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Ariadne


Hope of Rome

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Date: Feb 19, 2009
Made to Dance
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"We make choices. No one else can live our lives for us. And we must confront and accept the consequences of our actions."

The words felt so true. So many things have been happening. All involving this one vampire. The name she still didn't know. Yet he reminded her far too much of Anubis. He was the gate keeper of the underworld, a soul reaper at times or simply the god of death. She hadn't found any story in any of the other Crone books about him. Though she could have sworn he said he had danced with them before. Ariadne didn't know if it was true or not at this very moment. She was feeling tired.

Between Jane’s unwillingness to do what was needed and the demands of the Tribe with not only what felt like a cat and mouse game between the vampire and herself. Everything was taking a toll on her. Fingers pinched the bridge of her nose as she wondered the small trailer she called her home. Facts and figures running through her mind. It was no wonder when he came through her door she didn't notice. The sound of the lock falling to place had her turning quickly around. A dagger ready in her hand. Eyes narrowed staring at his face. He was handsome it was hard not to think otherwise. His jaw square, his cheeks giving way to high cheek bones that would have made any woman jealous. Nose perfectly set in the middle of his face. The only thing that ruined the perfection of his features was his eyebrow. The scar breaking the line of his brow. It didn't take away from him. On the contrary it added to his face, gave it more character and less perfection that all those vampire novels seemed to have.

“I swear you have a death wish. What are you doing here, and don't say you were out walking. No one walks into someone else’s home without reason.”

This blond vampire. No, nearly shocking white blond hair. He started to move. Ariadne followed his steps with her eyes. All her weapons were safely tucked away. All but the decorative ones hanging from hooks or plaques on her walls.

“I told you, we were made to dance, pet.”

Ariadne’s brow quirked. He had to be kidding.

“So you came into my house to kill me? Is that it? What were you going to do? Kill me in my sleep? That’s low. Even for a vampire.”

Vampire was said as if was dirty, a curse. Something that most mothers would frown upon if they caught their child saying it. He paused to watch her. Watch her with those icy cold blue eyes of his. She felt like he could see deep down into her soul. See everything about her just by staring into her eyes. Jaw clinched tight, then relaxed. She pulled in a deep breath and waited, counted till she or he would strike. One of them had to.

Nothing happened for what felt like ages. Neither she nor he moved to close the distance between them. He was just idly admiring her things, walking the room, touching her books flipping through the pages. Nothing a vampire bent on killing her would do. He was so odd. Not only in power but the way he acted. Ariadne was reminded of the kiss. The one he laid on her last night. Before they stared to fight. It was in that instant he threw her dagger back at her. The very same one she had imbedded in his back. Ariadne moved, quickly to dodge it. He attacked, grabbing her wrists and pinning them behind her.

The move forced her chest to crash against his own. Breasts pressed to his chest. She had been on her way to bed. Only a white beater and shorts were her attire. Soft flesh molded against the hard cold contour of his torso. Lack of warmth had her nipples tightening to pebbles. Something Ariadne was sure he could feel.

“Drop the toy.”

His grip grew tighter on the hand that she clutched her dagger. Pain shoot like a rocket up her arm sending impulses from her brain to her hand to let go of the dagger. She wouldn't.

“Drop it, pet. I don't want to hurt you.”

His grip promised he'd break the bones in her wrist if she didn't let go. His words however countered the promise of his hold. Ariadne had a moment to debate. A little more pressure made her drop the dagger. Forcing the choice on her.
Her lips were set in a scowl. His lips twisted in a mocking manly smile. Those endless icy blue eyes traveling the length of her body. Anger bubbled underneath the surface. Not caring of her feelings on the matter he grabbed her legs and lifted her up, walking through the trailer as if he knew the way. Not that it wasn't hard to figure out the layout of the trailer.

Once they reached her bedroom, he tossed her on the bed. No time to bounce off and attack. He was on her in an instant. One hand pinning her arms up and over her head. His grip impossibly strong. Ariadne guessed he had to be really old to be able to pin her wrists down with one hand.

The look in his eyes while he stared down at her was filled with lust. She never thought herself attractive. Otherwise why else would Ker have left or why none of the males ever made a move on her. Perhaps it had more to do with the fact she was the Crone. Pushing the thoughts aside. Her eyes watched the vampire.
One of his hands moved to the slope of her neck, caressing the skin. His fang marks were slowly healing though still visible. Fingers wrapped around her neck. His palm cupping the bite. Cold heat pulsed along her neck aimed only to the small puncture wounds. She felt as if he was branding her. Making sure that even after the bite healed she would always be his. The thought of always belonging to him sent a shot of fear down her spine. Her stomach clinched. Heat started between her legs.

"Scared of me pet?"

His mouth worked into a smile. Ariadne shook her head.

"Don't lie."

He whispered knowing that she was partly scared of him. The fear working like an aphrodisiac through her system. His body pressed against her own, pinning her further on the bed. Legs trapped an immobile underneath the strength and weight of his body.


"You want me."

He said now. Ariadne held back from saying a word.

"I can taste it."

Fingers unwrapped themselves from around the collum of her neck. Traveling down her skin slowly touching the exposed skin with his long fingers. Pads of his digits caressing the bumps of her collar bones, stopping only for a minute to run the back of his finger inside her shirt along the edge of the tank top. Picking up the course. It continued over her breasts. Reaching her right breast his fingers stopped. His hand pushed up, palm pressing and cupping her breast. Fingers manipulating the flesh within their grasps. In between his digits he captured the harden nipple. With a gentle pressure he pinched the already harden nipple between his index and thumb. He gave it a soft twist before moving on to the other breast. Ariadne's lips part she didn't make a sound. Though he knew it was only a matter of time.

Her breath quickened. He moved from one breast to the other coping the same actions. A soft gasp escaped her mouth, barely heard even for those with heightened senses.

Ice blue eyes watched her face. a smile never leaving his features. He moved his head now, body sliding along her own. He was now face to face with her chest, Her eyes filled with fright for a moment. In the next moment her back was arching, eyes closed to the sensations that he was producing with in her.
His mouth had taken her nipple. Tongue licking at the cloth and the hard flesh underneath. A louder gasp exited her mouth. His free hand traveled the length of her side, stopping only when he reached the end of her tank top. Lifting the edge up he pushed the fabric up and over her breasts, freeing them from the restrains of the fabric. Her eyes opened instantly. The fear was there, however it was now joined with the faint traces of lust.

Once more his hand moved down. she thought he'd repeat the process now that there was no cloth in the way. His fingers pinched her left nipple then the right keeping them hard.

Turning his head, his mouth grasped her right nipple between his smooth lips. The sensation lifted her back off the bed once more. A louder moan passed her lips. His teeth scrapped at the skin a promise that things could get more violent.
His right hand caressed her skin. Cool shivers raced along her flesh where he touched. She couldn't concentrate on his mouth and hand at the same time. Though she reaped the pleasure of both on her body. His mouth was actually warm. A thought that crossed her mind in passing. He moved from one breast to the other giving them equal attention.

Her back had finally settled on the bed again. It was when he slide his hand up along the opening of her shorts did she start to fight him. Arms pushed against his own, trying to break free from his hold. She knew she wouldn't be able to, though she still attempted.

"Relax"

He whispered. Why she listened she didn't know. She stopped fighting, but being relaxed she couldn't do. Her body was tense as ever.

He traveled up the opening of her shorts. His fingers caressed her sex along the thin cotton of her underwear. The sound she made then was a mix of a gasp and a moan.

"Relax, pet. It gets better."

Ariadne understood the mechanics of what was happening. The pleasure wasn't something she hadn't been expecting. His fingers worked along her clit and down the opening of her sex. He could feel the heat that her body produced on his digits. Dragging his index finger up and down adding only the right amount of pressure to certain areas to cause those delicious little moans from her. Wetness gathered between her legs quickly. She knew he could feel the slick moister through the cotton.

Her mouth parted again to allow another gasp to exit.

"Stop, please."

The words came out but they knew they held no meaning. He watched the wild expressions that danced across her features. All the while he worked his finger along her opening, gathering the juices till he knew she was wet enough for him to slide his fingers inside.


Parting her legs with his knee. Moving the cotton aside from her opening. He tested the heat and how wet she was. His own fingers were slick from touching her soft folds.

"Kiss me."

Her words stopped any further approach. Rising higher so he could reach her lips. Though he did not kiss her yet. He wanted to hear her wanting him to kiss her one more time. She did not fail him when the words came from her inviting mouth:

"Please kiss me."

Her voice nearly heartbreaking. Bending his head, his mouth took her own with passion and force. Ariadne in turn kissed him back with that same wanton abandon.

Their tongues dueled and in that moment he pushed into her, slowly. Swallowing her sudden shock, moans and excitement. He forced more of his finger into her slick wet folds. Past the first knuckle to the second. Ariadne gasped and moaned into his mouth. He pulled out slowly teasing her only to push back in.

The rhythm picked up while they fought mouth to mouth. He soon released her hands wanting a free hand to cup her breast. Trusting her not to hit him. Surprisingly she wrapped her arms around his neck. Fingers tunneling through his impossible white blond hair.

Breaking free from his mouth her moans soon turned to screams. His speed increased. Ariadne's head was thrown back. Her screams ripped from her throat, each one louder than the next and with one final loud pitched scream she woke. Her body covered in beads of sweat still tingling from the dream she had. Her breath quick, eyes bewildered at what was going on. She was alone, sitting on her bed.


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Hannibals Thirst


Trinitys Curse

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Date: Feb 24, 2009
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Really he only slept an hour or so a day. Just the littlest cat naps were all his body needed to sustain life. One might think that was caused by the collosal amounts of Red Bull he drank, but they would sadly be wrong. If it was just the Red Bull he could stop drinking it. But it wasn't that simply. His body just functioned differently from those around him. So he spent his days doing things with the tribe and while they slept he was usually left along with his books and his comics and his walks in the dark.

 

Sometimes he would visit Trinity's trailer and stay after she'd fallen asleep. Watching in what he hoped was more of a sweet way than a sociopathic crazy person watching me in my sleep kind of way. Fingers crossed. But most nights he just wandered, or tooled around with some of the weaponry. Or hunted. Those nights were the better ones. On this night however he was just plain bored and walking through camp when he heard the sounds of the Crone's screaming.

 

In a flash he was moving at break neck speed towards her trailer, kicking up dust behind him as he went. A little thrill ran the length of his spine at the thought of what might be happening. Because if she was being attacked then it meant they got to kill something, and that always spelled big fun on a boring night.

 

When he reached the trailer he didn't slow down, just rammed shoulder first into the large tin can door and felt the hinges give way. The metal door slammed inward, which incidentally was not the direction it was meant to go. The middle bowed in where his shoulder had hit it and the door just popped open inversely. Almost like magic he had a gun in his hands that he'd drawn from his shoulder holster. Standing there, black eyes glowing, he slowly tracked the gun from left to right to try to find the reason for those screams of pain. Then he realized there was no one there.

 

Finally he looked at Ariadne. She was sweating like a fat lady in a jazzercise class. Her chest rose and fell so fast he could hardly follow it, and she was so tangled in her bed sheets that it looked like she would never get out. Still it didn't occur to him that all that noise could possibly have been a dream. He had known her since she was an infant, and even then she had never had such terror in her voice from only a dream.

 

"What the fuck is going on? Cause if we've got a poltergeist I swear to Methusela I........am.......moving."


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Ariadne


Hope of Rome

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Date: Feb 24, 2009
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Opaline eyes turned instantly to the doorway. Hannibal was there. she didn't think that her screams had been real just in her dream. The sheets were so tangled around her legs and body that she felt trapped suddenly. Fingers balled the sheets in her hands tightly. Breathing was still quick. Her heart felt like it was going to burst free from her chest.

When had Hannibal shown up. She swore she had been alone.

"H-Han...?"

Oh this was awkward. How do you tell your best friend and brother you had a wet dream about someone? Oh not just anyone but a vampire? That wasn't something that came easily. It would be easier to say he was right. But he could smell a lie.

"N-no I was dreaming."

She told him flat out. Unballing one hand she freed the sheet then the other slowly. Her fingers felt cramped and tight.

"I-I think it was a bad dream."

But it felt so good. The room smelled of sex.

Ariadne pushed at the sheets, trying to break free from the entanglement she found herself in. where the sheets touched her skin burned. It was hot in her trailer. She felt as if she was burning up. Her body felt needy and wanting. Was this the warning Gwen spoke of? Was this it? Where she was compelled to breed for the sake of the race. Ariadne hoped not. Looking up at Hannibal, she frowned.

"Help?"

The sheets were not letting her out, in fact she was more tied up than she was two minutes ago.

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