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Kirus waited in the shadows, the moonlight filtered softly through the building making his skin seem almost translucent, the recently required blood already fading from the hue of his lips. He blinked slowly, his queen was near by, he could feel it, and the sensation thrummed through his body and possessed his every nerve- he grinned.

*dark glided softly down the street, her eyes patrolling the shadows. She was wary, who wouldn’t be in the dead of night when the monsters come to play… a sly smirk coming to her face, for she was one of these ‘monsters’, well one of the night anyway*

Kirus felt it, she was near, and she was lonely. He moaned, his blood singing within him- every nerve and sense bent on one woman's existence, how long had he been watching over her? It felt like forever.

*dark stopped mid step, her heart hammering within her chest…she felt a presence but she didn’t know who’s, her eyes darted around trying to find the body that she sensed..*

He walked in shallow steps, his coat brushing the ground. As he came closer he scented sorrow on the air, it washed over him and settled in his veins. It had been worse almost every day he had watched her

*dark turned suddenly, a gasp escaped her lips as she was confronted by a being, she took a step back and surveyed the scene.
‘Kirus is that you’*

Kirus laughed a little, his voice resonating across the dark open space, he kept himself to the shadow. He did not move a muscle as he watched hers bunch up, coil in readiness, he frowned audaciously ‘I see you’ve been tasted’

*dark eyed Kirus warily, her arms coming to protectively fold before her.
‘No one has tasted me’ she whispered to his face. ‘And what if they had there’s no reason that you should be bothered, if someone had, I am yours no longer’*

In a flash Kirus was in front of his childe, his grip pressing against her throat, fingernail tracing her jugular- he tilted his head to one side, a cruel expression between betrayal, jealousy and pure rage marred his marble face. He spoke through gritted teeth, his tone warning
"Don’t lie to me girl- this blood, it has been tainted, and taken

*as Kirus pounced on her, she prepared to defend herself, but he came upon her to suddenly and before she new it, he had her pressed up against a wall and tracing her neck with his long feline fingers*
‘And what if it has'
*her face contorts into a snarl as she spat the words out*

"then my dear, you have purposely broken our bond- all this time I hunted for you, for all I knew you were dead because I couldn’t feel you- you have done me a great disservice" with this he tightened his grip a little and licked a wide and harsh stroke up her neck before releasing her, forcing her body back against the wall harshly and stalking back off into the night, anger radiating from his every pore.

*kirus's words could not deter her from the anger that she felt. As his hands wrung her neck harder a slight whimper escaped her throught. As he licked her, a burning sensation worked its way down her neck, and a small tear, glisteningly moved down her cheek*
Yours.....is that all I am, a slave to you.............god you wouldn’t even care if I was dead'
*as Kirus walked away, she slumped down onto the ground, caressing her neck*

Kirus shook with anger and a sense of deep loss- Dark had always been his favorite childe- the only one he had ever truly loved, it broke him to understand her hatred towards him. He had tried to give her everything he could- yes she had belonged to him, it was vampire lore, it was situated in his blood to obey as such. Since Prague he had searched for word of her, he could no longer sense her essence on this plane and when he first realized that, it had sickened him. Now he had realized, it was voluntary on her part- he could not look at her for fear she would see the vulnerability in his commanding eyes.

*as dark caressed her neck, she watched Kirus move off, dark felt a feeling of dread, a life without her true sire would be new experience, but was she ready, she was still young for what she was....a vampires, and though he was commanding, bossy even cruel at times, it was all she ever had, all she ever new*
*dark rose up, a slight dizziness passed over her, and as she reached for support she tried to voice her protest off him leaving, but nothing came out. And all off a sudden she was dropped into a cold darkness*

Kirus barley heard the rustle and thump behind him, so lost was he in his thoughts- his head snapped round however when he realized what the noise had been, he had heard it many times, caused it for most of them- the soft muscle relaxation and thud of flesh against concrete.
In a moment Kirus was at his child’s...no of Dark's side, childe no longer. Her body was limp, she had passed out somehow, though he could not conceive of the cause. All of his anger had ebbed to be replaced by pure concern. His hand came almost to her cheek, but he pulled himself back. He was no longer permitted to handle her so. "Dark" he issued firmly, trying to rouse her "Dark- you must wake now"

*the darkness was so overcoming all she wanted to do was sleep to just relax and let all her worry's wash away, but through the stillness something stirred within her, something called out.....and though she was at peace within this place something urged her to wake*
*darks eyes fluttered open, she blinked due to the harsh light that she was unaccustomed to. her eyes focus onto the form in front of her, as her eyes readjusted, she saw it was Kirus, her whole body flinched and arched away from his grasp*
'Please don’t hurt me' she whispered

As she uttered frightened words, breath caught in Kirus' throat, his eyes dilated, his mind flashing horror- had he been so cruel, had he done this to the one he loved and coveted above all. He had treated Dark as his own sire had treated him- it was an assumption he supposed that all vampires acted as such. "Dark..." he whispered, tears in his eyes.

*her eyes surveyed his own and as she uttered those words, she watched the reaction, and instantly regretted what she said as she watched his face contort in helplessness, tears within his eyes*
*dark instictly clutched onto Kirus, tears freely running down her own cheeks*
'Oh god ...........I am so sorry Kirus, I should never have left you, I never should have run off to the other clan, I never meant to'
*her hands grasping him to her*
'Please forgive me'

Kirus lay shocked, his arms limp, not holding her for a moment as she clung to him- then his arms circled her, cradling her head, stroking trelesses of soft hair.
"My dear, there is nothing to forgive, I am your sire no longer, any clan you join is your own"
The words ripped him apart to utter but they were the truth now.

*she looked up to him, tears still running swiftly down her cheeks her chest rising up and down swiftly, her heart hammering*
'But......'
*her eyes swiftly look down, then back to his face*
'I never wanted to join the clan, they said they would hurt you if I didn’t. I couldn’t let them.......you wouldn’t of had a chance, they where to many'
*she clung on to him, her eyes searching his, taking in every detail of his face, knowing that she must leave back to them*
'I never wanted to leave you...................never' *her lasts words where uttered in a whisper*

Kirus sighed against her, he had seen too many centuries in his life for this "you hated me, I felt it- you broke our bond, that is something only you can do and only you and I can feel, what would be the profit for my enemies. If you had come to me, I would have taken you away from them. Everywhere I go, my name is known and there are those who wish to kill me, but those who would give me the world also- this is all I ever wanted to give to you"

*her eyes once again sought his*
'Can you really say that you didn’t hate your sire...even for the slightest off a time'
*her hands enclosed into a fist, her eyes darting to and fro*
'I loved you, but I also hated you, for what you did, and what you kept on doing............but I acted on a sudden impulse,......one that I have regretted for ages'

Kirus pushed her back slightly, memories washing over him that he hadn’t relived for hundreds of years- his Sire, his green eyes, long white hair, porcelain skin, so much love, and his Sire's easily said words that broke him so, the last time they had ever met "I you dissapoint me, I regret wasting the precious blood to turn you "
Kirus stood in the street, his eyes flashing in the moonlight as he yelled his heartache at his one time childe "I loved my sire! I loved him..." his voice broke

*dark watched kirus, watched him and felt only sorrow. she scrammbled away from him, one single blood red tear dripped upon the floor where she had just knelt.
she got up, brushing herself down, while doing so she watched kirus intenlty. despair washed over her as she turned away and started to walk away from her sire, not a word was uttered, she couldnt take being disheartened again......not again*

Kirus fell to his knees, the past taking over him, his sobbing pittyful. He glanced up to see his only other love reteating once again. "Dont!" he cried out, the echo resounding off the nearby buildings making the sentiment all the more ominant "don’t leave me again Dark- I cant order it, I have no authority for you now, but I'm asking, begging, please don’t go"

*as her name was uttered across the street, she paused midstep, her heart felt like it was about to break, she felt so worn out...like she could sleep for a hundred years, her mind told her to walk on, to forget this incedent..to return to the clan, but her heart, her heart told her, to return to the one she loved*
*as she turned her dress whirled, her presence blocked the moon, spreading Kirus into darkness, her face wet from crying*
' I never wanted to leave in the first place.......'
*she ran towards Kirus and sunk into his embrace, she turned to him, and arched her neck, offering her eternal servitude*
'please ...........I cant live without you'

Kirus' eyes widened for a moment as the moonlight was blocked for him- in that moment he thought it was over, that the lack of light was a sign of finality. She could dust him now, he wouldn’t care. But oh, that embrace, her familiar scent surrounding him, filling him with warmth he could not conceive of. His blood sung, his fangs itched, and as she muttered words of supplication, giving him access to her neck and pressing into him he sobbed the more. "Dark..." he could not speak, could not tell her how black these years had been, how everyday his heart had broken.”be my equal" he murmured before descending into her veins, devouring her, crimson wine washing over his palate in ecstasy He guided her mouth to his own jugular, hoping she would understand.

*kirus's teeth sunk into her neck, his grasp tightened as her blood flowed into his mouth, her body shuddered as her life force was drained, her head spun. And as he guided her mouth to his neck, she felt the throb of his pulse, urging her to taste, she hesitated for only a second before she herself sunk her teeth into his vein, and with that done spurts of blood gushed into her mouth, caressing her tongue, she moaned with a new found pleasure, her body quaked with ecstasy*
*dark closed her eyes and with it came a techno cooler of sights. Her whole body ached for his, her heart sung for him. Slowly without pause, she withdrew her fangs and released Kirus, her head spinning she lay down upon the floor*

Kirus pulled his fangs from her with a gasp as white heat and pain bolted through the two points in his neck, everything in his world, for that moment was focused on the pin pricks- all his sensations were in overdrive- his nerve endings screaming in pleasure/pain and blood. His held fell back, rolling with the sensory tension. Never before had he let himself be claimed. Only ever by his sire. It hit him now how different this was- how he felt closer to Dark than he had ever done to his Sire- realized now that his sire was never his own, but he and Dark- they were kindred- they belonged to one another now. Memories of the past years shot between them- the blood bond sharing empathy and understanding- his back arched him into her, holding her to him as long as he could stand. As she fell away from him, it was as if the world were in slow motion- everything stopped around them for him to see the streaks from her form as white skin and dark hair fell in tressles and smoke from his grasp. She lay, like an innocent upon the concrete- seeming so otherworldly from all of this it made him stare in awe. He brought an elegant hand to his throat pressing slightly upon the marks- knowing she would feel it too.
"Oh...Dark...my Angel" he whispered reverently.

*dark curled up into a protective ball, heat resonating from her body, her eyes glowed an eerie cooler. She gasped out in exscusite joy, the bond that connected her and Kirus was unfathomable, unthinkable....but all too real.
her mind spun with all the intricate details of past memories, of her before she was turned, to when Kirus turned up, the first time she saw him, his silhouette against the door frame.*
*she clutched her hand to her throat, where his fangs had once entered, the pain bringing with it pleasure. her hand stroked the newly made marks, overlapping the old ones, this she would treasure, this she would die for*
*dark turned to look at Kirus hovering before her, his stance, his presence...all this she hungered for. His pitch black hair, his stark bright green eyes radiating power..... She reached out towards him*

As Kirus watched his love stretched a hand before her, unaware of how ethereal she appeared- her hair like the night and pale skin making him remember those renaissance paintings his sire had adored so- had schooled him to study, to paint, each stroke of that brush a flowing emotion. Oh he could paint dark- but the power? The glory? The ultimate darkness within an 'innocent' shell- that was unpaintable, it moved and changed around her like mist following her every movement, her aura the color of wine and blood and ecstasy. His long fingers entwined with her own, glass like fingernails embedding into her feminine hand. Curling to hers, he pulled her to him and buried his face in her hair once more, ingesting the scent of memory. He spoke with a voice of old, of the years that they had passed together. Not as to a childe but as to a love, a companion.
"My dear- never leave me, this, what we have now- it is eternal"

*she became enveloped in his embrace, her hair flowing behind her, her fingers grasping him to her, tears once again flowed down her cheek, leaving a trail of blood, her mind was possessed with thoughts wanted and unwanted, she felt belonged loved, but she was also encumbered by the thought of the clan...*
'I would never leave you......not unwarranted'
*darks eyes sought his, and with it rushed a feeling of compassion, love.
Her gaze shifted to the distant landscape behind...it was nearly dawn, and they would have to move soon*
*dark tried to voice her concerns, but she felt ashamed to admit that she was scared, her eyes flashed with anger, she started to speak but found that no words came out *

Kirus felt her uncertainty, thrived by it, quelling his own fears in order to calm hers.
He pulled back a little, his forehead resting on hers, his lips tracing blood and salt tracks that marred her beauty. "There is no need to fear, no reason to cry my dear" then after a moment, he pulled her gently to her feet, her slight form still wrapped in his embrace. He whispered close to her ear. "Come, my love, we must avoid the dawn"



*dark glided to her feet, her legs shook with the effort after such an ordeal, she turned to Kirus, her black hair sweeping behind her. Her gaze fell on his, revealing the desperation in her eyes.
She new of his power felt it upon her....but she was still skeptical that he could help her, not against them.
she made a feeble gesture to try and explain, but was shifted into his embrace


Kirus wrapped a slim arm around his love's waist, holding her up, he could see the
weariness in her eyes, but now was not the time to dispel it- if indeed he could do so. He led her quickly through the ever lightening streets. Their footsteps barley sounded across the wet roads- their presence needing to fade into the background as the slipped into a downtown concrete building. The windows were boarded- graffiti covered the walls in scrawls on the outside. As they entered, the room was in pitch darkness, with a simple clap of his hands, Kirus had allowed soft electric lights to flood the place- the red velvets and silks a contrast to the outer poverty of the place. He led Dark to a nearby chaise lounge, and laid her down on it, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead, and brushing an errant lock of hair away.
"rest my dear, The dawn approaches, and I know you feel her calling"

*she fell upon the couch, sinking into its embrace, the pain receding into a dull ache, her eyes fluttered shut, she tried to fight the calling....but in the end everything descending upon her and she went into unconscieness.
screams echoed throughout her dreams, she tried to run, to escape but her legs where like lead sinking her lower, her movements became fretful, erratic, she thrashed her arms around her, she called out for help, anguish in her voice. Pain soured through her lifeless body sending her into fits of agony, leaving her in bitter despair*

Kirus had been fixing his third shot of hard vodka and blood when he felt it, the air thickened, he had been trying to forget, or work something out- but this invaded his conscious stream and filled his lungs with thick fog- his throat ached with a raw pain from where he had been bitten and he grasped his neck before snapping quickly round to see Dark writhing in her sleep- distress and anguish and acrid fear radiated from her in a nauseating haze of scent. He fought his way to her side, trying to shut out the images that flashed before him though the bond.
"Dark!" he almost screamed, this was no time for tentative touches to rouse her from slumber. "Dark I command you to wake" It hurt him; his humanity screamed against him, he had sworn never to use that tone on her again, a tone given to disobedient children and stupid frightened humans. He had told her, promised that they were equals now but in that moment of gripping nightmare he could think of no other way to pull her from the dream's tenacious grip. He knew she wouldn’t see it that way, but as the words left his mouth it was just too late.

*within the dream, everything seemed to alter in a visual cascade, she found herself within a city being bombarded, death flowed in the air, houses burned, blazes lit the sky, but there was a eerie silence over it all. She glided towards the centre, blood flowing down the streets weighing down her dress, the pungent smell making her want to vomit. Her gaze shifted between each object, she new not where she was going, though her feet guided her there*
*once they had reached the destination, her feet suddenly stopped throwing her forwards, she slumped upon the floor, her eyes darted to a source of light radiating from within a doorway, calling her to it. Suddenly a voice called to her breaking her from the spell, she turned towards the source...a dark shadow emerged from a desolate house....the voice ordered her, demanded her to return. His arm reached out urging her to come. Her eyes darted to and fro between the two, she lifted her self up and walked tentivly towards the silhouette of the person*

He had gone this far, he would go further, no way back now- he knew he was reaching her- her body had stilled to an almost quiet shake. He extended his hand, his posture now fully upright, his palm laid flat before him, as if trying to move the very air. His voice reached a level of resonation that he usually reserved for the weak minded, to manipulate and hypnotize and command.
"Dark. You will listen. I know you hear me, and though our bond as Sire and Childe was severed, my authority is still within your very veins. Wake- this scope you are in is not reality- it will hold you fast unless you break from it"

He was done for, all semblance of equality shattered in the face of a nightmare which strangled them both.

*her fingers grasped his, and she was pulled forward, light eradicating any resemblance off the dream*
*her eye lids shot open revealing stark black eyes, sweat doused her cold rigid body. She turned to her sire, her arms lying limply to her side; she cocked her head as she watched him. Her neck pulsed; she reached up to it and widely caressed it, her sleek fingers stroking the marks. Impatiently she stood up and slowly drew back from Kirus.*
'How dare you command me' her voice shook with distraught.

He gasped as she pressed against her mark, a blot of pain and want and desire shooting to his own and through his body to settle heavily in his spine as her cold voice echoed in his head.
He begun to back off, never before had he felt in danger from his Dark, but now, the steely look in her eyes, the lack of any love in the air around him caused him caution, a slight shiver taking place in his bones. He held his hands in supplication.
"Dark- please, I didn’t...It was all I knew how to do, it was killing you- I only wanted to help"

*she stalked towards him swelling to a formidable size, her features serene and noble, she moved swiftly and purposely towards him, her eyes danced with light as she looked upon her prey. She approached Kirus, and drew her weapon, a gilded scimitar embossed with rubies. She traversed the distance between them, she brought the weapon swiftly up, readying for the decent, but to no avail.
Her eloquent body froze in place, the sword prized from her hand,*

Kirus moved in seconds, his demon taking over his body to assert presence his Sire qualities smashing through him in a title wave of red hot rage. His voice thundered as he twisted that elegant wrist, part of him wanted to squeeze until he heard the sweet cracking of bones. He wouldn’t, but some how all of this seemed insolent. "You will not try and hurt me again, if you do it will be the last time you ever try to hurt anyone. No matter what bonds we have broken and formed my blood commands yours, and to save you, I will do what I must. I do not want to loose you again"
His voice showed no trace of compassion or affection. It was like steel and ice.

*dark peered up to the monstrosity that was Kirus, her face contorted in anger, and despair. She clutched at her arm that he held with an iron grip. Whole her exterior was calm and serene, her insides where in turmoil…he had given her his promise not to command her, and she had believed him…but now it was entirely a different story.*
*she grasped his head to hers, leaning in she uttered menacing words.
At that instant the large oak doors that they had entered through burst open in an explosion of debris, showering the floor….within the doorway stood a well built man, sweat glistening off his body, his long electric blue hair following his every movement. Within his one hand he grasped a long samurai sword, the light radiating off it.
He walked through the heedless destruction, his ember eyes penetrating through the two that stood before him.*
‘Nice to see you again……dark’ he said with a sarcastic drawl.

In an instant Kirus had flung Dark behind him, his only thought 'mine, mine. Mine.' running over and over though his mind.
The creature stood before him, his power and presence omissible. He was a leader. He was an enemy. He had tasted from his family. The demon roared within Kirus, every color flashing before him was of white hot and red rage centered on that unnatural blue. He flung himself at the vampire, his fangs instantly finding long neck and strong throat before digging in to take long pulls at nauseating dead blood. There was nothing sensual about the bite, taking great chunks of ripped flesh with them in an animalistic act of possession.

*in the split second that passed, dark watched as her beloved boldly flung himself upon the intruder, ripping into his throught, blood drenching his clothes. Her body
Danced with anticipation, she was scared off course. Who wouldn’t be if they knew what this man had done...still duos, for this man was the renowned leader of the thousand harps the most formidable clan. she ran forward to intercept the fight...just as she reached the entrance; the intruder released a bellow, and with it came a thunderous sound of footsteps upon flag stones.


Kirus hung onto that neck for as long as he could, his fangs aching with tension, his body receiving reigning blows from the one below his, his hand wrapped in blue strands. Heavy footfalls echoed off the walls, and suddenly there were harsh hands grasping him everywhere, too many, too strong to fight against as the henchmen pulled him from the leader and he growled at the fight that Dark was about to engage herself in, he didn’t want that man touching her in anyway.


*dark watched as the horde of men came running in and pounced on Kirus, all their bodies becoming entangled in each other, she let out a cry of desperation as she watched him fall underneath their combined force.
Avros lurched towards her his fingers grasping his neck, where blood cascaded onto his already drenched shirt. he progressed towards dark, bellowing obscene curses, flinging furniture into walls where they smashed into a thousand pieces.
the whole of dark's body bunched up, ready to spring into action, she ran forwards hoping to intercept him when he was the least unaware. eyeing him skeptically she charged towards him, hurtling at an unknown speed, her demon possessing her every molecule. she flew at him with tremendous speed her feet never once touching the floor and in the split second that it took to get to him she was upon him., her nails clawing at his eyes her face contorting into a snarl.
Avros clutched at darkAeval’s hands and flung her towards the wall, her body arched as she righted herself in a feline movement, she landed in among the debris, she rose to her feet with a sly smile.
Avros's own smile turned grim with determination as he stalked towards her, dark watched with increasing agitation as he extended his neck deliberately to taunt her, his once gory neck was once again smooth with no imperfection, she new off his increased healing speed, but this was astonishing.*

Kirus could see little and barely hear- his every bone and muscle felt pounded, he could smell the blood and destruction, his own pain meaning little, and Dark's battle cries only lessening his unease a little, slowly the world around him was hazing and fading in a swaray of luminescent colors and smoky black.

*Avros moved towards her, his hand reaching behind his back, his fingers wrapping around his weapon, a morning star. he arched his arm backward swinging the weapon around to build momentum, his muscles seeming to burst out of the seams, he poised himself as he brought the spikes down to her head.
Dark missed the ball by inches as she rolled to her left.
Again he swung this time coming into contact with a marble pillar, which dark had taken refuge behind. Huge shards broke off flying into the air only to land with a large thud....darks body was flung into the nearest wall like a rag doll. everything going completely black

-time skip-
It was a good time later when Kirus woke- everything was still black, and he ached all over. It disturbed him that no matter no hard he tried he couldn’t move or see. His senses screamed as did his muscles- everything chocked him. He couldn’t breath, and though he knew he didn’t mean to it scared him. He couldn’t scent anything, felt no trace of Dark, dear gods had they killed her??
After heart wrenching moments he realized that he was blindfolded. Bound. Chained. The walls could be anywhere around him, he didn’t know where, but none the less, they were closing in on him. He was a caged animal, ready for the slaughter.

darkAeval woke up to find herself in the embrace of a huge blood red velvet duvet, her eyes blinked open reacting badly to the sharp light that cascades down from the roof, her head pounded with pain.
her mind re-laid over the past few hours...her eyes shot open, the fight , she sprung herself off the massive four poster bed, and instantly fell to the floor as the pain quickly came over her, she clutched her head in her hands rocking gently to and thro.
after the pain had subsided slightly, for the first time she surveyed the room; the room was expensively furnished, ornaments and paintings draping the wall, a fire was blazing in the one corner, and in the other corner situated a door.
dark walked over to the door gently steeping so not to make a sound, her hand reached out and curled around the handle slowly turning it to the right, only to find out that it was locked*

It may have been hours. Kirus couldn’t tell. The pain in his skull seemed endless and he could feel the constant sticky coolness of congealing blood against his forehead. He felt sick. He couldn’t move to throw up. He wanted to hang on to what little blood was in his gut. It maybe the only chance to heal that he had. His head pounded like slate against metal- it was constant and droning and...wasn’t in his head, he realized after a moment. Whatever he was in, a crate or cage- was being prized open. Light flashed behind his closed eyes as the case fell open, the clash of heavy metal against concrete ricocheting off broken skull. Strong hands fastened unnecessarily tightly around his biceps, leaving broad finger shaped bruises blacker than night on his pale skin- his shirt he recognized now had been ripped from him, he felt the burn where slik had scraped flesh in harsh red wounds.
He was dragged, his feet hanging and burning grazes from the floor, his arms almost wrenched from their sockets. Some time later (had he passed out again) he felt himself thrown to his knees, they hit cold hard floor with a sickening crunch, cartilage twisting under him. His blindfold was not removed. Though the shackles keeping his hands bound to his feet were loosed enough so he could collapse. No voice issued any command or warning before another blow of steel was send to his head.

*dark slumbered dreamlessly, it wasn’t until she heard heavy footsteps marching outside the window did she wake. She swung towards the window her feet gracefully touching the floor as she grappled from the bed and her sleep. the wind coming from the window caressed her bare skin sending waves of excusive sensations throughout. She stalked towards the window, catching sight of herself within a mirror she paused to study her reflection, her body was poised in a elegant fashion, her sleek black hair ruffled from the days sleep, her flawless silky white skin seemingly to draw in all the colors from around her, her prominent breasts glistening in the moonlight; only the blackened bruises from the fight marred her perfect image.
She was consumed by the sight, her head arching from one side to the other…it wasn’t until she heard a muffled cough did she turn away, her eyes came to wrest on the man that inflicted the bruises, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes glided over her body, drenching in the sight. His eyes once again locked on to hers,
‘I’ve got a present for you’ his eyes once again lingering on her body, he flung a bundle of material at her feet ‘put theses clothes on….I wouldn’t want my men getting distracted’
he glanced back at her as he swung himself out of the doorway and into the corridor, his boots ringing behind him.
She lent down to retrieve the clothes, as she clutched on to the top the string which had been keeping it together frayed and broke, a red satin dress flowing to the floor.*
-Time skip-
*dark glided soundlessly behind Avros, her eyes wandering over his bare back, while her mind was remembering the touch off the scars that adorned that back, how her hand had mapped those scars.
He marched her through several rooms each lavished with expensive items; he stopped abruptly at an iron clad door, which she new led to the courtyard. He swirled towards her penetrating her with his eyes.
He spoke smoothly in a deep, hypnotic voice ‘darkAeval, you have abandoned your clan, and for what…a worthless vampire, who now stands the other side of this door.’
His fingers grasped for hers clutching them with all his strength, anger rising in his voice
‘you have a choice that you must decide….when I open these doors you will see a damaged man, one of little worth, pride or strength, and one that cannot certainly cater for your needs……but if you decide to stay with me and renter the clan, I will show pity and allow him to survive, but if you choose him…both he and you will die’
And with that said he placed his hands upon the iron doors and heaved them open*

Kirus had no sensation of time, didn’t know how long he had been unconscious, didn’t know where he was, or even what hurt- though he suspected it was everything. The floor was unnervingly cold- it seemed rough, though he knew it was smooth, every point where his body touched the concrete felt like burning needles and scratchy wire steel into his flesh. Every joint in his body felt inflamed, the bones too small to fit his frame. He could feel the blood still drying on his head. It should have clotted by now, should have healed. His mind screamed, vertigo overcoming him, though he was lying down.
Suddenly, his sensed tensed, Dark was near, and she was near, save him. Help him. Love him. No- no one could, he was useless now. He was weak and bound, and oh god she can’t see me like this. His hands came to cover his face, or tried to, then tried to cry out as his shackles tightened against him, his voice was so horse, his throat interminably dry, fire, needles- oh Gods Dark! A small whimper left his mouth, a larger one when steal creaked and slammed and reverberated making his head ring the more. Dark was here, and he smelt her, and knew he was with her. Oh God. Tried, tried so hard to cower into the corner, to disappear, to get away. She could still see him.

*the doors opened with a resistant whine, snow swirled around her, settling on her head, a sharp contrast to her deep dark hair, her red velvet gown flowing majestically behind her.
DarkAeval stepped out into the cold harsh night, her feet leaving no dents into the unmarked snow that embraced the flagstones of the courtyard. She followed cautiously behind Avros, her eyes surveying the haunting castle, the walls casting eternal darkness upon its surroundings.
Her gaze fell abruptly on a huddled person, cowering before several guards; her heart plummeted as she realized that she was looking upon Kirus, her one and only true love.
She doubled over, clutching her stomach in pain, tears fluttering down her pallid cheeks, Kirus was weighted down by chains that seemed to envelop his whole body, the parts that she could see off him where bruised and battered, dried blood clumped in his hair, claw marks marred his once beautiful face. She clutched at the hem off her dress, as she strode forwards, only to find that her way was barred by Avros who towered over her.
‘You have a choice to make’ his voiced resounding from the walls*

Kirus felt her, smelt her, so close- her scent mingled in the cold with Avros' and made his head spin the more. Somehow it felt all of a sudden as if there were far too many people around him, the air thick and squalid. He tried to cry out for Dark but the air was like tar in his lungs, choking him, staving off his vocal chords to horse coughs. How had they done this to him? He felt betrayed by his own race, poisoned by the world.

*dark’s eyes filtered from Avros to Kirus, worlds drumming their way into her consciousness, her legs shuddered underneath the weight of such a responsibility, of the knowledge that this race was unhinged in what seemed every possible way.
Avros’s hand came to wrest on her shoulder ‘what shall it be’.
Dark got no reassurance from his presence, more the opposite. Here was a man who had abused her both mentally and physically, and now he wanted to kill her sire, her love.
Here was a man who was cunning, sly and deadly, the leader of a renowned clan who suppressed those who dared oppose him.*

Kirus felt the tension in the air, knew, knew that Avros was touching her, that slight movement, the drag of velvet against flagstone that sounded like the movement of mountains, his voice cracking the earth on which they stood, separating Kirus from Dark. Sire from childe. Any man- I was a fool to try and break such a bond.
Kirus' body moved away from his mind, his limbs uncaring of the pain, it was nothing compared to the agony of that separation. There was a rattle and a groan as his muscles bulged a little against the restraints, then the sound of the ocean breaking as they bound and snapped. He stood with such speed and ease that it surprised even him, his arm snapping in one fluid movement to whip chain and spray blood across Avros' as the metal caught him across the chin.
Kirus stood. Chest heaving, the effort catching up with him, but keeping his stance, his rage red glare fixed sourly on his enemy. If looks could kill, Avros would already be in hell.

*darks eyes where surveying the floor, her heart filled with sorrow…..she heard the rattle of chains, the thunderous sound as the links broke into a thousand shards, her eyes darted to Kirus, a gasp escaping her throat, his speed defying physics.
DarkAeval heard the whistling off the chain as it swept in an arch aiming for its target, before she even saw it, the chain which held Kirus confined lashed out at Avros, hacking through his chin. Blood surged from the open wound, droplets spraying Dark as the chain continued. Dark looked to Kirus as she heard Avros’s bulk land upon the courtyard, her breath caught in her throat, her whole body shook with fear……his eyes where as red as the blood that was forming a pool at her feet, but there was no humanity within them, no compassion, only malevolence.
She walked towards him taking hesitant steps, the hem of her dress soaking up the blood as she went, her sleek, white hand grasped him.
‘Kirus…..please, let’s go’. She surveyed her surroundings, looking for any of Avros’s soldiers ‘please……before they come’*

Kirus stood, his frame shaking with effort as he gleefully heard the slice of metal against flesh- his world slowing to sepia tones and blood reds, as that thick dark liquid arched gracefully to moistly slap against his cheek. He felt his feet become damp; his body become cold as that moisture touched him, seemed to saturate him and his senses with its hatred. His eyes lazily scanned across pooling gore and foam to the place it originated from, Kirus' head tipping to one side in study of the giant felled- he couldn’t comprehend, why was the god like being lying so still as if dead- his ashes didn’t scatter the floor- could they? Could such a being be killed, the man who had brought Kirus to this bloodied, broken, naked mess. A hand touched him. His reverie broken. His mind snapped, unable to think on more than one thing at a moment. His knees gave in a sickening twist of cartilage, and he hit a damp floor on hands and knees, shamed tears escaping his eyes.

*darkAeval watched in horror as Kirus sunk onto his knees as his legs collapsed as it broke beneath him, he lay in a pool of congealed blood. She drew in breath fast as she realized that tears streamed down his face in sweeping cascades, only to mix with the blood. Her hand came to wrest upon his translucent, cold shoulder, her gaze darting to the form of Avros, who lay listlessly among the pool of blood, his eyes staring at a void within the sky, his wound portraying a ghastly sight, the chain that left him powerless, lying in the shadow of his body.
Piercing bells wrung out, calling the men to arms, darks black, hypnotic eyes moved fretfully to and fro, warm air released from her mouth in a heavy sigh. She dropped to her knees oblivious to the blood below her, as she leveled her weight beneath Kirus she prepared herself, her breath coming out in fast, shallow eruptions, she drew herself up to her full height, Kirus wresting lifelessly upon her shoulder. With a last glance to Avros she moved off underneath the heavy burden.*

*Aeval wandered through the halls, her dress gliding silently behind her, hauling with it debris from the battle. Her pitch black eyes gliding aimlessly as they walked.
Warmth and comfort smothering her, as she absorbed her surroundings, a quite sigh issuing from her lustrous mouth.
She stopped mid-step, huge dormant doors stretching from ceiling to floor, gilded with prehistoric designs, pictures etched into the surface depicting a story. Her hand rested wearily upon the surface, a flicker of past memories befalling her, of a newly sired vampire new to the world and all its surrounding, standing exactly in this spot centuries ago admiring the god like illustrations that adorned the doors.
The feel beneath her fingers woke her to the disaster that they had so closely averted, her body pushing wearily on the door as its gradually opened, the sound echoing forth, substantially filling the silence that loomed constantly in this house*

*She watched, leisurely taking in the scene, soaking up the details, her mind unaware of the danger that had passed and was still present. Her hand idly sweeping her dress to perfection, ignorant of the tears that streamed down barbed from sharp thorns hidden deep within the forest, or the well of blood that cascaded across, from Avros and Kirus. She returned from the depths within her mind to see Kirus transcend from her side to the basin, wounds etched deep into his translucent skin, his once perfect demur features wincing as he bathed each mark.
Her feet guided her to him, her thighs aching, her skin raw, clasping white linen Aeval replaced the dirty bloodied water with that of clean and warm releasing the cloth, then rinsing the excess water, she began the process, tenderly cleansing.
A soft lustrous sigh exhaled, her lips parted placing chaste kisses upon cold marred skin, resting her body against his, her arms wrapped along his waist embracing, her cheek placed between the natural curve of his shoulder blades;
“let us not be parted in such away again”.

Slipping gently under the cover, her dress residing on the floor, her eyes once more swept across Kirus, pursing her lips in concentration as she thought of their time traversing the land together, the adventures the ordeals, and the safe knowledge that she would always love him. Rolling over smothered by luxurious material her eyelids
gently closing, she slumbered deeply.*

Stirring from the depths, she awoke cleansed. Hair falling in cascades over the velveteen pillows that adorned the chamber, eyes unyielding in the harsh light that swamped the room. Sitting upright among the riches, she sought the cause for the disturbances of her slumber, the placid and enthralling sounds that drifted upon the breeze, head slowly swivelling from side to side; the predator seeking out its prey.
Descending from her bed Aeval hastily dressed, a light fabric covering her frame adjusting itself constantly within the motion of the wind.

Feet lightly traversing across the cold wooden floor, pursuing the elusive notes that held her captivated, sweeping through room after room, the music ascending.
Slowly coming to a still, she gazed upon the entity that had possessed her entire being, and to behold Kirus, slave and master to the instrument. A slow smile creeping upon her lips, as she silently glided to rest behind her sire, arching so that not a mere inch separated him from her, her mouth resting close to his ear.
“if music be the food of love, play on”.

*Thoughts conjured visionary scenario's as she lay bereft of all spoken words, layers of fabric enclosed about her, swamping her frame in an eternal embrace. Silent tears travelling down ivory skin, marring the serene features that lay dormant as music filtered around the room, a soft sigh issuing forth from her lips as memories played vividly before her eyes.
Days where hunger was a constant thought, screaming to be pacified, when loneliness was a constant companion clawing at your heart. Memories of journeys, upheavals that brought them together, entwined them in the same fate to accomplish such deeds. Love lost and gained, friendship won, but overall death ever present, clutching at your breast, but never able to finish its will.
Aeval lay recalling the day she was transformed, the dance between life and death that occurred on that ever fateful night, moonlight illuminating the bare streets she had walked upon when seeking refuge from the chill that had settles down upon the earth that night. Impenetrable walls arching at either side, sheer in size and magnitude, a formidable presence to one so young and nieve. Soft footfalls echoing tenfold, as she struggled further along; catching sight of the coliseum she had rested, wearily setting herself upon a bench, collecting herself before her onward journey. A shadow falling before her, its owner a hansom gentleman, somewhat disturbing in his dominance, a face sculptured by the gods. His eyes had appraised her, soaking in every detail in a mere second; Aeval had started as she recognised him, the man that wished to purchase her wares from the docks, scrambling to her feet she had made a rush for freedom, alas this was not to be, that night she had learnt he wanted something far more from her.

A gentle, knowing smile settles upon her lips as she lay there, shivering in anticipation for the story to be told.*

*Dark luminous eyelashes folded upon silken cheeks, as she awakened to the silence that loomed about the room; breathe issuing forth, an old habit of hers, though to breathe was no longer necessary, it had become a habit, deemed by most vampires as immoral, best left to those still living, however she still loved the caress of wind upon skin.
A smile gently tugged at the corners of her mouth as she recalled the dream, perhaps vision that had occurred, entwining both Aeval and Kirus together in a visual landscape of fantasy. Memories sought a place within her mind, capturing her attention, as she filtered through previous life’s, adventures that had led them on the edge of death and sanity, But they had prevailed, just as they had done now.
The longtivity of vampires were both to be envied and feared, it was both a fortune and curse, the eternal struggle to fit in with a world that was no longer yours, ever adapting to the fast pace of humans. With such short lives they where capable of the most revered wonders, art that inspired those with little hope, structured built from the earth’s very core, transformed to the finest of details; to behold such work brought a tear upon her eye.
Kirus had sought such items out along there journey, knowing what love she held for them, fortunate also that he shared such love. Beauty was depicted in every being, in every minuscule piece, from the rich adorned in all there glory, to the whore serving those to gain enough pay to live in such squalor. From the sculptures of the gods constructed by the the most revered artist, to the filthiest of hovels that housed so many persons.

Steeling herself for the harsh reality, Aeval rose, draped in the finest of fabrics, Kirus hovering before her, his own smile playing upon his lips as he reached out, long ivory fingers clasping around her own hand, rising from the floor. Standing erect, to his full height, leaning efficiently forward, soft lips brushing upon her own in a chaste kiss. A thousand kisses would not surfice for the love she held for him, nor any word, she only knew that it had curled about her heart, ivory seeping into ever crevise, planting itself into the very core of her being, knowing only that if the ivory where to be ripped out, there would be no life for her in this world*

*There bodies moved as one, encased together in a sacred dance, light footfalls the only sound that issued forth, features lost in thought, minds captivated in this one moment, gestures exaggerated in every sweep, every turn.
Scenes of old and new retelling their story’s around them, a million locations filtering past, humanity mere ants constructing there lives, a magnitude of events all occurring, and yet none of these thoughts occurred to her, for she was his, and his alone.
Looking upon him she felt only love, worshiping the ground he walked upon, a sinner of a great scale, a god in his own right. A man of renown, his name uttered in both admiration and fear, the sort of name that would come to mind in those dark night’s when all is quiet and chilling, when log fires burn to keep away the evil spirits.
Though her own history was not so different, sculptured beneath his scrutinizing gaze, she had bloomed, her own antics an art itself, a depiction of hell on earth painted onto canvas. The skill of stalking ones prey, is worth a million standing ovations; we are not the vampires who merely pick of the litter of humanity, no, we are the elite chosen by the devil himself as advisors on earth, who taste the sweet wine of nobility and royalty.
The dance finished, leaving them entranced in one another, a single step, the last move finished with such passion, an ending so final, the cover of a book closed only to be opened another time, in another place, where love would bring them together once more.
No spoken words would ever be able to describe what she felt for him, but to have it interpreted into dance, into movements where only two beings existed, well that shouted in volume what she felt.
Turning swiftly she departed from the room, resting at the doorway, her hand placed upon the marble arch, she turned, piercing black eyes settling upon Kirus, clear ivory skin a contradiction to the dark that loomed all around her, soft rose tinted lips formed into a slight pout, a singular eyebrow raising into a questioning arch, as she stood, the epitome of angelic, a star shining bright, unblemished by the dark that surrounded her.
Her other hand raised, palm facing upwards, one feline finger extended drawing it back indicating for him to follow, as she exited through the doors.*