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Forsaken · 05:01 PM

Louden

"Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood"
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I hate what I've become
This darkness has just begun
I must confess that
I feel like a monster

I feel it deep within
It's just beneath the skin
I must confess that
I feel like a monster.
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Louden leaned against the tree trunk of a great oak he had climbed some hours ago, one leg dangling off of the branch, the other upon it. His arm was lazily cast over his eyes, the second over his stomach as he sighed softly. He never slept, really, but pretending to felt nice all the same. The teasing wind whipped through the branches and fiddled with his long hair, running through it like caressing fingers of a lover. Ne payed no mind to the feel, or sound... The scent was what interested him. 'Mmmmm... Fresh wounds...' He thought hungrily. His eyes opened in the same lazy manner. Did he really want it that badly..? It was only... What, three hours since his last feed? His lips still tasted of the blood as he ran his tongue slowly over them once. Still moist from them too... He moaned both in his tired state, and from the lust. 'No, I can wait...' He decided, though his words didn't convince him.

He groaned softly and pushed himself up from the tree, standing on the large branch now, over fifty feet in the air. It wasn't very far, really... He swung down, and jumped to the ground, not even needing to land in a crouch as he stretched and popped his neck. When his eyes opened again, they blazed with crimson. The wind was so much stronger down here... It was unfair, really. It was tempting and taunting in all the right ways and he couldn't help himself anymore. He did crouch now, only to jump up and sprint twards the scent that drove him mad.

His search lead him to outside of an inn beside the sea shore. There, in one of the windows, a young woman who looked to be sort of spoiled heiress was nursing a deep cut. From a knife accident in the kitchen with some food, he assumed. Women like her tended to be hopeless with steak knives. But he didn't care for her personal life, it would all be over soon. He leaped from the ground to a lod tree branch and climbed up until he pushed from it to reach the window seal. Just as she had her back turned, he opened the window, slipping in silent as a shadow.

Now all the world matched her heart beat. He could hear it loud and clear... Thump.... Thump.....Thump.... Slow, confident... He could feel the the vibe and pulse through the air, as if it were coming from giant speakers at a concert. The girl looked tward the ground... He bore a shadow, of course. And suddenly she froze. Oh, but not her heart... No, not that.Thump.. Thump.. Thump.. Thump.. She lifted her eyes to a full length mirror. Only she stood within it. Faster still her heat beat. Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump Her lips parted to scream, but nothing came out, his hot breath was on her neck now, as she turned with all the strength she had to see of her senses were betraying her, of god she hoped she was just being paranoid! And he was gone... Her heart, that was faster than can be written out, began go go slow again. A sigh of relief took her, until it was too late. He came from behind and snatched her viciously, his fangs baring as his mouth opened wide and he snarled in a beast-like manner. thumpthumpthumpthump! She went as she tried to scream out with her now found voice-
Too late. The heart beat cut off, suddenly and silently, as he sucked her clean of her life, not so much as one drop of blood being allowed to go anywhere but to him. He was just that good.

He lay her limp, pale, lifeless form on the bed nicely. Her skin looked a little stretched to fit her body as all moisture but what little other fluids there were was gone. Her eyes stared up of eternal horror before he placed his fingers over them and pulled the lids down. Not a moment later, he was gone, the sun hitting the glass of the window, and the silken draped flowing mournfully as he left the unknown place, and unknown meal behind. His craving was not satisfied, but it was content for now as he searched for a new endeavor to occupy his time.

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Lou

T/H/E/::G/R/E/A/T::V/A/M/P/I/R/E/::
L/O/U/D/E/N/::

"They say this love is B l a s p h e m y
But my new ~~R e l i g i o n~~ is you.♥

Louden was in his math class, lazily looking out into the yard of the school as his ancient teacher, with his liver spots and thinning white hair, droned on in his usual wheezy manner about equations. Louden was near sleep as his eyeliner-infested eyes blinked a few times before closing. Than they opened again, and so on and so forth. This had been the routine since the class started. He simply already knew everything, it it was no use, in his mind, to pay attention when he would ace the test anyway. He sighed and than yawned as he licked his lips softly. He was a little thirsty... But that could easily wait. He scratched his head and stood up, walking to the front of the class and picking up the hall pass."Hey, I'll be back, m'key Mr Dillard?" he said as he walked off, not bothering to wait for the slow answer as he opened the door and slipped out, his converse slipping along the floor as he stretched in his two-sizes too big hoodie and yawned again, his eyes opening wide to see that was about him.

There were just a couple students walking about the halls, some having planned to meet eachother and were hugging and jazz, whereas some were just lounging about and trying to be rid of the wretched school itself. Lou decided to make his way to a vending machine and put a dollar bill into it, the lights bleeped and he pressed the button for a Coke, receiving it shortly after the machine flashed the words 'thank you' to him as he went on his way throughout the school. He popped the top to the can and drank in loud slurps, that being how he was forced to drink since the can was shaped the way it was. The fizzy liquid woke him up a little, and gave him a small, familiar buzz in his system before he turned back to return to class. He made his way past the language rooms, peering into the french one, just a few moments before the bell would ring. And right on cue, it did.

Students rushed out, as he made his way back to his class, returned the pass, and grabbed his leather jacket. He swung it over his shoulder and walked out. He had five minutes to get to his next class, and he would be there in ten. He didn't bother getting there in time anymore. Instead, he walked outside, where some students were going to the outer buildings of the school to other elective classes. He merely sighed once more, and walked off of the property. On second thought, he would skip this period. He knew german back and forth by now. He saw his car, an '10 lotus, but kept walking. The brisk air felt good to him.

Damion

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Damion Von Trappt
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My name...? Heh... Well, my name is Damion Von Trappt. And I'm your dream come true, and than that dream gone bad. I have been a vampire for some time, now... Centuries... And now I'm stuck in hiding... Bah. These foolish mutts and walking cattle amuse me. The Alpha Dogs think they know so very much. Think we are disappearing. I am still here...

And right now, I'm watching them. High in an oak tree, I watch the mortals struggle against the Wolf Alpha. He looks so smug, like he owns the world. I simply chuckle and sit back... Watching.

But enough of my blabbing on in first person; let's begin in third:

Damion was indeed, sitting there and watching the whole thing. Laying back into the trunk of the tree.If he had some sort of snack of his own, maybe a mute baby, so there would be no noise, he would be in heaven. But no, babies were never mute... typical.

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Damion Von Trappt
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The male was strong... Damion had to admit that. And as soon as the Alpha Female came, he was heavily intrigued. Though, neither of these things stopped him from noting the other Vampire in the area. Valera, a spunky and seductive red-head, was always a delight to have around. He chuckled softly, though not enough to gain attention. A small shift came to the wind as he felt her come, and than her soft, playful tap. A crooked, but painfully charming smile came to his face, as he turned to her, and nodded a toothy grin in her direction. However, turning his attention back to the Flee-Bitten Dogs after the very brief acknowledgment.

He could smell it in the air... Wet dog. The ice at the bottom of the now wounded wolfs belly soaked his fur... Not that his own blood didn't do that as well. Unlike human blood, werewolf blood smelt like diapers and toxic acid to the Vampire's perfect, pale nose. His senses were disturbed by it, immensely. But non-the-less, he was not going to leave without finishing his entertainment, even if the air quality was suddenly a bitter, over-ripe tang.

	Male Vampires I favor.	#2	Forsaken CHEEZBURGER?!
Louden "Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood" ____ I hate what I've become This darkness has just begun I must confess that I feel like a monster I feel it deep within It's just beneath the skin I must confess that I feel like a monster. _____ _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Louden leaned against the tree trunk of a great oak he had climbed some hours ago, one leg dangling off of the branch, the other upon it. His arm was lazily cast over his eyes, the second over his stomach as he sighed softly. He never slept, really, but pretending to felt nice all the same. The teasing wind whipped through the branches and fiddled with his long hair, running through it like caressing fingers of a lover. Ne payed no mind to the feel, or sound... The scent was what interested him. 'Mmmmm... Fresh wounds...' He thought hungrily. His eyes opened in the same lazy manner. Did he really want it that badly..? It was only... What, three hours since his last feed? His lips still tasted of the blood as he ran his tongue slowly over them once. Still moist from them too... He moaned both in his tired state, and from the lust. 'No, I can wait...' He decided, though his words didn't convince him. He groaned softly and pushed himself up from the tree, standing on the large branch now, over fifty feet in the air. It wasn't very far, really... He swung down, and jumped to the ground, not even needing to land in a crouch as he stretched and popped his neck. When his eyes opened again, they blazed with crimson. The wind was so much stronger down here... It was unfair, really. It was tempting and taunting in all the right ways and he couldn't help himself anymore. He did crouch now, only to jump up and sprint twards the scent that drove him mad. His search lead him to outside of an inn beside the sea shore. There, in one of the windows, a young woman who looked to be sort of spoiled heiress was nursing a deep cut. From a knife accident in the kitchen with some food, he assumed. Women like her tended to be hopeless with steak knives. But he didn't care for her personal life, it would all be over soon. He leaped from the ground to a lod tree branch and climbed up until he pushed from it to reach the window seal. Just as she had her back turned, he opened the window, slipping in silent as a shadow. Now all the world matched her heart beat. He could hear it loud and clear... Thump.... Thump.....Thump.... Slow, confident... He could feel the the vibe and pulse through the air, as if it were coming from giant speakers at a concert. The girl looked tward the ground... He bore a shadow, of course. And suddenly she froze. Oh, but not her heart... No, not that.Thump.. Thump.. Thump.. Thump.. She lifted her eyes to a full length mirror. Only she stood within it. Faster still her heat beat. Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump Her lips parted to scream, but nothing came out, his hot breath was on her neck now, as she turned with all the strength she had to see of her senses were betraying her, of god she hoped she was just being paranoid! And he was gone... Her heart, that was faster than can be written out, began go go slow again. A sigh of relief took her, until it was too late. He came from behind and snatched her viciously, his fangs baring as his mouth opened wide and he snarled in a beast-like manner. thumpthumpthumpthump! She went as she tried to scream out with her now found voice- Too late. The heart beat cut off, suddenly and silently, as he sucked her clean of her life, not so much as one drop of blood being allowed to go anywhere but to him. He was just that good. He lay her limp, pale, lifeless form on the bed nicely. Her skin looked a little stretched to fit her body as all moisture but what little other fluids there were was gone. Her eyes stared up of eternal horror before he placed his fingers over them and pulled the lids down. Not a moment later, he was gone, the sun hitting the glass of the window, and the silken draped flowing mournfully as he left the unknown place, and unknown meal behind. His craving was not satisfied, but it was content for now as he searched for a new endeavor to occupy his time. _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Lou T/H/E/::G/R/E/A/T::V/A/M/P/I/R/E/:: L/O/U/D/E/N/:: "They say this love is B l a s p h e m y But my new ~~R e l i g i o n~~ is you.♥ Louden was in his math class, lazily looking out into the yard of the school as his ancient teacher, with his liver spots and thinning white hair, droned on in his usual wheezy manner about equations. Louden was near sleep as his eyeliner-infested eyes blinked a few times before closing. Than they opened again, and so on and so forth. This had been the routine since the class started. He simply already knew everything, it it was no use, in his mind, to pay attention when he would ace the test anyway. He sighed and than yawned as he licked his lips softly. He was a little thirsty... But that could easily wait. He scratched his head and stood up, walking to the front of the class and picking up the hall pass."Hey, I'll be back, m'key Mr Dillard?" he said as he walked off, not bothering to wait for the slow answer as he opened the door and slipped out, his converse slipping along the floor as he stretched in his two-sizes too big hoodie and yawned again, his eyes opening wide to see that was about him. There were just a couple students walking about the halls, some having planned to meet eachother and were hugging and jazz, whereas some were just lounging about and trying to be rid of the wretched school itself. Lou decided to make his way to a vending machine and put a dollar bill into it, the lights bleeped and he pressed the button for a Coke, receiving it shortly after the machine flashed the words 'thank you' to him as he went on his way throughout the school. He popped the top to the can and drank in loud slurps, that being how he was forced to drink since the can was shaped the way it was. The fizzy liquid woke him up a little, and gave him a small, familiar buzz in his system before he turned back to return to class. He made his way past the language rooms, peering into the french one, just a few moments before the bell would ring. And right on cue, it did. Students rushed out, as he made his way back to his class, returned the pass, and grabbed his leather jacket. He swung it over his shoulder and walked out. He had five minutes to get to his next class, and he would be there in ten. He didn't bother getting there in time anymore. Instead, he walked outside, where some students were going to the outer buildings of the school to other elective classes. He merely sighed once more, and walked off of the property. On second thought, he would skip this period. He knew german back and forth by now. He saw his car, an '10 lotus, but kept walking. The brisk air felt good to him. Damion [img] http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x...ncaptain-1.jpg [/img] Damion Von Trappt ---------------------☥☥☥-------------------- My name...? Heh... Well, my name is Damion Von Trappt. And I'm your dream come true, and than that dream gone bad. I have been a vampire for some time, now... Centuries... And now I'm stuck in hiding... Bah. These foolish mutts and walking cattle amuse me. The Alpha Dogs think they know so very much. Think we are disappearing. I am still here... And right now, I'm watching them. High in an oak tree, I watch the mortals struggle against the Wolf Alpha. He looks so smug, like he owns the world. I simply chuckle and sit back... Watching. But enough of my blabbing on in first person; let's begin in third: Damion was indeed, sitting there and watching the whole thing. Laying back into the trunk of the tree.If he had some sort of snack of his own, maybe a mute baby, so there would be no noise, he would be in heaven. But no, babies were never mute... typical. .................................................. .................................................. ...................................... [img] http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x...ncaptain-1.jpg [/img] Damion Von Trappt ---------------------☥☥☥-------------------- The male was strong... Damion had to admit that. And as soon as the Alpha Female came, he was heavily intrigued. Though, neither of these things stopped him from noting the other Vampire in the area. Valera, a spunky and seductive red-head, was always a delight to have around. He chuckled softly, though not enough to gain attention. A small shift came to the wind as he felt her come, and than her soft, playful tap. A crooked, but painfully charming smile came to his face, as he turned to her, and nodded a toothy grin in her direction. However, turning his attention back to the Flee-Bitten Dogs after the very brief acknowledgment. He could smell it in the air... Wet dog. The ice at the bottom of the now wounded wolfs belly soaked his fur... Not that his own blood didn't do that as well. Unlike human blood, werewolf blood smelt like diapers and toxic acid to the Vampire's perfect, pale nose. His senses were disturbed by it, immensely. But non-the-less, he was not going to leave without finishing his entertainment, even if the air quality was suddenly a bitter, over-ripe tang. "And through the heavy tears I cry, Thine rancid soul; I crucify. And then in Lucifer's arms, you'll lie, Dear Child, where you belong." Last edited by Forsaken; 03-07-2011 at 05:01 PM.
	Posted 03-07-2011, 04:52 PM