Happiness is ideal {Soren/Vampires}

[DE SADE]

HAPPINESS

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De Sade wasn't the most obliging of men. His ideal thought process was, if you can't fuck it, own it, or love it, it probably isn't worth it. Love was hard. It wasn't any kind of easy sell. It took work, and to be honest lately he was the lazy kind. The Lazy well fed vampire was like a tick. He was full of blood and this made him a bit soft. In other words. In a good mood.

It actually wasn't so unpleasant. The strip club with no humans in it. Empty of all those warm pulses. Lovely little blood bags begging to be drunk. he was a slave to his desires. That's what they should have called her. Belle Morte, the beautiful death, No! Belle Servantus, the beautiful slavery. Even once you escaped her you were slave to your desires. That is what she was. Desire.

"Thane my stars, be a doll and get me a Blisskey Sour." It was De Sade's favorite. A small amount of blood mixed with Kentucky whiskey and sour mix. The only way he could really taste it was if there were blood in it. Even then he wasn't really supposed to swallow. it wasn't good for the body but it seemed to be okey enough since there was blood in it. The bartender, a vampire just on the edge of birth but amazing when dealing with customers, seemed more then happy to oblige. He knew De Sade's touch. The devil's touch.

De Sade wore a Lavish Outift. A black lace cloak was pinned at his neck with a lovely gold cameo. Underneath a more modern men's corseted shirt which ended shortly above his waist revealing a good line of pale milky midriff. His pants were leather and tighter then seemed humanly possible accentuating the narrowness of his waist and a plump ass, cut low to make the midriff and deep v-line all the more tantalizing. His pants flowed directly into thigh high leather boots that seemed to catch and make the light shine. Altogether he looked resplendent.

It hadn't been long he had been sitting there. A few vampires of the kiss milled around enjoying the humans not being there. not having to play the part. De Sade abhorred being a stripper when there was a master of the city. Now he was free to do as he liked. At least when he was well fed. Still it had always been an occasion when he came out on the stage. he may have hated all those hungry eyes yearning for him and not being able to bath in their blood but the crowd loved him. The edge of danger that made him so very exciting, even when they knew on the surface at least that they were perfectly safe.

Deep down they should have known better.

PLEASED | 438 | NO SONG | SOREN | BOURBON

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[Soren Henrik Rask]

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[atrb=border,0,true] It would be too early to call upon the former Master of the City's fledgling, but there was not much he could do. Heading into Guilty Pleasures, was reassuring, but there wasn't anything here that could satisfy him the innocent look that woman gave him. The blindness that left her pale grey blue eyes hurt him, but he knew he could do nothing about restoring sight from them. Soren wanted the woman for himself, but he knew that he would have to fight her maker for her and he knew he would lose against the man. Age was only a number, power was something to look at and the man was stronger than him. Looking around the club, Soren watched the rest of the kiss milling around. His eyes were searching for the blonde mob of hair in the crowd, but realized she wouldn't have been there since the club wouldn't have been something Rowan would have enjoyed. Being blind and not having anything enjoyable to watch made it something she would have avoided. Maybe when her sight was here before he arrived here, months ago, but now it seemed that she would rather enjoy the Laughing Corpse than Guilty Pleasures. Heading to the bar, he sat his gray pin suit ass on a stool before ordering a Jack and Coke. Just the thought of the drink was calming him a bit more than a few minutes ago. He would figure out what he would do later with Rowan. If he would help her find a way to fix the holy water burns on her eyes. Soren held his hand against his forehead as he waited for the drink to be mixed. There wasn't much he felt like doing tonight. Sitting here felt comforting, though he could use a human or two willing to be human blood banks for him. Sitting next to another male vampire, Soren turned his head to eye the outfit and could only wonder how someone could feel comfortable, but judging from the way the man sat, he obviously wasn't a new vampire. None of the new vampires ever wore clothes that were uncomfortable unless they were forced to by their makers or Masters. Whichever suited their needs, but Soren saw that none of them wore clothing known in the older time periods where he came from. Of course his clothes was really old, but he wanted to blend in with the newer crowd of vampires. "You comfortable in that outfit or is it just for the view of the other vampires to notice you?" Outfit

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[DE SADE]

HAPPINESS

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De Sade turned his attention to the man sitting next to him. Not a man. A vampire. The Second vampire. He was strong. very strong. And Fairly old, but then again, despite his youth De Sade was no preening child. He was fairly certain it was force of personality that determined your strength as a vampire. De Sade had personality in abundance.

He gave a sly half smile. His version of a blank face. "If I say It's for the view, I'm a narcissist. If I say I'm comfortable in it, I'm a liar." He chuckled "It's neither. In truth I dressed this way because I was hunting on bourbon at a Voltaire concert. I still haven't gotten the taste of patchouli off me." He slowly reached into his pocket and drew forth a packet of Newport menthol cigarettes.

He stared at the vampire next to him with a wandering eye. He was handsome. But he looked out of place. Despite his clothing. Despite his modern hair and simple cologne. Despite his Jack Daniel's and coke. He was no human. Not to De Sade. "I adore your suit. Herringbone is lovely." He lifted the cigarette from the inside of his packet to his lips and lit the tip with a match. he might have paused expecting Soren to light it for him but they were vampires and they were practically strangers. Fire + Vampire = Burn. "You must be lonely to bother asking me about my clothing.. "

"Tell me what's bothering you? A lady perhaps? Or a lord?" He smiled coyly taking a long drag of the menthol smoke into his lungs and breathing it up into the air above their heads. At least one bonus to being a vampire. Cancer free zone. Even if when he started smoking cancer hadn't existed. He still believed that it was somewhat a creation of the government.

PLEASED | 438 | NO SONG | SOREN | BOURBON

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[Rowan Amber]

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STARRING: De Sade, Soren | OUTFIT: Here |

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[Soren Henrik Rask]

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[atrb=border,0,true] "You must be lonely to bother asking me about my clothing..." Maybe he was lonely, but Soren wasn't going to admit that he was lonely. Although he hadn't heard anything of what the vampire had said before the sentence he caught. His mind must have been in a tizty if he hadn't even caught anything from before about the man's outfit. "What's bothering me? Oh the Former Master of the City's only living fledgling. The fledgling is such a problem, always trying to get things done, but never having the success to do any of them. So you tell me." Soren really didn't know what else to say about Rowan. He really couldn't do much of anything else without acting like he was moping around over a stupid female vampire. "You must be lonely here, in that crazy outfit of yours. Sorry if I'm krass. I've just never seen an outfit such as that. It doesn't look comfortable on a man. Maybe on a woman, but even then I think there's an odd chance a woman would wear something such as that." Soren laughed as he said that. He needed a good laugh these days. Lately he was left grumpy and moody. And no fun to be around. Maybe this was what he needed, but the sight of blonde hair from across the room caught his attention. It took him a moment to register what was going on, but it was certainly Rowan walking across the room toward a seat away from the bar. "You interested in girls? That blonde one over there. That one is trouble. Pure trouble. How the former Master of the City picked her, is beyond reason. Just pure trouble. Maybe you could make her feel bad and leave? Always fun picking on the weak and the blind. What do you say? Up for a bit of fun?"

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[DE SADE]

HAPPINESS

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De Sade was an intelligent creature. He had spent most of his time as a vampire avoiding being destroyed. Here he had more freedom. Alot more likelihood of surviving, though still even now it didn't do to make enemies. Soren was the second in command to the former master. One of the things that could be considered standing in the way if ever De Sade wanted his own city. Not just his own city either. The city of New Orleans. The jewel of Louisiana.

Still it could be just as dangerous to make an enemy of a younger vampire. The point was to not make an enemy of anyone. Since more then three quarters of vampires were going to live much longer then humans it made best due to pick on someone much less immortal then you are. However most of the girl's clout was gone. The master of the city.

"You sound like you are obsessed with her." He gave a sly half smile and stood up from the bar. The thing that most didn't realize was that he was a Belle Morte Vampire. Everyone assumed that all Belle Morte vampires were incubi and succubi. In his case it was actually true. He held in his grasp the Ardeur. The power to evoke and feed on sex. And now there was no master of the city here to stop him.

He stood rolling to a easy stride. His eyes twitched over to the D.J. A personal friend of his and he held up three fingers. The music came on just as he made his way to the stage. He could feel the beast inside of him. The Ardeur. Tickling at the edges of his insides. Hungry. Deep down where no person could ever touch him. He let his shields down some. The Sexual heat flooded the room. Instant arousal in every vampire. A sudden need filled them all. A hunger for sex and pain. Pain onto others, and pain onto themselves. Pleasure unto others and pleasure onto themselves.

(Click Me and Watch Me at the same time.{This is the song and dance he performs})

As he danced the Ardeur built in the room. More then a few vampires fell upon each other, more then happy to give in to it. Others stood there staring at him on the stage with different levels of want, fear, and dislike on their faces. Each breath of refusal made the tide rise. pain which usually threw off a vampire's power would only make his stronger.

When he was done He slid over the edge of the stage to stand upon the ground. He wore nothing but Thigh High Fetish Boots and a Man's thong. He stalked over to the blonde child of the former master at the angry protests of many a vampire who wanted him for themselves. She may have been blind but she could more then feel the Ardeur in the air. She would be able to taste it. Touch it. caress it. Suck on it like a big piece of candy in her mouth begging to be bitten. That's what he was. He was the Ardeur. He stopped before her and reached out a hand. A sleek soft touch. testing to see how she would react. A caress of his hand here. A brush of his hair there. Hot breath against her ear lobe. Trailing fingertips over collarbone. Touching made it stronger. Touching made everything stronger. He spoke softly with that deep french accent near her lips, close enough that their breath might mingle "Do you want me to stop?"

DEVIOUS | 500ish | ABNEY PARK | SOREN | BOURBON

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[Rowan Amber]

You were the first to say

That we were not okay

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Listening to the other vampires she could hear what she thought was them tearing each other part, but it was more like love sounds than enemy sounds to be exact. Oh how she wished to see what was going on instead of only hearing sounds, it made things challenging to understand what was going on. She felt drawn to the vampire caressing the power that enhanced the entire room. Was Soren enhanced and amused by this power like she was? There was something about the power that she wanted more of, like she was missing something.

The grunts of the other vampires made her have to reevluate what was going on, the vampire in control of the power was coming toward her, she realized a minute after his hand touched her cheek. Was he playing with her or was this Soren's idea of messing with her? A confused fledgling vampire was not really something to mess with, but Rowan felt no fear in this vampire. She wanted more, the actions the elder vampire kept her on the edge of her seat, wishing there was something more that could be done besides only being able to feel what was going on and listening to the movement.

"Do you want me to stop?"

She could feel the breath of the elder vampire on her lips, he was quite close to her. Normally she would have pushed someone that close away, but emotions were overriding that thought process because of his power. Rowan didn't want him to stop. Her thought process was screwing her up, or rather his power was screwing her thought process. She was usually cold and collected, but now she was in a mess of emotions.

"No. Is he making you do this? He wants me dead because he wants me all to himself."

A smile spread across her lips as her fingers caressed his cheek, his power overwhelming her senses to think straight. This was one of the times where sight would have been nice. To see the elder vampire's face and see what he was thinking in his eyes. It helped her think, but she would have to do with sound and movement. Rowan moved forward to close the distance between their lips. She wanted Soren to feel like he messed up by making someone do his dirty work only to have it backfire on him.

STARRING: De Sade, Soren| LOCATION: Guilty Pleasures | OUTFIT: Here | NOTES: |

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[Soren Henrik Rask]

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[atrb=border,0,true] Watching the male vampire move to the center of the stage, seemed to impress Soren to the point of that he was interested in what was going to happen. The feel of the raw power the vampire drift over him, made him want to book it to the door. He hadn't been expecting Belle Morte's curse to hit him flat on his ass. He was expecting something more subtle, not full blown power. Though it was a nice surprise to see one Belle Morte's line here in New Orleans. He didn't come across a lot of them, though he normally didn't bed them to find out about their powers. He kept to himself and tried to harness the power of the Traveler's power to be able to move between bodies, but he had no luck doing that. All he had was being of the Traveler's bloodline with very little power expect an Animal to Call. Soren was intrigued with the power and the performance, if only he wasn't used to the time of man when men worried about making a living in the field than on a stage like this one was doing. Sure he was impressed, but he felt it wasn't right for a man to be up there dancing like a woman and showing his body off like it was a tool to earn everyone's money. Hard work never got anyone that far in life to just throw it away for something easy. Soren was a weird man who came from a time where honor was the best thing at making sure a family stayed together and that everyone did their part to keep their livelihood alive. What came next, didn't surprise him. At least not the part where De Sade worked his magic on Rowan. He wanted to see her flinch away his advances and run for the door with her stick in hand to avoid anymore encounters with the man. What he wasn't expecting was her to enjoy it. She let him do it and made him annoyed with what was going on that he fought the raw power to head over to the younger vampires. "What do you think you are doing? Really? That's not what I told you to do!" Soren yelled as he pulled De Sade away from Rowan, throwing him toward a wall. If he hit it good for him. If not, Soren was ready to take some more action to make things went his way. He could have choose to take over the city, but he wanted to make sure things were fine and settled before he took the throne of being Master of the City. Truth was, he wanted to see the city go into chaos before anyone decided to take control of the city itself.

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[DE SADE]

HAPPINESS

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The kiss might have lasted longer. It seemed only a brush of lips. Lips against teeth. Teeth against tongue. Tongue caressing and then. And then hands on him. Flinging him away. The wall hit him harder then he expected. The surprise of the attack didn't throw off his arduer though. Unexpected pain just made it all the stronger and he drank it in. The feel of his back already re-knitting itself together from the edge of the corner made him gasp. He opened his eyes and stared at the man and in an instant he was on his feet again.

"You are not my Master, Soren. You are noone's master. You are nothing." he smiled and let the Arduer rise higher and higher as he spoke till it was a stifling monstrous thing making vampire after vampire fall upon one another. "But I am kind. If you obsess over her then indulge yourself. She is right there. Vulnerable. Beautiful. An apple ripe for the picking. Do it. Give in. There is no shame in this."

He hoped by now his power was stifling the older vampire's urge to make him pay for his insolence. he stalked the room. hand after hand brushed against him. Touch after touch caressed him. Mouth after mouth covered his body. By the time he stood once more before Soren he was a walking orgy. His hands, busy teasing the hedonism around him but his eyes. Those blue eyes. His eyes watched Soren. The reached out to touch him. If they did Pleasure unfathomable would be delivered. And if they didn't pain unimaginable.

Could De Sade prove himself this man's superior. one step closer to the throne it would be. One step closer to holding New Orleans in the palm of his hand. One step closer to a kingdom of his own. Master of the city of New Orleans. Sovereign of Sadism. An infinite gyre of indelible impressions. He would reign in death as he had never in life. All that was needed was for this man to give himself over to absolute pleasure. And the source of his attentions was right there. A hands breath away. Tantalizingly close. The perfect bait. The perfect trap.

DEVIOUS | 500ish | ABNEY PARK | SOREN | BOURBON

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[Amethyst]

You were the first to say

That we were not okay

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Rowan was still craving the ardeur that touched her. She was craving for that broken kiss again, not a fight over her. Climbing out of the booth at her five feet three inch form, Rowan flipped her walking stick out. Not to guide her, but to use it as a weapon. A sword per say. She knew where she was going because Soren was a tough cookie to ever decide to move. She could hear the other vampires make their way toward De Sade to get a piece of the action that she was whisked away from.

"Who do you think you are, Soren? Do you think you're everyone's maker here? You certainly aren't the Master here. You stepped down once you knew Xavier disappeared. Knew that I was available. Vulnerable. Pathetic and weak. It's what everyone sees in me. At least he wasn't treating me like some long lost lamb searching for the flock." Rowan pointed at De Sade before she moved closer to Soren, her stick held up like a sword, resting over Soren's heartbeat.

She could have taken his life right there, but the stick wouldn't survive it and it wouldn't have killed the elder vampire. It would only have wounded him and he would have came after her like a banshee. Though she did bring up the thought of maiming him. Make him look weak that a 29 year old vampire took on a 625 year old vampire who had Master Vampire status in the community. Would that make him look weak?

"Why are you using another vampire's power to get to me? Trying to torture me? That feeling of power that brushes the skin, its so enlightening and brilliant. It's not something to be scared of. Just because you don't have any of that talent doesn't mean you can just go ahead and make everyone else's powers come to harm a blind vampire.

"Everyone believes me to be completely blind. I can see shadows. Just fucking shadows. Why don't we go get some holy water and make you completely blind, Soren. Make you defenseless. It would mean the end of your reign here and let someone else go for the power structure. I certainly could use a new reign of power."

Rowan turned in the direction of where De Sade stood. She saw the vampire move toward Soren and she moved out of the way to let him through. If anything, Rowan didn't want to get in the middle of a duel between the two males if something happened. She would be a sitting duck stuck in the crossfire and be helpless to get out fast enough. It was only best to stay out of the way of vampires who had powers beyond her wildest dreams.

STARRING: De Sade, Soren | LOCATION: Guilty Pleasures | NOTES: |

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[Soren Henrik Rask]

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[atrb=border,0,true] "You're not my Master, Soren. You are no one's master. You are nothing. But I am kind. If you obsess over her then indulge yourself. She is right there. Vulnerable. Beautiful. An apple ripe for the picking. Do it. Give in. There is no shame in this." No shame in this. Soren would have enjoyed to take her there. Right then and there, but before he could even move, she stood up. Went on about how she enjoyed De Sade's advances and the power of the ardeur. Something she had never endured before and wanted more. Soren could give her whatever she wanted, make her beg for it again. Plead to him to give her something other than death. Because that's all he was thinking about now, as the power of De Sade's ardeur rose in him. Soren found himself moving toward Rowan, even after she moved away with her walking stick. He would make her beg for him. Make her enjoy the pleasure. It was all he could think about as he grabbed strands of her blonde locks in his hand as he pulled her closer. Soren drew his strength into the power he was blessed with, the shadows coming from beneath his feet, all the locations of the club, to surround himself in the dark mass of space. If De Sade wanted to play a game of cat and mouse for power structure. He would certainly do it. The ardeur was washed all over his body, but he held control of the shadows that kept him in darkness and allowed no one inside, but only to be confused once they stepped foot into the darkness. Rowan was fidgeting, swearing as he held her in his grasp. Normal for Rowan, the fledgling with a dark sire who decided to desert his only fledgling. A pity really to leave such a beautiful little lamb behind. Too bad, the big bad wolf was here to eat that little lamb right up. "Rowan, no one is going to save you. De Sade, can only do so much to control me. You on the other hand can be the tie breaker. He seems to want to play nice tonight, but we both know its not going to turn out that. Be a doll and beg him to save you. Save what little sight you have left, darling. It won't last. Not while I take control of the city." Soren wanted the city, now that there was a challenger. Before he could have gotten away with being the controller of the chaos, but now there was someone trying to get to the seat of New Orleans. He wouldn't allow it. Even for someone of Belle Morte's line. If anything, there needed to be more vampires of different lines here, not Belle Morte's. That line was cursed. "De Sade. Do you want this lamb? This darling little lamb. Oh dear, I'm terribly sorry that you'll have to put the pieces back together, but that's what the Master of the City does. Isn't it? Putting the pieces back together?" Soren sneered as he twisted Rowan's fingers away from her stick, putting it underneath his arm the best he could to fight the rising power of De Sade's Ardeur. To harm the sweet little lamb more, or take the damage out on the thong wearing vampire covered in an orgy? Oh the choices he had to make. Which would he choose? With one last flick, he was already getting what he wanted from Rowan, her mumbling was drowned out by the music and the other vampires as he scratched her eyes. He would have poured holy water on them, if he had any, but at least now it could probably leave scars on her eyeballs, giving her less of a chance of ever seeing again. At least she would be able to feel the next movement, as he threw her through the crowd, blood streaming down her beautiful pale face. "Care to take the damsel in distress to bed or would a fight for dominance be in order? We all know that I'm the one standing in your way for the position for the Master of the City. Come at me, with your best shot." He hadn't exactly expected the pain to be felt by De Sade's ardeur, until it really hit him. He knew De Sade was aiming for pleasure when the man tried to send the power through to Soren, but Soren just didn't accept the power transfer of pleasure. And he was paying for the consequences it seemed.

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[DE SADE]

BOARD TITLE

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Pain. Pain. Pain. His finger's slid over Soren's collar bone. It was a caress. Soft. Gentle even. Pain. Blinding Pain. Holly water dripping. Drip. Drip Drip. A finger sliding into the fresh raw hole it had created. Tearing. Molesting. Defiling. Burning. Shattered glass cutting on a molecular level. Delving into the flesh. Beneath the surface. Under the muscles. Inflaming. Aching. Terrible never ending Pain.

"I am not Belle Morte. I am not lust and lust alone. I am the Marquee de Sade. I am the definition of the word Sadism. I inflict."his face twisted and so did The pain. Icy daggers plunging into every centimeter of flesh. Deep beneath the muscles. So cold it burned. Fire so hot it froze. Shards of metal and glass insects crawling, biting, carving, cutting their way through his body.

De Sade fed on the pleasure in the room and the pain. Rowan's pain. Her torn eye. Her bruised arm. He fed on it and he turned it around and inflicted it on Soren. He felt what she felt. He felt all of it and more. Every ounce of pain that De Sade's demented mind could fathom and more. Intolerable crippling Pain. De Sade Inflicted and as he did so he fed. he fed on everything that Soren felt. he experienced it and he enjoyed it and he reveled in it and when he was as full of energy as seemed he could be he let go."Be Mindful Soren. Be mindful of your pride."

De Sade didn't pause. He was standing in front of rowan and he pulled her into his arms. he poured energy into her. She was not his blood. She was not his progeny. She was not his. But she could be. She could be his. And if she chose to say yes as his lips locked over hers. as his hand pressed her hard against him. As he poured the Arduer down her gullet with tongue and teeth and lips and never ending loving tender kisses, she might just get her eye back. it was still torn. Still healing and if they were in sync it might just heal right. It might just heal so that she could gaze upon his face. His hawk like nose. His perfect cheekbones. Feminine smile. Dark merciless eyes. Pallid white skin and long caressing fingers.

MOOD | WORDS | SONG | TAG | BOURBON

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[Rowan Amber]

You were the first to say

That we were not okay

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"Soren, let me go. Please, just let me go, you bastard."

She felt her walking stick rip away from her fingers and claws scratch at her face. The pain had been unbearable. She could feel the warm blood that she had ingested earlier that night escape, as it ran down her cheeks. Rowan wasn't a lamb, she wasn't. She didn't want to be labeled as a lamb, a lost lamb. She wasn't a lamb. She just wasn't. To be called a lamb, made her feel weak. Being weak wasn't in her description. Not the description that described her in her human years. The victims she took as she drew their death scenes before leaving a piece of the sketch behind for police. That wasn't lamb behavior. That was lion behavior.

Blinded by the blood in her eyes and the pain flooded through her body, Rowan felt herself flying through the air to land on the floor. She fell sharply on her side, the pain passing throughout her body. The madness that ensured made her want to get up and crawl for cover. The pain in her eyes made her stay stationed on the floor where she had landed. She could hear Soren yelling out a challenge to De Sade. Something about how he was going to be the new Master of the City. That couldn't happened. It would mean that she would be his prisoner and have no free will. She would be blind forever and there wouldn't be a way for her to find a way to cure the damage.

Soren's screams entered her hearing and she winced at the sound. It was from surprised that he would be screaming, but obviously every evil vampire had a breaking point.

Arms wrapped around her as she felt energy surround her. The tender kisses that touched her lips, comforted her to realize it was De Sade, who had wrapped his arms around her. She pushed herself closer to take in the kisses and the energy that she could feel wrapped around her. That warm comforting energy. She had shut her eyes to keep from having to feel the searing pain of Soren's claws. The pain slowly went away. Opening her eyes, Rowan had expected to see darkness once more and fuzzy shadows, not the face of her protector.

Pulling away, she was dumbstruck. How was that possible? Her eyes were healed from the damage the Ulfric sent upon her. There was still some damage though, she couldn't see out of the corner of her eyes. She would have to turn her head to see to the side. There had to be another way to fix the rest. "You.... I can see your face." Rowan's voice faltered a little, surprised from her own outburst. She took in the view of the vampire who brought back her sight, and was quite taken with the view.

STARRING: De Sade, Soren | LOCATION: Guilty Pleasures | OUTFIT: | NOTES: |

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[Soren Henrik Rask]

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[atrb=border,0,true] Soren felt weak, shattered. A vampire of Belle Morte's line taking him out like a pansy. He hadn't expected the pain to be so intense. He thought he could win this. Win and take his prize. Win and never have to deal with this fool again. Take Rowan and run for it while still having control of the city. He would have to find another way to make sure no one who resided in the city could take control. It would only be a matter of time before things would escalate to trouble that the vampire council would hear of such things happening. A revolt perhaps. "You still carry her bloodline. You still carry a curse that will stay with you until the day you turn to dust." Soren snarled as he tried to take a swipe at De Sade. He missed, only to feel more pain plunging into his body. It was like he couldn't escape. Escape a death that had haunted him since he became a vampire centuries ago. The pain was something he hadn't expected from someone who had been younger, but obviously he was not equal to this vampire who could take him down. Soren didn't want to be known as the weak vampire who couldn't take down someone who used lust to his advantaged to get what he wanted. That wasn't something he wanted to be remembered by. It wasn't fair. Soren just wanted to prove a point that he was the stronger person and the one for the job. It wasn't something he had expected, that he would faltered so low to do something noble and take care of a city that was falling to the dogs. He faltered to the ground as he watched De Sade, go toward the fallen lamb. Jealous that she took to him more than she ever took to Soren. He could feel the energy that the two had swirling around them. De Sade was trying to heal her wounds plus more, something he couldn't possibly do. Not in his lifetime. Soren was a weak master vampire. Weak, pathetic. All the things that Rowan had stated about herself, before he tried to do a mercy killing on her. He felt like he was defeated as he held himself up on all floors, staring at the ground. Soren knew he was defeated, when he heard Rowan mention something about being able to see. Oh, how he wished he had just taken out her eye balls to leave nothing but sockets left. His defeat, was the broken pride he lost ages ago.

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[DE SADE]

HAPPINESS

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De Sade smiled softly at the girl. There was an edge of possession in his gaze but altogether no vehemence yet. She reached his hand up, cupped her cheek and let his finger run smoothly along the edge of her flesh. He leaned forward and laid a soft kiss on her eye lid. "These are my eyes now, you understand? Mine to do with as I please. And how beautiful they are."

He paused only for one second to glance back at Soren and the orgy of vampires all around him. He smirked and reached down sweeping her up in his arms, and with metaphysical speed he shot out of the room, carrying her out and up until they were high upon the rooftop of the strip club. Where she could see the stars. The second thing she should look at wasn't Soren, or the many vampires she shared a kiss with, but the moon. he imagined that as much as he would like to see the sun she would like to see the stars. After long enough without vision it would be beautiful.

He set her down softly on the gravel of the top and gave her a moment to herself. A moment to stare, and bathe in the midnight sky. He spoke softly when she had had her fill "I am De Sade. Soren may harm you again for my defiance. I may not be able to heal those eyes again. I don't have time to converse, so listen bright angel. I want this city. I will have it. If you see anything of use to me, you tell me. Do not betray me, I beg you."

He walked forward with a soft stride to stand before her. He leaned forward and gave the softest most chaste touch of his lips against hers. Like kissing rose petals it was. He gave the softest smiles, and then before it could sink into anything else. He was gone. in a flash of moonlight and a dapple of dark night he was gone. A pale skinned god of pain and pleasure. He was gone.

DEVIOUS | 500ish | ABNEY PARK | SOREN | BOURBON

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