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 Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 9:25 pm
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"Oh you're awake. I see you've been begging for my attention. I'm afraid, you've asked the wrong way."
Carlo smirked and walked over to Cadeon squirming away in absolute fear. He made the boy whimper, terrified for his life. The monster grabbed a hold of the boy's locks and yanked his head back causing him to yelp.
"How are you holding up, my man?"
The door to the bedroom opened again and in walked the older brother, Damarko. Again the door was shut and the tall gentleman looked around the room, his fiance's room. Blood stains were everywhere and it sickened him to see his love's room like so. His eyes then went for Carlo and narrowed in.
"What are you doing to him? Let him go."
"I'm making an example for his buddy making noises over there. Right, Cadeon? We're just showing him how it's done."
Carlo pulled out his knife and held the blade to the boy's upper arm and glided it across, drawing crimson liquid.
"Stop it Carlo," Damarko demanded.
He did and slowly turned his head toward the long haired man bleeding in the corner by the door and then at Damarko. A wicked grin slowly forming on his face. The blood lust had already taken over. He wanted more. No. Needed more.
"I don't think I will. This one is mine."
Quickly, the blade sliced the throat of Cadeon and out came the precious life of someone's younger brother. Gagging and gurgling sounds came from the boy drowning. the body slumped over when Carlo let go of his hair and put the knife away. Furious, Damarko rushed over and grabbed Carlo by the shirt and slammed him up against the nearest wall, holding him a few inches off the ground.
"You are digging your own grave, being reckless like this little brother," he said spitting out the last words. "Killing was not the motive. Now we have a decomposing body in my fiance's god damned room. Clean. It. Up."
Damarko tossed Carlo to the ground and pulled at the ends of his threads to straighten the wrinkles. He then wandered out of the room without another word leaving Carlo and Vlad alone, with a corpse. --------------
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 8:22 pm
No! No dont! no! why! stop it! Vlad tried to bark out but forming words was pointless. Only a animalistic roar came out of him in protest to teh men killing the poor mane who had been with him. "NO! WHY YOU BASTARDS! ILL MAKE YOU PAY FOR KILLING HIM!" Vlad managed to yell out, his voice cracking as he did so. Fear and panic set into his hazel gaze as he squirmed up to a kneeling position. He tried again to frantically get free from his bonds but it wasnt working. The blood pouring out of the body of Cadeon, brought back horrible memories of his past. These men where just like the Priest...
A snap was felt in Vlad's psyche and he grabbed his head with his bonded hands. Only to start screaming once again as tears streamed down his face. He wanted to run, but his feet were bound. He wanted to kill them but his hands were bound. He couldnt get free, he couldnt get out. He could save anyone let alone himself. If Bela was still alive Vlad was sure she wasnt the same. And it was all his fault! He should have been watching. Should have been weary, on alert. keeping an eye out after she had told him of the letter!? This was all his fault, now fear, hopelessness, rage and guilt all fought to take hold of him.. and all of them were winning in various stages.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 11:43 am
_______ Carlo glanced over at Vlad who was yelling obnoxiously at him for killing his kidnapped buddy. So not only had his older brother ticked him off, this guy was too. Carlo went to a closet on the other side of the room and came out with a black bed sheet. He laid it on the floor next to the dead body and transferred Cadeon on top. He wrapped the body up as tight as he could to where it was just a giant black joint. There were red blood stains on the carpet and a few spot on the bed sheets but it was nothing a little dry cleaning couldn't do. The guy started crying and screaming again. . Carlo sighed and picked up the body to hoist on his shoulder. He grunted struggling to keep the body up and managed to while walking to the door.
"Please. . shut up. You're annoying me. If you do not stop, you will be next. That is a threat my friend."
He smiled curtly at the male with long dark hair and opened the door only to close it behind him. Clicks were heard for the door locking again. .--------------
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 2:07 pm
"Go ahead! Do it your coward! Or can you only torture women and the weak?! You pathetic impotent ********!" Vlad said before the door was shut and locked. "******** style="color: darkred"> Vlad roared out in anger. Go ahead let them come back.. least it would keep them busy with him and away from the others... like Bela. Hmm..
Vlad started yelling again, but this time it was profanities up the a** and alot of Coward this and impotent that and the like. They didnt like him annoying them? Oh.. oh if thats what they didnt want then thats what he'd give them. "Come back here and face me like a man you pansy a** limp d**k ********>
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 7:46 pm
-Years after the incident-  Vlad knocked on the Vanni mansion door, it was 8 o clock the night Vlad had gotten a response to Aniela's letter. He had told Camelia he was just meeting a friend for a late dinner. Which was true. What he failed to inform Camelia, the mother of his son, was whom he was eating dinner with. Aniela Vanni. If she didn't titillate his thoughts enough, the Mansion itself and all that had happened almost three years ago, wracked him with uneasiness. Its why he would have Walter at his side.. If the ******** British a** wasn't locked up at the Sonata Mansion himself! Hans was too busy with Arwen, bringing a woman here was out of the question, as was his brother who was going through some crap some stupid psychotherapist told him not to do. Pip had a family with Alice, Bela he wasn't about to bring back here. And he didn't want to hurt Camelia or endanger her or their child, should anything happen like it did last time behind these doors. Yes they had caught one, but the other was still at large and Aniela was their target originally. How did she live in this house still?! Oh why the ******** did he come back here? All because of some dinner date with a hot flexible blue eyed woman he shouldn't even be going after?! Not that it was like he and Camelia where married or even dating properly. But he had said he'd be there for her and right now his heart, his head, his emotions and his loins were battling between one another.
God dammit.. just walk away Vlad.. tell her something came up. Before you get yourself in trouble. Walk away. There's too much for you to loose right now.
But she is a friend and its just a friendly dinner date, dont turn it into something its not Vlad.
But she's so beautiful! And im my own man im not married to Cam, it shouldnt mean anything if i do end up sleeping with blue eyes here.
But what message is that sending your son?
Why does it tear me up to think about hurting Cam?!
I cant hurt her if she doesnt think were together!
But you told her you would be there for her and the baby what do you think that means to a woman?! And you know she has feelings for you, you can just see it.
I hate this house why did it have to be this house?! What if Aniela is dead behind these doors? Or worse? What if ... he came back?!
Ill kill the ******** everything is fine calm down.
I cant calm down!!!
There were several different thoughts running through his head, all taking on their own personalities. And all the while Vlad continued to wait for Aniela to open the door. Another knock, he couldnt help himself. He didnt know if being outside or inside was worse..
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 9:31 pm
_____________After a couple knocks on the door, it opened to view a man with long dark hair waiting anxiously. The one whom answered was not Aniela but her butler instead. It was an old fashion man with short trimmed dark hair and a clean shaven face. He was high class and well with his manners as she stood off to the side with his hand outstretching to invite Vlad.
"Please come inside sir. Miss Vanni will be with you shortly. She asked that I bring you to the sitting room until she arrives," he spoke, rolling his 'r' in his thick Italian accent.
The bulter showed him the way in and walked him to an open room with lovely stone work on the walls just like those outside and nice red and brown furniture to compliment the stone fireplace that was currently ablaze. He bowed slightly as he left him to the room and disappeared somewhere in the vast home. It wasn't long before Aniela had made her way down to the sitting room where Vlad had been waiting for her. She had been wearing a long, light blue evening gown with a pearl choker that had a magnificent piece in the center with diamonds and a beautiful silver bracelet which also happened to have diamonds. Her hair was put up in a fancy bun with a few curls dangling from it, as if a designer had done them for her, which they had before, she just picked it up after a while. This was how she dressed when she had guest come to her home or when she went out with her parents. It was how the rich life was for her and it grew on her as a habit. Not that she was complaining too much, it made her feel beautiful.
"Thank you for coming. . I know it took a lot of courage to do so. I really respect that."
She stood at the entrance to the room with a gentle smile on her face and holding her hands together in front of her. A perfect porcelain doll, as if the house didn't have murder written on their walls. She wasn't alone anymore though, so it was easier to ignore.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 3:38 pm
Vlad had just been staring at the fireplace once he had been brought inside by the butler. Well at least she had some help.. hopefully they doubled as body guards or had some special skills like Pip and Walter did. Either way though without either of those two, and even with, Vlad felt uneasy in the house. The past wanted to creep up on him and fast. Haunting images if a certain smell, or sight hit him causing him to wince slightly. Even when Aniela entered the room and he heard her voice, Vlad twitched before turning face the woman. Vlad's hazel gaze was met with a beautiful sight. Aniela looked like some delicate rich.. elegant goddess. He felt out of place, even with the suit he wore. It was one thing for him to where a suit to somewhere, since he was always in one. But for a woman like Aniela to get dressed up like that? In that elegant of clothing? What exactly was this dinner about? And didnt he feel like some dark street urchin intruding on this woman's life? As beautiful as she was, as much as he wanted to hound after that, Aniela looked almost.. breakable. Not to mention the continuous thought in his head that reminded him of Camelia and his son Constantine. Like the fact that he should get a dress like that for Cam, but in green, beautiful diamonds and pearls to go with it and her hair up in a bun just like Aniela's And then he could take her out to a nice dinner, and then a beautiful stroll along the lake and then he could get down on one knee and propose to Cam and- Holy s**t where did that thought come from?! Vlad paled alittle at where his own thoughts had wandered. Clearing his throat Vlad regained his composure and nodded to Aniela. "Yes, its.. still odd.. being within these walls again." Vlad said as he approached Aniela. "But.. i couldnt let a friend down. You do look beautiful in that, Aniela, like royalty. " Vlad said honestly with a smile. What else was he suppose to say? Id tap it Ani! No... no that would only land you in a s**t ton of trouble! "I know i said i was going to bring a friend but he got tied up at work.. so its just you and me. " Vlad said gently, wow where was that confidence now Mr. Wolf? Oh right taken away by the history of the house he was in and how Aniela looked. This wasnt going to be awkward at all...
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 10:22 am
_____________She closed her eyes and looked away, his answer having a strong affect on her. The guilt was rising again and making her want to run and sit alone in her room again. No! Man up, Aniela. Don't be a coward. She looked up again to see him approaching her and saying that he wouldn't let a friend down. Such a statement made her heart flutter and she felt better. When he complimented her, she glowed in happiness and smiled at him. She knew it was true but for some reason, hearing it from him was more exciting than hearing it from the Queen of England.
"Thank you, Vlad. You look dashing yourself."
Was it right to call a man dashing? Well point was, she is very much attracted to him for some odd reason, and it had to be that night when they were alone in her mansion. . with many rooms they could play in. Ah! Gross! No! She looked away to the fireplace to distract her from her thoughts and so that Vlad appearance wouldn't further provoke her. It was a friendly dinner, nothing more. While she was preoccupying her mind, she listened to him explain that it would be just him and herself tonight. She nodded her head and began backing away out of the room. Aniela lifted her gaze to him and held her hand to direct him further into her home.
"Let's continue this in my father's study. I think you would like it a lot in there."
She lead Vladimir down the halls of her home quietly but would stop to explain some portraits done by artists of her father and business partners, even some with her mother in them. Aniela stopped suddenly and opened a door with large golden handles that took both of her hands to open with. Inside were desks with lamps and comfortable sitting chairs for guest where her father would smoke cigars and entertain with a humorous conversation. Bookshelves were against the wall and there was a rotating stairwell the lead to the second level of the study. Aniela entered further into the room toward the large windows that over looked a small hedge garden.
"Coming here makes me feel like an adult, because my father would always ask that I never come in here without him, or if his guests were in our home. Said I was too young to understand. Hmph. . Well now he isn't here and I'm an adult, so he can't say anything."
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 2:37 pm
Vlad followed after Aniela, admiring the portraits and the artists talent. Not to mention the money Aniela and her family had, this place was huge. Her family and her home were so beautiful, Vlad felt like a peasant. An unfit street urchin who was just getting a glimpse of the rich life. Vlad continued to follow Aniela, only to be in awe at the sight she showed him. Wow.. how many books were here?! This library was beautiful. Hell if he had money like this he would kick the kids out too and read all day. Damn her for having a privileged life with parents who loved her and had money. Again that feeling came to him, even as he walked along the book lined walls of the room. Vlad joined Aniela at the window overlooking the small garden. He gazed at that for a bit before he looked to Aniela, again she looked like a porcelain doll he shouldn't touch. Whenever he was with Aniela she always seemed to bring out a different side of him. A side only people like Dante and Camelia saw. Vlad looked back out to the Garden and then turned to face the large library room. "Its beautiful, and im highly jealous. I have to be honest." Vlad said with a light frown. " If i had parents-.. If i had parents period things would have turned out differently.." Vlad said with a frown before he shook his head. "If i had parents like yours Aniela.. with this kind of money? I would have snuck in here on my own just to read every book from cover to cover." Vlad said with a light smirk. "No matter how much trouble i got into." Vlad said softly. But he didnt.. he didnt have parents that wanted him let alone ones that had some nice library room to keep him out of... God that was depressing, it had Vlad's heart sinking. How much different would things be if he had parents who hadnt given him up for adoption? who hadnt just abandoned him leaving him to a life on the street, struggling to survive? He knew one thing.. if he had parents who cared for him.. he wouldnt have been raped as a child... Vlad was silent for a moment before he focused on something else, or rather another thought popped into his head. "If i had a place like this... with a library like this?" Vlad said gently as he looked to Aniela. "I would read books all day to my children. I wouldnt keep them out... Anyways.. thanks for showing me this Aniela. Its very nice." Vlad said gently with a soft smile. He still felt like a street urchin looking through a window at a rich persons shop. Things he couldnt have, yes he had money now.. but this much money? He would never be this rich.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 7:31 pm
 Lily was quickly approaching the last few houses of the night, and she could not have moved quick enough. She could have slowed down, yes, but she felt so dreadfully late she couldn't stand it. And so she hurried onto the next house of the night -- Aniela's. She wasn't sure she would be able to go in, as she hadn't been able to in quite some time. She had been so flustered at the thought of going in, however, that both her gift and her letter had also ended up quite clumsy. Appearing in Aniela's room, she set down a plate with pears on it, all of which were rolling back and forth due to the force of it and got completely out of place. She tossed her letter on top of it, and then got out of that house as fast as she possibly could.
Aniela, you've been trying really hard. I know you've had a rough time since you moved here, and I can see that you've been doing your best. But what do you have to show for it? You don't have many friends, and most people don't know who you are! ...Oh, that sounded mean. Oh, I'm sorry! You're really a very nice girl! But you should go out and do more and meet more people! Have you ever met Mei? She's nice, she could use a friend. Or Dante? I believe you know his brother, Vlad. I think the two of you would get along much better. You could talk about your problems! Or even Amanda, she's a nice girl, she's refreshingly upbeat. So go out there and do more! I hope to have better things to say next year.
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