Inquisitions in Rome

~~Rome, Late September 2010~~

I sit alone in a darkened room, the call of death screaming to be answered. My days and nights have begun to blur to the point that only my instincts allow me to know the difference in time. I've been here for weeks now. Weeks without feeding. Weeks of silver burning into my flesh. The pain has become my only friend.

I refuse to allow the tears to come. I blink them back every time they threaten to fall. To show weakness to these humans would be the death of me. A death they long for.

My head hangs to my chest, my strength gone. It's how he finds me. Their so called inquisitor. He once again takes a seat just out of my reach. I slowly lift my eyes to meet his, hatred burning darkly in them. His smell, the rush of his blood, entices me.

My hands grip the chair's arms so tightly they begin to crack beneath my fingers. I can smell the fear he has. Even as weak as I am, they fear me. It's my only weapon. The only thing that keeps me undead.

As he begins to speak, my growl shakes the room around us. I'm tired of answering his questions. I'm sick of his voice in my ear all the time. Do these breathers not understand that I can't tell them things I don't know?

I force my head up, holding it steady with the very last drops of my strength. Never let them see you struggle. My maker's words serving me well in this moment.

The inquisitor's questions continue and I remain silent. Not because I wish not to answer, but because it's my only bargaining chip at the moment. I wait. I wait for long periods of silence.

Finally, my voice dark with anger, I fill the room with the memories I carry of that evening in question.

"I don't know the answers you seek. I've given you every drop of information I recall. But if we must go this route again, I'll tell you the same as every other time.

I did not harm the girl. I did not bring about the death that you seek vengeance for.

I met the girl at Club Night and yes, I fed from her and we enjoyed the evening together. She claimed to be of age and I had no reason to doubt such. My last memory of the child is her laughing.

If I had wished her harm, I'd have done so from the beginning. The very nature of my being is to kill and yet I've managed to not do so for months while in your country. Why, then, would I decide to do so now?"

I let my voice trail off and held his gaze. I could not tell if he believed me or just thought me insane, but either way, I ensured that he know were I to ever be free, his death would be my only goal. My fangs extended fully, which, given the circumstances, could only be attributed to the rage I felt so strong.

Without word, the inquisitor took his leave, a look of utter disbelief upon his twisted face.

I waited for what seemed decades before letting my head hang back down. I knew they watched me even then. My internal struggle between not showing them any shred of weakness and needing the moment's rest consumed me to the point of distraction.

It was in these moments that I found solace in memories of happier times in Rome. It is what fueled me to fight. The knowledge that were I to escape with my undeath, I'd find my way back to that place. A place where the rage did not rule my existence. A place where I felt safe again.

Little did I know, safety would come sooner than I ever expected.

Going to BelleRive

Going to BelleRive by SUN Blood featuring a snake ring

Demon's Girlfriend

The day started as any other, with me wide awake, fighting the bleeds and death. My death slumber isn't easy to achieve lately. Too many dreams plague me and I'd rather just face the bleeds than the dreams.

I'd been lying in bed, bored and staring at the ceiling when HE appeared. My smile was instantaneous when I saw him. It's no secret that Severus makes me happy, no matter how bad things are in my undead life.

We chatted and then somehow wound up naked in bed together. Ok, ok, I admit it, when it comes to this demon, I have absolutely NO self-control. He brings out a side of me I rarely show.

It wasn't until later,that I got the biggest shock of my undeath. We'd been chatting, about nothing and everything when I teased him that if he wasn't careful people would assume we're a couple. Imagine my surprise when he said he wouldn't mind if we were. Then he starts talking about us being exclusive and I nearly fell down out of pure shock.

I remember a time when Sev once told me he didn't think he could love and he sure didn't want monogamy. Now, here he was saying he wanted to be with just ME. Yep, I was fucking floored.

And before I could recover, he just spits out that he loves me. Uh huh...you heard me...he used the "L" word. My first thought was, "well fuck me standing, this demon finally admitted it" but that quickly vanished because I was so focused on the words he was still saying.

Alright, I confess, I didn't hear much after the love part, but hell can you blame a bitch? This demon has held my heart from the moment he strolled into my crazy undead life. And it does seem that I hold his.

Scary thought isn't it? An vampire with an affinity for evil in love with a demon who loves her right back. I'd be tempted to ask if the world can handle such if I weren't too damn happy to care.

So, if anyone ever wonders if miracles really do happen, take a quick look over here at the demon's girlfriend and you'll know they do.

Meeting @PortiaBellefle RE: Blood Farm

Meeting @PortiaBellefle RE: Blood Farm by SUN Blood featuring gothic jewelry

Executioners, Enforcers and My Own Insanity

I've been back in town for about a month now and things were going along pretty damn well, at least for me considering how much trouble I'm really in. Then out of the blue, Adria calls to say that an Enforcer has been asking a bunch of questions about me.

I tried my best to not let it scare me, but really, who am I kidding? The thought of going back to Rome absolutely terrifies me at this moment in time. Well, not really the going back part, because I love being in Rome and Italy in general. But going back there knowing what fate awaits me?

It's not fucking happening. I will not go without a fight. In fact, the only way I'm going back to that nightmare is in a jar like Talbot. You feeling me?

And if that wasn't enough, I ran into everyone's favorite executioner, Jullieus. Seems he's heard a rumor that I'm on the run. Now let me stop us all right here for a moment. This vampire is well known for his ability to torture and terrify even the bravest of souls. I'd be an absolute fool to not be fully aware that if he wanted he could send me to true death just for the fun of it.

That said, I pushed the fear that bubbled forth down and sweetly asked him what he'd do with such information, were it true. Of course I was trying to cover my cute little ass by flirting with him and trying to distract him from the conversation at hand.

Imagine my shock and utter delight when that sweet, handsome vampire said he wouldn't be rushing to tell anyone anything he knew. Of course he added that awful little FOR NOW to the end of that but I can overlook that FOR NOW.

Once I found this out, I began to relax a little more and got my flirt on. You see I've had a mad crush on that evil genius for quite some time now. The timing was just never that good for me to actually do more than drool from afar. So while I had the chance I flirted like crazy.

Hell, I know it's crazy, but I find him quite mouth watering. So I flirted. I even went so far as to say I'd happily suffer being chained in silver for one night in his bed. What can I say, I'm a sadistic fuck who's into pain mixed with pleasure. But you all knew that by now, I'm sure.

After the flirting ended and I headed home to my self-imposed isolation, I began to question my own sanity. Here I am, accused of murdering a child in a foreign country, and I'm flirting with a vampire that could actually destroy me. Yep, sanity is not my strong suit these nights. But frankly sanity is highly overrated.

Demon

I sat alone in my cottage, the one place where I was happy, my safe place and all I could think of were the memories that filled this place. Every room held the memory of his scent, the way it felt to have him in my undead life. I couldn't help but smile and set out in search of the snapshot I kept hidden in my desk. Pulling it out, I held it in my hands, letting a nail trace the outline of his smile.

We both looked happy in that one stolen moment that belonged only to us. Everything in me begged to see him again, to feel the warmth of his touch. I paced the living room, not sure that I should, but knowing that no matter what happened, I wanted to see him.

So many things had changed, hell I'd changed and my greatest fear was that he'd not like the new Sun. Shaking off the doubt, I opened myself fully and called to him. Before I knew what was happening, there was a knock at my door. I raced for the door, throwing it open and found myself staring into the eyes of someone I thought long gone from my undead life.

In a matter of seconds, every single thing in my undeath made sense again. I pushed the nagging little voice that warned me to be careful aside and just let myself feel. Something I hadn't done in far too long.

So many things needed to be said, but all I could think of was being in his arms and that's just where I ended up.

It felt so familiar and yet as if it was a whole new beginning at the same time. I don't have a clue what the future holds, hell I don't know what the next five minutes holds for us, but I do know that I have to give myself the chance to find out.

I'd rather have five minutes of complete happiness with him, than an eternity of wondering what if. And if it all goes horribly wrong, then I'll have the memory of being happy with him. But if it somehow works out, then I just may get the whole damn fairy tale.

Evil Rising

The pain was intense and I held to it as though it were my only salvation. The blinding pain of not feeding for such a long period of time mixed with the silver poisoning that was beginning to make it's way into my system was almost too much for one being to bear.

I'd used every ounce of my strength to just stay awake during the night. I needed to listen to the humans and what they had planned. My body was in dire need of downtime after two days of being forced to remain awake during the daylight hours. My face and neck were caked with my own dried blood from the bleeds and I would've happily drained the lot of them if given the chance. It had been many hundreds of years since I'd gone this long without feeding. But even then I'd had opportunity to feed from animals to stave off the intense hunger pains.

My growls of pain mingled with snarls of anger as the breathers continued the invasive questioning. With every vial of blood they withdrew from me, my hatred for them grew. I had to force myself to not focus on that hate in order to learn of their plans for me.

I heard talk of the IVL taking charge of me soon and the humans didn't seem to eager to let me go. I was under the impression that they were quite interested in the healing powers of my blood. I'd been subjected to having my blood taken and a foreign substance injected into me at various times.

In my weakened state there wasn't much I could to do prevent it, even if I hadn't been chained in the silver.

I often thought of what I'd do to them when I was released or managed to escape. It involved the entirety of their blood being spilled for my pleasure.

The burns on my flesh were severe and I knew I would need a lot of fresh blood in order to heal. Unfortunately that wasn't going to be an easy task, even after my escape.

I wish I could speak his name publicly but it would put him in grave danger, but I do appreciate the risks he took to secure my freedom. He fed me from his own wrist, just enough to give me the strength to move about freely. When we reached our first destination I was given a bit more of his blood in hopes that by nightfall I'd be well enough to travel further.

The nights all blended into one and with each passing moon I found my desire for human blood growing along with my hatred of those that breathed. Soon my only thoughts were of making them pay for what they'd done to me.

I couldn't stop the thoughts of killing them all and I no longer wished to live among them. I found myself craving the rush of killing. Once safely back in the United States, I found my undeath no longer consisted of shoe shopping and parties. Now all I could think of was blood and death.

I didn't fight the evil desires that consumed me. I clung to them and let myself imagine that everyone I fed from or killed were those that had placed me in this predicament. It wasn't long before I gave up the idea that I'd ever be the same. I enjoyed this new world I was living in far too much to ever go back to the boredom that was goodness.

Soon I was busy feeding from teacups and killing humans for sport. Hunting became my only desire and I happily gave into those desires.

DRAMA

The drama has really gotten old now. I'm well aware that there are many out there who don't like the character of Sun. To them I say, build a bridge and get over it. I'm not going anywhere.

Being rude and obnoxious to those that speak to Sun, or associate with her in anyway is uncalled for and is extremely childish. This is ROLE PLAY...perhaps you should learn how to do that so that you don't have time to be annoying.

I honestly don't give a fuck if you like Sun or not. I don't give a fuck if you talk bad about her behind her back or go out of your way to be rude to her. You don't bother me in the least.

But when you start attacking those that I care about or who I call friend, it's gone too far. Grow up. This is not high school or the playground. Find a new way to amuse yourself and leave innocent people alone.

I refuse to respond to those that start the drama or try to keep it going. You won't get me angry enough to go off on you. That just lowers me to your level. And frankly, I'm way better than that.

Go find someone else to bother, we don't need anymore crazy around here, we're full up.