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Post by demetri on Nov 9, 2010 23:00:40 GMT -5
 
As soon as Dem left the filthy sewers, he was automatically hit with the lonesome night. The humans are certainly getting smarter, he thought to himself ruefully. No one walked the dark streets tonight, and all was still besides the pieces of trash rolling in the wind. Disappointment twinkled in his malice filled red eyes, for he had been hoping to find a young woman to use to simply fill the dragging hours until morning. Blood wasn’t what Dem was searching for, he had already drained a beautiful tourist outside of Florence. Games of intimacy, twisting women’s emotions around their simple minds was pathetically easy as well as fun. Dem knew he didn’t spend his free time in the most modest manners, but that didn’t matter to the cocky vampire. Nothing else appealed to him. Besides, vampires were graced with charm that would enable them to have some good fun with a lady once in a while.
Dem wandered, hands in empty pockets. He was beginning to regret not making that glass of red wine last for longer. Then again, it hadn’t been aged very well and its bittersweet taste lingered on his tongue. The castle was within in his view, miles away by human view but only a short run by vampire terms. However, Dem didn’t feel that he should go back to the castles high stone walls just yet. The Volturi were so sorrowful in the black hours of the night as the inhabitants reminisced on mortal life as well as pondering the ends of their jobs. Dem would rather be out in the city, ducking under flashing neon strobe lights and slinking in the cloaks of shadows rather than enduring the melancholy of the Volturi. He glanced up at the bell tower and counted it’s slow chimes. One.. two..three… four…five… six…seven…eight…nine…ten… 11 and 12. Exactly midnight. Dem stood by the clock for a moment, wondering if the bitterness had ended in the castle and wondering exactly how long he had been walking. He most certainly had not been paying attention to his surroundings. Surely there was more to do inside than there was out here.
He loped back to the castle, the gentle gait more of a Olympic runner speed. Dem could feel the polished gold locket concealed carefully under his jacket bounce with his quick and reckless speed. Reckless, because if any human saw him he could be killed by the brothers. Dem had never once feared for his job and was fond of thinking of himself as invaluable to the well being of the Volturi. That was arrogance for you.
Dem caught sight of a beautiful woman then, and a playful sort of malice ran through his depths. There weren’t any vampiresses which would have suit his needs just fine. Even if the woman was married like most of the guard, it wouldn’t have mattered.
He followed her, trying to keep himself downwind as well as out of sight, without losing sight of her figure. It wasn’t much of a hunt, seeing as the woman was walking in a very slow pace. He paused and listened to her melodic voice whisper softly melodies, and he followed suit. Not only standing with his back pressed against the wall, but with the words of an old Latin hymn on his breath.
Coming out of the shadows, Dem approached the woman and a malice filled smile crept up his features. Dem just, really didn’t know what kind of trouble he could get into. “Good evening, Signora.” Dem said, in his native tongue. Italian, duh. TAG!? mia
MUSE!? onerepublic
WORD!? does it matter?
NOTES!? sooo tired *yawns* and Signora=Madame in Italy |
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Post by mia on Nov 10, 2010 8:24:31 GMT -5
﴾ DON'T YOU MAKE A MOVE TONIGHT ﴿ [/font]  ﴾ YOU CAN ONLY STAGGER ONCE SHE'S GOT YOU ﴿[/font] in her sight you're the one she's after 'cause she's the blade and you're just paper[/font][/center] ► hey look! it's text!
Mia often wondered what made her go out for such long walks in the middle of the night. Maybe it was the lack of others. Or was it the risk and danger thrill behind each step that she took? She was never quite sure of the reasons behind why she had been doing this the past few weeks.
The Volterra night had a slight chill to the air. Occasionally with each turn down another alley or street, she would feel that blast of cool air hit across delicate features of her face and shiver. There was a time or two that she had thought she might of shivered all the way to her bones. Her heart quickened with each one of these times.
It wasn't til she got to the park mid center of town did she have this overwhelming feeling that she was being watched. Only thing was each time that she had turned around all she could find were shadows moving and doing their private dances. Her black leather jacket that she wore was clung to and pulled tighter to her chest. Who was out there and was she just overly worried? It was nightfall after all. Mysterious things went bump in the night. Or so what her mother told her in those bed time stories as a little girl.
At the gate to the park, she turned around and headed back home. Her steps had gotten somehow more urgent. It was getting late, best she went home, right? Something always puzzled her since she was old enough to go out alone at night. Why was the Volturi so desolate at night? Where was everyone? Who was she fooling, this nervousness was overrated and she had nothing to concern herself with. No one was behind her. No one was watching the shivery red- headed young woman with bright blue eyes!
She had just gotten a block or two from her apartment when she was startled by a noise. Well, more like a voice of a man. One who had spoke in a language she hadn't heard of in a long time, unless you can consider the very old men in the strip club she currently worked in.
Her heart must of nearly jumped out of her skin as she spun around to look at this unknown man who was just stepping out of a shadow and making her way towards her.
Signora - he had said to her.
The man before her was handsome as she took him into her sight. How could she still be so nervous with such a man in front of her. Instantly her mind raced. Questions flashed through her blue eyes as she struggled to find that composure his presence had made her lose.
Ultimately she finds her composure and dipped her head politely. She had to force herself to talk. A stripper who had been too stunned to talk. Imagine that! As soon as she'd speak, he'd know of her sensitivity and soft voice. A young woman true within her rights of being a woman.
"Hello. You scared me. I was just out...for a walk. If I bothered you somehow, I'm sorry."
She winced to herself. Corny Mia. Really corny to have said. She took a step back towards the wall. She tried to make her nervousness be played off as a simple lean to the wall. He wouldn't notice that, would he? She hoped not.
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Post by demetri on Nov 10, 2010 16:01:02 GMT -5
The sky was devoid of stars and the streets were poorly lit, due to unfortunate bugs getting caught in the lamps, drawn to the bright light. Vampires were like the lights, playing siren songs to draw their prey into their grasp. Many of the Volturi were like this, using their beauty to pull in the lifeblood, the food. A meal. Dem knew of the Volturi members who’s abilities allowed them to hunt more smoothly, as well as more efficiently. He liked the hunt without extra help and cherished the fear in his prey’s eyes as he drained them. He would never deny that he himself was a sadist, but he wasn’t alone in the world. Humans had killers as well, men who would steal the life of their own race. Dem wasn’t human, and for that reason killing an innocent human who had done nothing to him wasn’t a crime. Because, put simply, his race was higher than them.
Sure, Dem was arrogant and cocky and thought of everyone in the world as pawns for his chess game. People had no other use for him, humans and vampire kind alike. That was all women were to him. Just toys to wind up and watch dance, and play with until he got bored of their trivial antics. They would be thrown away when he was done with them like a child who has finally let go of their foolish sentimental cling to a doll or a blanket. It was the same with everyone, male and female alike and it would be the same with this woman before him. The red haired woman was only entertainment. He had hunted already and his scarlet eyes glistened approvingly, and Dem was not in the mood for gorging himself, as enjoyable as a hunt would be. It must have been a holiday for the party going humans and vampires weren’t out tonight. Thus the streets were left unwalked, except for the sadist and his toy. Dem wasn’t completely aware of what he was getting into, but hey, things never went as you planned. And he wasn’t one to ever regret his actions. Regret was a foreign field for the male, just as sympathy was. Emotions were unknown to him, that action lost to the transformation as well as the mental disorder.
Amusement was something he felt all the time, from human’s naïve actions and their dying screams to a certain beautiful woman who should have been aware of his gleaming eyes watching her from the shadows. She would noticed him at some point, they always did. Whether if she felt the hair on the back of her neck begin to stand up on its ends, or if the wind harshly blew his scent toward her.
“No mademoiselle, it is I who should be apologizing.” He said smoothly, with a no trace of a grin. “I couldn’t help but admire your beauty.” He noticed how she pushed her back against the wall. He took a step forward, “May I dare ask, are you doing anything of great importance? If not, I like you to accompany me, tonight.”Dem had learned to act over the years, to keep his true intentions in the depths. Humans could believe that he was a helpful young man while he really only wanted to play them like violins. Tonight, he looked like a lonely vampire searching for someone to fill the gaps and give him some company. Dem was good at acting, and years of toying with humans had made him pretty good at it.
Red eyes turned as the rush of flapping wings passed him, and he watched the raven soar into the blanket night the black form rising on the wind currents. He watched the bird soar until it disappeared, the graceful form of the bird leaving behind one thought on the mind of a vampire. An omen. TAG!? mia
MUSE!? lily allen - fear
WORD!? enough!
NOTES!? heh merry christmas lol |
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Post by mia on Nov 11, 2010 21:30:09 GMT -5
﴾ DON'T YOU MAKE A MOVE TONIGHT ﴿ [/font] ﴾ YOU CAN ONLY STAGGER ONCE SHE'S GOT YOU ﴿[/font] in her sight you're the one she's after 'cause she's the blade and you're just paper[/font][/center] ►Mia's breath came in suddenly and with a sharp gasp as this man stepped closer to her. Even though she had wanted to seem relaxed and that she might not of been scared, she was failing. This handsome man, who spoke in ancient dialect, had this self assurance, bold, arrogant way about him.
Mia had met many like him in her strip club. Men who thought they could pick any woman they wanted and expected them to comply in an eager and willing fashion. She put men like him in that category of having many women. A woman to warm his bed each night of the week.
His gaze had drifted from her only long enough to watch a bird fly and that too had her focus lifting up and blue eyes taking in the raven as well. What an odd moment that was to see the bird flying by at night. Didn't those things sleep at night? Heck if she knew. Sadly, she wasn't one on the subject of birds.
Her blue hues return to Demetri. Had he just asked a woman who hadn't even been told his name to escort him somewhere? She didn't know his name, nor did he know hers! And strangely, why hadn't he said where he wanted her to go?
Her heart pounded in her chest even more so now. If she had thought of denying him and running off, the thought became distant whenever she looked into his eyes. One could get lost within the pools of his gaze. Heck, for even a split second she had wanted to reach out and touch him, perhaps even kiss this stranger. She had managed to push that thought from her mind though, for she was no slut. Oddly, being she worked at a strip joint!
Her head started moving in a nod, just as words had come out of her mouth. " Um.. Sure, where do you want to go?" And better yet, why wasn't the thought on the tip of her tongue to ask him his name or tell him hers?
Hesitantly she managed to push herself from the wall and stepped a foot or two towards him. " Are you going to tell me though where we are going?" ► ﴾ TAGGED ?! ﴿ just for you!
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Post by demetri on Nov 15, 2010 16:24:39 GMT -5
Brillant red eyes watched the raven until it swooped away, and the omen that it seemed to hold was of no signifance to Dem. It had been the first thought on his mind, because of the time he was raised in. A time when women were treated like trash, when latin was still spoken on a daily basis, only not as frequently. While the streets of Spain were Jane’s pain and torture, Dem’s lie in Italy among the tall marble columns of Rome. He would always have a mixed feeling of loathing and attachment to those streets. The square was the center of those dark and twisted lies, the charades and games he played on innocent humans. Some tribal wars in Africa may have been the result of his careless actions, war waged between nations because of his lies.
He wasn’t as good at lying as some who had been at it longer than he had, and partially, he just didn’t care. The lazy gait he walked at so nonchantly belonged to that of a large cat, and the malice soaked gleam in his eye went unhidden, depending on what personality his mind thought best to pull out of the hat that day. In this moment, the flirts he pulled on humans twinkled in his eye and the smirk full of his morals and motives. Yet, the guard member had placed a shield high around him so that others could not trespass and come upon the secret of his personality disorder. His face emptied itself of all emotion, and Dem felt the smallest twitch of amusement at her so called bravery. This was his guard, another personality taking control to protect himself against anything and everything that the world could possibly throw at him.
Dem slipped his leather clad hands into his pockets. The emotionless clatter and wonder at what would happen if he touched her with his bare hands, what he would see of the graceful red head girl’s past. What exactly made her tick, what made her so afriad of his uninvited entrance. A touch. So simple, yet so difficult. Words of gossip reached co workers ears in the Volturi castle, as they found cruel and unusual ways to fill the long days. Each day was filled with the boredom, and Dem always found himself wandering aimlessly, with nothing to do. That was why he toyed and played with others mercilessly; because there was normally nothing better to do.
“A bar,” The smooth words were accompanied by a simple nod.
The red head flipped her scent over to the air to him, and he shifted his weight onto the other foot. Too many years of lying, pretending to be something you were not. Everything had to be perfect, not just the action they took, but the setting. Cloud covered cities and fog swirling in a eerie pattern provided the cover they needed from the revealing sparkle. It was why night was such a scared time for every vampire, because they could be themselves without having to hide from the humans.
A chuckle left his lips. Aro loved the abilities and artistic talents of the guard. They were his collection, his puppets. Aro had done nothing for so long when at the click of his fingers he had the whole mass of the Volturi guard at his side. That wicked smile sent many to their firey deaths. Dem, was always reminded of his father in that man. The way he used everyone for his own gain, that gleam in his eyes when he got sit on his throne.
“I’m sure you could go for a drink.”
He was secretive, preferring to keep his whole being away from the ears of all the Volturi. Volterra castle walls were made for whispering others secrets, the dark place always rumbled with gossip. Humans talked of it as well, the history, what was inside the walls. So much of the worlds history was housed within those walls, ancient vampire texts.
He pressed himself against the sharp stone wall, lounging and watched the moon float among the stars. It’s light bleached his skin to the color of bone and shadows played around his face and the wall. The vampire life was somewhat lonely and dismal at times, when you only had the sky as your company. Dem didn’t care, for his charm would always supply what he needed. He pushed himself away from the wall and started walking down the street towards the private bar which conviently was next to hotel. He eyes wander back his lover for the night, “You are correct if you think that I’m here for something more than your company.” A flash of amusement lit his eyes for the briefest moment as he watched the female before uttering something of his own, “You know, I’m sure you look much better in the sunlight than in the dark.” TAG!? mia
MUSE!? sara bareilles - king of anything
WORD!? woo
NOTES!? sorry i sorta just rumble here |
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Post by mia on Nov 17, 2010 23:51:51 GMT -5
What was it with this unknown man who she had never laid eyes on prior to that evening that had her so uneasy, yet, so relaxed in some sort of weird sense? Mia wanted to run, scream, hide from this man. On one hand anyhow, she wanted to do those things. On the other, she wanted to tease him with her own seductiveness and allure. Her beauty was unmistakable in a sense.
She wasn't like any other woman. She didn't cast judgements, at least openly. She didn't hide most of her emotions and she could carry on a lenghy conversation ranging from opera to politics, if given the opportinty.
She had so much going for her. Her dancing was just the addition to the chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry sundae. Captivating her mind, by a man, was something that hardly happened with Mia. And now, here she was, even as she was afraid to admit it, she was intriqued by Demetri. A man she found incredibly handsome and unique even though she knew nothing of him.
She watched him lean to the wall and speak of them having a drink. Hmm, was he planning on getting her intoxicated so he could try to take her to bed? It was a thought but one she found herself unable to concentrate on. She simply found herself nodding in assent that she'd go with him. " Alright, but just one drink, is all." She had to try and lay out some boundaries. What would he think of such inane rule as only one drink with him. This man somehow she could sense was too secure in himself. Too certain in the fact that he got what he wanted. Call it just a feeling she got.
When he pushed from the wall and started walking off, she just stood there a moment and blinked. Was he expecting her to follow him in such a fashion that spoke of submission and male dominance? What the heck? She went to open her mouth and then felt it shut. Damn it, she was stepping forward and following him! What in the world was going on? Her friends would of said she was like a lost little puppy if they could see her now!
She had just gotten up to his side when she heard his words of wanting more. She immediately froze in her steps and just looked over to him. What exactly did that mean she wondered. Softly, under her breath she spoke to herself. " Why do I suddenly have this feeling that tonight is going to be a night that I will never forget and change things as I know it?" She sighed again and then focused on moving her feet so she could walk again and catch up to him.
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Post by demetri on Nov 20, 2010 11:58:20 GMT -5
Blood and sex were the main attraction of this Volturi vampire when he wasn’t on missions or following the brother’s orders. In a strange way, Dem did still follow the rules of the old days that were long passed. Women were his to use and dump when he liked, twisting them around his finger until he got tired of them. The point? The point was that Dem had never been innocent, and he doubted that this red hair woman had ever been as well.
“Fine, let’s skip the drinks then.” He liked how this woman didn’t need to get drunk to have a good time. He also like how she follow him no question asked. Women usually played silly games that he always won. He looks over his shoulder and smile secretive towards the woman, “Demetri.” He said before he had entered the elegant hotel the before the night was over. The moon had cast a faded glow over his white skin, tinting it an eerie blue.
There barely knew each other, only spoke few sentences to each other in last few minutes on the street. Just another example of how demanding he could be especially when she followed to him into their suit within the hotel. He had agreed because he wasn’t the kind of a man who refused when he was given the opportunity to use a woman. It had slipped his out of shirt, no need for that tonight. A crooked smile ripped up his features at the thought. He eyed the woman and really admired her beauty for a human. A handsome grin crept up his features even more.
“I think you might be correct about this night changing your life.” He was skilled at lying these days, and there was no strain in his voice as he spoke lies and sin right there. Or did he spoke the truth…?
Those words were the type of words he used with all women. Flirting with the latin accented tones of his voice that lured so many women in like a fishermen baiting the catch. Seeing her standing there, the smile widened. Lies affected women much more than the truth. But, tonight Demetri didn’t really have to lie. She was profoundly beautiful even with her clothes on. She probably look better without them. Dem stepped closer to her, laziness in his cat like gait. A large hand ran not so gently down her hip, and the grin turned into a smirk. His hand reached places beyond her hip, and beyond his heart’s utmost desires. “Tonight I am lucky man.” Their suite room had a huge king size bed decorated with black silk sheets. TAG!? mia
MUSE!? pink - glitter in the air
WORD!? does it matter?
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Post by mia on Nov 24, 2010 0:37:44 GMT -5
"Fine, lets skip drinks?" Just what did he mean by that, Mia wondered. She lifted her gaze to stare at him a bit in confusion. This man was odd Mia thought to herself. One minute he was asking her, a stranger ot have a drink and the next he was changing his mind. Men. They were just way too odd for her. Granted that thought though wasn't something she was going to tell him.
After giving the moment a time to lapse with a shake of her head, she heard him mentioning his name and smiled. Demetri. It sounded exotic to her. It was a guys name she had liked and hoped to one day name her children if she got lucky to have one or two, and if a boy. Her soft melodic voice piped up again. " Odd. Your name I mean. I used to love that name. Swore one day I'd name my first son that." Now the question arose, why was she telling this barely met man her deepest secrets? Something about him had her easily talking and she would of wondered why if she hadn't focused on where they were heading. A hotel?
She blinked in disbelief. Oh crap. She got nervous then when she realized all that was occuring orwhat he thought would happen. Did he think of her as some type of slut? She hadnt even told him she was a stripper. He would be all over her in a heartbeat then, if he had known this tidbit!! God. And whats that? Shes getting clammy? Lord.
She followed him up through the hotel and into his room and once behind the closed sanction of his room, she moved over to the dresser and leaned against it. Without paying attention, the lean she had against the dresser was a seductive one. One that brought her full breasts outwards against her top, showing slightly more cleavage and shown the curve of her hips in a delightfully, enticing way. All this thanks to her dancing skills.
As soon as she felt his hand going to her sweetly curved hip, she sucked in her breath abruptly. Damn. His touch was so relaxing as it was rough! She wanted more of it. She had never been with a vampire. Was this allure and wanting to have him touch more of her with one single touch of his normal? If it was, she was without a doubt in for a long, long night!
She licked at her lips. One hand rose to push that wild mess of firery curls from her eyes while the other laid over his hand as it traveled down her body. No. She couldn't let him think he could sample the goods so easily. There had to be some teasing. Some type of enticement and she had thought of the perfect way to do this. She lifted up to her toes, having to do this because he was much more taller than she and brushed moist rosy lips across his bottom lips. A nip here, a nip there, gentle as ever and leaving the faintest taste of her upon his mouth.
She moved to the side, pulling free of his closeness and stepped about the bedroom as if nothing had gone on around them. She took off her jacket, exposing fully the sexy beautiful curvy hidden body that she had. Could he figure out with the way she moved, how fluid her body eased as she walked what she did for a living? Worst case scenario, he had to think of her as some type of dancer.
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