Glad to hear you liked my idea. :)
And yeah, I thought it was a good introduction of the sister. There's a lot of people she needs to know, his closest family first. :)
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Posted, and I have an idea I'd like to run by you.
I was thinking that somewhere down the line (whenever we feel like it) Vincent and Elle can get intimate. (I'd really like that at least :) ) But my thought was that vampires mate for life, and that Vincents partner disapeared years ago. Ever since then, he's been looking for her and has now come to the conclution that she died and was reborn as Elle.
What do you think? Could be fun if it turns out his former mate wasn't really dead or something like that.
I was thinking that somewhere down the line (whenever we feel like it) Vincent and Elle can get intimate. (I'd really like that at least :) ) But my thought was that vampires mate for life, and that Vincents partner disapeared years ago. Ever since then, he's been looking for her and has now come to the conclution that she died and was reborn as Elle.
What do you think? Could be fun if it turns out his former mate wasn't really dead or something like that.
Vincent looked over at her, a calm look on his face. "When offered a drink, it is rude not to drink it." he said before walking past her. His voice was low and calm, but deep down there were a hint of darkness and a warning. If she didn't drink blood, and a lot of it, whinin the first twenty-four hours of being turned, she would perish. Not only that, by drinking his blood - which she had in her glass - their beond would become stronger with every drop she drank, making it harder for her to deny her fate and him. As he walked past her, he crossed the room and opened a large wardrobe. Looking inside, he soon pulled out a new, clean, white shirt that he dressed himself in - casually leaving a few buttons open.
"The fire has its reasons..." he said mysteriously as he walked closer again. He stopped right behind her, put his hands on her waist and leaned in. "I admire beautiful and powerful things. Such as the fire..." he whispered as he ran one of his hands onto her belly and his lips down her neck. "...such as you." he continued. He could smell his own blood flowing through her vains. He held her close to his chest for a while before letting go - quite reluctantly so, himself.
There was a knock on the door and Vincent let out a bothered sigh before asking the person to enter. Opening the door was a young woman, with the same red eyes and black hair as Vincent.
"Vincent, you're needed downstairs. Your guests have arrived and starts to grow tired of waiting for you." She spoke with attitude in her voice, a fierce glare at the man and a posture that would give no doubt of her status.
"Yes, yes... of course." he said before looking over at Elle again. He didn't smile, he didn't say anything, but his eyes told her he didn't want to leave. Turning to face the woman again, he started walking out of the room. "Keep an eye on her." he said as he walked, but stopped beside the woman. "And don't you dare..."
"I know. Now, go." the woman spoke and watched him leave the room before disapearing down the hallway. Turning around again, her red eyes sticking to Elle. She walked into the room and closed the door behind her. "So... it is you." she spoke as she walked over to Elle - a walk so demanding anyone would move to give her room. "You are the one he chose." she said as her eyes started to inspect her from head to toe. She scuffed as a grin turned up on her face. "He could do so much better." she said before walking over to the small table where the pitcher. She looked at it, but never even touched the pitcher. "His own blood... typical."
The woman sighed before pulling her hands through her long, black hair and sat down in the magestic chair Vincent had been sitting on not too long ago. Her deep red and black dress fit her perfectly and folded nicely as she sat down. "Go on. Don't be shy." she said, looking at Elle before holding out a hand towards the chair on the opposite side of the table. "Take a seat. I won't bit, I swear." she said, her grin returning to her face. "My brother would kill me if I did."
"The fire has its reasons..." he said mysteriously as he walked closer again. He stopped right behind her, put his hands on her waist and leaned in. "I admire beautiful and powerful things. Such as the fire..." he whispered as he ran one of his hands onto her belly and his lips down her neck. "...such as you." he continued. He could smell his own blood flowing through her vains. He held her close to his chest for a while before letting go - quite reluctantly so, himself.
There was a knock on the door and Vincent let out a bothered sigh before asking the person to enter. Opening the door was a young woman, with the same red eyes and black hair as Vincent.
"Vincent, you're needed downstairs. Your guests have arrived and starts to grow tired of waiting for you." She spoke with attitude in her voice, a fierce glare at the man and a posture that would give no doubt of her status.
"Yes, yes... of course." he said before looking over at Elle again. He didn't smile, he didn't say anything, but his eyes told her he didn't want to leave. Turning to face the woman again, he started walking out of the room. "Keep an eye on her." he said as he walked, but stopped beside the woman. "And don't you dare..."
"I know. Now, go." the woman spoke and watched him leave the room before disapearing down the hallway. Turning around again, her red eyes sticking to Elle. She walked into the room and closed the door behind her. "So... it is you." she spoke as she walked over to Elle - a walk so demanding anyone would move to give her room. "You are the one he chose." she said as her eyes started to inspect her from head to toe. She scuffed as a grin turned up on her face. "He could do so much better." she said before walking over to the small table where the pitcher. She looked at it, but never even touched the pitcher. "His own blood... typical."
The woman sighed before pulling her hands through her long, black hair and sat down in the magestic chair Vincent had been sitting on not too long ago. Her deep red and black dress fit her perfectly and folded nicely as she sat down. "Go on. Don't be shy." she said, looking at Elle before holding out a hand towards the chair on the opposite side of the table. "Take a seat. I won't bit, I swear." she said, her grin returning to her face. "My brother would kill me if I did."
I'm doing much better, thanks! :) Hope you're doing great too!
I'll get you a reply shortly!
I'll get you a reply shortly!
Yeah, it's perfect! I'll get you a reply later tonight!
Missed you too!
Missed you too!
Hey!
I'm interested in doing a CapturerxCaptive roleplay, in pretty much any time frame. :)
Please PM me if you're interested!
I'm interested in doing a CapturerxCaptive roleplay, in pretty much any time frame. :)
Please PM me if you're interested!
Loving two ideas, so maybe there could be a posibility of doing both?
-Water!
and
-Alien Planet Survival
PM me if you're interested and we can talk details! :)
-Water!
and
-Alien Planet Survival
PM me if you're interested and we can talk details! :)
Hey you.
Is everything alright? You've been gone for a while and I got a bit worried. I just hope nothing has happened or anything?
Is everything alright? You've been gone for a while and I got a bit worried. I just hope nothing has happened or anything?
Hey there
Sorry it took so long, my new post is up! I hope you like it :)
Sorry it took so long, my new post is up! I hope you like it :)
Vincent watched her hunger grow as she dug her teeth into his wrist. He flinched a little as her fangs hit his bones. She needed some work on that, no doubt. The key to a successful feeding had to be done without causing too much damage to the host, giving an easier and less likely damaging - for the vampire - feeding. He watched her, letting her drink almost as much as she wanted. But he was keeping attention on how much she drank. He didn't want her to drink too much, causing him to become weak.
As she let go of his wrist to take in the sensation of her first feeding, he pulled his hand back and let the wound heal. "Patients." he said as he stood and walked over to the small table. He took a piece of cloth and wiped the blood off of his wrist. "You need training." he said, looking back at her before walking back to her. He ysed to cloth to wipe the blood off around her mouth. He was showing her surprising gentleness and tenderness. He placed his hand around her chin and used his thumb to stroke her cheek while looking at her.
He soon let go of her and walked over to the door. He opened it and stepped outside. "Charles!" he called out before walking in again. "Training can wait for now, though." he said. He looked down on his shirt and saw the bloodstains he had on it. He sighed a little before pulling it off. He looked back at the old butler as he had entered to room, standing silent and patiently at the door for his orders. "Bring us more blood. A lot more." he said before holding out the shirt for him. "And get this cleaned up." he said before Charles bowed and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Standing in the middle of the room, his golden gaze watched her and he wondered how long it would take her before her to realize what she had turned into. Only a few minutes went by before Charles came back with a big pitcher with fresh blood and two glasses. He put them on the table begore excusing himself again. "Help yourself." Vincent spoke and held out a hand towards the blood while looking at Elle.
As she let go of his wrist to take in the sensation of her first feeding, he pulled his hand back and let the wound heal. "Patients." he said as he stood and walked over to the small table. He took a piece of cloth and wiped the blood off of his wrist. "You need training." he said, looking back at her before walking back to her. He ysed to cloth to wipe the blood off around her mouth. He was showing her surprising gentleness and tenderness. He placed his hand around her chin and used his thumb to stroke her cheek while looking at her.
He soon let go of her and walked over to the door. He opened it and stepped outside. "Charles!" he called out before walking in again. "Training can wait for now, though." he said. He looked down on his shirt and saw the bloodstains he had on it. He sighed a little before pulling it off. He looked back at the old butler as he had entered to room, standing silent and patiently at the door for his orders. "Bring us more blood. A lot more." he said before holding out the shirt for him. "And get this cleaned up." he said before Charles bowed and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Standing in the middle of the room, his golden gaze watched her and he wondered how long it would take her before her to realize what she had turned into. Only a few minutes went by before Charles came back with a big pitcher with fresh blood and two glasses. He put them on the table begore excusing himself again. "Help yourself." Vincent spoke and held out a hand towards the blood while looking at Elle.
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