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 Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 9:38 am
Satisfied from my blood cravings? For now. My want and need for you? Never. He gave a light, playful growl, then lifted his head to smile back at her, fangs still exposed. As they lay there in quiet, his hand upon her chest, Stephan silently answered her unspoken question. He would never regret meeting Phoenix, nor falling in love in this undead life, he just wished that this life hadn't molded her so. He saw who she used to be and part of that was still there inside her; buried deep, beneath the hard protective mask she wore. Phoenix was only this open with him and for that he was grateful, but still he wanted nothing more than to kiss all the awful memories of her transformation out of her mind. He held her gaze for a mere second and in that second, his eyes had a gleam of sadness in them. The way she reacted to his actions amazed him, but he hadn't the patience with himself to feel anything but anger and her warm lips and tongue against his. At the whimper that escaped her, Stephan let a growl rumble deep in the back of his throat. He sucked on her lip, letting his fangs pierce it a little too hard; the blood ran down her chin but Stephan quickly lapped it up, his tongue making it's way back up to her mouth, to be thrust in again.
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 2:21 pm
GypsyFairy18 In the realm of sleep, Jezebel saw out of Jon's eyes. Her body was resting, yet her mind had left it. She saw out his eyes as he kissed her gently on the forehead. She felt the anxiety that he felt when he thought of harm coming to Jezebel. When he hit the ground, she felt it. She didn't bother herself with the plan in his mind, she could not. Without warning her mind left his and went to another. This mind was so familiar to Jezebel that she wanted to cry; in the state she was in, she had no eyes from which to weep. Monica Striver sat in a chair, in the house that Jezebel had left behind, not long ago. She moaned helplessly, tears refusing to come to her bloodshot eyes. A small lock of golden hair was grasped tightly in her fist. In the other hand was a gun, glinting in the overhead light; it pressed firmly to her temple. Footsteps came from upstairs, she had to hurry. With one more short breathless gasp, Monica pulled the trigger with a bang and slumped over in the chair. Her little angel was gone, and now so was she. Jezebel did not see her own lock of hair fall to the floor, nor did she see her father come running down the stairs, to find his wife, dead on the kitchen floor. All Jezebel saw was darkness, and the pain and voices never went away. How much time had past? She did not know, though it seemed like eternity. She screamed and screamed, but no sound came from her lips. Then she was crying out his name, calling helplessly to the only one who could save her. Jonotho... She could feel herself slipping away with her mother. How could this happen? Jonotho exited the building, his mind happy as long as he had completed his mission. Removing the gloves that he had worn to protect him from the blood, Jon threw them in the bin and texted his contact with his bosses. Mission completed. Will not be available to complete any more missions for 3-4 weeks. Unforseen circumstances. Putting the phone away, Jon thought it was time he was heading back to check on Jezebel. As he ran back across the town, Jon received a text from his contact, Understood.. Putting his phone away as he approached the hotel, Jon heard a voice in his mind, like a weak cry but enough to worry him about what he was hearing. Walking through the door, Jon heard the voice get louder and louder as he got closer to his room. Exiting the elevator, Jon was seriously worried about why Jezebel was crying out his name with her mind. Letting himself into thier room, Jon sat on the bed next to her and shook her until she roused from her slumber."Jezebel, are you okay?" Jon asked, worried that she wouldn't be okay...
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 3:53 pm
A devilish smile turned the sides of her lips. I could say the same… Seeing his fangs, his playful growl, made Phoenix seem to long more and more for Stephan. She had a need for him, an ache. But this was not fully lust but love was deeply involved. She could feel no regret in him, no regret in her, his feelings. His eyes caught her and for a mere second she could see the sadness. Her hand moved up to cup his cheek as she laid a tender kiss upon his lips. Stephan brought such foreign actions to her. Of course she knew exactly what was going on, how she felt. But in these moments, everything was just so easy, so thoughtless. It was almost like second nature. His growl replied to her whimper, the sound deep and calling her attention as her body purred and shook underneath his. A light moan sounded as he took her bottom lip captive and pricked it. Her hand that cupped his cheek moved down to his back as nails dug into his back. She opened her mouth for him so his tongue could explore her mouth again. Her other hand was in his hair, her finger tangling her slender finger with the sleek locks.
[[Should we start taking this to PMs?]]
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 7:49 am
((hey baby))
Whats appening with this RP is it dead or...... shall we move it and get soem out of guild people in to help us make more of a story?
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 8:49 pm
time-flies--love-me-now ((hey baby)) Whats appening with this RP is it dead or...... shall we move it and get soem out of guild people in to help us make more of a story? NO!!! It's not dead! I'm alive I swear!! (bearly lol) but still here!!! So, I'm kinda horribly grounded right now... I will reply when ever I am able, though it won't be nearly as often as I used to. Love you guys!! ~Kitty~
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 9:12 pm
Hearing his voice, Jezebel tried desperately not to let it fade. In reality, she was limp in his arms; her body was awake yet her soul was not there. She fought against the waves of senselessness and focused on Jonotho's voice. I do not think I am strong enough to fight this... Was her weak reply.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 7:10 pm
Jon sat on the bed, cradling Jezebel in his arms, his cold dead heart burning with the anguish he felt. "Jezebel!" Jon cried aloud, his voice breaking, "Jezebel, you can't leave me so soon!" Holding her tiny frame close to his chest, Jon willed all of his strength ver to her, hoping that she could draw from him, that she could find the strength in his body that she needed to carry on. Jon staggered onto the balcony, the sun already showing signs of breaking into a new day, the beautiful pinks, oranges and crimson lights playing off the clouds in a way that Jon had never seen before. Nor did he notice them now, his heart heavy with the grief he was feeling. Looking down at her tiny frame, Jon hoped more for her to be okay than he had ever hoped for anything before.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 1:34 pm
Jezebel was close.. so close but not close enough. Her soul had found him; she held onto the emotions he felt, letting them wash over her. The anguish; the crushing grief. She saw once again through his eyes. She saw her limp body held gently in Jon's arms. She tried desperately to reach out to it, to make herself whole again but she failed. How could this happen.. The words poured softly into Jonotho's mind. How could I lose myself like this.. how do I get back...?
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 2:25 pm
Stephan felt dominant as her body shook beneath his. He wanted her bad and couldn't fight the urge. He had Phoenix on her back in an instant, her nails clawing at his flesh as she clung to him.
((Idk maybe we should tone it down??)
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 2:54 pm
Crying out with all of his soul, Jon sobbed onto Jezebels body the anguish he felt hopefully strong enough to give her soul something to latch onto in the void. The sunlight began to hurt his eyes so he carried her back into the room. Laying her on the bed, he closed the curtains then retured to lay next to her, cradling her tiny body in his arms, the silent tears crawling down his face. 'Fight for it... fight for me...'
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 3:36 pm
As his energy connected with Jezebel's body she began to feel her skin again. It tingled as his tears fell on her face. She was still apart of him and yet her soul was once again apart of her own body. She could not move. She could not speak. But she could feel and think and be once more. I'm back... and yet somehow not.. Oh how this puzzled her. It was very similar to a human coma.
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 1:28 am
Do any of you check this anymore? I liked it.. but I guess it's been done for a while, huh?
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