Renzo Giovanni (Jun 4, 2011 7:44:08 PM)
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Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 7:57:11 PM)
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Renzo Giovanni (Jun 4, 2011 8:02:28 PM)
The mediterranean styled three-bedroom brick was swallowed in darkness. Lights that should have been were not. Glass of a broken overhead streetlight would crunch beneath tires as the Toreador arrived. The front door, once again was open. All was silent in the humid air of the recently born evening. When Rylie stepped across the threshold into the den of the beast, the scent of blood would be overwhelming. In the pale light of a crescent moon the walls could be seen almost painted in the thick crimson. "Clothes off. Now." Came words that echoed from the sitting room and into the hall.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 8:08:16 PM)
She toyed with the end of one of the two copper braids that her gorgeous red tresses hung over her shoulders in. A small royal purple sundress and designer sandals completed the look, the air was humid and held a heat most southerners were used to. Amber gold eyes flickered as she approached his front door and walked in cautiously...the scent of vitae so thick in her nose that she gasped....and in that second his words filled her ears, and it was not at all what she imagined his first words to her would be. Her senses with strengthened by use of Auspex and pale fingers moved to the strap of the dress, sliding it down her arm as she moved towards where he was in the home...Gaze narrowed and full lips formed a frown, she moved with a lithe step, the woman had changed a bit in his absense, she had always moved with a confidant grace, but now she had a slink to her. The dress feel to her ankles with a glide over smooth flesh, and she stood there in a matching lace bra and thong....those strappy stiletto sandals

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 8:08:36 PM)
feel=fell*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 8:09:47 PM)
(( OMG Typos... with strengthened = were strengthened))

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 8:13:42 PM)
....those strappy stiletto sandals, still clasping her delicate feet.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 8:13:51 PM)
(( and I didn't realise it cut me off hahah))

Renzo Giovanni (Jun 4, 2011 8:20:07 PM)
There was a stirring of shadows to her left as Renzo cast aside a drained corpse. The body tumbled to a chair of wood. The creaking planks broke beneath vampiric force and the weight of Renzo's prey. His bare feet made the faintest of sounds to Rylie's heightened sense. In moments the Italian was before her. She could hear him draw a breath to steal her scent. Though her eyes were bound by the shadows within the pitch home, her other senses would seem especially keen. Was it what he had wanted? She could feel the heat from burned vitae radiating from his skin. He was alive, or as alive as any vampire got and as far as Rylie could tell, completely nude. Then she felt his arms come around her and his face tilted into her neck so he might feel her against him. Little did the Toreador know he needed to feel her for more reasons than one. There was the ache of their bond and the time they had lost during his imprisonment. But he also sought to purge the memory of the Donna's cold flesh on him. The joy of rebirth m

Renzo Giovanni (Jun 4, 2011 8:20:17 PM)
The joy of rebirth made shameful by one of the two very women who saved him. Rylie could feel that need as one undeniable embrace. His palms were wet as they pressed against her back, fingers kneading. For a moment there were no words.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 8:30:27 PM)
Words could not transcend, he was correct. None passed the Rose's lips as she took in his heat, her cool flesh made less so, by her own use of the precious blood inside her. A shudder coursed her, as she had considered never being able to feel or see him again. The strength of emotion that rocked the more human of the two Kindred sent tears welling and coursing in crimson trails down paie cheeks. Like some macabre horror story, the pretty red head allowed her emotion to flow unbidden. Arms entwined as she pressed closer, as if to meld with him she clung to his form, allowing her sense of smell and touch to do the seeing. Fingers roamed through his inky hair, and her hand clasped the back of his neck as her fangs extended and she plunged them into the space of his neck that lay there beneath her mouth. She was a woman of extremes, and at that moment with her beast so close to the surface by the smell of his recent feast...She wanted to revisit the way his taste made her feel as if nothing else mattered. She wa

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 8:30:34 PM)
She was a woman of extremes, and at that moment with her beast so close to the surface by the smell of his recent feast...She wanted to revisit the way his taste made her feel as if nothing else mattered. She wanted to be the first to make the statement knowing his bite would be painful she trembled waiting for it....

Renzo Giovanni (Jun 4, 2011 8:37:39 PM)
She felt a tremble of ecstasy course through his shoulders as her fangs found purchase. The sound that left his lips was carnal and wanton. A growl that she could feel vibrating in his chest. Fingers clenched at her lower back just as she felt the softness of his mouth on the skin above her collar bone. The touch was deceptively gentle because the bite that followed was anything but. Had the ecstasy of tasting his blood tempered the agony of Renzo's own devouring? She felt his tongue play at the wound, welcoming her vitae as it flowed down his throat with deep swallows. His chocolate eyes closed and the two vampires held each other, feasting upon one another. It might as well have been sex for the undead, even mortals could not dream of such intimacy.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 8:43:34 PM)
It was better than any sex she'd ever had. Besides the pain his bite gave her she still welcomed it, the pain and the elation of knowing he was hers once again. Her mouth left his neck for a moment as a soft moan ripped from her throat at the feel of him licking at wound he had made. Tear streaked face showing every emotion that would normally be concealed by a smirk, everything laid bare by their sharing of a bond. The first words she could get past her mouth were those that held meaning only between the two of them. "Alteo...." And that was it....and she clung to him harder and let her mouth reclose over the wound that had been leaking between them as she spoke...slickening them with the dark slimey feel of bathing in blood.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 8:43:43 PM)
(( hahaha... ewww! so hot ! ))

Renzo Giovanni (Jun 4, 2011 8:56:00 PM)
It was exactly as he wanted. A bath of blood with the woman who had saved his life. The content realization in that simple truth was plain to divine as Renzo licked her wound closed and sank to his knees before her. His stained lips kissed her belly, leaving the perfect outline of his mouth upon her smooth skin. His arms closed around her thighs and he pressed his cheek against her belly button. Then the words came. They were dizzying in their certainty. Something was different about Renzo, it was a clarity, a sense of purpose. "You saved me. In more ways that one. The simple matter of it is that I have failed us quite completely. Tragic really. Though death didn't leave me without a parting gift. A truth that kept me from slipping away forever..."

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 9:01:46 PM)
Amaryllis let her hands clasp his jaw as she tilted his head up so she could stare into those dark chocolate eyes. She could see albeit barely as her eyes had adjusted to the darkness...though nothing clear could be made out. "Your cousin called me and said you were dead and it was my fault...." She whispered in sorrow...the mere thought still caused her to get sick. "I didn't know....all I knew was I still could feel you in me..." She tried to make sense of her words and she couldn't...she knew how the bonds worked, but she'd never had one break in the way that theirs had almost faced. "What truths did you learn? " She asked him...curious.

Renzo Giovanni (Jun 4, 2011 9:09:05 PM)
He swallowed, still tasting her deliciousness on the back of his tongue. Renzo looked into her shadowy ambers, his own eyes hazy with the intoxication of their vampiric lovemaking. "That blood is all that matters. Your blood. My blood. Giovanni blood." A pause as if giving weight to what he said. "Words. Actions. Emotions. They're flighty fickle things that make unlife colorful but they don't -matter-. You came back for me. Who else would have?"

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 9:14:31 PM)
"Would you have done the same for me?" She asked him, and her heart plummetted... she had a feeling of doubt that he would. Rylie's demeanor, had been that of a love struck woman...had no bond existed between them, she would not have saved the Giovanni..her face hinted at shame, and she whispered. "Would you have come for me? And would you have been willing to go up against whoever would have had me...?" She swallowed.."You managed to be captured by someone, that somehow has a misplaced idealogy in friendship....she felt she owed it to me to not kill you...." She said sternly. "The next one might not be so easily stayed and manipulated into giving you up......for nothing." She spat out. "Your family came and got you quicker than any of my clan would have..." She didn't have a god complex, as Primogens went, Rylie though deserving their loyalty, was humble in many ways..

Renzo Giovanni (Jun 4, 2011 9:31:00 PM)
"I would come for you Amaryllis DeCuir. There is little I can imagine that I would not do for you. This is the power of our blood dance. This is our strength. And the Donna knows this. I will tell you what I know darling, but it is your move now as to our next step to glory." Fingers roamed over her body. She could have been the canvas of a finger painting and Renzo was the artist, striping her with red like some Goddess of Sacrifice. Then after a moment he continued. "The Donna wants to see our bond broken. She may even try to kill you to do it..."

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 9:33:17 PM)
Amaryllis stilled under his smooth strokes, as he spoke words of perceived threats. "Why? Does this bond hold no allure to her, a member of her clan bonded to a Primogen of the most powerful Camarilla clan in the City?" She laughed then. "Let her fucking come Renzo.....let her come..." Eyes narrowed and her voice dipped into a dangerous whisper.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 9:33:46 PM)
(( maybe a small god complex ))

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 9:33:49 PM)
(( LMAO))

Renzo Giovanni (Jun 4, 2011 9:34:19 PM)
(lol)

Renzo Giovanni (Jun 4, 2011 9:38:28 PM)
"If that is what you think is best..." He replied with a hungry whisper. "There are other options though darling. Tangling with an elder powerful enough to awaken me again is not something I am keenly looking forward to..."

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 9:40:25 PM)
"What options?" She asked him, lifting him by his chin to come eye to eye with her. Her blood painted body looked like something of a Lhiannon inspired rite of blood magics and spells. The thick copper braids that hung on either side of her face gave her a medeival appeal.

Renzo Giovanni (Jun 4, 2011 9:43:11 PM)
Renzo's chin was easily lifted and he looked into her eyes while fingers continued their tracing over Rylie's warmed flesh. "We show her that our arrangement benefits my family." The response held as many questions and answers and yet the Italian was not pushing Rylie in one direction or another. It was curiously supportive. He smiled and broke her gaze before she felt the moist touch of his warm tongue at the start of one of those sticky lines he had drawn. It was now like a game for him to clean her of the grisly paint. There was something morbid and sensual about it all at the same time.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 9:50:40 PM)
Her chest rose with what would have been a death rattle, as lungs swelled her breasts under the gasp of breath she took in a throwback of mortality. Gold eyes narrowed, and fingers clasped into his scalp to hold his roaming tongue still on her body where he was. "If she cannot see it already, then more the fool she will be..." The Primogen sneered and then shrugged a pale shoulder and pressed him backwards hoping to make him stumble and hold her weight with the fall. Regardless she was pressed closer to him then was necessary... almost to ensure her dominance. She had saved him, he owed her....he owed her huge, and she'd have him prove the same worth. "You had better start proving your worth to me, Renzo....I've placed my ass out for you twice that I can recall....in the last month alone.." She hissed.

Delirious (Jun 4, 2011 9:50:41 PM)
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Delirious (Jun 4, 2011 9:50:43 PM)
[Farty Fart Mcfarten! *FART*]

Delirious (Jun 4, 2011 9:50:45 PM)
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Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 9:50:48 PM)
LMAO

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 9:50:50 PM)
))

Renzo Giovanni (Jun 4, 2011 9:50:53 PM)
(hahaha)

Renzo Giovanni (Jun 4, 2011 10:00:34 PM)
Renzo's eyes narrowed and the smile that touched his lips was cryptic as she leaned into him with her fist in his hair. "Or what? Honey, we're bound. Perhaps you missed that I am kneeling at -your- feet? You are my queen and I am your lord. It can be no other way. Even if the beautiful woman does not love Renzo, your beast adores Alteo. With that said darling. I more than desire playing my old games as enforcer to my family. And as far as I'm concerned my lover, you are part of that family." And as much as he gave her a verbal acquiescence, his body took a demanding desire. Potent hands grabbed wrists and clenched, pulling her arms to the side so he could finish cleaning the blood from her skin as if she were a dessert to be cherished.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 10:14:07 PM)
A soft gasp as her body warmed under his tongue, twisting and moving in a manner more seductive than dominant. She submitted immediately to his blood influenced movements. She let her head fall back softly as she whispered through clenched teeth. "You know I adore you, idiot... or I would never have even attempted saving you." She was careful to not say love....it was a word she refused to use. She bent capturing his mouth in a savage kiss, her teeth pricking into the fuller lower lip as she tasted him again...insatiable. "The Prince is still missing...." She whispered in his ear..."Poe keeps talking about replacing him with either a duplicate or a new one..."

Renzo Giovanni (Jun 4, 2011 10:17:44 PM)
"You. Take the throne." He suggested with a straightforward candor. The playful raise of his eyebrows told that he was serious but completely amused by the high risk of such a gamble. "Make Carla Primogen and give Blaise Seneschal. If any move against you then you have more support than one queen needs. Or you could always be naughty and make a deal with the Sabbat."

Renzo Giovanni (Jun 4, 2011 10:19:26 PM)
He spoke while working her skin with tongue, giving her all the dark possibilities that might lead to power and yet leaving the decision to her. Renzo seemed willing to support the Primogen regardless of the choice. He did after all, owe her big. And this Giovanni paid in diamonds.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 10:20:45 PM)
"Fuck Blaise..." She said coldly. "I'd make one of my own Seneschal before that back stabbing bitch...." Her eyes narrowed. "She could have capitalized off of Carla's insane urges for power, instead she fucked it up for everyone else... and made herself look bad....why would I make that idiot Seneschal... to have her plot my downfall with the other court monkeys?" She scolded.

Renzo Giovanni (Jun 4, 2011 10:23:24 PM)
"Because you need the support of the Ventrue." He spoke against her hip where he teased himself with the heady taste painted over her. "Fuck her indeed, but after you've warmed yourself to the throne. A queen does not fight two wars at once, darling. We need -everyone- to think you're the best idea."

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 10:27:05 PM)
She frowned and shrugged. "I don't even know if -I'm- the best choice..." She admitted softly to him. "I am still young in this role of Primogen Renzo... we have an unlife..."

Renzo Giovanni (Jun 4, 2011 10:31:56 PM)
"Then we bide our time. But why so eager to bring the Prince back? Isn't it more interesting with him gone?" He nodded his head with consideration. Renzo took a breath and basked in the scent of their pleasure, squeezing her close. "All I suggest my lover, is that you take every possibility into account. There are -so- many choices here."

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 10:34:13 PM)
"It is dangerous...more than you can understand..." She nodded... "Though the idea of faking the role of Prince....under the guise of protecting his throne from usurpers...holds merit..I'll give it to Poe."

Renzo Giovanni (Jun 4, 2011 10:38:30 PM)
"Give what to Poe? The throne?" Renzo blinked as if surprised by that choice. "As you wish." Was the only arguement he offered. Clearly his paths had taken himself down fatal paths, so he was pleased to try her approach.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 10:39:29 PM)
"No... I'll give him credit for the idea....then I am not liable.." She grinned..."You following or do I need to draw a diagram with chalk?" She purred against his ear.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 4, 2011 10:39:53 PM)
"To place a duplicate Vedmundr on the throne, to push our agenda..."

Renzo Giovanni (Jun 4, 2011 10:42:30 PM)
"I think we've found a better medium for our art, darling. Chalk is so last month." He growled back and turned to face her purring lips to trap them in a kiss. Then a nod. "A duplicate it is then. I might suggest making your agenda very clear with me darling, so we're both aiming at the same target, so to speak."

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