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Fantasy Immortal Love

CrimsonBanchee

MejesticBech
Love is a complicated thing during high school. A teenage girl thought that it will be easy to take a shortcut home. When she did she found a manner that looked old and Victorian. Curious she goes in finding a coffin, she opened it seeing a boy inside. She goes to take him out but little did she know he's was a vampire. The boy wakes with hunger and sees the girl. She falls in love with him and he bit her making her his slave.


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Name: Oliver Feenix


Age: 214 years old, Physical age: 17


Personality: He is a jokester and loves to get others in trouble, But some days he is quiet and calm.


Bio: In the year 1800, he was a noble in Mississippi. His family was murdered right in front of his eyes. He attracted a vampire because of his anger and his lust for killing. He was turned by him and he went on a blood rampage killing his families killers. He realized that he can no longer be human. He moved to start his new life but came back 100 years later. He was asleep for 14 years and was awaken by a girl.


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Blondish brown hair with blue eyes. Body is median built and a light skin tone.


Other: When he bites the victim is in pleasure because of a chemical that he releases. He doesn't turn them unless he gives them his blood.
 
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{yours obviously doesnt have to be this long, i just wanted to get it started so yeah haha}


Brooklyn groaned inwardly. Her brother had taken her car without permission, yet again, and so Brooklyn had to take the long walk back to her small house a couple blocks from the school. She came upon a crossroads that was familiar to her, and used her mental map in attempt to determine which way was faster. She could see the storm clouds forming above her, and knew that she had to make a decision fast before it began pouring rain. Having remembered a shortcut, Brooklyn veered right and continued down that road until she came upon something she hadn't really seen before. It was an old, elegant Victorian manner that loomed over her in the stormy air. Brooklyn stared at it, and due to curiosity, decided to explore it further. It wasn't like she had anything else to do that day.


The house creaked as she walked inside, and the furniture within was coated with layers of dust and cobwebs. Even though thunder resounded in the background, Brooklyn felt that this house was eerily beautiful, and wasn't particularly scared in any way. She turned out of the parlor and into the living room, where a coffin-like box stood in the center of the room. Brooklyn inched closer, praying that there wasn't something horrific inside as the lid creaked open. To her surprise, the body of a boy her age lay inside, untouched and flawless. She gasped, taking a step back but unable to look away.
 
Oliver's body laid in the coffin his arms crossed at is chest where his hands reached the opposite shoulder. He was breathing slowly, his body delayed a bit but is eyes cringed then opened. Bright blue eyes opened looking up at the roof of the building. He slowly sat up moving his arms to its side. His brown/blond hair followed his motions. He opened his mouth to yawn catching a sent very close. He turned his head quickly looking at the girl before him. His nose moved sniffing the air.


He stared at the girl seeing the awe in her face. Youthful and soft. Even with she shock in her face she still looked youthful. "Who are you?" He asked his voice was smooth and fair. His eyes locked onto hers as he stood up. His skin tone was light due to no light and he was thin due to no food. He wore a black v neck long sleeved with black jeans and rundown vans that where old. He ran his hands through his hair reveling his eyes more as he stepped out of the coffin towards her.
 
Brooklyn stumbled backwards a few paces, leaning against the back of an old couch. "I could ask you the same question. You're the one that was sleeping in a coffin," Brooklyn replied in shock. She never thought she would say those words in the same sentence in her life. Her heart was beating faster now, and Brooklyn wondered what on earth was happening. She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, and chanced another look at the boy. He looked to be about her age, with a smooth, handsome face. She felt the material of her loose sweater catch on the couch, and pulled it away. She was wearing jeans and a pair of converse.
 
Oliver smirked and leaned close to her looking at her body. "Well I believe its called trespassing MY home." His eyes quickly looked at her sweater as he backed up a bit as a little drop of blood hits the ground. His eyes formed from blue to red then back to blue in seconds, The years with out eating caught up to him. He smirked wider and took a step to her. His fingers brushed her cheeks as he placed his free hand on the couch leaning to her. His eyes looked at her's giving off a lustful ora. "What is a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?" His fingers brushed some hair behind her ear his eyes looked at her bare neck. 


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Brooklyn stumbled backwards a few paces, leaning against the back of an old couch. "I could ask you the same question. You're the one that was sleeping in a coffin," Brooklyn replied in shock. She never thought she would say those words in the same sentence in her life. Her heart was beating faster now, and Brooklyn wondered what on earth was happening. She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, and chanced another look at the boy. He looked to be about her age, with a smooth, handsome face. She felt the material of her loose sweater catch on the couch, and pulled it away. She was wearing jeans and a pair of converse.
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Brooklyn shivered at his touch, her heart rate flying out the door. His hungry gaze made her feel small. She shouldn't have come in here. "Um, I was just trying to go home, and it started storming so..." she trailed off, nervously meeting the boy's gaze. "I thought that this place was abandoned. So if you'll just excuse me, I"ll be out of your way." With that said, Brooklyn slipped out of the cage he had made with his arms, and made a beeline to the door.
 
Quickly he grabbed her arm and holds it be behind her and wrapped her arm around her as he leaned into her his warm breath hitting her neck. "Aww but its rare that i get visitors....stay for a while." As he said that he pined her to the wall and holds her there staring at her having a evil smirk one. "At lease stay for awaking me." He tilt his head in a childish way. His hand moved brushing her brow/black hair. "Such lovely hair, and skin. His fingernails traced down her neck and he leaned in a bit. "Tell me your name."
 
Brooklyn had a decision to make as soon as the boy pinned her against the wall. She could either act frightened and weak, or she could approach this weirdly intimate situation boldly. Brooklyn chose the latter. She stared at the boy with confidence and pursed her lips before saying, "Brooklyn. And what might yours be, mysterious coffin boy?" She got chills when he brushed his fingers along her neck, so she tilted it in the opposite direction so that her hair could fall in its place. Despite his bold attempts to touch her, Brooklyn couldn't deny that he was gorgeous. He was handsome, but almost in a deadly way.
 
Oliver smirked and his eyes staring into her own blue eyes. He smiled giving of a devilish charm "Oliver Feenix." He chuckled when he saw her moving her head seeing her hair moved back. His hand moved to her cheeks, tracing the bone then brushed his thumb on her lip the lifted her chin up and looked down at her. "Your a bute." He smirked and roughly pushed her to the wall. "Its a shame."
 
"What's a shame?" Brooklyn challenged. If this boy were her boyfriend, she would have been weak at the knees now with the way he was studying her with his hands. Heck, she did feel weak at the knees. How a boy she just met had that effect on her, she wasn't sure. "Shouldn't we get to know each other first?"
 
He smirked and eased a bit but keeps his distance the same. "Humm, sounds a bit dull." He gave a sexy like sly brow then gets an idea. He leaned to her putting his hand on her cheek. He placed his lips on hers and kissed him deeply. His hands holding her arms went and holds her hips. His lips where cold but warm inside. A hit of pleasure left him into her.
 
Brooklyn gasped as Oliver's lips touched hers. She felt her entire body warm up, and melt as he kissed her. Kissing a total stranger was not on her agenda today, but she didn't really care. It felt good, and Brooklyn wasn't compelled to stop. She hesitantly put her hands on his arms, tilting her head to the side slightly.
 
He leaned further into the kiss and pulled back and kissed her neck. He pushed her to the wall and his eyes slowly turned red. He licked her neck then bit her. He closed his eyes hearing her say oww then hearing silence as the pleasurable chemical taking action. He moved his hand so he can hold her neck and his hand holds her hips sucking.
 
Brooklyn gasped, feeling something like needles sinking into her neck. She made a poor effort to push him away, because soon her vision blurred and she found herself enjoying whatever Oliver was doing. She sighed, then felt herself tilt her head further. Brooklyn closed her eyes, and shivered, leaning her head against the wall.
 
He preassed himself to her and sucked more. 14 years was not as long of a sleep he would like but it was worth it. He pulled back licking the marks he made then wispered a weard language in her ear and backed away his eyes still red as he licked his lips and his fingercleaned up the blood trailed on his lips. "Welcome Brooklyn." He chuckled with a wild smirk
 
Brooklyn was dizzy at first. She blinked her eyes a few times, her vision clearing to see Oliver with blood dripping from his fangs. Fangs. Brooklyn closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. It was real. Vampires were real, and one just practically drained her of her blood. She glared at Oliver in shock. "You're a- you just-," Brooklyn couldn't process it, but she couldn't help but feel that she was dealing with this remarkably well. Her fingers brushed her neck, and sure enough she felt two puncture marks.
 
He licked his thumb as his eyes returned blue. He smirked looking at her. "Personally i would have thought that the coffin was a dead giveaway." And with a wave of his hand the curtains closed and the lights came on. He walked to a chair sitting in it and opened his hand up. "Sit." At the command she walked to the chair he pointed to. Chuckling he ran his slim fingers through his brownish blonde hair staring at her.
 
When Oliver told her to sit in a chair that he had been pointing to, she felt compelled to sit. She felt her legs walk over to the chair and before she could say a word sat down in it. She gaped at Oliver, but it soon turned into a scowl. "What the hell did you do?"
 
He crossed his legs laying his elbow on the chairs arm and laid his head in his hand. "I commanded you and you followed. One of the many things i can make you do as my servant of course." He laughed smirking making a kiss face. "Awwe that's not a good look on you." He chuckled leaning over to her.
 
Brooklyn frowned, clenching the arms of the chair so hard her knuckles whitened. "Well you can't expect a girl, who had a life of her own to live, to take becoming a vampire's servant happily, do you? The charm is gone now that you can control what I do," Brooklyn sneered, leaning forward as she did so.
 
He laughed. "You think I turned you? Haha you still have your own mortal life you just also work for me now." He uncrossed his legs and stood up walked behind her and placed his hands on her shoulder. "sorry to burst your bubble but your not Immortal sweet lips." he walked to his coffin and closed it sitting on it.
 
Brooklyn leaned back against the chair in frustration. "That's not what I said. I have a life, as in I go to school, I plan to go to college, and I most definitely do not plan on being your servant." She scrunched her nose. "Did you just call me sweet lips?"
 
He smirked and nods. "I find it a great complement because its true." He licked his lips laughing. "And you can't leave unless I let you go but I don't see that coming anytime soon. You can go to school, go to college but you're stuck with me. Ohh maybe I should attend St. Marie High as well." He said teasing but looked like he might.
 
Brooklyn groaned, but blushed at the sweet lips comment. She covered it with another frown. "Well you may be full, vampire, but I'm starving. I need to eat. So do you mind letting me get something, because it doesn't look like any food could be healthy if its in this old place."
 
He looked at her and smirked "Full? 14 years is a long time with out blood, but you can't give blood with out human food so.." He waved his hand. "You may go. Feast." He groaned and laid on the coffin . 
"well as long as your hear tomorrow." He said closing his eyes
 

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