-.Dark Passion.-

[Annwyn]

[OC: Okay, this is for serious vampire rpers. I'd prefer it if there was no mere three lined posts, in depth description to the best of your qualities is needed. This takes place in none other than Paris sometime in the early 1800's. Here are the rules:

Firstly, all characters must be authentic. No Louis', Lestat's, Dracula's, Claudia's, Armand's, etc. Please use your -own- character.

Secondly, there can be vampires, humans, and vampire hunters.

Lastly, ...er.. Have fun! <3]



The streets of Paris thrived on the exotic aromas of flowers, bold romancing music, the odd mixture of people all charmed by the cities culture and sense of freedom. Paris was a country of its own. A world of its own, and Isabel was just as charmed by it. Paris was the only city in the world that could make her forget her fate for two whole seconds. That was sanctuary enough for her.

You would not find Isabel walking silently down the sidewalk of Paris, waiting for the perfect time to make her kill for the night, nor in the back of a pub seducing it. Instead, she stood staring into the face of a statue that loomed over a grave, the strong entwining scent of wisteria and jasmine thick in the air. The statue seeming featureless, still reminded her vaguely of all her victims. She was haunted by their screams.. their faces burned into her mind.

She was alone in the cemetary, holding a small bouquet of roses in her hand. This person ment nothing to her. None of her victims meant anything to her. But she respected death. Respected it in a way that no vampire could bring themselves to. Most would mock death, calling their victims "food." She however, loathed what she was. Hating it in an all new level.

Isabel knelt down, and softly placed the roses over the hollow ground on which she stood, then turning, she left the cemetary. She would have to feed soon, she was growing weak, and her warmness and color fading. A vampire was not always cold. After a kill, their skin would be as warm as a mortals. Her hunger drove her mad, for she battled herself, pushing herself seeing how long she could go without nourishment. Without blood. But when she gave in, her dark passion took control, and the vampire did what it had to do to live.

[KiaraSiladhiel]

occ: hehe im going to play a guy, if thats ok.

a man with sharp features walked silently behind a tall buiding. he shook his black hair from his eyes and his pale skin shimmered in the moonlight. his dark, intelegent eyes could lure any unwitting mortal right into his arms, but he was waiting.

Paris was a huge city, filled with the finest, fancyest people. the rich huaghty mortals who thought they owned the food chain. it mad him furious to see their smug arrogent faces, until his had the first bite. o he lived for that first bite of sweet, pure blood, but of course he was a vampire.

[Lady Isteleth]

Cool i'll join shall i post my bio??

A middle sized slender figure stood in the middle off the bustle off the night life, she had arrived in Paris years before and enjoyed the exhillarence it gave her.
Her sharp dark eyes darted through the crowds as they walked past her taking no notice off her.

Cassandra sighed she started to feel old again she needed to go find food, she needed to revive herself.
There was a time when she would hate to kill but she had to push the thought away, she soon became hatred towards men and hard hearted.

She turned off into the cematary that ran along side Notre Damm, she walked along amibly deep in thought her cravings growing stronger

[KiaraSiladhiel]

the man walked silently into a crowd. he was not very hungry, but he spotted a lady. she was tall thin and beautiful. decked out in rich garb and tons of jewlery she flashed her self as if she was the queen of the world. grimicing to herself he walked over to her.
he waited for the perfect moment then walked to her side. he bowed and caught her eye. within minues she was fawning over him. "Lets take a walk." he said softly she nodded and he lead her to a dark ally. she smiled unwittingly as he pondered the best place for him to attack.

[Annwyn]

(( Thank you all for joining. If you wish, you can post your characters bio in New Character Forum, I already started a thread for this rp, and posted my character.))


The moon appeared to its full extremity, giving off an eerie cold light from the heavens, and casting pale hues over Paris. The night was still young, according to her calculations, Isabell had about seven hours, before the first rays of the sun would grace the land.

Isabell was clad in a black gown with crimson lacing, and a black leather bodice, her pale neck and part of her chest visible. She wore a wonderful black fur coat, and matching fur muff. Her beauty was beyond words, it was nearly heartbraking. Isabell's eyes were unclouded, so unlike a mortals, they were so liquid and clear, and luminescent, the color was a brilliant green; long dark lashes lidded them, and her chalk white skin made her look so unwordly. Isabell's hair was held up letting a few stray curling strands adorn her face. The face that remained solemn and resolute, but in search. Constantly in search...

Isabell was now going idly down a sidewalk, studying the faces of all the people around her. How she loathed them, and envied them. Loathing them, because they wanted what she had, and envying them, because they had what she wanted. They had no idea how incredibly lucky they were, but they were ignorant, they did not know any better. And every other night, one died.


Finally, her eyes caught a young man and woman, striding into an alley way, though, she knew instantly only one was mortal. She could keenly hear the rapid heartbeat of the foolish woman in which the man led, she could nearly taste her on her lips, smelling her perfume from where she stood. But she was not concerned with the mortal. Instead, her zealous eyes locked on the man, following him until he went out of sight into the alley. It had been years since she saw one such as herself. Since she left Nathaniel..

Her hunger was beginning to drive her mad, but she could not let this one slip so easily from her. She could still faintly detect his own heartbeat, more irregular, like her own; stronger, and more like a drum. She ignored her thirst, and went without a second thought, around the corner, and into the alley...

She spotted them, not too far ahead of herself, the woman giggling, swooning over the other vampire. She watched silently in the distance, still unnoticed, and more intrigued than ever. She wanted to know this vampire's style. Would he do it instantly? Or would he play around with this mortal, making her fall in love with him, making her trust him before he would strike.

She stood silently in the shadow of the wall, away from the glare of the light that barely protruded into the alley, eyes wide and fixated on the two. She was so still and quiet in fact, that not even the vampire would notice her unless he tried, or she made herself apparent...

[KiaraSiladhiel]

the womans girlish laughter ranging in his ears. he looked in her eyes and saw not a strand of fear. he leaned in closer, and she pressed up against him. though no warmth came from her. her perfume was over powering. tilting his head to her neck she gigled again.

kind of ironic really, she is laughing in the face of death he thought. but he was growing tired of this foolish game. without a moments hesitation he bite down hard. she scream rang, then was intantly cut off. she sank to the ground stone cold, but he waited a moment before moving to eat.

her laughter, her playfulness, it all reminded him that he wasnt a mortal. he could never love these people...

[Annwyn]

Her bright green green eyes seemed to gleam like that of a cats in the night once a stream of light ran passed them, as she stepped forward from the shadows, and toward the two figures. He didn't seem to wait long, for he had already sank his teeth into her flesh. Much like Nathaniel. He never wasted time when it came to such matters. She pushed the thought of him away from her mind, along with the conviction he left her with.

The sound of the mortals heartbeat grew fainter and fainter until finally it ended, and she was dead.

Isabell proceeded to walk slowly over to the vampire, her heals making a soft 'clack' against the cobble-stoned alley street. She walked in a graceful manner, like that of royalty or having some feline characteristics. She was tall, and her ebony hair clashed beautifully with her milky white skin, her little pearl earings dangling and shaking somewhat as she moved closer.

She finally stopped a few yards away from him, her appearance now obviously apparent, though she remained utterly silent, her eyes studying him, waiting for him to say something first...

[KiaraSiladhiel]

He looked up shaking his jet black hair from his eyes. "Well, its been long since one like has been around." He stood wiping a trickle of blood that slid down his chin. Gesutring to the lady, now dead he said, "Help yourself, you are more hungry than me."

He stood back. his deep blue eyes wacthing her. his own tall lean figure, clothed in black, leaned against a nearby building. he smiled sowing long slim fangs.
"I have missed our kind" he said. his voice was rich and deep, hinted with a brittish accent. it could make any mortal fall into his arms.

[Lady Isteleth]

OOC: sorry i posted yesterday but my comp is being stupid and it didn't post if u get me lol

IC:

Cassandra sighed the cemetary was sa quiet as a grave, the silence was too much it would wake to dead!
She turned back and back into the streets the crowds jostleing her.

She stood in the center when someone came over toher
"S'cuse me m'ady" a male slurred voice said, she turned and came face to face with a drunk male, she pulled a face she could smell the drink coming off him in waves.
"Yes" she said politely but mysteriously, he looked at her
"I was wonderin that is if ya don mind, if you would...." she stopped him by placing a finger on his lips, he gulped and placed a hand on her arm, it made her dead skin crawl.

"I know the perfect place" she whspered in his ear, she turned and started to walk to the alley he following like a lost sheep.
The man watched every movement she made, every move her dress made, he scanned his eyes looking at every detail off the Black silk dress embroided with gold.
He studied every curve in her body moving his eyes to her head, he could make out in the dim light that her hair was red, red as blood he thought to himself.

"Where you takin me miss" he asked as he looked round the alley after he finally pulled his eyes from her, she stopped and turned to his
"Shhh" she whispered as she moved in on him, she pressed herself against him pushing him against the wall, she started to kiss him on the lips working her way down to his neck.

She parted her mouth slightly when he placed both hands on her bottom and squeezed, she felt the anger surghe through her, she took no hesition and sank her fangs into his neck, he gasped and laughed but soon realised what she was doing, his scream rang out into the night but soon cut short, she pulled away and let go off him, he fell to the floor.

She stood and watched him, listening to the last faint beats off his heart, she opened the clutch and pulled out a simple Petunia, she dropped it on him as his heart gave the last beat......he was dead.

[KiaraSiladhiel]

Another scream peirced the night, and he smiled. sighing softly he turned back to Issabel (sry if i spelled it wrong) and watched her. his eyes glinted,. "ive missed having one like me around." he said softly

[Annwyn]

Her eyes narrowed with confusion as the man stood back up, wiping the blood from his lips. Had he just drank that young womans blood.. after she had died?? What sort of vampire could do this and not be killed?

Suddenly, a man and woman stepped around the corner into the alley, the woman pushing the drunk man against the wall, and kissing him very briskly, as if in a rush. Isabell could smell the liquor from his breath, and her nose wrinkled somewhat in disgust, but she payed no mind to them, turning her head just as the other woman had bitten the man.

Immediately, she looked back around, peircing green eyes fixing on the woman. Another? How can there be so many in one night? In the same alley? Her brows furrowed confusedly, and she stepped away from the man and back towards the woman, standing between them both. Five bodies, two dead and gone, and three present and dead as well...

When she spoke her voice seemingly soft and enchanting, was dark, and barely audible.

" Who are you? Both of you? And how are you so strong to drink the blood of a dead woman?" She looked back at the young man, who was now leaning against the wall. He was british.. she could hear it quite distinctly in his voice, his accent. She was full blooded french, but her accent was not so strong.

[KiaraSiladhiel]

He chuckled softly. "There may be a lot about me that you shall never come to know. That is one. Lets just say... it runs in my blood." He grinned devilishly and nodded to the other lady. but hunger overcame him and he bent back down to feast some more on his prey.

[Lady Isteleth]

Cassandra stepped over her now dead prey and walked towards the woman
"I have been a vampire since the romans, and in time you do loose how to respect your prey, though i will always leave my calling card behind" she nodded at the fallen Petunia now lying on her preys chest, she smiled at the other woman.
"I'm Cassandra born and bred in what is now called America" she smiled and stepped forward but turned to the man instead.
"You must be incredibly powerfull to drink from the dead, and take your victims death into your own hands and still live." she looked down in disgust at the man.

[Annwyn]

She gazed at the woman blankly, her face completely void of emotion. " Then it seems you and I are about the same age.. though you are a little older.. But I have not lost my respect for the dead, nor will I ever."

She looked away, averting her eyes back down to the man who was now feasting apon the mortal..

" Tell me, Cassandra, how does leaving your "card, " make it alright..How does leaving a simple flower apon the carcus make it better. It mocks death, that is all it does.." She did not look at the female vampire as she spoke, but kept her eyes on the dead woman at her feet.

[Lady Isteleth]

Cassandra looked at the woman
"By placing a simple flower on the body to me is respectful, whatever you may think i do not care this is the way i do things" she laughed
"i'm sorry" she smiled and turned to walk away