Controlling Urges {Facial h and VampireByte}

[souled]

(Name: Syrene Tyler Williams, Age: 22)

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Where am I...? This first thought came from the young woman who had just dug herself free of coffin and grave, and was now standing at the edge of the grave that Syrene had freed herself from in the middle of December, just before Christmas, a week before Christmas to be exact.


Slowly the girl took in her surroundings with her warm dark liquid brown eyes, the girl's long auburn hair a mess, covered in dirt and tangled, the girl's fingernails just as dirty from clawing her way quite literally out of the Earth, taking in the world with her new heightened senses for the first time.


But yet, as Syrene continued to stand in the middle of Winter of December, an exact week before Christmas, the young girl could feel a rather overwhelming thirst for blood nagging at her belly and throat, and the girl swallowed hard, not understanding this strange urge, at least not yet.


Curiously, the girl turned her dark chocolate brown gaze to the headstone at the head of her grave, and tilted her head to the side, some of her chocolate brown hair falling a bit in front of her face like a curtain, and hesitantly the girl moved through the snow in her bare feet, not at all feeling the bitter cold temperatures of the harsh Winter that was blowing through this year, and knelt down in front of the headstone, careful to avoid falling back into the hole that she had dug to free herself of the ruined coffin.


Syrene Tyler Williams...Hmm...Is that who I am...? The girl blinked slowly before standing to her full height, the funeral dress billowing around her gently from the cold wind coming from the North.

 

[Facial h]

(Name: Dexter Hamilton Age: ???)

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There she is, He whispered to himself floating in the air above her quite a ways off. He lit a cigarette and his eyes began to glow red. He brushed his hair to the right using his left hand. He floated slowly trailing her, examining her, analyzing her. He knew he made the right decision. He was wearing dark grey 3 piece suit. His tie had thin black lines and his undershirt was a pure white like the snow that was coming down on this cold winter night. He was just about done with his cigarette, he blew the last puff of smoke into the air and flicked the bud. The bud flew in the night sky and landed in front of Syrene.


He came down where the bud had landed, right in front of her. He looked at her front the front head to toe. He admired her beauty and now he was even more sure of his decision. She was the woman he had been searching for throughout his long life.


My name is Dexter...Dexter Hamilton, it is a pleasure to meet you. I believe introduction are in order but we should make our way out of this snow. Would you not agree?





@VampireByte


(Intro was very well done. Also I tried to mimic your style of RP to get a consistent RP. Please tell me if i messed up in any way in term of mimicking you)

 

[souled]

As the young woman stood after kneeling down in front of her own tombstone, the girl's dark chocolate brown eyes flitted downwards to the ground when they caught movement of something landing in front of her at her feet, a freshly smoked cigarette. Looking up, Syrene blinked in surprise at what, or rather, who, she saw, staring at the male before her with wide eyes, taking a half step back from the man as Dexter introduced himself to her.


But then, as Syrene took a half step back, the woman had forgotten about the hole that she had dug when escaping from the coffin, a surprise yelp coming past her lips as the young woman tumbled backwards, landing with a grunt and a fluff of snow. Narrowing her eyes up at the male before her, the woman once more made her way out of the grave that was hers, her hair now full of dirt of the Earth and caked with fresh snow.


Once more getting to her feet, the young woman frowned and dusted off the black spaghetti strapped dress that she was wearing, unphased even by the slightest at the bitter cold temperatures of the Northern wind still blowing at them.


"Where are we going?" Syrene wondered, her voice holding a slight English accent to it when the girl spoke, looking curiously over at Dexter as the man drank her in with his ruby blood red eyes.

 

[Facial h]

"I have a private estate nearby, we will stay there. It is a couple miles further up. It is much too far to walk..." He said as his feet lifted a few inches off the ground. "We will save time if we fly to the estate."


He awaited a reaction from her and he was certain she never saw a man fly. He clanked his shoes together to get the snow off his black Italian leather shoes. Dexter loved the snow, he loved the feel of it on his skin. Stronger than his love for the snow was his obsession to stay look a certain way. It was the one thing he held above all else. So he thought at least.


He looked at her for a second expecting her to begin to rise as well. Then quickly realizing she was a human not to long ago. He moved forward still floating, not allowing his feet to touch the ground again. He extended both of his arm towards her. "You will learn soon enough just what is exactly going on. Come, I will carry you to the estate" For a moment not realizing she had snow and dirt on her.


Awaiting her reply he noticed her condition. He swallowed heavily and thought I will need to change when we arrive at the estate.

 

[souled]

Once reaching the man's estate, Syrene looked around curiously, though there was interest in the woman's dark chocolate brown eyes, almost a bit of familiarity of the place held within them, Syrene still a filthy and snowy mess from climbing her way out of her grave that night, the woman licking at her new fangs and her lips, still feeling the nagging thirst deep within her belly and burning her throat, the need and urge for human blood.


As the two of them entered into the main room, a butler wearing a neat tuxedo came to greet them, but yet, as the man greeted his Master and the woman with him, Syrene suddenly launched herself at the man, flinging herself so hard to him that the pair o them collided with the opposite wall of the foyer (entry way), causing a vase to fall to the floor and break, spilling dirt and the plant all over the floor, Syrene's new fangs latching into the butler's neck, the sounds of drinking coming from the woman.

 

[Facial h]

Dexter looked downward with his eyes closed, smiling and shaking his head. He looked towards his butler who at first eye were wide open and a look of shock was on his face. His eyelid slowly began to close, but it stopped and he looked as if he was fine.


"I apologize Samuel, you understand she is unable to control the bloodlust at this moment. Allow her to finish and please clean up this mess, I will show her to her quarter to freshen herself and then i will freshen myself up. I will then escort her to where she can properly quench her thirst."


Samuel nodded and did not say another word. Samuel was human, but he was no ordinary human. His blood contains a strong protein that not only protects him from becoming a vampire but allows him to create new blood cells rapidly. It is impossible to him to die from a single vampire during a single feeding. His family has served the Hamilton family since before even Dexter.


He walked up to Syrene and placed one hand on her shoulder...


"That will be enough let me show you to your room."

 

[souled]

Slowly and reluctantly the young woman removed her fangs, looking a bit embarrassed at what she had done and even a bit ashamed at it, the young woman biting at her lower lip, turning her dark chocolate brown gaze onto Dexter when the man assure her that that would be enough. Swallowing hard, Syrene made her way over to the other, following the man as he showed her to the room in which she would stay in.


Now standing at the doorway of Syrene's room, the woman slowly took in the décor, hesitantly stepping into the room, the woman's feet still bare, her body and hair still a dirty and snowy mess from the cemetery and digging herself out of coffin and grave.


Making her way over to the large four poster bed, Sryene slowly trailed her fingers and hand over the polished wood, able to clearly smell the polish and the wood that it shined and protected. Everything was so strange and different to her now. It certainly was a lot to take in, and feeling eyes on her, Syrene turned her gaze once more onto Dexter, the man watching her intently.

 

[Facial h]

Dexter clapped and two young girls in maid outfits appeared, what seemed to be instantly.


"Please get her cleaned and into a fresh set of clothes in the closet." Dexter points at a pair or large wooden doors. Each door had a gold bat seal at the center. "After that please bring her to the dining hall and I will meet her there. Oh and Syrene please do not attack these girls as they are unlike Samuel, they will die. As for myself I will get washed up and changed."





Although Dexter's clothes were not all that dirty. It was only his pants that had a few dirt marks. He showered and completely changed his outfit. He grabbed a black suit, this was only a two piece. He grabbed another white dress shirt and a shiny black tie. He attached a tie clip on the center and grabbed a new pair of black italian leather shoes. It was the same pair, but he had multiple pairs or those black italian leather shoes. Ge made his way to the dining hall, there was a long table with 2 dozen chairs on either side and two chairs at either end. A large chandelier hung high over the table, it was right in the middle of the table. There he waited for Syrene to come down.

 

[souled]

The two young girls, who were clearly twins, approached Syrene without fear or hesitation, each girl taking one of the newly Embraced vampire' hands, leading the young woman into a nearby bathroom, closing the door behind them before letting go of Syrene's hands.


Once Syrene was through with being bathed and her hair dried and combed through, the two young maids that had been summoned helped Syrene to dress, neither girl saying a single word, which was fine to Syrene, for the woman had no idea what to say to either of them anyway.


But then, one of them suddenly spoke up. "It's been so long since Master has chosen someone..." This came from one of the young girl's standing behind Syrene, braiding the woman's long auburn hair. "He's been alone for so very long." The girl's voice had a French accent laced in.


Syrene blinked at the news, wondering what that meant. Had the man had family previously? Or had the vampire always been alone? Living by himself all this time as what he was? But before Syrene could ask questions, the same girl spoke again. "The Master is awaiting you downstairs." The young servant gave Syrene a smile before the two young girls vanished in a thick cloud of swirling white mist.


Staring, the auburn haired woman stood and made her way downstairs, taking a few moments to find Dexter, approaching the man silently when she did.

 

[Facial h]

Dexter stood there with two glasses of wine in his hand. The wine was a vibrant red color, as Syrene approached him, he handed her a glass. He took a sip standing in front of her just taking in her beauty for second. She was now clean and he was more comfortable with her. He turned and the far end seat at the dining table.


"Do not be alarmed, that glass you are holding is just wine. It will not quench your thirst but I suppose you will enjoy the taste. I have something else that will quench your thirst . I will show you later." As he looked to his far right, down a dark hallway. At the end of the hallway was a large old wooden door. there was nothing fancy with this door just a large brass knob to open and close the door with.


Please have a seat as he gestured to the chair to his right. Let us enjoy our wine and clarify somethings. I suspect you may questions and I would liked to see how I may answer them. Before you ask I will tell you you are a vampire, that is where your bloodlust comes from. That is why you attacked my butler Samuel. So I do not want to hear the question of "what am I"" He said with a serious voice. He finished his, and poured himself another glass. He held it in one hand and gestured towards her in a much more friendly manner, now ask me Syrene.


(I apologize I was camping, and just got back in)

 

[souled]

Hesitantly, the newly Embraced vampire accepted the glass, staring down at the liquid with her dark chocolate brown eyes, bringing the glass to her nose and sniffing at the contents, relieved that it wasn't anymore blood, for Syrene honestly wasn't sure that she could stomach anymore of the stuff right then, especially not after attacking the butler and feeding from him as she had.


But then, after Dexter spoke, the woman was silent, brooding, thoughtful, swirling the wine gently around in the glass, not yet having taken a drink from it. "Why did you choose me then?" Came the sudden demand, the woman meeting the man's red gaze with a curious and puzzled one of her own, the girl setting the glass on the dining table in front of them.

 

[Facial h]

Dexter sets his wine glass on the table and crossed his hands close to his face. "For one you did not want to die. that hole you dug yourself out of, was your grave. Transforming you was the only way to keep you alive. Secondly your beauty, I could not allow a woman with such beauty to rot in a grave for all of eternity. Last but not least I needed to know. You see you are not the first and frankly I do not know if you will be the last. A human that becomes a vampire is much different than a purebred such as myself. So far every human I have transformed was unable to control their urges and I had to end their immortal lives."





He uncrossed his hand and finishing his second glass of wine. "You are now of a higher being than a human. You will have abilities one could only dream of. And you will live here with me as my lover. But be warned I have rules until I am confident you are under control. if you break those rules I will not hesitate.

 

[souled]

The girl swallowed hard, staring down into the wine at the bottom of the glass, as if that held all of the answers, and with a long deep breath, gently traced the edge of the glass with the tip of her pointer finger, not really sure what to think of all this, but when the vampire before her mentioned the word human, Syrene instantly looked up at him.


Human? Is that what Syrene had been before...before this...? The woman didn't need to ask what Dexter would do to her if Syrene broke his "rules". "What...Are your rules...?" Syrene wondered softly, her attention once more focused on the wine in the glass, in which the woman had yet to drink.