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Post by Hiss on Nov 12, 2005 20:22:23 GMT -5
Rodolphe Harman: Big-headed, prissy nymphomaniac who happens to be a vampire that cannot be bothered with vampire politics. I'd give a picture, but that would involve me working. Just imagine a tall, slender, red-headed woman with no chest and that's Rodolphe. Well, except for the woman part. You'd have to change the lower quarters a bit.
Calypso Addario: She's a werewolf and that's all Kathy gave me.
Setting: On the steps leading up to the big, fat vampire manor outside the town. Think Underworld.
Disclaimer: I have never seen Underworld, so excuse me if I screw anything up.
A beautiful night must not go unwasted correct? Hunt the town they say! Be what you, yourself, most despises and that was the every day (or should we say night) of a vampire. Hunt, hunt, hunt, and look prettily whilst doing so. There was nothing else to live by. Except for those lycans and that was all there was. Unfortunately for Rodolphe, hunting down the half-breeds did not sum up to his level of entertainment. No part of vampire politics were paid much attention from the 'young one' (as some might take him for, though around fifty years is hardly young to him). It was a bunch of ranting and raving about this lycan or what to do about this vampire or what to do about increasing suspicions from the mortals. It was nothing to Rodolphe.
"Hum a song, hum a song." He sang softly, under his breath. He descended the stone steps at the back of this mansion slowly. The gardens were beautiful, weren't they? Possibly the only living things on the estate were the flowers and shrubs and trees filled with a fragrance and allurance no vampire can muster. Rodolphe could live among his little garden of roses, tulips, forget-me-nots, and more. The sun and the little vampire government prevented many things however.
He stopped at the bottom step and glanced to his side. There was a cobweb and Rodolphe made a motion to wipe it away with his right hand. He stopped for a second, stared at a spider crawling into its home. Should he...he did and Rodolphe snatched up his spidery friend and let it fall onto his palm. There it scuttled, trying to escape his hand and Rodolphe would just turn it over, keeping the spider in place. It took a while before Rodolphe could recognise the breed. As if he'd spend most of his time looking up on spiders. "Black widow...you're very popular."
A slight prick came onto his index finger and Rodolphe noticed a small speck of blood emerge. Was the spider poisonous? Did it matter to Rodolphe? He couldn't die from this and with the bite, came utmost boredome. Rodolphe flinged the spider off into a bush and sat on his step.
"Hum a song, hum a song and hope a lady will hum along..." He murmured, twiddling his thumbs, then examining his nails.
What a lovely night. Too bad it would eventually get dull. All lovely nights did.
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Post by Kathryn on Nov 12, 2005 20:31:10 GMT -5
Calypso had better things to do then lurk around a rose bush at a mansion when nothing was going on. The vampires hadn't made an attack in weeks, and it was starting to bother the rest of her kind. Were they planning something big? So off she was to spy. Only, there didn't seem to be anything worth seeing. Her legs were starting to cramp from how she was sitting.
Miss Addario let her light brown eyes with golden flecks, heavily lined in kohl search the perrimeter of where she was. Hm. Still nothing. Blood red nails came up to tap at her full lips. She was striking to look at. Adrogynis in figure, but not in face. She had a cearly femmine face, but a thin, lithe body, but not enough curves.
Ah-ha! Finally some action! Someone was coming outside...to look at the flowers? Well how boring was that?! She wasn't a very newly made Lycan, infact she was a Lycan by birth, but she had no desire to spy or otherwise with vampires, and cared very little for anything to do with them.
The attacks left her shaken at most. She was fast and had never been caught, nor any of her family. She could tear a vampire to shreds faster then he could probably bite her, so she feared them little. Especially watching this one playing with a spider, and then sitting on the steps, with absolutely no intent other then appearantly looking at the garden. Why would she fear something like that? No. She really didn't.
But...But perhaps she should have?
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Post by Hiss on Nov 12, 2005 20:42:10 GMT -5
A rustle.
Rodolphe looked up instantly as if he was trying to imitate a deer caught in the headlights. Only this deer was not to be run over so easily. The vampire stood up sharply, his right hand resting on top the stairs' stone railing.
Vampire politics came to mind and how much truer can that be? Did Rodolphe ever see a lycan? No he had never seen such a kind, but he heard stories and supposedly he was to be prepared like any good vampire that if he saw a lycan, he should kill it instantly. It was a waste of blood for one thing and it was a waste of life. Rodolphe never dwelled deep into the rivalry. There was murder as all feuds seem to start from and how the vampire and werewolf feud most likely started too. Rodolphe was not a historian by trade however.
It could not have been a lycan that night, surely not. Wasn't the manor suppose to be safely secured and why would a lycan blindly walk into a vampire home of all things? Unless the lycan had a deathwish, a true shame at that.
Rodolphe's right hand formed a fist and was engulfed by his left hand. He cracked his knuckles absentmindedly. "Come out, come out where ever you are..." He whispered into the dark, eyes squinted and trying to find the soucre of this rustling.
It could have been a bird or a squirrel or even a stray leaf. Then Rodolphe would just be standing stupidly and calling for nothing in particular would he? A waste of time, that's what it was. Shame, he would have liked to see a lycan face to face (though the lycan could very well just be there to murder him, so no chance could truly be made)
"Very well my friend, continue hiding." Rodolphe called out, a little louder. He flicked a stray piece of lint off his black blazer and sat back on his step afterwards. "Tease."
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Post by Kathryn on Nov 12, 2005 20:50:53 GMT -5
Calypso sat stone still, breath coming out harshly and controlled when the Vampire's head snapped up and then he stood up, searching the garden. She crouched lower, entirely preparing herself to shift forms in a split second if she needed to. And how she hated to need to. But no, all he did was crack his knuckles in a threatening manner and then call out to her, even if he hadn't seen her. She knew he couldn't have seen her. And vampires didn't have the keen sense of smell as she did for anything other then blood. She wasn't bleeding, so he couldn't have smelt her.
What on earth was he playing at? Her mum was right, all vampires were loony. Eyebrow's arched high up and disappeared beneath the gelled chin length hair. He was flicking lint off of his shoulder and calling her a tease. A tease?! How on earth could she be a tease? She didn't do anything other then spy on him. And if he wouldn't have been a blood sucking fiend she totally wouldn't have thank you very much.
He was sitting down again. Curiousity was getting the better of Calypso. She'd never seen a live vampire before. Plenty of dead ones though. Still hunched low to the ground, she moved forward, very careful not to make any rustling sounds, thankful it was night. Her eyes seemed to work better in the dark then they did in the light. Something about the animilistic blood in her. She was colour blind as well, whether that had anything to do with her Lycan blood, she wasn't sure. But her father was as well.
So she couldn't tell his hair colour. It wasn't too dark, but not too light either. Could have been brown, red, or maybe a dirty blonde. Whatever any of those looked like. She had been told her hair was black, with near white highlights, she herself couldn't argue the fact. She crawled a little closer...
And snapped a stick. God damnit all.
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Post by Hiss on Nov 12, 2005 21:04:13 GMT -5
A twig snapped. Certainly a squirrel could not have had enough power to snap a mere twig? Rodolphe's curiousity was rising and the intrigue that came with it - deafening. Yes, he could die if it happened to be a lycan that was about ready to kill him in a flash, but Rodolphe did not care about death anymore. He could die and he would not shed a tear. Rodolphe had no family to live for, no expectations. Just a long, immortal road of politics, politics, and luscious blood.
There was a slight rustling and once more, out of the corner of his eye, a shadow came clear. So it did have a human form, at least he believed it to be human. Rodolphe would never expect a dog as they never strayed near the manor. With a playful smile, Rodolphe stood up and stretched his arms. He pointed in the direction of this shadow.
"Ah-ha!" and by the second 'ha', Rodolphe was already running towards this shadow and creeping lower to the ground, before finally stopping just a few feet away, crouching down, and - dare he - tackle this shadowy figure. No, not dangerous in the slightest! After all, it could have been a dog or a fellow vampire, though why any vampire, even the leader, would be hiding in the bushes was beyond Rodolphe.
It wasn't another vampire or dog however. It appeared to be a human, specifically a female human.
"Oh, good evening." Rodolphe grinned, inches from this woman's face. He wouldn't be sure if it was a normal woman or a lycan. He never saw a lycan after all, so how is he to know how one looked like? Whatever the case was, Rodolphe was hungry and he wanted his fun on this lovely, not-so-dull evening. "I'm Harman and you feel to be a woman."
He'd be getting a slap across the face for that, no doubt.
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Post by Kathryn on Nov 12, 2005 21:12:03 GMT -5
Her eyes went wide as he came to rush her. She backed up slightly, but he was fast. Of course he was fast, that's how they were, and it didn't help the fact that she was startled out fo her wits. And then she was being thrown back onto the grass. She was suddenly looking up to a femmine face. The body however was definately male in shape and weight. And how could he be smiling at her like that? He was truly mad.
The dark look Calypso gave answered his question no doubt. The only mark besides her hair that Calypso knew would define her as a Lycan was the mark on her shoulder right by her neck. It was a scar that she'd gotten from her first transformation as a teenager. She'd gone a little mad, and had to be stopped, unfortunately she had to be bitten in order to keep her still.
It happened to most werewolves and luckily most bites were easily hide able, that and hair dye were probably the only things that kept them safe. She knew her clothes were hiding it so she didn't worry. She inhaled deeply through her nose, and nearly coughed, his scent overpowering her keen senses. However, the deep inhale had pushed her chest right up against his. A slight jolt went through her and she attributed it to fear.
...Only...it didn't really feel like fear. Hm.
She gasped at his comment and her response was to dig long nails into his shoulder. "Addario. And you feel to be an asshole." Her smile was full of acid.
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Post by Hiss on Nov 12, 2005 21:22:09 GMT -5
This particular 'victim' had an attitude and Rodolphe always found those hard to get women very amusing. They would snarl and make sarcastic or bitchy comments and this would just make the poor fool laugh up a storm. This woman, Addario, was no exception. Rodolphe just chuckled full-heartedly in response, before adding. "You know your people Miss Addario."
What an interesting position Rodolphe had put himself in, yet this woman had not full on attacked for his antics. He'd think a woman with such a greeting would be more persistent in getting him off. Oh well, continue his fun, why won't he? Rodolphe dared to take the step.
He inched his face closer, towards the side of her head. His dark green eyes glanced down at the spot where her neck should meet her shoulder. "Well, yes..." Rodolphe started, breaking the blissful silence and distracting himself from an alluring sight. "Now that we have names across, I must ask you..." He tilted his head slightly to meet her eyes. "What brings you on my doorstep?"
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Post by Kathryn on Nov 12, 2005 21:32:09 GMT -5
She snorted. Was that meant to be a compliment? Whatever it truly ment Calypso took it in stride. "Well, it's always easy to tell when one makes remarks like that, no?" He wasn't crushing her into the ground and he didn't seem to be interested in harming her, so she had no real need for him to be off of her...Or to tear his throat out. Maybe she could coax some information from him? It would be difficult. Deffinately difficult.
She blinked up at him, as he inched closer to the side of her head, he was looking at her neck, she could feel his eyes on her and she wanted to shiver. Would he bite her? It might be more intoxicating then a human's blood. She was nearly immortal, she couldn't be killed as easily as a human. And he was one as well. Well, if it came to that she'd kill him. Simple as that. Even if she'd never killed another person before. But then again, could he even be considered one?
No. Probably not.
She rolled her eyes. "I was taking a walk?" On all fours in the bushes? Hm. Nice try Calypso, but no cigar. "I just moved here. I wanted to check the place out. It's...very pretty. The mansion." And certainly not you.
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Post by Hiss on Nov 13, 2005 19:00:53 GMT -5
"Isn't it? But it's not your property." Rodolphe grinned, his fangs exposed and sharp. He took great pride in his teeth. That was certainly one thing he liked about vampirism. His teeth were an attractive trait for him. Sometimes they would get hideously large if he were particularly starving, but normally they were well-fitted into his small mouth and complimented it quite well.
Ah yes the woman. He had to get his mind out of dreamland more often.
"Oh and a reminder..." Rodolphe started up again, face a bit closer to the girl. "Use the front door."
He then sat up suddenly, sitting comfourtably on this woman he had on this lovely garden grass. "During the night too, you're an odd one." Rodolphe said curiously, glancing down at this woman's face.
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Post by Kathryn on Nov 15, 2005 15:43:26 GMT -5
She shrugged lightly as best as she could pinned beneath him and onto the dirt. "I wasn't sure anyone lived here exactly...It's so old." When he opened his mouth white and showed his teeth, she felt a slight flash of fear, but curiousity one out over that, and she reached out lightly and prodded one of the long canines gently with her finger.
"Hmm..." a tilt of the head that was automatic, she had not yet registered that it exposed her pale neck even more. "You have abnormally large teeth. Ever considered seeing a dentist?" Her eyebrows arched slightly and her look was of pure innocence and curiousity. She would draw information she decided, by playing the role of a dumb human, soon he would know that she was anything but.
When she got closer she tensed up. His smell was over riding her senses, and merlin he smelt good. She inhaled deeply, pressing her chest up firmly against his, and then exhaled as he sat up, stradling her comfortably as he did this everday.
A pause.
He probably did.
She shrugged. "So sir, are you."
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Post by Hiss on Nov 20, 2005 13:01:53 GMT -5
Rodolphe chuckled at her proclamation to see a dentist. He had not seen a dentist in years and often they were not favoured back in the...forties was it? He was bitten so long ago, he did not even know anymore what decade he originated from. He knew it was of big bands and war and reversed gender roles. Nothing more came to add all these together. It was too many years to count back and sure, Rodolphe had the time, but he did not want to use that time to do the math. He knew he was in his mid-twenties and he knew that each year he never grew up. Years just went by past and keeping track of time was impossible for him.
"The dentist can go to Hell for all I care." Rodolphe exclaimed, placing a delicated hand limply above his heart. The arm came down and Rodolphe started to do some thinking.
A victim right under me and the night is still young. To play or not to play? That is the question! Rather interesting thing. Can't make her a vampire, I'm sure of that. Oh well, she was a nice woman. I'll let her play around a little more. And he ended these thoughts with a smile.
"Ah, but this is my home. Not so odd when I'm in my garden and at home." Rodolphed made a gesture to poke her nose with a long finger, but stopped just inches above. "But this is a wonderful place, isn't it?"
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Post by Kathryn on Nov 20, 2005 13:29:31 GMT -5
She watched him as he chuckled, it was a cute sound, coming from him. One she wouldn't have expected to come from a vampire. He could find things humourous, so did that mean that he could feel as well? It wasn't likely. Everything she'd been told and seen had painted them cruel and not holding onto a shred of humanity. So this must have been an act then. An act to get her to think he was normal. He wasn't...was he?
"Now that's not very nice." She chided in a sing song voice. And she tilted her head when he began to speak again. "One should enjoy the garden when one can see it." She said simply. "So therefore, you are odd." and he had his fingers inches above her nose, she couldn't resist, she lent her chin up and bit on it gently.
"Mm. Wonderful."
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Post by Hiss on Jan 6, 2006 19:49:36 GMT -5
"Ah, but my lady, I can see very well in the dark..." Rodolphe trailed off. He listened intently. Were the other vampires busy at work? Off to their own little havens in this manor? Was he truly alone? He thought of those rivalries between lycans and vampires. He thought of the consequences of taking a woman's life in these very gardens. He thought then of how a woman came to the gardens in the first place. She was the first in Rodolphe's memory. Maybe she was special. Maybe this was fate. Or maybe Rodolphe just needed a midnight snack.
She bit him playfully and Rodolphe smiled, a charming smile - almost teasing. She was his certainly, if ever he chose to strike. She would take it was a lovely kiss as most of his victims thought it. They were charmed. They were entranced and they took the bait. They were at peace as they welcomed this kiss to the neck. And Calypso, this odd woman who had come right to Rodolphe's pathway, seemed to have taken this liking to him. She seemed to have taken this bait. Rodolphe would have liked to feast now. He was starting to become thirsty just by his prolonged conversation with this woman.
And there was a downside to this thirst. This woman proved to be interesting and beautiful. This woman entranced Rodolphe as he, hopefully, entranced her. Could he take her blood? He did not have to kill her. There is always that little drink to satisfy his needs. He could cure the puncture wounds easily. She would not notice a thing. He could even bite her tongue. She would not notice that either. Mingle his own blood and the wounds on her tongue would disappear as soon as they came.
Rodolpe leaned in closer to her face. His hand that was once inches above her nose, lay by the side of her head and felt her hair between his fingers. "That was not nice. Do you normally bite odd men." Inches closer until their noses almost touched. Rodolpe smiled a little once more before diving for a kiss.
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Post by Kathryn on Jan 6, 2006 21:25:27 GMT -5
She snorted and shook her head lightly. "I imagine, you could see it much better in the day, at any rate." She knew what he was, and that this was not the case, but, why let him know that? And she'd rather play the dimwitted human, then a near equal in strength. There was always a danger in the truth, and one she didn't care to play with right then.
She watched him carefully as he smiled at her in a teasing manner, she smiled back slowly, not really sure anymore if she'd taken it much too far with biting the vampire, goading him. She wasn't entirely too sure she liked the way he was watching her, either. But she also didn't want him to stop.
And then he was leaning in closer, and almost unconciously her heart rate sped up, and she was sure that he could hear it. A dead give away. She was playing right into his hands, and she wasn't entirely sure that she cared.
She let him play with her hair, her one hand coming up to stroke gently up and down his upper arm. Her eyelashed fluttered as their noses are almost touching, and she had to strain to pay attention to what he was saying. "No...But I don't suppose you normally tackle girls in gardens...either.." And then she tilted her head up a little, causing their lips to crash together, and a tingle to shoot up her spine.
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Post by Hiss on Jan 8, 2006 15:36:08 GMT -5
(Cheese. ^_^)
She said something, but in a second, his mouth was too busy to respond. Ah! So this marvelous creature took the bait and accepted this kiss. It could not stay innocent for long. That would not do - Rodolphe needed this drink. His body called for it. He spent too much time already with this woman and he was so close to the desirable taste of blood. An innocent kiss would not do at all, so Rodolphe moved to deepen this kiss. He could not get his desired drink if her lips were like a gate, blocking him from her mouth. So, he did deepened this kiss and it was certainly intriguing.
Too many times has he been spotted by a female wishing to take him away to their private rooms. To a few, Rodolphe said 'yes' and he gave them the satisfaction they desired. He gave them their kisses and soft touches until they would most likely cry out in joy and passion. Though Rodolphe would feel nothing himself. He would take his little drink. He would feel passion only by taking their blood and they passed away in happiness.
But he did not know those females well. He picked them up at clubs - always crowded and always filled with desperate men and women looking for a good time. Why, this woman, Addario as she called herself, spoke to him and came to him as if Rodolphe beckoned her from the streets of the city. She welcomed this kiss. She welcomed this form of passion and Rodolphe took pleasure in this for once.
His body screamed for this blood and he could not wait any longer. This fooling around went long enough. Stop the wandering of hands, stop the movement, and get to work. Rodolphe waited for this moment and took it, biting Addario's tongue for this blood he oh so wanted.
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