Post by Hershey on Dec 29, 2005 14:22:05 GMT -5
Okay, I know this isn't really a story. In fact I just wrote it a few minutes ago as an RP sample. But Ash and Heather say it's good and I owe this board something, so I'm just going to post it. If you have a problem with that... bugger off.
Many people had the wrong ideas about vampires. For centuries humans had the idea that vampires slept in coffins in a dark and gloomy crypt. Some vampires did, but not Drusilla. She usually slept on a nice bed, but would also sleep on the ground in the dirt so as to be closer with nature. Drusilla lived in a large manor with a garden in the front. She loved the stars. Sometimes Drusilla would claim they were singing to her. This night, she was lying on the ground, rubbing the dirt all over her as she remembered her birth night - the night she became a vampire. It was 1860 and they were dark times. Drusilla had just witnessed her family being tortured and murdered. She wasn't quite sure what she should do. The man who had killed them was currently on the floor making love to his own sire, a woman, naturally.
Drusilla began to laugh manically as they were too wrapped up in each other to pay her any notice at the moment. Hours later the man kneeled down by her and gave a smile to her. He whispered something to her, but she wasn't paying any attention to him. He moved her hair off her neck, turned her head to one side, and bit down into her neck. Her blood was sweet and warm and very luscious. Drusilla screamed in agony for a few minutes from the pain, but stopped soon after. Her heartbeat was slowing, it was growing very faint. Once it sounded so faint as if it were about to stop, the man stopped drinking. He opened up a vein in his wrist with his nail, and put her mouth to it. At first she refused to drink, but unable to withstand the sweet smell any longer, she began to drink.
The man and woman began to laugh as Drusilla continued to drink. Her eyes were closed while drinking, and then her heart stopped. The man pulled her away from his arm and let her lay on the floor. A few hours later, Drusilla opened her eyes again. She was dead. No. She was the undead. She looked to the two other vampires and they smiled at her. "Welcome to our family, Drusilla," the woman said in an intoxicating voice. Drusilla wasn't scared at all, she stood up and gave them both a large hug. "Daddy and grandmummy..." Drusilla never did really know their names. She always called them daddy and grandmummy. Years passed and bring us to this present day. Drusilla's blood lust was growing stronger by the moment. She stood up and put her clothes back on after a while of bathing in the dirt.
"Time to go find dinner..." she said in a low voice, though it was very sadistic, it was also entrancing at the same time. As Drusilla hunted through-out the village of Hogsmeade, she went into the Hog's Head. There she found a young man who looked very worried, but Drusilla didn't give a care in the world to what he was feeling. She seduced him, lured him to outside and behind a building. The man was stuttering, saying he'd never done this before. Drusilla placed a finger over his lips to shush him. "Mummy's going to make it all better," she said. Drusilla then tilted his head to the side and bit down into his neck, draining him of life. Once Drusilla was full, the man was still alive. "Oh dear, we can't have that, now, can we?" the man looked to her with pleading eyes, begging her for his life.
"Shh..." Drusilla placed both of her hands on either side of his face and then turned his neck quickly with great force, breaking it and killing him instantly. "Mummy's done listening to you," she said and left, going back to her manor. The vampire missed the days when she could roam freely and create massacres... but the Dark Lord was gone and she could no longer do this without threatening her life. She carried a sadistic smile on her face as she went down to the cellar, where there were a few people chained to walls or had something poking them uncomfortably and painfully. This was her torture chamber, and it was time for Drusilla to have some fun.
Many people had the wrong ideas about vampires. For centuries humans had the idea that vampires slept in coffins in a dark and gloomy crypt. Some vampires did, but not Drusilla. She usually slept on a nice bed, but would also sleep on the ground in the dirt so as to be closer with nature. Drusilla lived in a large manor with a garden in the front. She loved the stars. Sometimes Drusilla would claim they were singing to her. This night, she was lying on the ground, rubbing the dirt all over her as she remembered her birth night - the night she became a vampire. It was 1860 and they were dark times. Drusilla had just witnessed her family being tortured and murdered. She wasn't quite sure what she should do. The man who had killed them was currently on the floor making love to his own sire, a woman, naturally.
Drusilla began to laugh manically as they were too wrapped up in each other to pay her any notice at the moment. Hours later the man kneeled down by her and gave a smile to her. He whispered something to her, but she wasn't paying any attention to him. He moved her hair off her neck, turned her head to one side, and bit down into her neck. Her blood was sweet and warm and very luscious. Drusilla screamed in agony for a few minutes from the pain, but stopped soon after. Her heartbeat was slowing, it was growing very faint. Once it sounded so faint as if it were about to stop, the man stopped drinking. He opened up a vein in his wrist with his nail, and put her mouth to it. At first she refused to drink, but unable to withstand the sweet smell any longer, she began to drink.
The man and woman began to laugh as Drusilla continued to drink. Her eyes were closed while drinking, and then her heart stopped. The man pulled her away from his arm and let her lay on the floor. A few hours later, Drusilla opened her eyes again. She was dead. No. She was the undead. She looked to the two other vampires and they smiled at her. "Welcome to our family, Drusilla," the woman said in an intoxicating voice. Drusilla wasn't scared at all, she stood up and gave them both a large hug. "Daddy and grandmummy..." Drusilla never did really know their names. She always called them daddy and grandmummy. Years passed and bring us to this present day. Drusilla's blood lust was growing stronger by the moment. She stood up and put her clothes back on after a while of bathing in the dirt.
"Time to go find dinner..." she said in a low voice, though it was very sadistic, it was also entrancing at the same time. As Drusilla hunted through-out the village of Hogsmeade, she went into the Hog's Head. There she found a young man who looked very worried, but Drusilla didn't give a care in the world to what he was feeling. She seduced him, lured him to outside and behind a building. The man was stuttering, saying he'd never done this before. Drusilla placed a finger over his lips to shush him. "Mummy's going to make it all better," she said. Drusilla then tilted his head to the side and bit down into his neck, draining him of life. Once Drusilla was full, the man was still alive. "Oh dear, we can't have that, now, can we?" the man looked to her with pleading eyes, begging her for his life.
"Shh..." Drusilla placed both of her hands on either side of his face and then turned his neck quickly with great force, breaking it and killing him instantly. "Mummy's done listening to you," she said and left, going back to her manor. The vampire missed the days when she could roam freely and create massacres... but the Dark Lord was gone and she could no longer do this without threatening her life. She carried a sadistic smile on her face as she went down to the cellar, where there were a few people chained to walls or had something poking them uncomfortably and painfully. This was her torture chamber, and it was time for Drusilla to have some fun.
