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Post by Rayne on Feb 20, 2006 5:50:13 GMT
Clover wanted to bolt for the door.
But that would be terribly impolite for her Uncle's guest.
She frowned, wished her brother was there with her... she seemed to have found herself a bit of a spot.
The girl nodded quietly. "..Ah.. but all those stores are in the basement.." she said. "Are you certain? It's wet down there.."
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Post by Emu on Feb 20, 2006 5:52:43 GMT
“I don't mind, I'll have to change before I met the king anyhow so it does not matter.” That was the truth of it.
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Post by Rayne on Feb 20, 2006 5:56:42 GMT
She nodded. No.. she couldn't run from him. What if he did something to her down there?
Maybe it was a paranoia.. she couldn't be sure. But politeness and understanding ruled all, and she was still frightened despite her attempts to believe he wasn't anything but a very mean and crude person.
His words about her mother..
They hadn't faded. She was scared of them.
"I understand." she said, nodding a little. She lit a candle on the counter, and nodded for the basement.
"Follow me," she said. The root cellar door was actually in the floor just outside the kitchen. She pulled up on a small round handle, and stepped down. "Please watch your step. It can be very slippery on the stairs from the condensation this time of year." she said, moving down ahead of him.
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Post by Emu on Feb 20, 2006 5:58:19 GMT
“Thank you for the warning.” Make it look like an accident? No, that took the thrill of it out.
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Post by Rayne on Feb 20, 2006 6:00:20 GMT
Clover was really scared now. It was dark down here and it felt like a trap.
She moved for the area where the meats were kept, and opened the pantry door. It was cooler down here, after all. It kept them preserved well.
"Did you have any sort of preference?" she asked, thankful for the small bit of light at the top of the cellar. The candle wouldn't show much.
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Post by Emu on Feb 20, 2006 6:06:14 GMT
He drew himself close to her, cupped her chin and held her steadfast. “I was thinking you, actually.” He bit into her, savoring her sweet flesh. It was a bliss, he had not endudlged himself in so long, Ceal now realized, and she was so innocent, so small, so... sweet.
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Post by Rayne on Feb 20, 2006 6:08:45 GMT
Clover dropped the candle, and the light left the room. Oh, it hurt so much.. why was he doing this to her?!
He was... a vampire... it explained so many things... if her uncle knew, he would never forgive this action against her.
Her eyes watered, and she pushed against him, shivering. "..n-no, stop.. hurting me...."
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Post by Emu on Feb 20, 2006 6:14:36 GMT
Oh! It was enough to make him moan, how she was fighting him. Ceal wanted more it. He pushed his dagger against her, poking through her stomach very gently and made a quit cut. He did not want to kill her, no, he just wanted some of her skin off of her.
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Post by Rayne on Feb 20, 2006 6:18:11 GMT
She would have shouted if it were possible- her breath was jagged, uneven in the back of her throat. She was bleeding now, through her shirt and down her neck.
Instead, frightened breathing and crying came from her. She was against the wall- there was nowhere to run to.
"..pl-please... what.. did I do...?"
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Post by Emu on Feb 20, 2006 6:21:57 GMT
Ceal tossed her down to the ground and moved above her, craving his way through her clothes in erratic lines, he had no plans in pleasuring himself in such a way, not now, but it was bound to stir a deep fear in her, and have her put up more of a fight. He let his teeth pierce her again, drinking her sweet blood. One of his hands clawed at her back, his fingers pushing to go beneath her tender flesh.
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Post by Rayne on Feb 20, 2006 6:24:41 GMT
She was screaming. White pain slammed through her. Her heart was slamming in her chest like a jackhammer.
Nobody had ever even hurt her before.
Nobody had ever hit her, knocked her down, or been cruel to her....
This pain was totally unknown to her. She'd only been kind to this man.. why was he hurting her?
"Liam! Liam, help me! Help me!"
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Post by Emu on Feb 20, 2006 6:26:59 GMT
Remember that piece of skin he had cut from her, Ceal pulled it completely off of her body in a strip, then shoved it down her mouth. She was bleeding so fast, he was drinking all he could, but still, some managed to drool out of his mouth. It was... arousing, in a way.
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Post by Rayne on Feb 20, 2006 6:28:14 GMT
Clover stared at him, choking on it, shivering in disbelief. She was going to pass out soon. It hurt too much.
Her eyes rolled back. She couldn't see straight now...
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Post by Emu on Feb 20, 2006 6:31:12 GMT
Ceal stopped playing around, she would give him nothing more, and simply feed off of her.
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Post by Rayne on Feb 20, 2006 6:32:11 GMT
Clover's fingers pressed against his chest, hard. She spit up the skin in her mouth, and it went to the floor beside her.
Her eyes.. were just like her mother's. But the fear there had changed her completely.
Liam wasn't here to protect her.
But if she didn't do something, this man would kill her.
"..g-get off.. of me..." She tried to kick him in the crotch.
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