance they would miss something, whether that be a chance or a piece of evidence which could lead them the way of this true vampire that was reigning terror on the town.
"Oh, my dear William, if you fear the vampire then you do not need to go," she said as she leaned in and tapped his nose. "But I, however, fully believe I can give them a 'How do you do' when they find me- who knows, they may be interesting for me to speak to. Actually, perhaps it is better if you stay behind." she said as she took her muff warmer and slipped her hands inside before walking to the door.
She was still not quite proper, her hair was loosely put up, leaving a few red strands hanging and framing her face, her lip paint had begun to fade, but she was fully prepared to take on the night.
"You can speak to father and calm him down," she said with a slight giggle, as though that would be enough. In fact, it would be worse as Silas would not allow her to hear the end of it. At the very least if William went with her, she could make a false claim that she was simply seeing to a patient after being called. "As for a plan... hm... Well you're the one that comes up with plans, William." Edith shook her head. "So if we are to have a plan then what would you suggest the plan be? Go to the pier, see if we can find anything, if the vampire comes you run and I will speak to them."
William likely would not agree to that plan, but Edith was already at the door.
He finally nodded his head and urged her to stand along with him. He was unsure exactly how to teach someone. While he had become a master himself, it was over a century ago that he had been taught by Charles and he had nearly forgotten what it was like to be a fledgling. Living past one lifetime tended to do that. Strangely enough, he had not yet completely forgotten what it meant to be human.
And he did remember, at least, the transition was not easy.
"You can come with me," he said quietly. "It will be alright, we won't do anything... too extraneous today. You don't have to do any hunting now, but... You should learn before the transition is done. And I can teach you about what you will be able to do, what powers you have been given."
The sun had not set too long ago, luckily, giving them most of the night. In truth, it could feel liberating to walk out knowing that yourself was the most dangerous thing which walked about the streets, a petty robber was not going to kill them as they would a human. Jasper stepped towards her balcony and held a hand out, a small smile came to his lips as it once had those weeks before this.
"Shall we explore this night and dance beneath the stars together, m'lady?"
"Oh, my dear William, if you fear the vampire then you do not need to go," she said as she leaned in and tapped his nose. "But I, however, fully believe I can give them a 'How do you do' when they find me- who knows, they may be interesting for me to speak to. Actually, perhaps it is better if you stay behind." she said as she took her muff warmer and slipped her hands inside before walking to the door.
She was still not quite proper, her hair was loosely put up, leaving a few red strands hanging and framing her face, her lip paint had begun to fade, but she was fully prepared to take on the night.
"You can speak to father and calm him down," she said with a slight giggle, as though that would be enough. In fact, it would be worse as Silas would not allow her to hear the end of it. At the very least if William went with her, she could make a false claim that she was simply seeing to a patient after being called. "As for a plan... hm... Well you're the one that comes up with plans, William." Edith shook her head. "So if we are to have a plan then what would you suggest the plan be? Go to the pier, see if we can find anything, if the vampire comes you run and I will speak to them."
William likely would not agree to that plan, but Edith was already at the door.
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He seemed to think for a moment. She knew he would make the best decision for her. He knew what they were and had been through a similar predicament (at least she thought so -- didn't all vampire go through this transition?)
When he finally told her quietly she could accompany him, she smiled. He stepped to the balcony and held out a hand for her inviting her out.
Without missing a beat, Elizabeth grabbed a dressing gown that she quickly put over her chemise and accepted his hand, "I'd be honored to, my love."
As she stepped outside to stand by his side, she felt as if she were seeing the moonlight for the first time. Was the moon always so bright? Was that a side effect for her becoming a creature of the night?
The wind rustled through her dressing gown but she wasn't cold. If anything, she welcomed the slight chill. She hadn't been out since her turning. Between feeling very ill the first few days then fearing to hurt others, she'd been cooped up inside.
If staying at home was hard before, those last two weeks were ... painful. She turned around to face him and smiled, "This is so ... exciting."
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"I'm definitely not staying behind! If I fear them, I would be even more concerned about you meeting them on your own." That was accompanied by a scoff at even the thought he was too scared.
Was he scared actually? He wasn't sure. He just ... didn't think that was the right thing to do. That was it. No fear, just rational thinking.
She even suggested he would stay behind and calm her father. Now that was a scary thought. Oh yes, sir. Your daughter went out alone to meet a potentially dangerous vampire. Don't worry. She won't die. Maybe.
He followed her to the door and looked down at her considering their height difference before tucking in a few of the loose hairs behind her ears gently. "I will not run. Just to make that perfectly clear. As for the plan, we'll think of something on our way. But please ... promise not to do anything too rash."
When he finally told her quietly she could accompany him, she smiled. He stepped to the balcony and held out a hand for her inviting her out.
Without missing a beat, Elizabeth grabbed a dressing gown that she quickly put over her chemise and accepted his hand, "I'd be honored to, my love."
As she stepped outside to stand by his side, she felt as if she were seeing the moonlight for the first time. Was the moon always so bright? Was that a side effect for her becoming a creature of the night?
The wind rustled through her dressing gown but she wasn't cold. If anything, she welcomed the slight chill. She hadn't been out since her turning. Between feeling very ill the first few days then fearing to hurt others, she'd been cooped up inside.
If staying at home was hard before, those last two weeks were ... painful. She turned around to face him and smiled, "This is so ... exciting."
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"I'm definitely not staying behind! If I fear them, I would be even more concerned about you meeting them on your own." That was accompanied by a scoff at even the thought he was too scared.
Was he scared actually? He wasn't sure. He just ... didn't think that was the right thing to do. That was it. No fear, just rational thinking.
She even suggested he would stay behind and calm her father. Now that was a scary thought. Oh yes, sir. Your daughter went out alone to meet a potentially dangerous vampire. Don't worry. She won't die. Maybe.
He followed her to the door and looked down at her considering their height difference before tucking in a few of the loose hairs behind her ears gently. "I will not run. Just to make that perfectly clear. As for the plan, we'll think of something on our way. But please ... promise not to do anything too rash."
Melpomene
Writer of Tragedy|Art by ROYTHEART|
It was nice to have returned so easily to this. For a moment, he realized that no longer being able to go on these nightly escapades with the woman whom he had come to love was what had caused the most fear to begin clenching in his chest more densely than the guilt had. In the two weeks that he had been gone, running amuck in the streets unknowing of his own actions as though he was a simple fledgling, he had missed this the most, as he had grown so used to having her close to him that it seemed odd to spend any time away, especially when he could not know if or when he would ever see her again.
"I admit... I do not think I felt so alive until I was brought into the land of the undead," Jasper said. He could hardly remember being human, but he could remember always putting up some facade, some sort of wall, curtain, which would block others from looking upon the real him, remaining the perfect son to a family who demanded it. It seemed in that aspect, not many things had changed, though he had been born in a very different time.
"You are not fully developed yet, however-" he figured he should begin telling her about the process. "You probably will notice some things sounding louder and brighter, we can only be alive at night so our eyes are more attuned to darkness than a humans, you will be able to see much better than you are used to." he jumped on to the railing of her balcony, balancing perfectly as he stood there, a ghost of a smile came to his lips as he briefly lifted a food, and then all at once he jumped from it, hitting the ground quietly before he held out his arms for her to follow him, looking up.
"Do not fear, you shall be fine. And then we can get to the most fun part of the night, being a vampire, Lizzy, it is quite freeing." It was extremely freeing, in truth. Jasper was feeling his excitement growing at the thought of inviting her into his world.
"When have I ever done anything rash?!" Edith said as she turned her head to the side and lightly sniffed the air. She knew he likely had several examples, from the time she nearly ran from her house in nothing but her chemise, bloomers, and corset, to the time she had nearly battled a man thrice her size over a petty insult he had casted William's way. Neither of those times did she regret, and she did not believe she was acting rash.
She shifted and took his arm, tucking her hand in his elbow as she sidled closer to him. It would be inappropriate to any proper person to look upon them, but it was inappropriate already to be walking about at such a late time. Edith would manage well enough. She had to face criticism all her life for how she behaved, and she could not bring her self to worry now.
"William, how will I protect you from a vampire if you don't run!" she said playfully. "We both know I am the true rationality and muscle between the both of us." Even though she did not know the first thing about using a sword. Or a gun. Or a knife, unless it was a scalpel and she was performing some type of medical procedure. Perhaps one day she would ask him to teach her to fight in some ways, she had asked her father, but Ezra was a busy man and was always jumping from one person to another.
"But I suppose I can promise to try and not be rash, if you are going to worry like so. You really must stop, you will get wrinkles if you do that. Now, we will go check out the pier, but if we run into a vampire then I still believe it is best you run. I have been told my blood is not as nice, being a dhampir, they may not be as likely to attack..." In truth, that was only an observance that she had not tested and had not planned on until now, but they could see.
"I admit... I do not think I felt so alive until I was brought into the land of the undead," Jasper said. He could hardly remember being human, but he could remember always putting up some facade, some sort of wall, curtain, which would block others from looking upon the real him, remaining the perfect son to a family who demanded it. It seemed in that aspect, not many things had changed, though he had been born in a very different time.
"You are not fully developed yet, however-" he figured he should begin telling her about the process. "You probably will notice some things sounding louder and brighter, we can only be alive at night so our eyes are more attuned to darkness than a humans, you will be able to see much better than you are used to." he jumped on to the railing of her balcony, balancing perfectly as he stood there, a ghost of a smile came to his lips as he briefly lifted a food, and then all at once he jumped from it, hitting the ground quietly before he held out his arms for her to follow him, looking up.
"Do not fear, you shall be fine. And then we can get to the most fun part of the night, being a vampire, Lizzy, it is quite freeing." It was extremely freeing, in truth. Jasper was feeling his excitement growing at the thought of inviting her into his world.
She shifted and took his arm, tucking her hand in his elbow as she sidled closer to him. It would be inappropriate to any proper person to look upon them, but it was inappropriate already to be walking about at such a late time. Edith would manage well enough. She had to face criticism all her life for how she behaved, and she could not bring her self to worry now.
"William, how will I protect you from a vampire if you don't run!" she said playfully. "We both know I am the true rationality and muscle between the both of us." Even though she did not know the first thing about using a sword. Or a gun. Or a knife, unless it was a scalpel and she was performing some type of medical procedure. Perhaps one day she would ask him to teach her to fight in some ways, she had asked her father, but Ezra was a busy man and was always jumping from one person to another.
"But I suppose I can promise to try and not be rash, if you are going to worry like so. You really must stop, you will get wrinkles if you do that. Now, we will go check out the pier, but if we run into a vampire then I still believe it is best you run. I have been told my blood is not as nice, being a dhampir, they may not be as likely to attack..." In truth, that was only an observance that she had not tested and had not planned on until now, but they could see.
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She felt somewhat excited hearing his comment about how he hadn't felt so alive until he was brought to the world of the undead. For as long as she could remember, she felt trapped. Trapped by her father, trapped by society, trapped by expectations. Life felt dull. Everything was expected to be there so nothing seemed exciting or surprising. All that seemed to change when she met Jasper.
And it all seemed to be changing yet again.
She closed her eyes for a moment as she invited in the new sensations of the night and the breeze. Opening her eyes again, she saw him step onto the balcony's rail before jumping off ever-so-smoothly. Almost instinctively, she worriedly looked below to see if he was hurt. But he wasn't.
Holding out his arms, he invited her to his world reassuring her she would be safe.
Jumping out of the balcony seemed a little bit ... crazy. Of course, she'd run out to meet Jasper in the middle of the night before. Or invited him to her place, but she'd never ... jumped out of a balcony before fearing she'd get hurt.
But tonight ... he was there with her. She was being reborn.
She climbed the railing, took a deep breath, and jumped into his arms. Feeling a bit adventurous and playful, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a quick soft kiss on the lips, "I'm ready."
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"I did find a gray hair the other day." He pointed out with a slight smirk when she pointed out he would get wrinkles. "I think it might be too late for that. My fate's been sealed upon meeting you."
As she told him more seriously he should run if they ran into the culprit, his eyebrows furrowed. Sure she'd joked about it earlier but to say it seriously ... "I can never do that."
Not only was he doing it out of loyalty (and because he cared about her especially) but that just seemed ... cowardly.
For a brief moment, he remembered when his tutor was teaching him and his brother sword fighting as kids. His older brother, one of the many things they disagreed on, found the whole exercise very silly. Guns existed and were faster as well as deadlier. Why in the world were they learning how to carry and use a sword.
Their tutor sat them both down and explained, "A gun is faster. Of course, that is true. But a gun is cowardly. Easier to use to end a person from afar and without alerting them. Real men face head-on."
"Besides, I'm armed." He, then, asked, "I do have a question, though. When Lord Ezra feeds, he doesn't take the human's life. Why would this vampire be different?"
And it all seemed to be changing yet again.
She closed her eyes for a moment as she invited in the new sensations of the night and the breeze. Opening her eyes again, she saw him step onto the balcony's rail before jumping off ever-so-smoothly. Almost instinctively, she worriedly looked below to see if he was hurt. But he wasn't.
Holding out his arms, he invited her to his world reassuring her she would be safe.
Jumping out of the balcony seemed a little bit ... crazy. Of course, she'd run out to meet Jasper in the middle of the night before. Or invited him to her place, but she'd never ... jumped out of a balcony before fearing she'd get hurt.
But tonight ... he was there with her. She was being reborn.
She climbed the railing, took a deep breath, and jumped into his arms. Feeling a bit adventurous and playful, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a quick soft kiss on the lips, "I'm ready."
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"I did find a gray hair the other day." He pointed out with a slight smirk when she pointed out he would get wrinkles. "I think it might be too late for that. My fate's been sealed upon meeting you."
As she told him more seriously he should run if they ran into the culprit, his eyebrows furrowed. Sure she'd joked about it earlier but to say it seriously ... "I can never do that."
Not only was he doing it out of loyalty (and because he cared about her especially) but that just seemed ... cowardly.
For a brief moment, he remembered when his tutor was teaching him and his brother sword fighting as kids. His older brother, one of the many things they disagreed on, found the whole exercise very silly. Guns existed and were faster as well as deadlier. Why in the world were they learning how to carry and use a sword.
Their tutor sat them both down and explained, "A gun is faster. Of course, that is true. But a gun is cowardly. Easier to use to end a person from afar and without alerting them. Real men face head-on."
"Besides, I'm armed." He, then, asked, "I do have a question, though. When Lord Ezra feeds, he doesn't take the human's life. Why would this vampire be different?"
Melpomene
Writer of Tragedy|Art by ROYTHEART|
Jasper had to smile. In all honestly it was exciting to see his Lizzy being able to join him to galavant throughout the night. It was possibly the two things he could believe to be the most important in his life, the woman he loves along with the strong pull of the night. It was in the unbeating heart of any vampire to bring themselves into the light of the moon and feel the way it crossed their pale skin as they ran through the hunt.
He had missed her kisses and felt breathless when he felt her lips on his again, he looped his arms around her waist and then leaned down to kiss her again, letting it linger for only a moment before pulling back with a smile that showed a bit of his fang.
"Then let us go out into the night." he said as he took her hand then began to take them away from her manor, to the road that led away from it. The night was still young and the moon bright along with the street lamps. There would be nothing to worry about for now. For now they were allowed to feel alive in the wonderful crisp air.
"Alright, darling, the first thing you must know is find someone who walks in the night. You can bite them and leave them completely fine, it is what I do. They will not even remember the attack, in fact when you bite them they will feel blissful and wonderful when you bite them, but you must find the best to try to quench the thirst."
He said as he began to lead her down into the road.
"Oh don't speak in such a way," Edith said with a small smile on her lips as she shook her head. "I would dare say that upon meeting me your life should become calmer, as I am the most logical and reasonable person you may ever meet." She hummed, the moon was bright outside, its light almost being enough in of itself to light the pathway of the road. It was late enough that most honorable people were in their houses. She sighed when he mentioned refusing to run. It was like him. He was protective as all get out, never wanting to see any harm come to her. It was nice, but sometimes she wished to offer him protection as well.
"I suppose I can't stop you... but you know I am less likely to get attacked for blood, father says mine probably tastes rather bad, and only a desperate vampire would try to drink from me. You, however--" she leaned in and playfully sniffed at him before looking up and offering a wolfish smile. "Smell absolutely delectable." She giggled to herself for her own joke, in truth, his scent wasn't strong for her, neither was any humans'. The only time it even became distracting was when she was quite hungry, but usually human food could provide for that.
Edith smiled as she pointed at her small fangs. "I'm armed too. I suppose we can both take the town then, oh, and I wished for all the glory!"
But when he brought up the difference between Ezra and this unknown vampire, she did take on a more somber tone. "Hm... Father says some vampires are simply quite sadistic. My father is careful not to drain anyone or take too much blood for them so they may live on, but some vampires... well they just hate humans. They think humans are the lesser, like pests. Their name for mankind is Cattle for a reason."
He had missed her kisses and felt breathless when he felt her lips on his again, he looped his arms around her waist and then leaned down to kiss her again, letting it linger for only a moment before pulling back with a smile that showed a bit of his fang.
"Then let us go out into the night." he said as he took her hand then began to take them away from her manor, to the road that led away from it. The night was still young and the moon bright along with the street lamps. There would be nothing to worry about for now. For now they were allowed to feel alive in the wonderful crisp air.
"Alright, darling, the first thing you must know is find someone who walks in the night. You can bite them and leave them completely fine, it is what I do. They will not even remember the attack, in fact when you bite them they will feel blissful and wonderful when you bite them, but you must find the best to try to quench the thirst."
He said as he began to lead her down into the road.
"I suppose I can't stop you... but you know I am less likely to get attacked for blood, father says mine probably tastes rather bad, and only a desperate vampire would try to drink from me. You, however--" she leaned in and playfully sniffed at him before looking up and offering a wolfish smile. "Smell absolutely delectable." She giggled to herself for her own joke, in truth, his scent wasn't strong for her, neither was any humans'. The only time it even became distracting was when she was quite hungry, but usually human food could provide for that.
Edith smiled as she pointed at her small fangs. "I'm armed too. I suppose we can both take the town then, oh, and I wished for all the glory!"
But when he brought up the difference between Ezra and this unknown vampire, she did take on a more somber tone. "Hm... Father says some vampires are simply quite sadistic. My father is careful not to drain anyone or take too much blood for them so they may live on, but some vampires... well they just hate humans. They think humans are the lesser, like pests. Their name for mankind is Cattle for a reason."
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Lizzy felt mindblown as her love explained how their species worked. When she started feeling the quench for thirst, she felt horrendous. A monster. Attacking her father was a bloody, messy experience but worst of all, she felt like a murderer - despite the man surviving the incident. She didn't realize there was a way she could've fed without harming others. And now she was finding out that humans actually felt blissful if they did it right?
"They don't even remember?!" She was pretty sure the surprise on her face made her look comical. "I did ... not expect that." She added, "I mean, I know you so I expected you knew how to not harm the humans. You'd never harm anyone, but the fact that they might not even remember the feeding ... I didn't see that coming."
As she walked, a question crossed her mind. "Does it matter who we select to feed on? What if the person is ill?" She tried to imagine a situation where she feeds on someone and then finds out he had the flu ...She didn't realize it but she made a face as she imagined getting the flu because of that.
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A chuckle escaped William as she took fake-offense to his comment about her turning his life into chaos. He had to agree, however, she had anchored him in more ways than one. There was a reason his sisters and parents liked her.
He had to admit that she caught him off guard with her 'delectable' comment. Edith was always a free-spirited person who spoke her mind ... but she sniffed him. He stared at her for a moment before deciding to play with her. With a straight face, he went, "Won't be the first or last time I've been called delectable."
As she explained more about how some vampires viewed his race, he cocked an eyebrow, "Cattle? I suppose I can see why they would think that." He paused then said, "I suppose if that's the kind of vampire we run into tonight, we have to carefully ... dispose of them? Not kill them but render them unable to move?"
"They don't even remember?!" She was pretty sure the surprise on her face made her look comical. "I did ... not expect that." She added, "I mean, I know you so I expected you knew how to not harm the humans. You'd never harm anyone, but the fact that they might not even remember the feeding ... I didn't see that coming."
As she walked, a question crossed her mind. "Does it matter who we select to feed on? What if the person is ill?" She tried to imagine a situation where she feeds on someone and then finds out he had the flu ...She didn't realize it but she made a face as she imagined getting the flu because of that.
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A chuckle escaped William as she took fake-offense to his comment about her turning his life into chaos. He had to agree, however, she had anchored him in more ways than one. There was a reason his sisters and parents liked her.
He had to admit that she caught him off guard with her 'delectable' comment. Edith was always a free-spirited person who spoke her mind ... but she sniffed him. He stared at her for a moment before deciding to play with her. With a straight face, he went, "Won't be the first or last time I've been called delectable."
As she explained more about how some vampires viewed his race, he cocked an eyebrow, "Cattle? I suppose I can see why they would think that." He paused then said, "I suppose if that's the kind of vampire we run into tonight, we have to carefully ... dispose of them? Not kill them but render them unable to move?"
Melpomene
Writer of Tragedy|Art by ROYTHEART|
A quirk of a smile edged on Jasper's lips as he watched his rose once again. An inquisitive mind she had always had, taking the news far better than most of the new life she would be leading. It was not easy to adjust to. Jasper himself had taken a long while when first he was turned years past, made from man into the beast. The bitter rejection of family, brother and mother, when they laid witness to what he had become. What he had no choice in becoming. Denied of love, without Charles it would have been a lonely existence. And he knew without himself, Lizzy would be forced through the same tribulations. New distress came at the thought of how he abandoned her. But he would not turn again, instead, he took her hands into his own, steadfast in his teachings.
"No, they don't remember. Most of them, anyways. If they think hard they may get an inkling of an idea of them going through an odd period of bliss during the night and then waking up, but very little else. The markings on their necks-." He pointed towards the area where fangs would enter, should he have been a human. "Our saliva and venom, it has an healing property to it. Their skin is healed like new, nary a bruise, by the time they wake up. They simply feel as though they had a bit too much to drink the night before... But do try to keep faces in mind, as they may grow suspicious if too many nights in a row it happens to them."
He carefully squeezed her shoulder to ease her nerves. "We cannot get sick, if you are worried about that, sweet rose." he chuckled. "But the blood of the sick is not as good for us as the blood of the healthy. It is why while whores are some of the easiest to prey on... they tend to be covered in illness. While it is edible I would call it pure nutrition at that point, if that." He thought for a moment, reaching far back into his memory, brushing against those days when he was still human.
"It is like if you wanted an apple- you would not pick out the soft spotted apple, eh? It is edible, but why would you want that when there is a crisp, ripe, sweet and juicy apple somewhere else. It is like that. With healthy humans being far sweeter and more filling to drink from. And you need less blood from them to get satisfied, but... you see the problem." He stretched his arm out to move to the night sky. "Most... respectable people are inside asleep at this hour. Which makes finding a meal rather hard."
A rather vigorous rush went through Edith as she looked up at her lifelong friend. It was an adventurous endeavor to so brazenly flirt, yet she felt pushed to do it. Part of her wondered if she, perhaps, could see the man one day by her side as a husband rather than only a friend. It was not difficult, in some ways. Never could she see them parting. More than that, never could she see herself ridding him of her presence simply because a man grew jealous.
And as much as she did hate to admit it, a small piece of her gut twisted at the idea of him taking to another woman. It was not her choice, and it was not fair of her to be upset at the idea, but she could not help it.
So the mischievous, unladylike little flirt came out.
"Then perhaps I shall taste you one day and see if you are as delectable as you smell." Her lips curled up, and before she could lose her nerve she stepped in front of him and tossed her hair back as the wind caught her small frame. She was a bad woman. But she did not regret it.
"Yes, cattle... that is the most... unpassionate of vampires." She said as she turned back to being the scholar, pressing her fingertips together. "If this is how this Vampire thinks then we must be careful, he will be violent and merciless but not unbeatable. If he is unhinged perhaps we can use that against him. If it comes to needing words rather than violence, we will claim you are my servant - it is a faux pas to attack another vampire's human servant- but should it come to violence well..."
She grinned as she looked over her shoulder. "I've lived a nice life." She said with laugh.
"No, they don't remember. Most of them, anyways. If they think hard they may get an inkling of an idea of them going through an odd period of bliss during the night and then waking up, but very little else. The markings on their necks-." He pointed towards the area where fangs would enter, should he have been a human. "Our saliva and venom, it has an healing property to it. Their skin is healed like new, nary a bruise, by the time they wake up. They simply feel as though they had a bit too much to drink the night before... But do try to keep faces in mind, as they may grow suspicious if too many nights in a row it happens to them."
He carefully squeezed her shoulder to ease her nerves. "We cannot get sick, if you are worried about that, sweet rose." he chuckled. "But the blood of the sick is not as good for us as the blood of the healthy. It is why while whores are some of the easiest to prey on... they tend to be covered in illness. While it is edible I would call it pure nutrition at that point, if that." He thought for a moment, reaching far back into his memory, brushing against those days when he was still human.
"It is like if you wanted an apple- you would not pick out the soft spotted apple, eh? It is edible, but why would you want that when there is a crisp, ripe, sweet and juicy apple somewhere else. It is like that. With healthy humans being far sweeter and more filling to drink from. And you need less blood from them to get satisfied, but... you see the problem." He stretched his arm out to move to the night sky. "Most... respectable people are inside asleep at this hour. Which makes finding a meal rather hard."
A rather vigorous rush went through Edith as she looked up at her lifelong friend. It was an adventurous endeavor to so brazenly flirt, yet she felt pushed to do it. Part of her wondered if she, perhaps, could see the man one day by her side as a husband rather than only a friend. It was not difficult, in some ways. Never could she see them parting. More than that, never could she see herself ridding him of her presence simply because a man grew jealous.
And as much as she did hate to admit it, a small piece of her gut twisted at the idea of him taking to another woman. It was not her choice, and it was not fair of her to be upset at the idea, but she could not help it.
So the mischievous, unladylike little flirt came out.
"Then perhaps I shall taste you one day and see if you are as delectable as you smell." Her lips curled up, and before she could lose her nerve she stepped in front of him and tossed her hair back as the wind caught her small frame. She was a bad woman. But she did not regret it.
"Yes, cattle... that is the most... unpassionate of vampires." She said as she turned back to being the scholar, pressing her fingertips together. "If this is how this Vampire thinks then we must be careful, he will be violent and merciless but not unbeatable. If he is unhinged perhaps we can use that against him. If it comes to needing words rather than violence, we will claim you are my servant - it is a faux pas to attack another vampire's human servant- but should it come to violence well..."
She grinned as she looked over her shoulder. "I've lived a nice life." She said with laugh.
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She walked in his embrace as he gently explained the nature of their beings. He was always so gentle with her. Even before her turning. Pushing a lock of her hair behind her ear, she nodded at his explanations.
At his comment about more respectable people being asleep, she started to realize how difference their lives were. One couldn't just send someone to the baker to get freshly baked goods to satisfy one's cravings. It was a delicate balance of finding a suitable human and leaving them unharmed. With a soft chuckle, she said, "I wish you'd told me all of this, love, when I was still a human. Could've fed on me." Was a very weird phrase when said out loud.
She paused before asking, "Would feeding on guards be a good idea? They'd be strong enough to not get harmed and are usually patrolling... Or would that be dangerous?"
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An odd feeling hit him as she flirted even more. It was a mix of relief, amusement and well ... comfort. He couldn't quite put a finger on it. The fact that she thought of tasting him, however, was an amusing thought. A part of him was curious what that would feel like.
Before he could joke more about that, she went back to the studious woman he befriended. He shook his head at her comment, "If it gets violent, we're both surviving. It's been decided."
He wasn't going to let any harm befall her. He also knew she would be angry at him if he let himself get hurt.
"I know that your sense of scent is a bit ... diluted compared to your father. Would you be able to smell him at a distance?"
At his comment about more respectable people being asleep, she started to realize how difference their lives were. One couldn't just send someone to the baker to get freshly baked goods to satisfy one's cravings. It was a delicate balance of finding a suitable human and leaving them unharmed. With a soft chuckle, she said, "I wish you'd told me all of this, love, when I was still a human. Could've fed on me." Was a very weird phrase when said out loud.
She paused before asking, "Would feeding on guards be a good idea? They'd be strong enough to not get harmed and are usually patrolling... Or would that be dangerous?"
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An odd feeling hit him as she flirted even more. It was a mix of relief, amusement and well ... comfort. He couldn't quite put a finger on it. The fact that she thought of tasting him, however, was an amusing thought. A part of him was curious what that would feel like.
Before he could joke more about that, she went back to the studious woman he befriended. He shook his head at her comment, "If it gets violent, we're both surviving. It's been decided."
He wasn't going to let any harm befall her. He also knew she would be angry at him if he let himself get hurt.
"I know that your sense of scent is a bit ... diluted compared to your father. Would you be able to smell him at a distance?"
Melpomene
Writer of Tragedy|Art by ROYTHEART|
Jasper would have flushed if his unbeating heart allowed it.
This information had become natural to him a long time ago. It was simply the way of the undead, how they survived and how they prospered. It had been centuries performing the same nightly dance. Searching for food and taking it for themselves. A return to the life of man before he had settled, found civilization and turned to it. A constant game of hunter and prey. Aside from the richest of vampires who simply had others collect what blood they needed. More than what they needed, in fact.
As a vampire, he was always supposed to be looking for his next meal.
But for some reason Lizzy had never crossed his mind.
"Well..." he let a hand drift, rubbing against the back of his neck. "Well... I never thought of that, love..."
He chuckled nervously then. "I also did not know how you would react to me being... well..." he waved the thought away.
"Guards... Hm... Don't go after a guard on your own, yet. They are a bit more prepared for vampire attacks, more aware of threats at night than the average person. And they are armed. But... they would make a nutritious meal... We'll hunt them together at some point, but I want to start off with something less dangerous for your first hunt. Come, stick to the shadows lets see if we can find someone out."
Edith flicked her fingers near dismissively, lips quirking into a smile. She knew he would never abandon her in a time of need. He was one of the only people she trusted to always be at her side no matter the situation. But even so, she was not an idiot and knew that his not running could lead to... complications. While she was not as strong as a normal vampire, she felt she had far more chances of standing ground against one. Then again... William was more capable than she gave him credit for.
"Oh? Shall you stop me from scraping my knee as well?" she giggled as she knocked her shoulder against his own. "Fine, fine, we shall both come out of it uninjured, stop your worrying. For now we just need to do investigating anyhow, if he is too strong we will leave and consolidate resources."
Edith sniffed the air after a moment, furrowing her brow. "Yes... not as well as my father, but I could sense him. If I concentrated. We would be in close enough that he could likely sense us as well, but perhaps far enough he would not think of attacking quite yet."
This information had become natural to him a long time ago. It was simply the way of the undead, how they survived and how they prospered. It had been centuries performing the same nightly dance. Searching for food and taking it for themselves. A return to the life of man before he had settled, found civilization and turned to it. A constant game of hunter and prey. Aside from the richest of vampires who simply had others collect what blood they needed. More than what they needed, in fact.
As a vampire, he was always supposed to be looking for his next meal.
But for some reason Lizzy had never crossed his mind.
"Well..." he let a hand drift, rubbing against the back of his neck. "Well... I never thought of that, love..."
He chuckled nervously then. "I also did not know how you would react to me being... well..." he waved the thought away.
"Guards... Hm... Don't go after a guard on your own, yet. They are a bit more prepared for vampire attacks, more aware of threats at night than the average person. And they are armed. But... they would make a nutritious meal... We'll hunt them together at some point, but I want to start off with something less dangerous for your first hunt. Come, stick to the shadows lets see if we can find someone out."
"Oh? Shall you stop me from scraping my knee as well?" she giggled as she knocked her shoulder against his own. "Fine, fine, we shall both come out of it uninjured, stop your worrying. For now we just need to do investigating anyhow, if he is too strong we will leave and consolidate resources."
Edith sniffed the air after a moment, furrowing her brow. "Yes... not as well as my father, but I could sense him. If I concentrated. We would be in close enough that he could likely sense us as well, but perhaps far enough he would not think of attacking quite yet."
