forum The Rose and Flame // One On One // Closed // Stalkers Are Hella Cool

Started November 20, 2018 by Deleted user

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@"Lotus Flower"
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Brilliant! I'll get my character up asap

Name: Lorelei Mae Snowe
Age: 230 yrs.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: Light brown, shoulder-length hair that she wears in a bun under her newsboys cap; cream-colored skin; 5'7 and slim; soft doe eyes (brown and big), heart shaped lips, and a slender nose.
Attire: Ripped blue jeans, Black sweater, a newsboys cap, and a green cargo jacket thats a bit too big.
Personality type: Lori is kind yet firm, ferociously loyal, and can be a bit naive at times. She tries to do her best to handle a problem by herself to save others the trouble.
Other Notes: Has the ability to speak telepathically.

Name: Taran Marcellus
Age: 24 yrs.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: tall and a bit lanky but still well toned, bedhead dirty blond curls, storm grey eyes, always looks like he's about to crack a joke, tanned skin, scars all over from "adventuring", slightly crooked nose
Attire: nice dark wash jeans, comfy grey tshirt, black doc marten boots, fitted black coat
Personality type: Taran is a bit quiet when you first meet him but he is really easy to get a long with once you get through his shield. He's intelligent, witty, funny, sarcastic, incredibly kind and loyal. He can have a bit of a temper when it comes to certain things and can be annoyingly stubborn when he sets his mind to something. Determined to do whats right and ambitious. He's a sucker for a sob story and will usually go out of his way to help others.
Other Notes: he comes from old money. Has a talent for reading people.

YAY! I love him! Want me to start?

Go for it! :D

(stalker mode a c t i v a t e d )

Heart eyes
bows graciously
T H A N K Y O U

Running.

Never safe. Always running. Always searching for that haven where they would never find her. Lorelei was starting to doubt such a place existed. When she did find a place —when she did finally manage to lose them — they would always find her again. Then, she would flee once more.

Running.

Well, Lorelei couldn’t run anymore. Heart pounding in her ears, vision swimming, breathing raspy and shallow, she could hardly put one foot in front of the other. Her throat was dry, her limb shook with hunger. She staggered through high grass and alpine trees up a hill. She could see the skyline of a nearby city. Had she ran that far? She could hardly remember the miles she’d devoured in the night. How long would have until the sun rose? Something told her that her minutes were few.

She collapsed, the withering strands of energy she had tried so hard to hold on to ditereorated with every labored breath. She would die here, she was convinced. The sun would rise and burn her to ash. She would never had to run again. And somehow, she was partly alright with that. What more did she have to live for? She had lost everything — Her family, her home, her title. She had nothing. She was a criminal. An outcast. She’d be running for the rest of her life! Or at least until they finally caught her.

But, she’d been outrunning death this whole time. Why would she give up now. As she lay on her back, she realized she didn’t really have much of a choice. She couldn’t move an inch, laying on her back, waiting for the moment when she knew the end would come. She wasn’t going to find blood out her on the outskirts of a city. If she had only made it a little closer, she would’ve had a chance. She took a shuddering breath and tried to shift her position. No such luck. She groaned. She was a goner.

“As I pass unto the Fade…” She coughed. Why was she doing this? Why would the Mother accept her, now?

“Greet me, Oh Mother. With your glorious lights… and your- your..” Tears streamed down her face. Why did she even bother. She had nothing. She would die as nothing.

“Please…I don’t want to die…Not yet..” But did she really have a choice?

"Son of a bitch." Taran cursed as he pulled his hands through his hair again. He was staring down at the open hood of his car, contemplating just leaving the smoking mess behind and trudging the rest of the way to the shining city behind him. He glanced over a shoulder hopelessly. He was still about a good ten to twenty miles away from the sprawling mass of lights. Dammit, Rebecca is going to be so mad. His sister had told him time and time again to get a new car, that his old clunker was just that, an old clunker. But he had told her it had heart and style and he had invested so much into fixing it that he couldn't just leave it to rust in his garage. "But you keep breaking down on me, huh buddy?" He said sardonically, giving the old car a good kick to the bummer. Now I'm going to be late to family dinner…again.

Taran braced his hands on his hips as he moved to the driver door. The least he could do is call his sister to let her know. Maybe she'd be nice enough to come get him and only give him a minor lecture on responsibility. He looked down at his phone. Maybe a tow truck or an uber, instead.

"You've got to be kidding me…" he muttered as he tried to make a call, only for the screen to cheerily tell him that he didn't have any signal. Sighing again, he pinched the bridge of his nose, raising his phone into the air. When that didn't yield any bars, he took a few steps to the left. And then a few more. And then a few more. Still the screen told him that there were no bars available. "What do I even pay for?" He growled as he tried to load the uber app. The loading screen stared at him before crashing. He silently raged, seconds away from chucking his phone into the treeline. Glancing around he noticed a small hill and began towards it, muttering curses at his phone and his car as he did so.

When he came to base of the hill he stopped dead. There was a woman lying in the grass, still as death. She looked dead, her pale skin catching the faint light of the moon and so so still. He couldn't tell if she was breathing. Oh shit. Oh holy shiiiiiit. "Hey! Are you okay?!" he shouted as he began sprinting to her.
Dropping to the ground beside her, he checked, as well as he could in the dim light, for blood or any other injuries. Bizarrely, she looked fine. Taran reached out, shaking her shoulder gently. "Hey…Hey? Are you okay?"

Lorelei heard a voice but couldn't process what was said. She licked her dry lips and listened to the sound of running. Towards her. A shadow passed over her as someone bent over her. She could hardly make out a face. "Hey! Are you okay?" The figure said. It looked and sounded to be male. Someone was out here? A blessing from the Mother, herself.

Lorelei's head lolled as he shook her shoulder, his fingers warm on her cold skin. She was so cold, the night air chilling her to the bone. Her low-lidded eyes trailed down the males face to his neck. Thick, strong, and tensed. He was stressed, a bit angry, and concerned…for her. She wondered if she could bury her face in his neck, feel his warmth. And scent his blood. Slowly, she lifted and aching hand and brushed it along his skin. Soft and warmth. She gave a moan of relief before the hunger took over.

Quickly, her hand slid to his neck and fastened about. She moved with inhumane speed, driven with the raw throb of ravaging hunger within her. She pulled him down, raising her weak form from the ground. Her fangs elongated as her vision darkened, her grip on him growing steely and vicious.

Life is right in front of me, all I need to do is take a bite…

She pierced his skin with one intention in mind: Feed. His blood was warm and savory as it coated her tongue and ran down her throat. She drank ravenously, as she let that heat fill her with strength, power…LIfe.

Taran gasped, his breath slicing through his lungs like a knife. That pale lovely form had risen up and bitten through his neck before he had a moment to react. Now his hands were fighting with little effect against the woman who only seemed to get stronger the longer she drew blood from his body. One hand was wrapped tightly around her wrist, trying to pull off the vice like grip that she had around his neck. The other pushing against her chest, trying to dislodge her. Pure panic was pulsing through him with alarming intensity. Breathing was getting more and more difficult She's drinking it. She's drinking my blood…Like some fucking vampire?!

The pain was excruciating. Truly the worst thing that he had ever felt, but there was a tingle of primal pleasure that was shooting through him. Almost like a little voice in the back of his mind telling him to give in and let this lovely creature take his life. To let it power her and become a part of her eternally beautiful darkness. It almost got him too, that seductive voice. No! he roared, I will live. His mind raced, trying to find a away out, but his body was no longer responding. He was trapped. Trapped within his own mind as the torturous pulling at his neck continued. "Please…" he rasped. "Please…stop…" There wasn't even the slightest of pauses, only the next searing drag and pull. He wanted to scream but no sound would pass his lips except the painful whisper of his failing breath.

A strange numbness began to course though him. Slow and seductive, like a creeping fog. First his hands and feet lost feeling and became leaden weights pulling him down further into that pitch darkness. Then his legs and arms. Yet still he fought. Life was clinging to the very reaches of his mind, if he only had the strength to reach it. A bright light just out of his reach. His abdomen and shoulders went as well and further he sank. Please. He begged the shard of bright Life to come closer. His head felt lighter than air, his body cold, pulling him deeper and deeper. Don't go. His heart, god it was trying so hard, but failing…slowing…stopping.

Taran screamed, reaching for that shining light.

He watched in horror as it flickered…

and went out.

Okay, Lorelei, you can stop now, she told herself, her grip slightly slackening. HIs blood sent such fire coursing through her, it was stimulating. But lacing that fire, was his panic and fear. It turned his blood bitter in her mouth. But she couldn't stop. Her body egged her on, her mind telling her to drink her fill, til the weakness in her was abated. "Please….Please stop…" she heard. Drink… a voice in her mind told her.

The male began to weaken, his fighting stopped. His hands fell and he began to lean heavily into her. He was dying. Oh no, nononono! Lorelei! STOP! She forced herself to halt. But it was too late. His breathing was quite and shallow, his heartbeat seemed to be echoing remnants of what use to be a living rhythm. The warmth of his skin ebbing away. The warmth that she had so desperately wanted. She laid him on the ground and tried to find order in her scrambled thoughts. She hadn't meant to take so much, just enough to get her moving again but…. but she was selfish. She had treated him like a blood bag and not a gift. She had traded her life for his.

I'm a vampire… she tried to reason. Humans are our slaves… But just thinking the words felt wrong. She didn't mean them. Not. At. All. This male was going to lose everything…. just like her…. Lorelei bowed her head in shame, but something nagged at the back of her mind.

Unless…. Unless she could turn him.

It seemed to be too late and Lorelei had never done this in her entire life. She had never needed to. But, maybe…just maybe…

She could save him.

Lorelei flew into action. She lifted her own wrist to her lips and pierced her flesh, wincing in pain she hadn't felt in a long time. Elevating his head just a little, she squeezed a few drops of onto his tongue. He was so pale. Lorelei was starting to doubt this would even work. Closing her eyes, she hoped against hope.

"Hey, I know you can hear me…or maybe you can't.." She spoke to him, caressing his mind with her gentle voice, though her lips didn't move. "I need you to hold on. I know you taste me… Drink. And live.."

A droplet of red in the pitch darkness. Not the bright shimmering energy of life he had seen before, but a dark seductive glow that pulsated with strength and power. Eternal. Taran reached for it, straining against the numbness that was threatening to rip him to shreds. He wouldn't, no couldn't lose this battle. Giving up was not in his nature and if he had to take his soul back from the Devil himself to live, then he would. Taran pushed, crawling forward, reaching for that red light.

"Hey, I know you can hear me…or maybe you can't…I need you to hold on. I know you taste me… Drink. And live…" A voice in the dark, soft and lovely. Full of regret and pain and sorrow, but begging him to come back.
I'm trying

Taran collided with that pulsating red light, pain and shock ripping through him enough to launch him back into the body he had been floating away from. He coughed, dragging in a raspy breath. Flavor exploded on his tongue, sliding down his throat and spreading through his body where it burned. He wanted to scream, but his jaw clamped shut, groans sliding through his clenched teeth. He opened his eyes and looked wildly around for that woman. He hated her. Whatever she was. He was going to fight her like a wild animal if he had to.

His gaze locked on with hers and his hand jerked out, ready to defend himself. But instead of ripping her to shreds he grasped onto her hand desperately as another wave of pain has his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Another groan threatening to shatter him apart. He squeezed her hand has hard as he could. Begging her this time.
Stay…

The pressure that had threatened to crush her lungs subsided as she heard him gasp, she released a breath of relief herself. "Yes! That's it!" she coaxed him as he opened his eyes. Wild and stormy grey, they were beautiful. She felt his groan reverberate in her chest as his pain became all too real to her. She'd felt the same when she had been changed all those years about.

"I know it burns…" She looked into those steely grey eyes. "But you must drink more." She held her bleeding wrist to his lips. "Don't think about it, just smell and drink." She instructed because she knew he would hesitant. Humans didn't drink blood. He had to grasp the fact that he was no longer human. That's when she heard it. His voice, echoing in his mind as he begged her with one plea: Stay….

Her heart swelled as she nodded, her eyes one his. "I'm not going anywhere." she said, gripping his hand. She glanced up at the sky. The moon would soon disappear, signaling for daybreak. They didn't have much time to find shelter,

Taran couldn't think. The pain of every breath, every heartbeat, every shift in his body was enough to keep him screaming for days. There was only that delicious taste on his tongue. The only thing that seemed to make the pain better but equally worse. He slammed his eyes shut. Maybe it's all a dream and when he opened his eyes again he will be at home. Safe and away from this random hill outside the city. What's happening to me?"

Another groan slid through his teeth as the lovely voice spoke to him again, "…drink."

Something pressed gently against him lips. He sucked in a horrible breath the smell hitting him like a freight train. His eyes flashed open again, looking wildly for the source of that scent. It dove him mad. An instinct Taran hadn't known he possessed awoke with a frightening roar causing his hands to come up to force that slender wrist firmly, almost painfully, against his mouth, teeth clamping down on the bleeding wound. He pulled deeply from the wound on her wrist, his body jerking as the blood settled in this stomach. He moaned against her skin.

His eyes met hers as he gave another mighty pull. What have you done to me?

Lorelei cried out, biting her lip with such force she broke skin. She forgot how much it hurt, the initial feeding, offering your vein. She had forgotten vainly. Yet, with each crazed drink he took, she felt the ebb away, morphing into something akin to pleasure. Something she could bare. That's how bonding worked.
You are in I and I in you….

She placed her free hand on his cheek and caressed it softly, from his eyebrow to his jawline, feeling the strength beneath it, like stone. He was a pillar of power, wild and untamed. Her gaze rose to his as he drank and she heard him. The words he thought. The question she dreaded to answer.

"I…." She bowed her head, closing her eyes with pure guilt and shame. "I changed you… T-There was no other way! You would've died if I- I couldn't let you die…." Lorelei hardly knew what to say. She was sorry. So terribly sorry for the life she had forced on him.

I changed you…
I couldn't let you die…

A nightmare. This was a nightmare.

Yet, he still drank the blood pouring from her wrist, his only chance at staying alive. At least, alive in part. Thoughts banged around within his panicked mind, finding no purchase, no strength. Only the thought of survival, of that damn delicious blood coming from that stunning woman he couldn't take his eyes off of, made sense within him.

She had placed a hand on his face and without really knowing why, he leaned into it. Taking comfort from the soft caress. Truly it was the only thing that felt good against his burning skin. That and her blood. Her blood. HIs thoughts derailed again as he took another long pull, the blood settling into him and releasing another pulse of that dark wild power. He shivered, his body jerking and straining, trying desperately to hold onto that humanity. But he couldn't reach it. Couldn't find that light anymore. Not within him. Not out in the world around him. He couldn't fight off that dark numbness any longer. It was too strong and he too weak to fight anymore.

He released the woman's pale wrist, squeezing it ever so gently in thanks. She had tried to save him. If she did, he wasn't sure, because it felt a lot like dying. He leaned into her hand the tiniest bit to grab her attention. With tremendous effort that seemed to take years instead of seconds he rasped, "I'm Taran."

He closed his eyes as his final breath left him.

I'm Taran….

Lorelei watched as he drew his last and wilted. She held his face for a moment longer, taking in those handsome features that appeared to become more defined right before her eyes. She clutched her wrist to her chest before raising it to her lips to lick the wound closed. That exchange of blood, the taking and then the giving, that would be apart of her life now… She was his master…. Lorelei had hardly thought of that until know. The bond was made in full. He belonged to her. Lorelei cringed at the smile that spread across her features, at the happiness that covered her like a blanket, at the possession she took over him as she looked at him. Mine….

I'm not alone anymore…

"I'm Lorelei…" she gave him one finally caress before clambering to her feet. She didn't shiver and shake anymore, her sense sharp and crisp now that she was restored to a reasonable amount.
She stretched before pulling Taran up against her body. He was a heavy male. Yet, with a deep growl, she slung him over her shoulder. Well almost. She adjusted his wait before looking to the woods.

That was her best bet for shelter against the sun. She hoped for a cave or a cabin. And after hiking for what could've been an hour or more, she found the latter. Dark and empty, unoccupied since summer had gone away, she suspected. She couldn't winnow in, not with Taran's weight, so she placed him down, and settled for ramming the door open. Lorelei then dragged him in. Like some kidnapper… She couldn't help be add sourly. If she was at full strength, she could've just winnowed him in. But . she'd have to settle for manual labor.

The cabin was darker inside than it was outside. It was large and homey. Tall windows were shielded by dark, bulky curtains. Big comfy couches filled a the living room along with congestes bookshelves of wood and a lifeless fireplace. The kitchen could be seen from the front door, small and quaint, but filled with regular appliances which meant this place had electricity. It was perfect for their short stay.

Lorelei heaved Taran on to a couch and worked fast. She got a fire going and checked the rest of the cabin, making sure windows were shut and curtains were drawn.

As she returned to the living room, she thought of the possible time they could spend here. Maybe it'll be long enough to get him tamed. I can't keep him safe if he's running wild and-

Bzzzzzzzz……Bzzzzzzzzzz

Lorelei paused. She could here the vibrations coming from Taran, a light pulsing in his pocket. Gently, she took it out and held his phone in her hands.

Incoming call from: Rebecca… It read with a picture of smiling Taran and a girl who looked similar to him.

His sister….maybe… Lorelei thought. But really, why did it matter? That part of his life was gone. He couldn't have it back.

She hit decline, shut the phone off, and returned it to where it belonged, her eyes running over Taran's face, lit by firelight. She remembered the dark tendrils of power she felt pulse through him as he fought the change. She placed hand on his chest and felt it there….the only thing living.

She would keep her distance. He had a lot to figure out and deduce. So she lay on a bearskin, near the roaring fire, and hoped for the strength to tame the beast she had made.

(my bad D: The holiday had me busier than I expected. I hope you had a good one! ;D)

Taran awoke suddenly. As if his consciousness had been unceremoniously dropped back into his body from a great height. He sat up with a horrible gasp clutching wildly at his chest. Some dream I had. He thought rubbing his sternum trying to calm his heart.

His heart…that wasn't beating.

Something was terribly, terribly wrong. The memories of the night before flashed through his mind like lightning and he moaned, dropping his head into his hands. He…he had died. Hadn't he? He shivered, but he was still here, still sitting and thinking. How? God. How did this happen?

He massaged his temples as he tried to make sense of the world that he was standing on the threshold of. He had gone his entire life believing one thing and now it seemed nothing was as it seemed. There was not a single truth that he could hold onto as an anchor in this moment. He was dead, but not.

He sucked in a shaky breath as he thought and instantly regretted it. It scalded as it traveled down his throat and into his lungs. The pain so severe and sharp, he was unable to ignore it. What IS this? His hands now clutching his burning, aching throat. He let out a groan that was unearthly, a keen for something he didn't know he needed. I want…I want… What? What was it that he needed? He wasn't sure but he wanted it. Wanted it now. He couldn't take his mind off of his burning. The need.

Something stirred in the room not to far from him. Taran turned toward the near silent sound so quickly he blurred. Before he could even think, he was braced against the wall behind the couch he'd been laying on, ready to defend himself. A shivering power within him rearing up in warning at the danger. He let a deep growl slice its way out of his clenched teeth. A warning aimed towards the other figure in the room.

I'm Lorelei…

He crouched deeper into his defensive position. That dark power ready to strike.
"YOU?!"