Post by Kol Valerian on Jan 14, 2013 16:16:00 GMT -5
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[/style][style=padding: 20; font-size: 12px; background-color: #E1E4E6; text-align: justify;]“Kol, you are an idiot.”
Her voice had echoed in his mind as he left the stuffy old vampires’ hidden manor. Once it had and he recognized it for what it was, a slow smile curled the corners of his mouth upward while he boldly walked the streets of the city. Somehow, he knew that her whisper in his mind wasn’t him conjuring the sound of her voice. The sound had been tentative, barely there, and filled with too much outside emotion to be a creation of his own mind.
In an entertaining twist, it seemed that he was hearing her voice in his mind once more. Perhaps their blood exchange had reinstated the telepathic link that they’d had in the past while he was still under the influence of the sire bond.
At that thought, Kol stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and scowled. Had it been the sire bond that was recreated rather than just the telepathic link? The vampire did not appreciate that thought. It had taken him years to recover from the bond and move on from Anja. If he was unable to deny her again, he wouldn’t be able to escape the bond while she was conscious and he would be unable to do anything to her. He wouldn’t want to do anything to harm her.
The vampire hissed a curse under his breath before he started walking again, unrepentantly and angrily meeting the glares of the sleepers who scowled at him for having to step around him. Kol stalked back to the apartment he’d inherited from one of his victims and made himself comfortable in his plush armchair, propping his feet up on the table. He seethed as his body demanded more of Anja’s blood. He was already beginning to feel a pull toward the woman that he didn’t want to experience. He wanted his independence, not to be tied to her yet again. Why did he partake in her blood again?
After only having been seated for a few minutes, the irritated vampire stood from his seat and moved into the bathroom where he splashed cool water on his face just before putting his bitten wrist under the running water. By then, the wound had closed and was nearly completely healed thanks to his ability to regenerate quickly. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he figured that Anja would be nursing the wound on her neck for quite a bit longer than he had to worry about his. It was a small consolation, at least.
[/style][style=padding: 20; font-size: 12px; background-color: #E1E4E6; text-align: justify;]She continue to press the moist rag to her neck as she crept closer to her mirror. Hesitantly, she let her fingers slide on the glass surface. Ripples of light sprung from where she had touched like tiny sprinting fae. Anja took another step closer and pressed her ear to the cold surface, letting it sink into the quicksilver.
She could hear his life, mixed with the rush of running water. The desire made her hands clench the mirror's frame, and she shut her eyes tight. No! She didn't need him. She could not feel the taste of his red heat sliding down her throat. All her other networks throughout the city to all her other hosts seemed blocked off, except for this one lonely apartment she had never notice before.
She leaned her ear away from the mirror, and then looked at it scornfully. He was out there, and this new sensation that made her breath tighten numbed her consideration for the Coven. Her fingers tickled the mirror again, and she tilted her head to the side in thought.
Post by Kol Valerian on Jan 24, 2013 18:56:14 GMT -5
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[/style][style=padding: 20; font-size: 12px; background-color: #E1E4E6; text-align: justify;]“Kol, why did you do that?”
Every muscle in his body froze and he strained to listen for signs of life in his dark apartment. The voice had not simply been in his mind; it had come from somewhere within his sanctuary—if it could be called that. Just the sound of it made his blood sing louder for hers. Well, perhaps “sing” was the wrong word… The pull his body felt toward Anja was anything but elegant such as singing. The same was true for the fleeting thoughts that flashed through his mind; or were they memories?
“You can chalk it up to nostalgia if you’d like, love.” There was something about the tone of her voice that made his head cock to the side ever so slightly. “Why do you ask?” he added, his English accent thick and his voice a teasing and sensual purr. “Don’t tell me I’ve gotten under that ice cold skin of yours.”
His eyes slowly roamed to the door as he sought the intruding vampire and he twisted the faucet off, determined to limit his own noises to better locate her. When silence reigned in his current residence, he heard nothing beyond the bathroom door. Kol’s eyes narrowed for only a moment… Then his attention turned to the mirror in front of him and he stared intently as though he could see her visage in its smooth surface.
[/style][style=padding: 20; font-size: 12px; background-color: #E1E4E6; text-align: justify;]Her fingers continued to trail over the mirror, his voice echoing through and causing the surface to shiver. Her long, finely manicured nail slid thoughtfully over the glass, weighing his words and his tone carefully. The teasing hardly bothered her. He was always such a little a boy at heart. She remained silent, letting her palm press on the cool surface.
Suddenly, her finger lifted, and her narrowed like a crocodile whose snout was taped shut. She gave a singular, solid tap on the glass, causing the mirror Kol had come to stare into to crack.
She was a selfish and merciless creature, her heart a little box with sticking and rusty hinges. He could sit in silence, for all that mattered. Black curls failed to hide the curl of her smile. The more she paused the more delicious the memory of his blood tasted. It had been different from before. More of a bite. More of a sour spark.
Still, she stayed by the mirror, dipping her towel back into the silver bowl, and pressing it again to shivering neck, she continued to listen and watch through her broken eye.
Post by Kol Valerian on Feb 12, 2013 19:03:54 GMT -5
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[/style][style=padding: 20; font-size: 12px; background-color: #E1E4E6; text-align: justify;]He could hear the strike against glass before the mirror made a myriad of tiny sounds that were reminiscent of a sheet of ice shifting and protesting under pressure. A slow, jagged fissure formed in the smooth glass from top to bottom. Unflinching, Kol’s eyes narrowed before he stepped back from the mirror.
“I would like to say it has been a pleasure, but...” The vampire spread his arms in a casual, almost shrug-like gesture. “Should the time come when you want to speak rather than sulk, I’m certain you will be able to find me.”
The V’s Emperor flipped the light switch for the bathroom as he exited the room, his body yearning to return to his connection to the vampiress who turned him all those centuries ago. The strange pull toward her--not quite the same as the sire bond that had been broken--nearly sent him back into the bathroom, but he remained strong and melted into the apartment. He paced the main room, uncharacteristically agitated and thirsty, enough so that he wanted to call upon one of his neighbors. He knew that blood of the humans around him wouldn’t be enough to satisfy the dull burn in his throat... His body wanted to tap into one and only one source, one that he hadn’t indulged in for years until that day.
[/style][style=padding: 20; font-size: 12px; background-color: #E1E4E6; text-align: justify;]Anja wallowed in the darkness, her hand slipping down. A bitter frustration overwhelmed her. She huffed, proudly, her hand coming now to check the mark he had left on her neck. She heard his voice through the glass like a murky light. She stepped away from the mirror and walked away from it, but her mistrusting gaze flipped over her shoulder. Only the dank, cellular reflection of her room greeted her, but Anja could never see the mirror world as such. She knew it's secrets and it's metaphisical tricks.
Another deep breath, and she was behind her dark laquer coffin. Her hand musing on her neck, she reached inside and removed an old book. It was bound in black leather, the paper made of rough, delicate calfskin. It was written in latin by the monks and their innocent berries and blood. It smelled heavenly. It was her most cherished possession -- as time marched on, the world changed and chased them away with their traditions into these catacombs. She could return to what she understood. Computers, and their shiny wires, their dissection and painful electricity. People, they were so different now. Another species than the ones she was born to. And he was beyond her too. He was an enigma, a queer vampire of some new-found generation. She was the son she could not piece together. She was too old, perhaps, to ever understand.
She was about to leave the room again, and as her hand came to the elegant iron handle, a harsh rapping issued on the door. "Anja-!" came the rigid voice. "Open the door. How dare you!"
"She's inside, I can smell her."
"The treacherous wench." growled a third. Anja stepped back. The door thumped, the wood, hinges bouncing under the shock. Cement powder drifted down and a horrible cracking noise threatened her with each blow. She looked around bitterly again at the mirror.
In another moment she had stepped through the icy portal. Glass always felt cold. As she emerged in his dark and empty washroom, shivering and clutching the book to her chest, she silently crawled off of the counter. She stepped onto the floor. Emerging through the crack had stung, and cut her cheek. Placing the tip of her nail on the glass behind her, a spiderweb of cracks spread. Her breath hitched at the sound of the crunch, though it was subtle. Why had she come here? Because it was on her mind. It was all she could imagine and believe in. It was all she could see with whatever piece of her was in Valerian. Why the ghosts of her herd's portals escaped her grasp in this emergency was a mystery. It was as if he were rising above all others in her thoughts. She looked at the doorway with resignation. With slow, tentative footsteps, she approach, clutching the large book under her arm. She would find another portal, and leave this place. She must, or it would be the end of her. She could feel a piece of her missing, and she hated it. As she entered this new chamber, she noticed him so quickly. This entire world smelled like him, and an unease arrested her. He truly hadn't changed. Everything about the way he acted, the way he settled into a place he knew to be his. Emperor indeed. It was only of people at first, which was why she had never minded it before.
"Don't think you're so special," she muttered as she glanced at him, her nose lifting and her mouth tightening.
Post by Kol Valerian on Mar 19, 2013 21:23:20 GMT -5
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[/style][style=padding: 20; font-size: 12px; background-color: #E1E4E6; text-align: justify;]Kol scratched absently at the site of his freshly healed bite as he paced the floor of his empty apartment. It wasn’t long before that tantalizing scent began to drift to him, his fangs elongating in response. He wanted it, wanted the taste of her blood so much that he was imagining it all too clearly. His frustration was tangible as he halted before a picture window, moonlight reflecting in his dilated eyes. The scent that he had become reacquainted with invaded his space, warring with the familiar.
Blood.
Fresh.
Here.
He took his time as he turned to face the vampire standing on the other side of his apartment. His dark gaze absorbed the sight of Anja Lior, appreciating the macabre streaks of blood marring the pale flesh of her cheek and neck. Kol took in the arrogant tilt of her head and accusatory glare, as though it was his fault that she was intruding on the space that he had so thoroughly claimed.
“Don’t think you’re so special.”
His eyelids sharpened the cut of his nearly all-black eyes moments before he stepped forward, moving through space so quickly that he was nose-to-nose with her in the span of time it took her to blink. The proximity did nothing to alleviate his desire to consume her—all of her. He cocked his head, the angle causing the tips of his hair to fall into his eyes. His lips barely parted as a fresh, overpowering wave of her blood’s aroma greeted him like a slap to the face.
Unable to resist, his hand drifted upward until the backs of his fingers stroked along her jaw, his thumb brushing the crimson paint on her whitewashed cheek. “And why shouldn’t I?” he asked in a soft whisper, his bottomless eyes flicking from the wellspring on the smooth plane of her face to her emerald eyes.
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