Post by Clea on Oct 17, 2009 11:14:09 GMT -5
16th Oct 09
Hours before nightfall, a chill starts to pick up in the subtle breeze. The sky begins turning a dark gloomy blue as the sun starts its diminishing plunge behind the cliff tops.
A figure stands at the cliff edge. Her long black hair reaching down her back blows freely in the wind. Her white dress appears scruffy looking, stains and tears cover the light flowing material randomly. She stands with her arms hanging loosely by her side, her bare feet dirty from the ground, her toes curl over the edges of the rock as she stands dangerously close to the edge. Her eyes are closed as she gets lost in her thoughts.
(Miles away from my sanctuary, my peace from the new life I have taken on. Being up here, just me, no one judging me, no one making me feel that overpowering urge. I didn’t think I would cope, I was uncertain on how I would manage with the new abilities, the… feeding.
But I crave it… I’m great at it. Being this… thing, surprisingly fits me perfectly. I can be the monster everyone had pegged me as.
Now that I’m passed the excruciating pain that will live with me forever.)
~July 27 2009~
“Would you really do it? Would you really do what he wouldn't, knowing that he’s still chosen me over you."
The Dark Goddess takes Clea's hands, kissing her gently.
"I could never say no to someone so beautiful."
Clea looks into Claudia's eyes, seeing the sneer on her face. But desperation starts to creep into her again.
"I want to be what you are. I want to experience what it's like...."
Claudia is on her before she can finish the sentence. She leans in close, whispering into her ear.
"I'm going to drain you and let you die and there's nothing that your beloved can do about it. When you're gone, I'll play the part of the concerned friend and I'll be back in his life, in his bed, back where I should've been a long time ago. You're death will have meaning, take pleasure in that."
~The scene plays back in her mind, as it has since that night.~
(How could I have been so stupid as to believe she would do this for me. Stupid and naive!)
The fear takes over as Clea struggles against the inhuman strength of the Vampire. Fighting against her grip on her, unable to break the hold. Claudia giggles.
"This won't hurt....much."
She latches onto Clea's neck like some nightmarish creature of old. She laps at the blood as it explodes into her mouth.
Claudia drops Clea's body to the ground with a smile.
She hefts the body over her shoulder and carries her out to her car, tossing her into the trunk.
(30 minutes later)
Claudia pulls underneath the highway overpass and opens the trunk. No traffic is within miles of her. She smiles and drags Clea out of the trunk and tosses her into the weeds.
Claudia sensed that there was some life still in her, but left out here, overnight, she'd be dead by morning.
She licks her lips, "Kisses beautiful."
~Clea lies in the cold wet ditch, unable to move, no energy to open her eyes, the noises are faint, the last thing she hears is Claudia’s voice, full of joy. Noises begin to muffle as she hears the car speed away.
Gravel and debris scatter around her, followed by Panic and tension as it floats in the atmosphere. A voice calls out to her~
"Open your eyes Clea. Please."
Her eyes open slowly. Her eyelids droop slightly, but he sees the recognition in her. He kisses her.
"Listen to me. I guess I'm too much of a coward to live by my own rules. I love you and I don't want you to die. If I do this, you have a lot to learn, a lot to digest. There are things that you can't even imagine. If you still want it, I'll do. Just nod your head."
He watches, hoping against hope that she won't nod. But she does. He smiles weakly and sighs. He tears into his wrist, blood coming freely.
"Drink then. Drink and become my lover, my wife, my sister in the blood."
He presses his wrist to her mouth. At first, she doesn't do anything. He falls deep into himself and feels her heartbeat slowing.
"Drink Clea, please. Do it for me. I can't live without you."
He feels her start to drink. The pain is beyond measure, but he doesn't break the hold. She starts to drink steadily, greedily. Drinking like a man who's been in the desert and has found an oasis.
~Warmth, sweet sweet warmth. A thick mouth watering substance fills her mouth and trickles down her throat. A sudden shock flows through her body as she grabs at whatever it was supplying this delicious life giving substance as she bites and sucks harder. Each mouthful tasting better than the last. ~
Her heartbeat assaults his senses again, strong. It beats fast, trying to keep up with the change in her.
"Stop."
Clea ignores him, continuing to drink. He pushes her forehead back, ripping his wrist away from her mouth. For what seems an eternity, they both lie on the ground, dirty, dishevelled, and completely alive. He looks at his wrist. It's healed, but he knows that he needs to feed immediately. Clea sits up.
"Oh my God!"
She starts screaming, her hands covering her ears. Vlad crawls to her, wrapping his arms around her.
"It's ok. Your body is changing. It's becoming new, it's killing the disease inside you. Let it."
He pulls her in close, feeling her shiver. She needed to feed and soon. If she didn't, her body would turn on itself and she would die. He was used to the pain, she wasn't. He lifts her to her feet.
"Come."
~Back up on the cliff top~
(The taste of my first victim, that was nothing compared to the one after that and the one after that.)
“I’m ready. I feel ready”
She opens her eyes and looks down over the water below with its black creased satin appearance as the wind ripples the water gently. So inviting, even from the height she was standing.
She stretches her arms up above her head and gracefully falls forward and dives elegantly.
~15minutes later~
“Where have you be… what’s happened?”
Clea: Evening lover. The night is so beautiful, I had to take in its beauty before I get my shut eye. And the cliffs look extra enticing tonight
“More cliff diving?”
Clea: You know me
“I wish you wouldn’t, it’s dangerous”
Clea: Ha, If I can survive Claudia, I can survive a measly little jump
“People have died attempting that dive Clea”
Clea: Well I’m not people am I?
Vlad turns his back on her, hating when she spoke like that. He didn’t need it thrown in his face, he felt guilty enough.
Clea: And I’m happy about that
She walks up behind him and wraps her arms around him, stroking her hands across his chest as she rests her head against his back.
Clea: Ah, shoot
She turns him round and smiles at him
Clea: Let’s get me out of these wet clothes huh?
She bites her bottom lip as she slips the straps from her shoulders and her dress drops to the floor. She stands before him as water trickles down her body, her eyes seducing him.
Vlad: Have you fed tonight?
Clea: …
Vlad: Well?
Clea: …Yes …
Vlad: Haven’t we been through this, it’s in moderation
Clea: I know… It was Deer… not quiet as appetising, but it filled a hole… speaking of which…
Vlad: You’re so crude
Clea: And you wouldn’t have me any other way… look, baby, if you’re not up for the challenge tonight
She runs her finger tip across the end of her tongue, keeping her eyes on him
Clea: Then I’ll see to it myself
He shakes his head and grabs her, pulling her into him as she giggles with excitement.
17th Oct 09
Clea walks aimlessly through the grounds of the home of herself and Vlad. Her bare feet treading lightly on the moist morning dew upon the grass.
Clea: I’m ready
She says quietly to herself as she smiles with ease.
Clea: I’m ready for my debut match with HCW, a new beginning in many ways, yet the shadows of past have crept over with me I see. Faces old and new, and some best forgotten.
My first challenge in the squared circle is against someone I consider to be as bright as a black crayola, as sharp as a spoon and as intelligent as, well… Deas!
This match will have the same outcome no matter how I play it. I could point behind her, distract her long enough for me to pin her, walk out the ring and take a shower.
Or I could give her the benefit of the doubt that she may actually have at least one brain cell that isn’t thinking of her next ‘slice of pie’.
With her high school ‘oh my god’ hair brained moments, and her sneaky hands I’m going to be focusing on; 1) Holding back on my bloodlust, keep my cravings to myself and not feed on her Paris Hilton Idolising ass! 2) Keep an eye on her wandering hands and slap the taste out of her mouth is she so attempts to kiss me and 3) Making she her goonies don’t try to help out.
Don’t get me wrong, women are the finer sex, and its been known that I have a soft spot for Miss Bennett and well, there is my past with Taylor, but Psycho chicks do absolutely squat for me. And I tend to drive stick more so than anything, just so you know Krystal honey… your not my type.
But when I’m done with her, and throw her aside like the remains of a meal… so to speak… and the officials have finished untangling her from the ladder and maybe even removing pieces hours later… then I can put my main focus on winning my first piece of gold, and to make my victory even sweeter would be to face my old friend Draka. Beating him to get that title around this sexy waist will be the cherry on the cake.
Adding gold to this already stunning form would epitomise everything about me. I know it, you know it, hell we all know it, so get used to it.
The camera fades as she smiles smugly to herself.
Hours before nightfall, a chill starts to pick up in the subtle breeze. The sky begins turning a dark gloomy blue as the sun starts its diminishing plunge behind the cliff tops.
A figure stands at the cliff edge. Her long black hair reaching down her back blows freely in the wind. Her white dress appears scruffy looking, stains and tears cover the light flowing material randomly. She stands with her arms hanging loosely by her side, her bare feet dirty from the ground, her toes curl over the edges of the rock as she stands dangerously close to the edge. Her eyes are closed as she gets lost in her thoughts.
(Miles away from my sanctuary, my peace from the new life I have taken on. Being up here, just me, no one judging me, no one making me feel that overpowering urge. I didn’t think I would cope, I was uncertain on how I would manage with the new abilities, the… feeding.
But I crave it… I’m great at it. Being this… thing, surprisingly fits me perfectly. I can be the monster everyone had pegged me as.
Now that I’m passed the excruciating pain that will live with me forever.)
~July 27 2009~
“Would you really do it? Would you really do what he wouldn't, knowing that he’s still chosen me over you."
The Dark Goddess takes Clea's hands, kissing her gently.
"I could never say no to someone so beautiful."
Clea looks into Claudia's eyes, seeing the sneer on her face. But desperation starts to creep into her again.
"I want to be what you are. I want to experience what it's like...."
Claudia is on her before she can finish the sentence. She leans in close, whispering into her ear.
"I'm going to drain you and let you die and there's nothing that your beloved can do about it. When you're gone, I'll play the part of the concerned friend and I'll be back in his life, in his bed, back where I should've been a long time ago. You're death will have meaning, take pleasure in that."
~The scene plays back in her mind, as it has since that night.~
(How could I have been so stupid as to believe she would do this for me. Stupid and naive!)
The fear takes over as Clea struggles against the inhuman strength of the Vampire. Fighting against her grip on her, unable to break the hold. Claudia giggles.
"This won't hurt....much."
She latches onto Clea's neck like some nightmarish creature of old. She laps at the blood as it explodes into her mouth.
Claudia drops Clea's body to the ground with a smile.
She hefts the body over her shoulder and carries her out to her car, tossing her into the trunk.
(30 minutes later)
Claudia pulls underneath the highway overpass and opens the trunk. No traffic is within miles of her. She smiles and drags Clea out of the trunk and tosses her into the weeds.
Claudia sensed that there was some life still in her, but left out here, overnight, she'd be dead by morning.
She licks her lips, "Kisses beautiful."
~Clea lies in the cold wet ditch, unable to move, no energy to open her eyes, the noises are faint, the last thing she hears is Claudia’s voice, full of joy. Noises begin to muffle as she hears the car speed away.
Gravel and debris scatter around her, followed by Panic and tension as it floats in the atmosphere. A voice calls out to her~
"Open your eyes Clea. Please."
Her eyes open slowly. Her eyelids droop slightly, but he sees the recognition in her. He kisses her.
"Listen to me. I guess I'm too much of a coward to live by my own rules. I love you and I don't want you to die. If I do this, you have a lot to learn, a lot to digest. There are things that you can't even imagine. If you still want it, I'll do. Just nod your head."
He watches, hoping against hope that she won't nod. But she does. He smiles weakly and sighs. He tears into his wrist, blood coming freely.
"Drink then. Drink and become my lover, my wife, my sister in the blood."
He presses his wrist to her mouth. At first, she doesn't do anything. He falls deep into himself and feels her heartbeat slowing.
"Drink Clea, please. Do it for me. I can't live without you."
He feels her start to drink. The pain is beyond measure, but he doesn't break the hold. She starts to drink steadily, greedily. Drinking like a man who's been in the desert and has found an oasis.
~Warmth, sweet sweet warmth. A thick mouth watering substance fills her mouth and trickles down her throat. A sudden shock flows through her body as she grabs at whatever it was supplying this delicious life giving substance as she bites and sucks harder. Each mouthful tasting better than the last. ~
Her heartbeat assaults his senses again, strong. It beats fast, trying to keep up with the change in her.
"Stop."
Clea ignores him, continuing to drink. He pushes her forehead back, ripping his wrist away from her mouth. For what seems an eternity, they both lie on the ground, dirty, dishevelled, and completely alive. He looks at his wrist. It's healed, but he knows that he needs to feed immediately. Clea sits up.
"Oh my God!"
She starts screaming, her hands covering her ears. Vlad crawls to her, wrapping his arms around her.
"It's ok. Your body is changing. It's becoming new, it's killing the disease inside you. Let it."
He pulls her in close, feeling her shiver. She needed to feed and soon. If she didn't, her body would turn on itself and she would die. He was used to the pain, she wasn't. He lifts her to her feet.
"Come."
~Back up on the cliff top~
(The taste of my first victim, that was nothing compared to the one after that and the one after that.)
“I’m ready. I feel ready”
She opens her eyes and looks down over the water below with its black creased satin appearance as the wind ripples the water gently. So inviting, even from the height she was standing.
She stretches her arms up above her head and gracefully falls forward and dives elegantly.
~15minutes later~
“Where have you be… what’s happened?”
Clea: Evening lover. The night is so beautiful, I had to take in its beauty before I get my shut eye. And the cliffs look extra enticing tonight
“More cliff diving?”
Clea: You know me
“I wish you wouldn’t, it’s dangerous”
Clea: Ha, If I can survive Claudia, I can survive a measly little jump
“People have died attempting that dive Clea”
Clea: Well I’m not people am I?
Vlad turns his back on her, hating when she spoke like that. He didn’t need it thrown in his face, he felt guilty enough.
Clea: And I’m happy about that
She walks up behind him and wraps her arms around him, stroking her hands across his chest as she rests her head against his back.
Clea: Ah, shoot
She turns him round and smiles at him
Clea: Let’s get me out of these wet clothes huh?
She bites her bottom lip as she slips the straps from her shoulders and her dress drops to the floor. She stands before him as water trickles down her body, her eyes seducing him.
Vlad: Have you fed tonight?
Clea: …
Vlad: Well?
Clea: …Yes …
Vlad: Haven’t we been through this, it’s in moderation
Clea: I know… It was Deer… not quiet as appetising, but it filled a hole… speaking of which…
Vlad: You’re so crude
Clea: And you wouldn’t have me any other way… look, baby, if you’re not up for the challenge tonight
She runs her finger tip across the end of her tongue, keeping her eyes on him
Clea: Then I’ll see to it myself
He shakes his head and grabs her, pulling her into him as she giggles with excitement.
17th Oct 09
Clea walks aimlessly through the grounds of the home of herself and Vlad. Her bare feet treading lightly on the moist morning dew upon the grass.
Clea: I’m ready
She says quietly to herself as she smiles with ease.
Clea: I’m ready for my debut match with HCW, a new beginning in many ways, yet the shadows of past have crept over with me I see. Faces old and new, and some best forgotten.
My first challenge in the squared circle is against someone I consider to be as bright as a black crayola, as sharp as a spoon and as intelligent as, well… Deas!
This match will have the same outcome no matter how I play it. I could point behind her, distract her long enough for me to pin her, walk out the ring and take a shower.
Or I could give her the benefit of the doubt that she may actually have at least one brain cell that isn’t thinking of her next ‘slice of pie’.
With her high school ‘oh my god’ hair brained moments, and her sneaky hands I’m going to be focusing on; 1) Holding back on my bloodlust, keep my cravings to myself and not feed on her Paris Hilton Idolising ass! 2) Keep an eye on her wandering hands and slap the taste out of her mouth is she so attempts to kiss me and 3) Making she her goonies don’t try to help out.
Don’t get me wrong, women are the finer sex, and its been known that I have a soft spot for Miss Bennett and well, there is my past with Taylor, but Psycho chicks do absolutely squat for me. And I tend to drive stick more so than anything, just so you know Krystal honey… your not my type.
But when I’m done with her, and throw her aside like the remains of a meal… so to speak… and the officials have finished untangling her from the ladder and maybe even removing pieces hours later… then I can put my main focus on winning my first piece of gold, and to make my victory even sweeter would be to face my old friend Draka. Beating him to get that title around this sexy waist will be the cherry on the cake.
Adding gold to this already stunning form would epitomise everything about me. I know it, you know it, hell we all know it, so get used to it.
The camera fades as she smiles smugly to herself.