S.C. Parris

He tore his gaze from the door to eye the medallion at his chest, black and dull, sharply offset by the gold around it and along the chain. She was losing this war, he thought, feeling the dullness of Eleanor Black__ dread swarming against his dead heart where the medallion fell. She was losing it and it did not matter who won: We would cease to be no matter the outcome.

I have seen a stunning amount of death and destruction. Creation yes, but more death than birth. Mankind has learned nothing from their forefathers. Their ancestors. It is true what they say: history does repeat itself, Delacroix, and those after history are left to make it, but how can they,_ he removed his hand from the globe, waving it thoughtfully through the air, __hen it has already been made?

There is special power in that sword,' Ewer went on, 'the gem in the guard of the Ares holds the blood of the Creature that has been slain by it.

He barely heard the gasp escape her lips, but he did see her brilliant brown eyes, how they danced with alarm at his presence, how her lips trembled slightly with what she had done, yes, and now for the glare in his eyes. He knew she could see the hunger they held, he knew she could see, in that moment, just who he truly was...what he was. Yes, Christian knew she could see all these things, knew she could do nothing but bask in the monster that he was.Which was why he was not surprised when she stepped toward him, her shaking lips moving, allowing the low sound of her voice, her sweet, drawing voice, to enter his terribly haunted ears, the ears that caught every breath, heard every pulse of scared heart:__y Lord...your eyes....___es,_ he barely whispered, the word hardly escaping his throat. The hunger was all he could feel, her blood all he could smell, the pulse of lust just there beneath her skin, calling him, drawing him ever closer.... And yes, he felt the skin of her neck, felt the blood just there, her blood...his food.

Make no excuses for the devils that will not excuse you of their burdens, Miss Crane." - Darien Nicodemeus; Chapter Sixteen - The Giant's Return

Westley stared at him carefully. __ictor_I understand how you must feel but the rules Dracula upheld____ere the same very rules that allowed the Dark World to fall,_ he finished coldly.

Tears fled her eyes as she ran, and they slid into her ears, but she did not wipe them, no, she pressed forward through the many trees, keeping her eyes upon the large shadow that flew forward, almost guiding her out of the woods, but that was preposterous _ so why am I following it?What do you mean why are you following it? It__ the only thing that__ putting distance between you and those...monsters back there!But what about Lord Delacroix?What the devil about him?He tried to keep you safe _ he truly did attempt to save you__nd what did that get him? Crushed by a damned Lycan _ again!But I should still go back to save him....I should keep moving!But he__ saved my life _ I can__ let him die!Technically, he__ already dead, Alexi....Goddamn it all!Run _ run now _ come back when you__e safe!Come back? With who?!Help, of course!Where on Earth am I going to find help?!

I do not know_who turned me, your Grace.__is downcast gaze said it all: How terribly sad.For she had known all her life as a Vampire it was most_disgraceful to never know the one who turned you; that was where a Vampire could find a sense of great peace amidst the life that was the constant need for blood. She had only passed by these remarks, this cloud on her person for being __rincess of the Vampires,_ Dracula__ special child_

So _ I am n-nothing more than _ than a bloody job?! On top of not knowing why you must look after me _ you only jumped at the chance to help me because your _ that V-Vampire thought you couldn__?! What are you, some _ some child?!___ am no child, human!___h I would not have thought so,_ she breathed condescendingly sending his blood to boil despite the ring, __f it were not for the fact that only children react so wondrously juvenile when faced with such a choice! You bargain my life over a show of bravado! And where is your brother, Christian?! He has not been here to see your brilliant work as my watcher, has he?!

Alexandria,_ he began, the name lingering on the morning air as though it did not belong amongst trees, but instead somewhere much safer, much more enclosed.__hristian,_ she breathed after her name had remained uncomfortably within his ears for a most distressing period of time.The tears in her eyes had begun to fill quickly and more tears fell as she stared upon him expectantly, and he was quite suddenly aware that a drink of blood would be most desirable to ease the sheer uncomfortable edge he felt with her stare.

My name is Patricia Lauren Bordeaux, and I, like my creator before me, am a very lonely vampire.

He stood just near the club__ steps, his back to me along the foggy English night, and it was not until I__ passed him and began my ascent of the many steps that I__ heard his voice. The voice I knew, in all my years of living upon the Earth, that I would never forget. Even then I had known this. It was the slippery way of his tongue, or perhaps it was the coolness of which his words passed across the air and slid its way into my ears as though they were only meant for me.