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Post by Damian Grímur on Dec 11, 2011 18:38:24 GMT -5
and soon you'll lose the will to care
Utterly terrified Damian had no idea what was going on. Was Seras’ spontaneously decombusting or something? The person on 411 said that they couldn’t connect Damian but could give him the number. “Connect me, it’s an emergency!” He shouted. But he was forced to memorize the number in his head and dial it as 411 disconnected. He had dialed the number to the vampire church and as the phone rang he hugged Seras despite the fact that he was being covered by her blood. Nor did he drop the charade of “everything is going to be alright”.
Seras’ bleeding stopped and the cracks along her skin vanished. It was as if nothing had happened. His mind would think something had been playing a trick on him if not for the fact of the stench of blood and himself being dripping wet covered with the stuff. He really couldn’t foresee getting out of the club without someone dialing 911 even though Seras looked alright, now. Though even though she appeared to look alright there still might be something wrong with her – internally.
“I don’t hate you.” He said and meant every four words. He was surprised then when Seras plunged into him after such an occurance. “Seras, I’m no expert but you need blood. Surely no vampire can survive loosing that much blood?” he asked, confused. Still his mind said one thing and his body did another. As she closed her legs around him he pushed her against the wall and began to thrust into her for the sixth, seventh or tenth time tonight – who was keeping track? He grunted with pleasure.
“I don’t want you to ever get loose.” He said as he grunted and moaned and purred and growled all at the same time. “God, you feel like a virgin each time.” Was it possible Seras had been a virgin before she was turned so that each time her body healed itself back to her pre-broken state? He was caked with blood and it was turning on his more predator instincts. He slid in and then out of her so that his tip was almost out before he plunged his member back inside, deep and full of animalistic instinct. It was rougher then any of the intimate earlier times.
He took a handful of blood he had wiped off his chest and thrust it forcefully into Seras’ mouth. He pushed her against the desk so hard that her spine should have cracked in two had she been human. It was an awkward angle with her butt in the air and her feet trying to get support on the ground. Her head and neck were on the desk. Damian cut his member with his fingernails before he thrust himself down her throat so fearfully she might think she was choking on him.
Since he wasn’t angled he wasn’t down her throat, yet. He just shoved himself in making sure her mouth took him. He turned around and then shoved his member down her throat moving it back and forth without bothering to remove himself from her mouth. She didn’t need to breathe, did she? “Take it all. You know you want to.”
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Post by seras alcaste on Dec 11, 2011 23:52:25 GMT -5
Seras was a bit surprised when Damian embraced her, though in actuality the very first thought that crossed her mind was that of worry for the were-tiger's clothing getting soiled with her blood. It bothered her greatly as the timid vampire feared being any sort of burden to the man she had fallen for.
"Oh no, its alright... Please no.." she squeaked softly as his warm body felt wonderful against her cold, pale skin. "your shirt..." a tear rolled down her cheek.
Self conciously, Seras stood and had showed him her pretty little virgin lips, the unbroken pink inside was as perfect as could be. On the outside, Seras appeared as innocent as any other, but in truth she'd been hurt often.
Suddenly, Damian scooped her petite body in his arms and plunged his member deep inside her in one fell swoop. Seras cringed at the sharp tearing of her hymen, or rather was it a smirk of pleasure? Its true she was left a virgin every time her vampiric body healed itself. Being a mixed breed, Seras had found out many strange nuiances about her vampiric/ human body.
Trying to catch her breath inbetween soft moans, Seras held onto Damian. She wanted to be as close as she could be to him, and his body seemed to respond just the same. With each thrust the dhampir felt as though his length would never end and she was being torn in two, a pain that would be far too great for any human virgin, but her love for pain only cherished it all. With her growing desire for it, Damian's member ravaged her tightness. No matter how hard he tried, however, she never grew any more loose.
But there were not just tears of a joyous pain in her crimson eyes that night. Somewhere inside her, a timid girl felt betrayed by a friend, used. Seras scolded her concious with more irrational thought. Although she was just trying to show Damian how her body healed her hymen, and even apologized for it for fear of his disgust, he forced his way onto her this time. But how could any man not? "you deserve this, you bloody little slut. You've brought this upon yourself. Damian needs to be satisfied. " Seras thought herself, feeling used and violated. But within minutes, Seras was too busy loving the pain and pleasure Damian's large member brought to her to even consider not being his sex slave.
When Damian put his bloody fingers in her mouth, the taste that grazed her tongue made her heart skip a beat as if it were fully human. She licked it clean and ran her tongue along the inside of her cheek over and over again. Her breath short, her fangs dripping with saliva and anticipation, Seras was seconds from losing control before Damian forced his member deep down her throat and the woman in her took back over. The dhampir gagged a bit but began pleasuring him like no other woman ever in his life. Then a taste of blood mixed with his beautiful member made her cum. It surprised her and turned her on at the same time and with her juices dripping down her leg Seras added a little gentle nibble to her mouthful of skills. It was just enough to turn any man on but not enough to harm anyone. The dhampir sucked the man dry more than a few times, swallowing every drop of his cum and blood. To even a halfbreed, however, the mixture of his juices was divine. She'd only had the pleasure of tasting it once in her life and Seras was certain she'd never be so lucky a second time. Now that the dhampir had it drenching her tongue, Seras savoured each and every drop. When Damian came in her mouth she'd probably had came just as many times. Her body was shaking and her legs covered in sticky fluids.
Catching her breath, Seras put him immediately back in his mouth and began licking and sucking him dry, cleaning his member until it stopped bleeding but still she was lapping at him with high hopes to taste the brilliance again. To a female vampire, blood and cum was perhaps the greatest.
Damian grew a bit softer in her mouth but Seras made sure to suck him clean. She held him close, pleased to be used by him. The more she felt like a slave the happier Seras convinced herself she was. But in truth, by pleasuring her with pain, blood, and as a lady, Damian may have started something horrible in her. Seras tried her best to calm herself. Her fangs grew longer and sharper than before, her eyes the deepest of crimson. There was an eerily soothing and cold breath escaping her lips and her entire demeanor was strange. Seras wanted nothing more than to rip into his flesh and drink his fresh, warm blood, but there was still enough self hatred to deny herself. Panting, she just kept licking the blood taste off his limp member, an almost whine on her breath.
"please...let me be yours?" Seras whimpered inbetween having her mouth full. "I promise I'll be heaps good. You can use me however you like. Anytime! Honest!" Seras seemed strangely happy and content with wanting to put herself in such a situation. "I'll be yours for as long as you like."
Seras sat up on the desk with a brilliant smile, although anyone who wasnt familiar with her kind or hadnt just made love with her would have been afraid. More and more she appeared like a bloodsucking vampire ready to drain any living being nearby. It was sad, really, to take notice to how depressed and deprived Seras kept herself, but alas her perfect mask of emotions fooled mostly everyone. Running a hand through her hair, Seras still looked as gorgeous as ever. There wasnt a bead of sweat on her precious body, only the faint sweet odor of a vampire that would undoubtedly attract any man. It was a gift of the seductive creatures of the night.
"I know you already have a pet, Damian Sir, but... Its not too much trouble... Please have another?" She scooted close to him and pressed her body against his, purring softly into his neck. It took every fiber of her being to not bite him, or an even greater hatred for herself. "i know he can't do what I can do for you..." A sly smile appeared just as swiftly as it had dissappeared and her brutal depression got the better of her. How could she possibly have asked Damian to do something, anything, for her?
"I-Im heaps sorry. Please dont be upset with me. I didn't mean it... Please.." Seras moved back a bit, giving the man his space and staying away from his neck. But she could smell his scent. His blood. It plagued her senses and was destroying her will to not drink from another's neck. "Just do with me as you will... I beg of you..." she'd wished so very much for him to pick up the letter opener that had since fallen off the desk and thrust it into her body. Anywhere. As long as she could feel the cold steel pierce her skin Seras would be happy. Seras used whatever vampire trick she could to implant the cruel thought into Damian's mind, letting him see just what it was she longed for. If he didnt do it soon, Seras knew she would.
At this point Seras grew saddened, believing by opening her mouth she'd ruined her chances and now the man would surely drop her at the tip of a hat and she'd never again get to please him. But Damian had been correct in wondering if she'd needed more blood. Being only half vampire from birth, Seras' body was somewhere inbetween in her humanity. As she grew older, her vampiric tendencies grew stronger and stronger, and her body had been withering slowly ever since she'd deprived herself. The dhampir reached her peak when the blood of her last true lover entered her body, giving her sensations like no other, but Seras noticed that even her healing was slower than it used to be lately. The sun felt increasingly hot, being awake during the day fatigued her greater and night hours proved more vivid and energetic. All in all, Seras lived for maximum pain and torture of her own body and soul because that is the only way how she felt pleasure anymore. She once even let a man rape her and cut her breasts just because she'd convinced herself she deserved it and in her warped mind it was pleasing to her.
"Im sorry... Im a virgin everytime, forever, Damian sir. Im heaps gross... Please, forgive me for doing all those horrible things to you... " Seras' mind began to wander again, confirming Damian's thoughts once and for all that her hymen does infact heal. It made her feel incredibly inhuman and was something the girl rarely, if ever, admitted as she was terribly self concious about it. She just knew Damian would find it disgusting.
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Post by Damian Grímur on Dec 15, 2011 20:01:24 GMT -5
and soon you'll lose the will to care
“I consider you more than a pet.” Damian said as he finally finished, tired, and laid out on the couch, pulling up his pants. He knew now that he shouldn’t even bother to apologize to Seras’ because she was so full of apologies when there was nothing Damian would like more then to check himself and Seras’ into a nice hotel – not tonight but another night. “I think of you more like a … girl … like a friend.” Seras’ was arm candy material and maybe even girlfriend material.
“I don’t even know how I ended up with a pet.” He said shrugging as he reached for his shirt. “It’s a long and ridiculously weird story.” He went to throw his shirt on when his elbow backed into the lamp and left a long deep scratch which soon filled with blood. “Shit.” He muttered as he threw on his shirt and thought how he had first beat up his pet trying to find out which rare speices of Were he was only to find out he really was a cat, and in the cat’s anger of Damian beating him up said that he only wanted a home and Damian took him up on it. This definitely wasn’t the sort of thing you put up on Craigslist. It just sort of happened.
“I think I had a feeling that you were a virgin every time.” Damian said. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Seras seemed to have enjoyed everything Damian had thrown at the vampiress. “Guys would kill for their girlfriends to be a virgin every time.” Though he wasn’t referring to the fact that once you had sex with a virgin they went all puppy eyed on you and thought that you were going to marry them, they would follow you around and be quite cross when catching you with someone else.
“I enjoyed our time together Seras. Maybe we can do it again? It would be cool if you lived with me Seras, but my house isn't vamp proof. There's light everywhere.” He bumped his elbow back into the lamp as he was putting on his other sleeve and he cut his shirt and skin, again. “Damn lamp.” Damian uttered as he kicked it with his foot. He figured he could drop Seras’ off at her place, take a quick shower and then dash into bed for eight or nine hours of sleep. He also wanted to know why she was bleeding and if she would be okay. Damian didn’t know anything about his lover and vampires but knew enough to know that Seras should take blood. But would he give up his?
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Post by seras alcaste on Dec 16, 2011 9:59:13 GMT -5
Seras was stunned at Damian's response to her strange request. How could anyone think of her as anything more than a pet? How was he not disgusted with or at least angry with her? The dhampir folded her arms across her chest and held herself.
"Please... ?" she tried her luck with him again, wishing desperately for him to change his mind and be her abuser. " I... I have my own Flat, I can show you where it is. I promise you can stop by anytime you like . Ill wait for you. Always. Honest!" Seras tried to plead with Damian, tears in her eyes. She was as adorable as she was so very hurt and sad.
But Seras knew she would probably wait for Damian forever and never see him again. He told her he'd enjoyed himself and wanted to do it all again some night, but Seras believed that if she enjoyed it, surely he couldnt have as well. In her mind, that was why he didn't want her and couldnt give her a straight answer. He didnt want to say no for fear of upsetting a powerful vampire. But in her depression, Seras wasnt nearly as harmful as if she were a confident being.
"Im sry... Its alright, I understand... I'm heaps sry... I wasnt good enough for you..." Seras muttered softly, her voice extremely hurt. She took a slow step away from Damian and looked away, down in shame. But then Damian bumped his arm into the lamp and the smell of fresh blood tingled the dhampir's nostrils. She at first pretended not to. Notice, but it disturbed her how even the smallest hint of his blood would excite her that much. It was like putting a well cooked steak dinner in front of a starving homeless person. Except on the outside, Seras kept her appearance up and very well. Nobody ever dared question her beauty or smile. In truth, when Seras had been a happy girl, her looks were her most important feature to her, though she was the furthest thing from concieted.
"I love you, Damian Sir...." Seras whispered very hesitantly, her voice barely audible under her breath. She was unaware her thought came outloud.
Within what seemed little more than a second's time, Seras moved and now sat perched beside Damian on the couch, almost in his lap. She only had her lingerie on now, but the dhampir was taking over and in that instant she only was interested his his taste. Seras gently rolled up one of his sleeves and took his strong arm in her dainty hands, licking gently at his wound like an animal would. The taste was exquisite! But when he stopped bleeding, the dhampir was desperate for more. She put herself in his lap carefully and pressed her mostly naked body against his chest, purring like a kitten. Any lesser man would have fallen for her in an instant. Slowly, Seras leaned up to his neck and licked it slowly, carefully. Even his sweat tasted wonderful and sweet to Seras, but the dhampir wanted more. She couldn't resist anymore. Her sharp fangs bared, Seras moved to bite down on Damian's neck, but the moment her teeth touched his skin, she pulled back immediately before drawing blood. Her concious and self control got the better of her, and just in time, but not soon enough to save her from mental anguish.
Seras got off Damian's lap and stumbled a few steps back, covering her mouth in horror, shame, and utter disbelief. The look in her eyes told the story of a depression soon to be greater than anyone could imagine. Seras wanted to cry and apologize to him straight away, but the tears wouldnt come and her voice was empty. She was mortified of what she just did. To her beloved Damian that she had fallen so hard for. Starving herself for so long had almost made her slip up and hurt yet another person she cared deeply about. It most likely would have been fatal. She knew this and it disgusted her even more. Seras shook her head in disbelief at herself and kept backing away from Damian, not wanting to be anywhere near him because she didnt want to hurt him.
Without even giving herself the satisfaction of saying goodbye, Seras ran out of the room in a hurry, but not before picking the letter opener off the floor and bringing it with her. It all happened so quickly perhaps Damian would still be stunned.
Seras ran as fast as her feet would take her, little more than a blur amongst the drunkards in the bar. It didnt matter to her even when she ran out the back door of the building that she was still mostly unclothed. It was a chilly night for lousiana but the Dhampir cared nothing of herself right then. All she knew in her mind was that she came too close to hurting Damian. It was devastating to her. Stumbling along, Seras broke through a window and climbed inside an adjacent building and found a random room. It looked to be perhaps an abandoned part of the facility, or perhaps it was under renovation, but it was dark and secluded nonetheless.
Seras collapsed to the cold floor, her shaking knees unable to hold her up any longer. She began to touch all the pieces of glass imbedded in her skin from the window, but instead of pulling them out she pushed them in deeper. Seras was desperate to feel a physical pain to overcome her emotional instability, but the more she hurt her body the better it felt. This bothered her imeasureably, until Seras finally plunged the letter opener into her side as deep as its length would allow. But even then, the pain she longed for was not there. After so many years of abuse, her body had grown so accustomed to it that it no longer felt any pain, only pleasure. But Seras was desperate. She stabbed herself over and over again, trying harder and harder to feel a real pain. Still nothing. Giving up on it, the dhampir wedged the letter opener in her mouth and didnt even hesitate. Using her strength and her horrible hatred for being a vampire, Seras tore her own fang out. Surely like any other creature of the night they would grown back in time, but the pain to a vampire was unheard of. Blood ran down her throat and with a few coughs she spat it all back up. Seras wanted so bad to be human, but even in tearing her own teeth out the pain didnt register. She began to cry and threw her fangs across the room in dissapointment. They hit something, someone.
"There you are, you little bitch." an unfamilar voice sounded. It didnt startle Seras at all she was far too gone in a complete mental breakdown.
The strange stalker who had been eyeing her up at the bar followed her out of the premisis and now it was just him Nd her. Surely his deranged intentions would be realized. Despite being covered in blood and being so destraught she didnt even flinch when the man made his presence known, he still found interest in her. He knelt beside her and ran a hand across her smooth thigh, smearing her blood. Still, Seras didnt move or respond in the least. In her mind, she knew what was coming far too well but she was desperate to try anything to get her mind off Damian, even if that meant being raped.
"Please... please... Make it hurt..." a strange thought escaped the dhampir's lips. At her strange request, the man took hold of the letter opener and stared at his victim for a moment. He pulled her panties down in a hurry, and with a sickening grin on his face he complied to her wishes. Plunging the sharp object deep into her pretty, pink slit, a soft gasp came from Seras, but it still didnt harm her as she wished. Her assailant began to undo his belt as Seras bled from between her legs profusely. Without nourishment or the will to survive, her healing had since slowed.
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Post by Damian Grímur on Dec 27, 2011 1:59:31 GMT -5
and soon you'll lose the will to care
Damian cringed. He hated to hear Seras talk so. It was depressing. It was like calling a suicide hotline only to be told that you probably should go ahead and pull the trigger of the gun to your head. It was like saying it was okay to jump off the bridge, saying that the person would even help push you if you needed it - woos.
When Seras ran out of the room so fast, Damian saw. He was still a were-Tiger. He looked around the room and pulled out a handful of hundred dollar bills and placed them in a desk drawer. It ought to cover clean-up for their mess, a new desk, a new furniture and carpeting and enough to fix the dent in the wall with a nice extra for the owner himself.
Damian shrugged and left the club. He was going to go to his car when he saw that Seras was with another man. For some reason it angered him and upset every instinct known to Tiger. "Get the fuck away from her. She's mine." Damian swore as he tried to not growl with all of his might. Seras really wasn't his. For all he knew, this guy might be the one that was her boyfriend / husband / current lover and Damian just a fling.
"Don't make me repeat myself." Damian warned. "Come on Seras. We're going to your place." It wasn't an idea. It was an order. How much trouble could a vampire get into? Seesh!
OOC - I am so sorry my post sucks and I am so sorry I took so long to reply. I am so sorry. It's not like me at all. I don't know where my muse has been. I am so sorry!
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Post by seras alcaste on Dec 27, 2011 12:19:39 GMT -5
The vampire coughed lightly as she closed her eyes, blood running down her chin. Right then and there, she thought to herself that it would be alright for her to slip into a slumber that nobody would wake up from. To pass away and to never be awake to hurt another human being she cared for again. In truth, all she wanted was to be with Damian, to be completely his, and to be unafraid. But the dhampir knew that was not to be. Surely he only liked her for her body.
But as she waited, she could hear the man stand, and stop whatever horrible act it was that he was going to do to her. Surprised, dissappointed and anxious to feel pain, to feel human, Seras almost missed the voice that rang out into the cold night air.
She nearly gasped when Damian yelled to the man with such an angry, posessive tone. It made her smile and feel warm inside. If for anything, she at least wanted to be an object to him, a piece of property he owned and kept as his. Though in truth, the timid girl wanted to be loved and held and caressed and told everything will be alright, as any other girl her age would dream of, but her mind would take what it could get.
The cold hearted stalker stood slowly and pulled his pants up, turning to face Damian with an angry look in his eyes. He still held the bloody letter opener in his hand, but upon seeing Damian it fell gently to the cold pavement. He began to tremble in fear, for whatever unknown reason. Seras could sense it, and she felt a certain darkness about the air, but she kept her eyes closed and was softly gasping for air. There was something ominous nearby and wether it was Damian or not she couldn't be sure. However, in an instant, the stalker ran off almost screaming, the sincere look of fear in his eyes. For the time being, it would seem Damian struck fear in the man. Had he perhaps seen the were tiger maul someone before and recognized him? Nonetheless he was gone.
Seras did her best to stand, a searing pain coursing through her body worse than ever before. She could feel a sharp, burning pain between her legs and it was so terrible she came close to actually hating it. However, her mind was so warped that had she not been stabbed in her womanhood she'd probably have cum from it all. All over her body, there were stab wounds, cuts and scrapes, blood dried and some still flowing. But as her body sensed Damian, since he'd made his voice known, somewhere in the back of her mind Seras wanted to be healed and perfectly fine and beautiful for him. Already her wounds were slowly closing up, but anyone could see a vampire ought to have been perfectly fine after such an attack, had he or she been at full strength. Even the mere thought of drinking blood on a regular basis made her cringe.
The estranged portion of her saddened mind got the better of her and when Seras opened her eyes slowly, even through bloodied tears, she could make out Damian's figure. He stood there and slowly approached her, so strong and beautiful.
Seras did her best to stand on shaking legs and back away. Using the wall behind her as support, she was ever so conflicted. He had ordered her to go with him, and as his self appointed pet it killed her to disobey her master, but Seras was far too frightened. Of him, of herself, of everything. She knew he could not possibly be happy with her after attempting to feed off his precious neck, and for once seras was afraid of the pain a man could cause. The dhampir knew she could not trust herself around his charm and didnt want to put him through the fear of being with a vampire that craved not just anyone's blood, but his specifically. Seras was an odd halfbreed, to most vampires, blood was blood, but after only briefly tasting Damian's, her mind, body and soul were fixed. It was her drug. Even during such mental anguish, her body still craved it desperately. It took every fiber of her will to fight it.
Slowly, Seras backed away from Damian, stumbling on weak limbs with quite a limp. Her legs barely had the strength to keep her up anymore, and they were covered in blood from a place no woman would wish to bleed from. She coughed up the rest of the blood that had began to fill her now healed lungs, looking back at Damian for but a second before shooting her terrified glance elsewhere.
"please... Sir... Im heaps sorry... I didn't mean to... Honest... I dont want to hurt you..." she whimpered through trembling lips, still trying to distance herself from her prey. "I love you... Im heaps sorry..."
Seras fell to the ground with a cold thud, her withered body barely flinching. Even in her lack of strength, she tried to get away from Damian. The poor girl was so frightened of the vampire within her. She scooted away slowly, pushing herself and crawling with arms that barely pulled her frail body along. The dhampir was covered in dirt, blood, and deep scars both physical and emotional. Her hair matted, the scent of chanel no. 5 no longer able to mask the horrid tinge of blood and tears in the night air, seras finally looked up at Damian. The fear locked in her eyes was inconceivable. They began to grow dark and lose their lively crimson colour, blackened by uncertainty and tears of an unhealthy colour of death.
In truth, it wasnt quite the physical pain at all from Damian that Seras was afraid of. Had she been of a healthy mind, the dhampir could realize her subconcious made her stop just in time, but Seras truly believed she'd bitten Damian. She even forgot he was a were tiger and probably couldnt be turned. But the last time she had turned her lover into a vampire, it was horrible. The change had overwhelmed her Hiro and had transformed him with the rage and killer tendencies one would expect from a vampire, but not of the mild mannered gentleman The dhampir had fallen for. Seras remembered it vividly, her lover yelling in a brutal agony, only to slam her to to floor and put his cold fingers around her neck. She could recall exactly the inexplicable look of anger and hatred in his eyes as he began to choke her to death. Seras often felt sudden chills when remembering how frozen her body had been, paralyzed with fear and confusion, unable to stop her own lover from strangling her. It devastated her. Had his parents not heard the commotion, Seras would have let her Hiro kill her.
Seras feared for the situation again. She had grown very fond of Damian and the last thing she wanted was to see the horrible look of anger and pain in another lover's eyes. But her body would not cooperate any further. Her wounds stopped their bleeding, all except her precious spot, but the dhampir had lost alot of blood and her will to live. She'd been out enjoying the sun far too much lately as a human and the culmination of everything wreaked havoc on her.
"Please... Please... Stay away... Im heaps sorry, Damian... Sir. " Seras was crying terribly. "I didn't mean to hurt you... I didn't... I couldnt help it. You... You taste so delicious..." she bit her tongue for admitting something perhaps only a vampire would say. "... Im sorry i hurt you... Please... I c-c-can't be around you, Sir. You're not safe no more..."
Seras was trembling, her body colder than ice. Her skin was whiter than porcelain, glimmering in the moonlight beneath all the blood and dirt. It destroyed her heart to tell damian to stay away. Seras wanted nothing more to stay with him always, to be held in his strong arms and to be his lover. She knew she could be perfect for most men, completely 110% devoted and more loyal than any dog. The dhampir also barely aged if at all and would always stay young and more beautiful than any human.
In the nearby street, a passerby had heard the commotion and came into the dark alleyway with a flashlight. "Is everything alright?" he asked politely after seeing a shirtless Damian standing there. But upon turning, he noticed a sickening sight. A short distance away his flashlight shone upon a pool of blood on the pavement. However, it began to burn away into steam when the light hit it. Alas, it was commonplace for some humans to carry UV lights with them in lue of the growing vampire population.
He kept the beam of light going until it hit upon a body. The blood burned off her and still steam rose up into the air.
Seras cringed at the sudden onset of harmful light. It burned her body all over, and she first lost her eyesight. Confused and in pain, Seras attempted to crawl into the shadows but to no avail. A blood curdling shriek escaped her lips, as the dhampir was in a severe state of pain and panic no other creature could possibly imagine.
Stunned with fear, the man kept the light on her as it began to burn its way through her pale skin.
OOC: its kay, sry seras is heaps sad right now and gets into trouble often xD she's just rly hurt, you know? She's been through heaps. She only wants damian to take care of her :/ n im sry about the end, i just wanted to add to the tragedy of her character. Seras is just misunderstood too much. She used to be heaps happy! 
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Post by Damian Grímur on Dec 29, 2011 22:13:19 GMT -5
and soon you'll lose the will to care
Damian was horror struck when the man backed away and pulled himself up. He was either in the process of raping Seras, had raped Seras, or had been about to rape her. But when the man saw Damian he took off running down the street. Anger and rage filled Damian's emotions. He wanted to take off down the street and pound the man's head into the pavement until there was nothing left. But for once in his life he chose to stay with Seras. She needed him more then Damian needed to kill the man.
"Seras, Seras, are you okay?" Damian said as he took a step closer to the vampire. Instead of his presence comforting the bleeding vampire she shouted scared words of 'stay away'. So Damian did the only thing he could do - he backed away. He was shocked by her words. "Seras, you didn't hurt me. I'm fine." He said. "But someone hurt you. Seras, you didn't hurt me. What are you talking about?"
The two of them needed to leave. Damian couldn't afford an encounter with the police. They would have him killed just for what he was. And they would know what he was when all his small sex wounds healed. The wound he recieved from the lamp - twice - was almost already healed. It would be gone in a few more minutes but the bloodstain would remain until he washed. The police would help Seras, yes, but they'd also see to Damian's death. It also looked very bad for him, it looked like he might have done this! He was after all the only one around and she was yelling 'stay away'.
"Seras!" He ordered trying to get the vampire to come into her senses! Before Damian could pick up Seras and run the two to his car a passerby came. Just what he needed, a freaking good Samaritan! Damian didn't know what to say to the Samaritan. Everything was not alright. But... In his mind he thought 'I wonder if I can get a lawyer in America to represent a were-Tiger.'
The blood on the ground sizzled from the flashlight. Damian soon realized that it was a special UV light flashlight. One that could see in the dark and protect against vampires! It was also frying Seras'! In the seconds it took him to identify the flashlight the man was trying for a better look at the vampire bleeding and sizzling. "My God!" Damian screamed at the man. "Turn that flashlight off, you're killing her!" He screamed as he ran over to Seras' and half expected the light to hurt him. Then he realized it was just a vampire thing. It was just light to him. "Turn the damn flashlight off!" He said realizing he should have just smacked the thing from the man.
OOC - Poor Seras
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Post by seras alcaste on Dec 30, 2011 13:28:48 GMT -5
The vampire cringed and shivered in pain, something she thought she'd enjoy alot more than she was. There was barely any breath left in her for any screams and her tears evaporated before even rolling all the way down her cheeks. She tried to wiggle her way out of Damian's grasp when he held her, but the fear was won over by his body shielding her from most of the light.
Still, the sumeritan stood by with a horrified look on his face, shining the light on both creatures. It appeared he'd been prepared but had never once come across a real vampire that would wither away from his flashlight. Even though such items and the creatures they protect against were commonplace in society, this man was frozen. His hands barely trembled, but thankfully he'd come to his senses soon enough. Though when Damian yelled at him, the man dropped the light and ran for what he believed was for his life.
Seras gasped for air when the light finally was taken off her and fell to the ground and pointed elsewhere. One could see a bit of steam rising up off her pale body, the stench of burning flesh was thick in the air. Opening her eyes slowly, the white, colourless orbs told the saddened story of her temporary blindness.
There were no more tears to be shed. The dhampir began to heal, albeit very slowly as compared to her usual. "I...Im sorry...." a faint, strained voice escaped her trembling lips. With what little strength she had left in her, Seras slowly reached up and put a hand on Damian's cheek, though it took her a moment to find it. Her charred skin left a stain on his precious skin. "I... Im sorry I c-c-ant see you no more... I miss you're smile... Already... Its heaps pretty" it was awfully strange for seras to be so honest about her feelings, but it seemed having lost at least one of her senses helped her to feel more secure and safe. And the pain she'd experienced made her extremely happy, even if it took her far too much damage to her body in order to experience even the slightest bit of discomfort. Despite being burned nearly to death, seras convinced herself it was wonderful. She'd intentionally stayed out too long in the daylight before, but it was as concentrated and direct as the uv light had just been. Could it be, part of her writhing had been in pleasure not pain? It was as if her body knew pain, it knew how to react, but her mind never did.
"I'm heaps sorry... I hurt you..." Seras whimpered, smiling and showing Damian that there were indeed empty spaces in her bloodstained gums. For the time being, the dhampir had no fangs. It was a strange site. She curled up in his arms but turned her head away, not wanting Damian to notice how desheveled she looked.
"I suppose... Im heaps no good anymore... Not even as a pet...?" Seras questioned sadly, unsure of what to do with herself if the were tiger didnt want her for anything. In her warped mind, pet most certainly held little difference from that of a slave. She would do anything he asked of her at the drop of a hat, no matter how horrible, shameful, dispicable, illegal, or morally unethical. Seras would let herself get eaten alive by her own inner demons, only to put on the most convincing smile every time Damian was nearby. "I promise i can fix this all... You wont even have to know..." of course Seras was overzealous in her body's ability to heal, especially with how much she constantly subjected herself too, but if the dhampir felt she needed to heal herself and remain beautiful for Damian then she would surely do whatever it took. Whatever except for drink his or anyone else's blood but her own. Not that drinking her own ever did her any good save for almost quenching her thirst on a day to day basis. But Seras was somewhat of a professional at constantly testing her abilities and her limits on how much her body could tollerate. There had been many a night when instead of passing away the girl discovered new thresholds.
Seras felt she was crying, but alas there were no tears left in her dry eyes. She was still so afraid of Damian, but didnt want to show it anymore so as to not upset him. And with her fangs gone, it would be a matter of time before they would grow back in and she could even hurt him again.
Slowly, Seras found herself reaching out for the man's flashlight that was out in the distance. Without her eyesight, she was off by quite a bit, but surely anyone could realize what the crazyily upset girl wanted. The insatiable need for physical pain was in direct corellation with how much anguish she felt within her psyche. The more upset she grew, the further Seras sought to take her mind off it with anything physical.
"Please..." Seras pleaded softly, "Its alright if you leave me here... You have to go, Sir. The police may be on their way..." even as she laid there, withered and burned, all she cared for aside from herself feeling pain was Damian. Should police be on their way to the scene, the last thing she wanted was for him to be in any sort of trouble. Though Seras knew from experience, that police didnt care much for her kind. In other instances instead of being brought to a hospital when found victimized and assaulted to near death, Seras was taken to holding at a police station. Theyd lock her away in a cold dark room. If she healed and survived, they'd release her. On one particular occaision, the dhampir lived for quite some time at a morgue, a worker keeping her there for his own twisted desires. Even as a supposed corpse, Seras was extremely beautiful afterall.
But the dhampir had fallen hard for Damian and her heart and mind were made up. She desperately wanted to be his. The dhampir at this point wouldn't even mind if he kept her chained away in a closet or a basement someplace so long as he paid her a bit of attention from time to time. In her mind she already knew Damian either wasnt the type to be in a devoted relationship with a single girl, or he already was. In which case, the dhampir convinced herself she was only worthy enough for him to keep her in his life as a sex slave. There was only ever one person who wanted anything else from her and she thoroughly blamed his death on herself.
"Please... Use me..." a blunt, cold and depressing statement escaped her soft lips, barely audible over the gently night breeze and the sounds of the city."I promise i wont ever hurt you again. Honest." she let out a soft sigh. "I'll tear them out every time they grow back in.... "
"I won't impose on you, Damian Sir. I can stay in my flat. I won't ever leave unless you wish me to. I'll even give you the only key. I can wait for you forever... I promise I'll be great. You can come by whenever you please and ill do whatever it is you ask of me. Always."
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