Blood, Lust, and Tears (Vampire, fiction, rp)( started, Always Accepting)

[Master of The Dark]

[spoiler=Rules]
All YCM rules apply
mainly no spaming,
no god moding,
And keep the cursing to a minumem
No back seat charactering (mean no telling others how their characters can talk walk or play around)
This is a vampire RP so there will be violince but please try to keep it to a PG 15 level[/spoiler]



New York City 1788:
Dimitry walked into his home his sister run up to him. "Dimitry, Dimitry, Papa told us about what happened in town are you alright?" They ask as the drowsy Dimitry sniffs the air his teeth exstained.... His mother in the kitchen hears the girls Talking and then silance a few moments later a low scream comes from the mud room. dimitry comes walking into the kitchen right as his mother turns around to face to sink to clean her hand not looking at dimitry. "Mother I'm thursty do you have what I need?" The blood drenshed Dimitry asks in a low but sweet and teander voice. "I have some tea in the icebox if you want. What was the scream I he...." Not even let his mother finish her sentence he longes and rips her throat out drinking the vidal fluids as the run every where. He then walks in to the backyard and does away with his father and then the Familiy's pet dog.



Sydney Australia 1802:
arrives in Sydney Australia and begeans looking for the grave of his love bride to be as hes walking down the street he sees a girl that looks much like his love. buy her skin was pail and her eyes were red as blood, as he entried a pud he lost site of her. Later that night he ran through the City looking for the girl to talk to her but no matter where he looked he couldn't find her.

[Brimtosis]

1912: High Wycombe, England
Zamore cracked his knuckles. His vision blured, and his mucsles tensed. Blood started to seep from his hands where the nails bit into his skin. He lowered his stance, and closed his mind of to any outside noise. He then lunged forwards and smashed his fist into the wall. He heard the wall smash, he saw the wall crack under the pressure of the punch. He looked at his knuckles. They were a bit grazed, but fine in all respects. He then heard a gasp of air. He spun round, to see a young girl and boy, each afraid and very curious, as only a child can be. Zamore smiled in an insane way. To his twisted mind, they would be the first victims of his global genocide.

2010: New York City, United States of America
Zamore looked out of a glassles window. There was something happening tonight. One of the night clubs, he could recal, was having a special guest. It was a singer, for whome he had no idea even excisted, but many people would be there. He decided to go and see what it would be like if he could kill them all. So, he went. He made sure he was last in the line so that when they started disalowing entrance, he could kill them...

[CrystalCyae]

1860: Melbourne, Victoria.

"Hey you, are you lost? Do you need any help?" Shikoya asked the lost looking man. He looked up and smiled. "Why yes, I do need some help." Shikoya smiled sweetly "What's the problem?" The man gave a sly grin. "I. Need. BLOOD!!!!" He screamed, lunging foward. Shikoya screamed, trying to wrench him off. He laughed maniacally, and bit down hard on her neck. Shikoya screamed loudly, then slumped to the ground. The man looked at her. "Seems a shame to kill the girl off. She's too innocent for that." He bit again, sucking a bit more blood, and injecting a vampiric virus into Shikoya's veins. The man smiled evily. "There, my work is done. When she wakes up, she will be a vampire like me!" He laughed. "This I want to see."

2010: Melbourne, Victoria.

Shikoya bit her lip sadly as she watched the full moon rise slowly into the sky. It reminded her of that fateful day, when she'd become a vampire.. She bit back her tears. Admittedly, she had sucked blood, but only when extremely neccessary. Like when she was defending her friend from some idiot half-vampire. That had been neccessary for the girl's survival. She glanced downwards. She remembered the strange feeling when that vampire injected her with the vampire virus that had turned her into one. Thankfully, Shikoya hadn't used it yet, which was a relief. She looked back at the moon, and a crystal tear slid down her cheek. "Why me? Of all people, why me?" She asked the moon. It shone merrily, as if to mock her question.

[Brimtosis]

2010: Night Club, New York, United States of America
"Thank you for letting me in on such short notice." Zamore walked on through the door, his hand covered in blood, and the gaurds missing a few body parts. He turned the myriad of corners to reach the actual club. There were lasers, spotlights, flouresent tubs of paint, and tones of people to tear apart. He would enjoy this. And he was already smiling with glee. Suddenly, he caught something out of his eye. It was a girl with white skin, and red eyes. Even he knew that could not be part of a night club. He slinked after her, careful to not allert her senceis. As he got closer, he realised that she was not the one who had changed him, but was just a surf. Still, he needed the training...

1910: Oxford University, England
Zamore strugled to get up. He had lost so much blood. And the sight of his friend made him sick. He could not bring himself go back in there. He rubber his neck, and felt two lumps of torn flesh in the side. He screached so loud the the crows and raverns didn't even dare to circle around the free meal. He was one of them. That is how he had got up. He should be dead, but he wasn't. Blood had stopped trickling from his wounds, and he looked to see his mangled arm healing. It had already made a scar tissue. He decided to hunt thay vampire down after getting the hang of things.

[Master of The Dark]

1980: Berlin Germany
Dimitry walked in to a night club and found a beautiful young lady and asked her to dance after three dances he begain to use his powers to minipulate her to do his biding after any years hes found out that if a human is about ot die and a vampire saves then out of the humans choise then you can not be killed or foruced into exile. So he put thoughts of death and becoming a vampire in to her subconsues and the. "Please turn me into your soulmate please?" The young lady begged of him, As she shattered a beer bottle and then started a fight with a girl twice her size and slite the girls cheek in doing so she cut her own neck and feel to the floor. Seeing this Dimitry carried her out of the club in one arm using his powers again to have the rest of the club goers forget what had just happened. in the ally way behind the club dimitry asked her. "Are you sure you want to become a vampire it's going to hurt alot." In saying this Dimitry bites the young ladies neck draining her of most of her blood and then filling her vain with vampire venom breathing life into her almost lifeless body.

She stumbled to her feet and looked at Dimitry. Her blue eyes now a deep vibrent reddish violet. "May i ask your name Sir?" The new born asked of him. "Yes my human name was Dimitry Relitery, But my vampier name is Fear. Evernyone still calls me Dimitry so I guess I'm Dimitry Fear Now." he replied with a smile and a set of bloody fang. "Ah Ok well I'll call you Fear as you would have liked it, And my name is Rose Frostline." "Such a lovely name for such a lovely girl. But what shall your New name be?" "I would like to be known as Frost or Rose Frost You can call me which ever you like." As Dimitry and Rose walked back to the club to find a feeding body for Rose, Dimitry thought to himself. "She reminds me so much of Rori it's almost like shes from Rori's bloodline.'

[Brimtosis]

2010: Ney York, United States of America
He had followed the girl out of the night club. She moved quickly and quietly, but she was easy to follow. She walked along the roads of the city, and turned into the driveway of her house. It was a small house, and had no proper walls. It had a dark proun walls, and tinted black windows. "I guess she isn't a day-walker," he said to himself, "or she wouldn't need those windows to stop the light." he walked in towards the house. He noted the geometric perfection of the tiles, and how each one made a different shape. He then came to the door. He tapped it, and found that it was a few inches thick. It then creaked open, and the girl looked through the doorway. "Why, hello, I haven't seen you before. If you want to come in, you can." He could of just tore out her throught with ease, but decided against it. He went inside...

[Time Psyduck]

Waterloo, United Netherlands, 1815:

There had been another battle here. The ground was covered with bodies, heaps of corpses and masses of wounded, slowly dying from the lack of care. Henry had had his fill of blood during the short summer night, and was now leaving. [i]Such carnage,[/i] he thought, [i]This could almost be dangerous. This level isn't a problem, but if they get much bigger...[/i]

Portsmouth, England, 1787:

A small fleet of ships was gathered in the harbour. Not that this was a surprise, but this was different - most of the people aboard were criminals, in custody. The entire fleet was due to head to 'New Holland', an large island somewhere in the south. It had been discovered a while ago, but Henry had never actually gone there. It would be another vampire that would be heading there first, having managed to get a position amongst the guards, and who was now organising them being boarded onto the ship. [i]So you're really going then,[/i] he thought, watching from afar, his face shaded by the hat he wore.

York, England, 1989:

Of course it was long gone by now. It had been that way for centuries now, but still he came back to the site, where that girl's house had been. Any trace of it that remained were now buried beneath centuries of rubble. Even if the house there now was a more modern building, the home to a family that had moved up from the south a few hunderd years ago, the site was that of Henry's oldest memory, and he didn't want to lose it. He'd already lost too many over the years.

[Brimtosis]

1910: Oxford University, England

[color="#000080"]"CYNDY, IF I SEE YOU AGAIN, I WILL SLAUGHTER YOU!" This roar of outrage was enough to make Cyndy shiver. This was the first time she had ever been truly [i]scared[/i] since she was a Vampire after her transformation. It was a new concept to her. [i]'What have I done?'[/i] she thought to herself. All she was going to do was turn him into a mindless drone. But, this had not worked on him. He was not just in love with her because of her charm, but he was [i]deeply[/i] in love with her. And the way that she broke his heart was monumental. He was probably going to find her, but she was safe to have one last drink before she left. She knew that he would be a day-walker, for she was a day-walker. A small inconvenience. But, he could not track. He was not yet a master of his power. And he was wounded badly.
As she walked through the hall, she spotted Augustine. He was a smart lad, but was a bit to smart. He turned, and dropped his books. He was about to scream, but she grabbed him across his mouth, and slammed him against the wall. She whispered "Goodbye, Augustine. You were realy nice, but you knew to much." She then bit him, and after a few miuits he was dry of all blood. Then there was another roar. "GET BACK HERE AND FIGHT ME!" She then jumped up and flew, leving the dead corpse of Augustine on the floor.[/color]

[mew2011]

1802 Sydney, Australia

Rori walked away from her now burning home. "I had to burn the home so that no one will know what I've done to my mother and father." she said walking away. "Rori, wait for me. Can i come with you?" she looked at her little brother the tears running down his cheaks, she looked at the sky and answered " Go to the police and say that me and ma and pa died in the fire I'll come back for you under a new name I wont let them hurt you too."With that she walked away for good knowing she lied to her little brother and that she would never return to him. She went to the pub that her father had taken to her the night before she only looked over her sholder once to see a man looking at her, he looked like her lost love but she thought she was just alittle out of it from what she had just done.

2010 Some pub in Ireland

"Hey can i go in or should I just go somewhere else then?" The man standing in the door way just steped aside letting her pass. She walked over to the bar and sat down and motioned for the bar keep. The bar keep was a teenage boy no older then 19, with red hair and green eyes no wonder every girl in the pub was eyeing him up. "What will you be having?" Those green eyes reminded her of the man she loved, but he was gone. "I'll have a shoot of wisheky and a pint of Guinness please." He walked away and returned with my order, she took the shoot and pounded it down and chased it with the Guinness. The boy lend against the bar and looked at her and asked."So what brings you here? I don't mean to intrude but a girl as beautiful as you are shouldn't be out alone. You must have someone to be with?" She looked at him and his mind was pure as she read it he was asking with truth in his heart. She looked at him and replied."I was in love once but I haven't seen him in a very long time." He just staied quite till he asked if she wanted more, and she agreed as long as he had a shoot too. The night went on like that he was in her trap. "Would you like to walk me home?" She asked. He agreed and she lead him down a dark street. She stopped and he looked at her and asked if she was ok. "I'm sorry, I need you feed." She pinned him to the wall and bit down into his neck. she walked away knowing that she had changed him and that she would have to leave in fear of anyone finding out about her. the boy reached out and moaned." Please don't leave me." She agreed and stayed this boy reminded her of her love Dimitry fear. "So what's your name?" he looked at her,and answered."My name is Conner, and may I ask your name?" She looked down and said. "My birth name is Rori the people know me as the girl who killed her family." [spoiler=Conner and Rori in 2010] [url=http://tektek.org/avatar/40369748][img]http://public5.tektek.org/img/av/1010/d25/1933/e964442.png[/img][/url] [url=http://tektek.org/avatar/40370056][img]http://public5.tektek.org/img/av/1010/d25/1949/c245622.png[/img][/url] [/spoiler]

[Brimtosis]

2010: New York, United States of America

[color="#000080"]Cyndy walked into the club. She was looking for another person to turn into a vampire. She had made many of them, but she still needed more. Though many people think that she is a bad person, it is not actualy true. She is just a harvester. So what that it is of humans and not corn, it is still roughly the same thing to her. She looked around, and saw many diferent types of blood, but then she detected two other types of blood. These had a high concentraition of venom in them. And they were both belonging to her. But, she only had a synaptic link to one of them, the girl. The man wasn't under her control, and she didn't know why. And then it hit her. She shivered. It was Billy. But, by the time she realised, they had left. She went back out to go to the drone's house, before it was too late.[/color]

Zamore went into the house. It was nicely decorated. The walls had solid oak plates, the chairs were leather, the windows had designs on them even though they were tinted. He went over to a chair, and sat down. "Would you like any buiscuits, sir?" asked the woman. She was nice enough, but he didn't like here. "No."
"Some tea?"
"Offer me one more thing, and I swear I will..."
"Drink my blood. Ha! Already done by the master."
"And, does it look like I care who the master is?"
"You will care that Cyndy is the master."
Zamore stopped. She knew of Cyndy. In fact, she was their master. He had lived her, and killed here, many people, and not realised who was here. Then the door flew open.
[color="#000080"]"NAMROS!"[/color]

[Time Psyduck]

Oxford, England, 1910:

"It's strange," the doctor explained, pulling the sheet back from over the body, "It's as if someone drained all his blood whilst he was still alive. In fact that's the cause of death - the loss of blood prevented his body getting oxygen to it's tissues."
"Sounds a painful way to go," Henry replied, looking to the dead boy's neck. There they were, two puncture marks. Someone had done a good job of this one, but hadn't cleared up after themselves, and left the remains for the next unfortunate person to find. "There's your wound. It looks as though they hit the artery. Since it was too clean around the body, I suspect either he was moved or someone collected the blood."
"Collected the blood? Why?"
"Some supposed paranormal ritual of some sort, no doubt. I'll have university make inquiries, but I think that whoever did this will be long gone now."

New York, USA, 1945:

So it was finally over. Fighting had finally ended, at the cost of millions of lives. People were celebrating in the streets, although Henry was satisfied just watching from his apartment. It had been seven long years that he had remained in exile in the United States, moving from town to town when the recruiters came. He'd fought in wars before, and it was too easy to be exposed. Thus, he'd stayed far from the fronts, in a country it was still relatively easy to stay hidden in, as a Brit who'd been shell-shocked in the last war and was thus unfit for duty. But now it was over. He'd stay around for a little longer, but then head back to England - after all, he had somewhere to be.

[Master of The Dark]

2000: Reykjavik Iceland

"So we're here what shall we do first?" Dimitry aske Rose as they walked off the plain. [color="#4B0082"]"how about the Hotle room I'm dead beat tired." She replies with a laugh. "I made a joke did you get it?" With another small giggle.[/color] "Yes I got it now lets see if you get this." Dimitry said as he pysichly slapped her ass. "Now lets get to our room." They walked out into the parking lot and through row after row of car untill Rose spotted a Jeep that looked built for rock crawling. [color="#4B0082"]"This one please?"[/color] "No were going to take this one." Dimitry was pointing at a Nissan Skyline that looked like it just came off the show room floor. they got in and begain heading to the Hotle.

[Brimtosis]

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Zamore turned to face Cyndy. She was a bit taller than he remembered. But she still wore the school uniform. "Namros. That was my surname if I remember correctly. It's been a while since someone called me this. Probably 'cause I killed most of the people that got in contact with me. Or maybe that is because Billy doesn't exsist any more. Maybe 'cause I'm now known as ZAMORE!" After shouting his name, he roared and lept at her. He then grabbed her by the neck, as if choking her, and lifting her off the floor. She looked down at him. "I lost my humanity that day. I lost my mortality. I lost my friend that day."
[color="#000080"]"You also lost your sanity and mind that day. Or has it always been like that?"[/color] She said, and the grip intensifyed. Not as if it made a difference. She could still breath. "You make jokes of my misfortune?"
[color="#000080"]"Hell yeah. I find it funny."[/color] His nails were cuting into her skin.[color="#000080"]"I mean, all I see you as, is a failed attempt to make a perfect vampire. You just came out with the wrong frame of mind. I think I should change that."[/color]
As she said that, her eyes went a deep red. She then lunged out with her knee, and broke some of his ribs. She fell to the floor, and he stumbled backwards. He clung onto his chest, and a dark black ichor seeped out. Blood was mixed in with the wound, but it was also venom. He coughed, wiped his mouth, and stood upright. It had stopped bleeding, and had made a scar tissue. Some cracks could be heard as the bones reaserted and mended themselves.
She had managed to land on her feet, and had watched the whole thing.
"Ready for Round 2?" Zamore enquired, as he launched himself at her.

[mew2011]

2010 Small town in Ireland

[color="#9932CC"]"Ok, Conner you have to feed before we go to say good bye to your family."[/color]Conner looked at Rori with confused look in his eyes and said. [color="#0000FF"]"Is that so I don't kill them?"[/color] he stopped and remembered why Rori was all alone, he felt like an ass till she said.[color="#9932CC"] ”Yes so that you never have to live with what I have to....." [/color]she just walked away and like she was going to leave him behind if he didn’t keep up. They walked to a near by train station when Conner stopped suddenly. Rori looked over her shoulder to see what was up with her new found friend when she releized he was ready to kill the man on the platform. She walked over and asked.[color="#9932CC"] "Conner who is that? Is he someone that hurt you or dose he smell good?"[/color]He just looked at her and replied[color="#0000FF"]."No he raped my little sister and got away with it cause she's a mute and can't talk so she couldn't tell anyone about him!"[/color]She put her hand on his shoulder and whispered.[color="#800080"] "Then kill him. Make him pay for what he did to her. His blood will help and he won't be able to hurt anyone ever again."[/color]Conner Slanked up behind the man and grabbed his head and snapped his neck, As the lifeless body fell to the platform Conner dropped to his knees and bit down on the mans neck, As the mans skin turn to a pail pink almost white Conners eyes turned a viberent green with a red ring around the iris. Conner stood over the mans body like a young wolf pround of his first kill. Rori walked over and looked down at the body and said. [color="#9932CC"]"Ok Conner the next train that comes throw the body on the tracks."[/color] Conner just noded his head and did what she said. The next three nights were the hardest yet she had him kill 3 women and two men so that he was ready to say good bye. Rori had Conner go to his family home, the house was a small three bed room home with a large front yard. Conner walked into his home and Rori walked in behind him. Conner aproched a women in the what seemed like a living room it was his mother and he asked. [color="#0000FF"]"Mom I need to go away for awhile. I know what you're going to say that you need me here to help with little Genesis but its best for your safety both of you."[/color]

[Brimtosis]

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[color="#000080"]Cyndy fell backwards and kicked him in the ribs again. He flew over her and smashed through the window. She wasn't expecting that. And now it would be public. [i]'Oh no.'[/i] she thought. She then saw Zamore, as he liked to call himself, get up and look at her. She knew this wouldn't turn out well. He had some kind of power, probably different to her's, and probably something to do with strength. So, she tore across the floor, leapt out the window, and punched him in the face, breaking his nose and his glasses. She then grabbed his leg while he was falling, and flung him back into the house, to try and contain the situation. But he got up again. And as she lept through the window to try and take him out, he just side-stepped out of the way, and pushed her up by her waist. She was efectivly flung into the solid oak walls. She smacked into them, dazed, and had managed to crack the oak badly. Her blood lust went away, as she could not concentrait. Zamore just stood there, looking at her, before raising his hand and aiming at her.[/color] "Cyndy, oh Cyndy, 'part from me, what do you fear?" [color="#000080"]He said in a sing-song like voice. A dark shadow smothered her, and she began to relive her fears.[/color] "It wasn't like it was 30 years ago, was it? Or are you to enthraled by the mental images in your brain?" [color="#000080"]He smiled, and walked away. He had won this battle.[/color]

[Master of The Dark]

last post contiuned:

Dimitry and Rose have arrived at the hotel and are unpacking.[color="#4B0082"] "So after this we're going to the Hot springs right?" Rose asked as she put the last pair of pants she had packed and the laied on the bed at turned on the tv while she waited for Dimitry to finish his unpacking.[/color] "Yes we'll go to the hot springs after we're done here then we'll ditch the car and find a new one." Dimitry repiled as he opened the first of five coolers and pulled out a bottle of blood he then walked to the bar and got two cups then put the bottle in the microwave. "Would you like some warm blood?" He added while looking over at the bed.

[Time Psyduck]

Tokyo, Japan, 1976

It was inevitable. Although Henry didn't need to feed that often, when he did, he needed significant quantities of blood. Now was one of those times. The question was, whether he drained his prey altogether or just took a little. The former meant he could dispose of any evidence, and was less taxing on his self-control. The latter however didn't spark as much panic, and meant he could take a second portion.

In the end, he went for the second option, and soon had a young woman cornered in an alleyway. He leaned in, she too afraid to fight back, and sunk his fangs into the soft flesh in her neck. He had to be careful - he didn't want the virus in his body flowing back into hers. It had been at least a century, probably more, since he last converted someone, and he had no plans to start again now. As much as the youngsters were obsessed with having partners, he had done it enough, and although he was mostly on good terms with those he had turned, he didn't want to add another complicated relationship to those he already had.

He withdrew his fangs as the girl seemed to grow weak. "You won't tell anyone about this," he said. It was not a question.

"No, sir," she replied, before slumping to the ground.


Market Bosworth, England, 1985

It had been 500 years. Such a figure still didn't quite sit in his brain, even if he'd been there for the whole thing. Five hundred years before, just to the south of this town, there had been a battle that had changed this land's future. For the second and final time, an English King had died on the field of battle, and a different Henry had taken his place. That action was one of a long chain that would lead to the world of today. Henry had always felt odd, and he suspected the fact that he was, in effect, a living relic of more than one age of history, had something to do with it. He had seen the rise and fall of empires, had seen history made so many times, and yet the same mistakes kept being repeated. Yet he never quiet felt that the Vampires would do a better job. Maybe him, and few of the other older vampires, who'd seen everything before, could do it, but none of them really had any desire to. The ones that wanted to, like the humans, were probably not suitable for the purpose.

[Brimtosis]

1980: Missile Silo, Siberia

Zamore added the final totches to the missile. The blocks of C4 were going to go up big with the rest of the nuke. He knew this. And it would be intentional. All he needed to do was fool the early warning system, set the C4 on a timer, and fly away to somewhere which will be practicaly untouched. It was an ingenious plan, if you thought about it. He would be the only one to survive the onsetting apocalips, and no human nor vampire would survive. Except for him. And he would be happy once again.
He walked over to the person in the control tower. He was scratched, and his left leg was covered in suculent blood. But his last drink would have to wait. "Now, Mister Prologve," he satarted in a cool tone, and in fluent Russian (he had taken the corse for a few years, and now he was excelent), "I want you to inform the President that the Americans have launched a missile strike and it is going to hit the base in 11 minuits. And I need it to sound professional. Yes?"
The scared worker nodded febly. But just as he was about to start the message, his neck was snapped by another vampire. Zamore span round, and saw his creator. "Cyndy." He spat out poisonuously.
[color="#000080"]"The one and only." She said, before stripping the nukes of the plastic explosives. She then chucked them out of the iron doors and into the snow.[/color]
"How did you know that I would be here?" he enquired.
[color="#000080"]"Well, I have contacts in this business. One of them had over heard you sub vocalising your plan. So, I decided to follow you to the base and you were there. It wasn't that hard. All you need are friends, Billy."[/color] Zamore roared at this comment, and lept at her. She just simply took him by the arm and chucked him into the roof. It buckled, and he fell back down towards her. Again this was repeated untill he broke through He landed with a thud on the snow covered concreat. She flew out and landed softly on the snow, and kicked him. [color="#000080"]"Don't try this again. Please. It hurts having to kick you around like that. Especialy because your from my gene-seed of poison."[/color]
"Go to hell," he said feebly, before going unconsious.