Kiss of the Damned

<font color='#728FCE'>Season: Tessera
Day: 11
Year: 81377

    Dymikca slowed her pace through the lush vegetation and finally reached the empty dirt road side. In fact she stopped and squatted to the ground, her delicate looking face extremely close to the dusty particals, small stones were in her view, these she also wanted to study. She held her breath, long brown locks in a wavy line down her backside, held fast in a tight braid.

    Her breath still held within her chest she reached out to carefully, to slowly pick through the leaves of a particular plant that she had been searching for quite some time. it was an extremely rare plant, one she needed to pass the test, a Lirax, an extreamly fatal poison, but when used the right way,perhaps a healer. There is an opposite to everything, where there is a negative, there has to be a positive!
. her chest felt tight with the tension. she quickly undid her bag and took out an even smaller bag. shifting through the contents she found what she had been looking for, tweezers.

"Yes, yes my little precious,"

    She spoke softly to her self, her eyes wide behind her glasses. she slowly, hands trembling reached for the tiny stem on the top of the blooming plant, careful not to touch its poison’s barbs as she still sat quite openly in the middle of the road. There was a sound in the distance, almost that of thunder. It sounded like a jeep, or a land rover, she couldn’t tell.

“Oh, damn!"

    She surprised herself by saying those words, but she felt a helplessness and distress rise up inside her. God, she would have to hurry, or months of studying before would have been wasted, for nothing. She took in a quick breath and plunged, grabbing the stem with the tweezers that was about one millimeter in length. Dymikca let out a ragged breath as she had finally plucked it off, reaching in her grainy, sandy bag for a plastic baggy, dropping it in and quickly sealing it up. she let out a sigh and slowly raised her body off the ground. she had mud stains on her pants. More work, yay.

    The land rover rolled into sight, they were coming on fast. Dust whirled behind them like a tornado, the wind pushing it in her face even before the truck reached her. Grabbing her bag quickly she turned and ran, but it had been almost too late. The sides of the wheels had barely missed her, leaving a scrap on the sides of her legs. She let out a yelp, falling into the mud on the side of the road.

    Dymikca groaned, her whole body was buzzing with pain. She took in a sharp breath, it hurt like hell, bad idea also, mud isn‘t her idea of a great meal. Anger slid over her small petite body. She looked around, the truck had stopped, the plant was still in the middle of the road, squished to a pulp. Dymikca shuddered, thanking her lucky stars she had been able to move in time and to get the plant. One more second and she would have been road kill.

     She lifted herself out of the mud, first going to her back pack, checking if anything had spilled out. When she was satisfied she rubbed her knee high overalls down, wiping her cheek on a clean sleeve and then turned to the figure that was emerging from the still land rover. A tiny flood of blood ran down her leg, dripping on her tennis shoes. She was going to demand something, she was angry enough to hurt someone. Dymikca stood proudly, her back erect and dignified through the veil of mud.

“How dare you, why were you going so fast on this road? the speed limit is five to ten miles an hour, you could have maimed me!" her anger burned inside her, her skin color rose with a deep red as she spoke the words.</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>Aubrey shoved open the rusty door and jumped out into a puddle of mud that was beneath his door.  His hair made its way in front of his eyes.  He was furious! What the hell was the woman doing out at a time like this?

What the hell are you doing!? It's midnight and you are out gathering weed!? And what were you doing in the middle of the road!?  And so what if the limit is only 10mph!  I can do whatever the hell I want to and you are defiantly not going to stop me.

His hand fell to his side, gripping his knife's hilt, he drew it forth, almost ready to throw it at the object in front of him,  he moved his hair out of his eyes so he could see clearly.  His mouth dropped open.  It was a woman!  He let go of the hilt and looked at her, amazed.  He laughed to himself.  Not wanting to apologize,  he got back into his car.

Come on, I have medical bandages at my place.

He sat back in the car, not bothering to buckle himself up,  he looked at the woman as she hesitated to get into the vehicle.  He sighed,  he was so hungry, he wanted to kill her.  In fact, why didn't he?  It was a forest.  The both of them appeared to be alone, no one was around.  He could kill her easily.  He could see that she was very weak.  She seemed so dirty.  Maybe he could get a quick lay.  That's right.  He could tell her that she looked filthy and tell her to take a shower.  She could put on his robe and get more cozy.  He flushed at these thoughts.  His face was a bright pink as his eyes lit up as he thought of the body beneath those discussing overalls.

What are you waiting for?

He forced to get out from his lips to try to ease the slight blush.  He looked at her from the side-mirror.  He sighed once more and jumped out of the car once more.  The night was cold, nipping at his skin.  He looked up as the moonlight shun down upon the both of them.  He smiled at her, then flushed again.  The thought of her naked body made him smile.  Oh, it had been such a long time since the last time he had gotten a quick lay.  He needed one badly and perhaps he could kill her afterwards.  Se x and a meal, perfect!</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>"I-I, what?" one moment he had been screaming at her one moment he had been offering hospitality. "I-who are you?" she was stuttering; now that wasn't like her at all.

    Dymikca peered into the shadows of the Landover, it seemed cold in there, but it was clean. She shook her head, hoping he wouldn't take that slight nod for a yes. She sighed, feeling the sickness of the mud sliding off her skin, slick and wet. Then she looked out into the jungle, it was dark, frightening, dangerous. She should know the dangers better then most.

    She then finally looked up at the man in front of her. He was tall, broad shouldered, good looking. She sighed. Forget that. Her eyes held a sweet innocence, her body gave off the message of girlhood, but her mouth was set in a straight line. She was cautious, she was wary. Now her eyes sparkled with intelligence and a knowing beyond her years.

"I do not usually make it a habit to get into other strangers cars in the darkness of night, but it is mine own stupidity that brought me out here. I know the dangers of the bog; I know the risks I take."

    Her mouth was firm. She side stepped past him quickly, "You can't help me, so I must refuse your offer."

    Dymikca didn't try to explain that she had more plants and herbs to find, or that the administration was watching her steps like a dog follows its master. She smiled faintly, her beautiful delicate features enchanting,

"But thank you." She bowed and reached up to kiss his cheek lightly, so she wouldn't get mud on him, "it was a most generous offer." She started to walk away. She had a long way to go before the night was over.</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>The words, Don't you dare walk away from me crossed Aubrey's mind.  He took her arm and pulled her close to him.  His lips brushed against her neck.  The hunger was intense.  How he wanted to seep his teeth into her thin neck.  Break through to the vain effortless.  He licked his lips as they were against her neck. Showing no mercy, his fangs appeared at her throught.  He the other side of her neck firmly.  His teeth peirced the skin gently, not to the vein.  He was thinking about this girl.  He wanted to play around.  He wasn't in the mood for an easy meal.  With that he pulled the girl by her arm to his car and threw her into the seat.  Try to escape, and I will kill you. He took the bag of herbs and threw them into her lap.  He dissapeard infront of her eyes and re-appeared sitting next to him.  A light smile was on his face as he locked the doors.

The two of them had driven for awhile.  The doors hadn't budged and the woman apeared to be very angry.  He couldn't blame her.  After all, this probablly be the last time she saw the moon.  He laughed gently to himself as they approached his house.  It was large enough to be a manchon in the middle of the woods.  It was like a plantation in the middle of nowhere with no slaves to work for him.  His eyes met the womans glare.  He smiled and unlocked to doors.  She wouldn't know how to get away and if she screamed, no one would be able to hear her from miles away.  He took the girls arm and pulled her inside.  They both stepped on mudd and dead animals such as snakes and lizards.  There was a slight crunch.  The sent of blood and wine was in the frosted air.

As the both of them entered his home, he whispered into the womans ear, Wait here, my sweet. He locked the main entrence behind him and left her to the room. The manshon was filled with a marble floor and velvet crimson curtains hung from everywhere.  There was a shandeleir hanging from the celing made from gold and crystal.  He went into the dinning room to set the table.  A plate and a bottle of blood was on the table cherry-stained table.  Also another bottle of wine was sitting with two crystal glasses. A softly played symphony of screams and crys went through out the manshon and he appeared before her with a blood-stained mouth.  He smiled and took her hand.  The both of them walked to the table as he sat her down and poured himself a bottle of blood.

Aubrey Jazlyn. A soft smile escaped from his lips.  That is my name.  And what is yours?  It was almost pointless to ask.  It was simple to hack into the womans mind, but he tried to restain from that.  Like a cat playing with a mouse he watched her, extremely fasinated until he got bored.  That is when he would kill her.  The only problem was;  she didn't seem to bore him.  He actually liked not hacking into her mind and seeing what she was like from there.  He tried to back off of it as of late.  He was using too many of his tricks too often.  He needed a long and securing brake.  He smiled and nodded as she stated her name.  His face was slightly flushed as she was talking.  He took another sip from the glass of cold blood.  He hated blood cold.  Warm and fresh is the way he would normally have it.  It was more sweet and flavorful that way.</font>

 

<font color='#728FCE'>Dymikca's eyes were on the males as he slowly looked into hers. It made her catch her breath. She suddenly realized just how alluring she was. He leaned in to her neck and she felt her self sigh with a strange longing. She wanted him to bite her, and that was terrifying, she didn't even know who he was. His breath was a warm wind on the side of her neck, caressing. She felt his lips kiss the pulse at her neck and suddenly there was a sharp sting. Dymikca gasped, her thoughts suddenly revealing them. But he didn't bite down hard.

    She felt dizzy as he released her and roughly shoved her into his car. She couldn't think Cleary. She knew she had something to do right now and it was important to her, though she couldn't recall just what. He through her knapsack and started the car. The rumbling off the engine startled her and she looked around, eyes innocent. What was she doing here again? He spoke to her, but she didn't know just what it meant. They drove down the road, she shook her head, but she couldn't rid herself of the sinking feeling. They bounced along the road, passing the bog and rolling further into the woods. Her heart was thudding in her head, though she wasn't afraid. This wasn't right, it wasn't right at all.

    Suddenly a large mansion appeared through the shroud of trees and dense curling fog. As they reached it he slowly stopped the engine and unlocked the door. Helping her out them walked into the house which was beautifully and expensively furnished. He whispered some language in her ears though she couldn't understand it. He went out and then came back.

    What ever happened next she couldn't remember. She sharply gasped, throwing a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide and fearful.
She remembered who he was. She had a feeling she had been here for some time and he was looking at her knowingly with a smug smile.


Aubrey, what am I doing here?" her supple body was held ridged with shock, she knew his name!

  She got up and slowly crossed the room, feeling as if awakened from a long dream. She went to him, realizing she was holding a glass of dark red fluid. Dymikca felt horror unimaginable as she realized that she couldn't remember putting it there or what the liquid was. It fell from her figure tips and crashed against the floor. the red thick liquid seeped into the carpet, running down her leg she felt the horror rise again. The shattard glass was everywhere, it gleamed wickedly in the light. She looked up at him, small animal’s eyes wide with fear and bewilderment. She looked like a frightened doe, innocent and as delicate as a rose petal. Her lips quivered, and then they became firm lines.

"How?" her voice was shaking with anger and the strain of fear, her small body trembling close to his body.</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>Aubrey watched as the glass had crashed down infront of him.  The light from the glass reflected into his eyes as he was momentairly blind.  He let a small laugh escape his tightly pressed lips and stood to his feet.  He let his feet step onto the blood-stained carpit and the glass.  His hand brushed by her ear.  He smiled and felt her soft warm skin as it seemed to caress his hand, not the other way around.  He went to her neck once more.  He licked the blood that was making its way down to her chest.  He smiled and looked up from where he was.  He spoke to her once more How what, my dear? He let her think about her answer.  His lips were still brushed upon her neck.  

His teeth soaked into her flesh once more.  The sweet taste of blood was in his mouth once more.  This time,  he fead a great amount to himself.  His arms were locked tightly around her waist as he held her close to him.  He let her go as she seemed to float to the ground.  He watched her as she lay.  She was suffering from blood loss.  He could tell. Having some self control she let her wisk away into an unconsious manor.  He picked her up and walked up the long red-carpited stairs, to his room.  He layed the woman down upon his bed and watched her.  The bite he had given her was not a fatal one.  She would live.  But he was possitive that she was in pain.  He constantly licked away the excess blood that appeared after afew moments.

He laughed and looked at the girl as her eyes opened.  You know, you never told me your name... He smiled as he watched her.  Taking his left hand,  he moved hair out of her lovely eyes.  he watched her every movement.  He tried to hack into her mind; but found it was too dificult.  The woman had a strong will and would not alow him to get into her mind.  He tried to focus, but not too hard.  He did not want to kill the woman just trying to read a few lines that crossed her mind.  He stopped concentraiting.  He had given up.  It would be much more fun to get to know her normally, whatever normal was.  Do you wish to be damned like I am? Or shall I leave you here to suffer alone? His eyes seemed cold as ice.  He placed an arm around her as she lay in the bed.  He looked at her as her lips were trembling and he could see it.</font>

 

<font color='#728FCE'>Dymikca felt warm, suffused with warmth. Yet he had taken her blood, and it had hurt as if he didn't care at all. She looked up at him, his pale body like white marble in the candle light. The warmth of the rays flickered off the planes of his face; it was terrifying just how beautiful he was.
    Pain was every where on her body, stabbing like knives, though the wound on her neck was clean, as if it had never been there at all. It was healing, but that didn't stop the pain. She gasped, feeling her blood soaking into the silk sheets and the sharp pain that curled in her stomach. Dymikca's head slid forward, her forehead hot and sweaty like the rest of her body, she was burning up like she had a fever, melting alive. It was hot, slick, and it made her gasp. She wanted to reach up and touch his face. But she held back the strong desire to do so. She spit in his face instead, her features went form a sweet girlish innocence to that of a woman.

"Vampire, you can not trick me with your mind anymore. Damn you to hell." tears filled her eyes, "if I get the chance I will stab a knife in your back and you will repay the blood you have stolen from me this night.

    Dymikca's voice was desperate, she was at his mercy, and she knew that nothing could save her if he decided to kill her. She literally spat in his face again, feeling stronger in her limbs. Nothing could save her now. She starred up into his face as he wiped off the offensive fluid,

"if you touch me again I will destroy you, though I am only a simple doctor." she hadn't said it out loud, but she let her mind free and she knew he heard them by the tightening of his mouth. She didn't know where the words were coming from; all she knew was that she meant them. Her lids fluttered, her voice strained with energy,

"I hate you."

    Her words were drenched in the emotion, drenched with loathing, tears brimming her eyes and hanging on her lashes to fall down soft plush cheeks. She felt like she was tied to the bed, though it was not the case, she was tied by his endless gaze, the green washed sea depths of his eyes. She gasped with anger as he moved in closer to her,

"Never! I would rather die then become a monster!" her words rang with unbreakable conviction as she glared him down.

    He may have her body captive, but he could never have her mind, never would she yield to torture. Dymikca waited for that lovely caressing hand at her thigh to strike her down, to break her delicate neck apart.</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>A laugh escaped from Aubrey's lips from deep within his darkened chamber of himself.  He looked to the woman.  I will leave you to your command.  Aubrey smiled and vanished to leave the woman.  The bite he had left her with was not 100% fatal.  She would not die from it unless she moved to make the cut larger than what it already was.  He would leave her on the floor of his cold mansion, come back for her later.  Damn this woman! Trying to mock me! I wish she would become a vampire.  I can't go back now, however. That would just make everything pointless.  She needs to faint before I can show back there. He appeared in a tree in the forest right next to his mansion.  Looking around for anything that dared to move in his line of sight.  He jumped from the tree to wander a little.  even though he knew everything in his forest, it was still a bit fun to wander.  Looking around, he came to a pond and sat upon a rock.  Looking down at his own reflection, he sighed in descust of his face.  He turned around and walked back to the mansion.  That damned female was right.  He was descusting and deserved to die.  He made his way through the front doors of his home and up the stairs to his own room.  Kicking open the door he saw her laying on the bed, breathing heavily.  

Damn you woman! You are right.  I am a descusting creature.  But that doesn't matter.  You are going to become one of us even if you don't like it!  He took a sword from his cabinet and slit his wrist.  He held it up to the womans lips and looked to her.  Take it you little reskh.  I am sick of living a life by myself.  Come with me.  We can kill things together, the both of us!  He pressed it against her lips, blood made its way down her skin, into her blouse, running across her rjauts.  He licked his lips, tempted to lick the blood off he looked to the woman.  Take the f ucking blood!  He wanted to slap her, but doing that would probally kill her and tear the wound.  Taking a deep breath he sat himself down on a chair and watched her.</font>

 

<font color='#728FCE'>"God, you bastar.d!" she spat in his face. The warm liquid spilled down her chin, rolling off her tongue. It was hot, burning like she was drinking tobacco sauce but infinitely sweeter. She coughed, choking on the fluid. She felt bile rise up in her throat, she was going to puke.

"Please god help me, anyone, anyone at all, no more, no more." she cried out into the empty expanse of nothingness, her world was receding. She felt her own power rise up inside of her, and she took the herbs out of her bag, quickly eating them to stop the healing process of her body. She sighed harshly sitting back on the blood soaked sheets, soaked with her own blood. Her hair was flowing around her head, cool and distant, cold and hard yet soft and pliant she looked.

"there is nothing you can do now, leave me to die, or kill me yourself, poison by Lirax a is very painful way to die and not the way I would have chosen to go." she laughed brokenly. Dymikca looked up at him with ferocity, her eyes never wavering from his deep hypnotic glance, what she wanted to ask was, why me. Why meÂ…but she didnÂ’t.

“I told you, you can have my body, but you will never own my mind, and if I must die to uphold that, then so be it." she gasped sharply as her body spasmed with pain. She spread out, blood running down her hands, out her mouth, out her eyes.


Occ: DUDE!! save me or something, and stop trying to kill me!! XDXD</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>Aubrey's eyes locked with hers.  He let out a small laugh and looked to her.  Fine, I will leave you here to die, you are so pathetic! Wiping the spit that landed on his chin, he began to walk away, his long cloak hitting his ankles as he came to a hault at the door.  He looked back, a small, depressed look fell upon his small child-like face that was scared, no one could ever see the real him.  I apologize.  Letting a deep breath into his body, he walked back towards her and ripped cotton from within the blood-soaked sheets she was resting upon.  He held it against her neck, where blood was seeping down.  He let a sigh escape after the deep breath and held her close to him.   I don't want to be alone anymore, can't you see why I am so desprate for company?  He let her go and took the damp towel-from blood-and wiped her face with it, taking the blood away.  He let her lay back against the pillows and looked to her.  I suppose I shouldn't be so desprate.

    The firelight gleamed through out the room.  He looked to the mantlepeice and walked up to it with a glass of blood in hand.  He told her everything, about how he was taken and forced to be what he was.  He told her how he never ment to harm her, but he gets angry so easily ever sence his sister was taken from him, at own fault.  The black and white marble tiles on the floor were shining, reflecting the warm fireplace.  A sent of blood and cherries were in the winter air.  Snow began to fall outside, making its way between the blades of grass that were swiftly moving in the breeze that was passing by.  Red velvet curtains bleed from the walls to the floor of his room.  He walked over to the woman once more and sat upon the bed, hoping she would understand.  Have you ever been in a position like I am in right now, this very second?  He looked at her, as if he wanted to cry, but the sin over took him, he would never be able to cry after his becoming a vampire betaken him.</font>