Re: you're all kinds of beautiful || Open. « Reply #15 on Aug 2, 2009, 8:18pm »
Nicholae smiled as Autumn snatched the bag from his fingers and tore through the tissue paper to get at what it hid within it's depths. She uncovered the small box and opened it slowly with a sense of now prolonging the anticipation. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Carmichael's appraising looks at his present and her reaction to it. He wondered briefly what could have possibly caused such a look to cross the perfectly maintained facade of hedonistic disinterest that usually graced his features. He leaned in and kissed the crook of her neck as she cooed with delight at the gift. Without another word he took the delicate silver chain and fastens it around her throat with a kiss once its done and settles her hair back down between her shoulder blades. The wicked grin that spread across his face when she mentioned knowing what to wear with it later was quite certainly understood by everyone in their presence at the time.
He raised his gaze over her head once again as Madison finally found her voice and began speaking. "Of course I am." he smirked at her comment of his thoughtfulness leaving no doubt that it was not merely his own thought that governed actions such as these, but decades of careful training and he was nothing if not a quick learner. He bowed his head slightly, without inclining his torso at the reminder of proposition for a ride in the exquisite car beside them, and reached over to open the door for the ladies.
He watched Madison with new interest and some small amount of curiosity when he realized that she had indeed fallen for the bait that his Autumn had dangled in front of her concerning her dear Jackson. What Madison saw in Jackson he didn't understand, he was certainly not the type of man that would ever have caught the eye of either his sister or himself but he shrugged it off quickly enough returning his attention to Autumn and Carmichael. He smiled broader at his sisters nonchalant and dangerous flirting with the stranger behind the wheel of the Phantom. He climbed into the backseat following his sister and settled himself down into the corner where he could keep an even eye on both his sister and Carmichael and pulled Autumn into him.
Nicholae breathed deeply in as the faintest scent of opium wafted on the breeze from Carmichael's cigarette and allowed it to seep through his entire body, carrying with it memories of some of his finest memories. He chuckled at Carmichael's risque teasing Madison about her blushing, he had to admit that the man had blurred the lines between intense flirting and pillow talk to perfection, leaving even him breathless and nearly gasping for more while seeming an innocent and unintentional comment. Delivered as skillfully as Carmichael always seemed to, then it left the target of such flirting with the impression that they were the only one thinking such indiscreet thoughts while providing the speaker with endless options for conversation.
"We are new to the area as well. We have been staying somewhat closer than Seattle, but this sleepy place has seemed to nearly run out of much that is interesting." He answered the smooth speaker in the drivers seat. He ran his hand slowly up and down Autumn arm waiting for her to decide to spring on her new prey, her empty promises to Madison all but forgotten in her interest with her new toy. He smiled in amusement as he wondered just how she would fare against this one, he seemed to be dangerous in his own right and seemed to be the sort to enjoy his precarious perch on the edge of life enough to throw a little chaos into the mix regularly. He gazed at the walking seduction in the front seat and couldn't help but let his mind wander into whether or not his sister would mind his competition this time, and if her new interest would mind it either. He smiled as he realized that if the stranger was willing, than the concept of a love triangle would bring infinite joy to his sister as they all chased and sought after each other leaving chaos and blood soaked trails in their wake.
Re: you're all kinds of beautiful || Open. « Reply #16 on Aug 25, 2009, 2:37pm »
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*DON'T BE AROUSED ___ by my confession
unless you don't give a good
goddamn about
i know christ is comin', and so am i, and you would too if that sexy devil caught your eye
Autumn let her weight shift, as Nicholae fastened the choker around her throat, nestling herself against him for those brief moments, the softest sigh of contentment as the gift settled itself around her neck, and his lips pressed so lightly and all too briefly against the curve of her neck. She knew that they were being watched, she was more than accustomed to the weight of the stares of human eyes, the pair of them beautiful and unique and yet so similar, but there was something different, the weight, the featherlight yet razor-tipped gaze of their newest acquaintance, as he watched the gift unveiled, and the placement of it upon her throat, and the thought only caused the slow, simmering smile that teased at the corners of her lips to broaden. She glanced up, to catch his reflection briefly in the rearview mirror, before she is sweeping into the car, with the practiced ease and grace of one long since accustomed to sweeping skirts and bustles up and out of the way just enough to allow a step up into the carriage.
And then she is settling, allowing herself to sink back against her brother, her head cradled in that soft hollow beneath his chin and in the curve of his neck, nestled in the curve of his shoulder and in the warmth of his arm as her right arm settles comfortably across his waist and curving along his thigh, fingertips playing idle rhythms of swirls and patterns across the outer line of his leg as the car spins away from the curve and into a purring and swift motion through the city.
Oh, I have not yet begun to declare my intentions on your dear sister, Autumn, but what makes you think me incapable of sharing those intentions?” This inquiry raies a low, and bemused chuckle, as her eyes turn towards the mirror once more. "You assume, sir, that I am one that takes kindly to playing the understudy?" She replies, the outer edge of one brow slanting upwards as she speaks. She seems content then to fall silent for a time, as Carmichael's attention shifts towards Maddison, and then still remains quiet initially after Carmichael's inquiries, letting her brother take the lead for the moment. She was, in fact, quite content for the time being in letting her imagination carry on unchecked, as she studied the profile of the vampire in the front seat, taking in a long breath to draw in the scent of the opium that drifted from the cigarette that Carmichael lit, a smile again dancing across her lips, glittering teeth revealed for a moment as memories mingle with day dreams, the scent all so familiar...
How strange, that they should find one that struck such a familiar chord, in such a place as this. Elegant, and bold, seducer and seduced, flirting with habit and ease, and with danger, and so... avant-garde... Oh, the trouble that they could cause, she wondered, a low purr slipping from her throat in a strange echo of the beautiful beast in which they rode, silver and leather and satin given form and presence. Oh, what fun, indeed...
Her smile lingers, until Madison's phone rings, jarring her from her thoughts, a frown tugging at her lips at the murmured conversation, at their 'sister's' insistence that she be let out, that she was needed back... A mild protest, called for by whatever remnant of concern for polite society lingered somewhere in her after all these years, before she lets out a sigh and settles once more against her brother, shaking her head as Madison retreats back, most undoubtedly, towards her 'beloved'. "She never was much one for the new and unusual, was she." She says, with a small wrinkle of her nose, before she turns her gaze back towards the mirror to study the expression and reactions of the one driving the Phantom.
"Tell me, if you would, Mr. Carmichael, what fortune brings you to this oh so sleepy little town, with such timing." She calls, then, once the dark-haired form of Madison is no longer visible to even her gaze. "Did you come for a show, or the cuisine, perhaps?" She inquires, her words softly spoken, knowing that he would be more than capable of catching them, even with the car in motion and the wind that would snatch them away from mortal ears. "Or something more... mundane, perhaps, such as business?" She questions.
she'll suck you dry but still you'll cry, to be back in her bosom to do it again she'll make you weak and mourn and cry, to be back in her bosom
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« Last Edit: Nov 10, 2009, 11:38pm by Autumn Abbott »
Re: you're all kinds of beautiful || Open. « Reply #17 on Aug 27, 2009, 6:38pm »
“Nonsense, my good man. This town still holds at least one thing of interest. It has us.” Carmichael shot a wry smile towards the back seat. “I’m sure we can find a way to relieve these little people of the tedium of their little existences.” He allowed the comment a moment to work to it’s full effect. He wasn’t sure about the creature beside him with the delicate sensibilities, but he felt the loving siblings behind him would appreciate the veiled double meaning there. He focused instead on the road, passing at reckless speed across the double yellow lines and narrowly avoiding an oncoming minivan.
The moment was spoiled when Madison’s cell phone rang. She picked up, a bit hurriedly in Carmichael’s opinion, and before he knew it, she was making her excuses. Carmichael’s smile was only skin deep as he slid the car to the side of the road. The thought of being dismissed in this manner rankled him. He suspected Madison’s doting other half was to blame. If this were the case, it demanded an appropriate and lingering retribution. The thought of this brought a genuine smile to his lips, even as he brushed those lips against Madison’s hand. “Fare you well, then, my dear. I’m sure we shall see each other again.” he laughed softly, briefly, “When next you should close your eyes, perhaps?” And then he was gone, accelerating away from the curb.
He glanced upward at the rearview mirror, curious about his passengers in the back. His eyes found Autumn’s gazing back at him and he directed a smirk at her. He had her curiosity, that was a good sign. Her brother, Nicholae, displayed a particularly “old-world” type of dangerous. He could very well be trouble, so he opted to move slowly with her, at least until he was through with Madison and her beloved. The next moment, he opted for his preferred tactic of flinging caution to the hurricane’s eye. “It’s her loss, after all. Business? I think not.. I prefer vice to venture. And while I cannot complain about the dining in Seattle, it is Port Angeles’ scenery which I think most enchants. But I feel I shall simply die from tedium should we not find some exercise of the senses. It so happens I know a place that still knows what a torch singer is and how she should sound. It’s rather exquisite. Are you game?”
Re: you're all kinds of beautiful || Open. « Reply #18 on Sept 1, 2009, 11:02pm »
Nicholae smiled down at his sister as she petted the pendant securely against the silky smooth skin where it settled in just above her collar bone. He watched her eyes dance with fire as she promised the same silky smoothness later to perfectly compliment the necklace. A slightly hungry growl escaped his lips as he leaned in and kissed where her shoulder and neck met and nibbled slightly just brushing his teeth across her skin. He raised his head to look over her shoulder at Madison and nearly sneer a response of “Yes, I am.” at her before returning his attention to his sister and the enchanting gentleman in the unmistakable car.
He lets loose a soft chuckle as Autumn plays the gracious assistant to Madison’s acceptance of her efforts in coercing Jackson to marry her. He wasn’t entirely sure that the chuckle was about her attempt to play the altruistic advisor, or the fact that the new vampire had already completely caught her attention, turning the deal with Madison into a background problem. He recognized how fortunate it would be for Madison and Jackson if she forgot about it entirely but that wouldn’t be nearly as much fun and he mentally reminded himself to bring it back to his sister’s attention at some point.
His soft chuckle spread into a smirk as his sister cattily flirted with Carmichael, toying with him and testing to see what lengths he was willing to go to chase her, while simultaneously finding out what sort of chase it would be if he did. He slid his gaze over her head to Carmichael as he waited for his response noticing how even his breath was nearly snatched away every time he turned his eyes to this particular vampire. He had to admit that this was a chase that he would thoroughly enjoy being involved in, a win win either way in his opinion. Once he joined in the chase he was certain to catch either Autumn or the painfully seductive Carmichael. Or possibly even better than that and he would end up catching both of them. Although that did lead to a few seconds distracting thought as he pondered who would be the one being caught in that particular scenario. He nodded as his sister suggested that they take the back seat and allow Madison a more close and personal ride with Carmichael knowing that he would enjoy watching her watch them.
He was idly watching Carmichael wondering what could have possibly brought someone like him out to such a remote place as this as his sisters climbed into their seats in the car. He paused momentarily as he watched a curious flicker of emotions cross the man’s face so briefly that he doubted anyone else could have caught it even if they had been looking at him. It seemed oddly familiar to him somehow but not exactly personal, rather like looking at it through a warped glass. He shook it from his mind as he climbed in and pulled Autumn across the seat to lounge across him as he ran his hands up and down her arms and thighs in a motion that spoke of decades of idleness in each other’s arms. He leaned his head back slightly and basked in the smooth luxurious feel of the car as it glided down the streets, his attention only returning again to the driver when the smell of opium wafted vaguely across his senses. He stared in disbelief at the cigarette in Carmichael’s hand realizing that he hadn’t seen one of those in ages and hadn’t known that they were even still made. It brought his estimation of the man in the driver seat up a few degrees as he realized that he was not only money, but well traveled nobility as well, and most likely just as hedonistic and destructive as they were. This was not a chance that he could pass up and felt himself relax considerably as he realized that there really had been a purpose for them to come to this miserable little speck of civilization after all.
“We just moved up here as well, ” he answered Carmichael, “and I don’t believe that any town, or city for that matter, could ever be prepared for the likes of us.” he gave a smile that left no doubt of the destruction and mayhem that could be guaranteed at their hands with the three of them together, with a barely contained thrill coursing through him and showing on his features. He squeezed Autumn for a second and allowed his hands to graze at the edges of decency along her body and settled himself in for what was sure to be the adventure of a lifetime.
Re: you're all kinds of beautiful || Open. « Reply #19 on Sept 20, 2009, 12:21pm »
*DON'T BE AROUSED ___ by my confession
unless you don't give a good
goddamn about
i know christ is comin', and so am i, and you would too if that sexy devil caught your eye
"Babylon, in its day, perhaps." Autumn offers, to her brother's last words, a low chuckle slipping from her lips as she relaxes across him, nestled comfortably into the curve of his shoulder. And while her attention is equally divided between the two other occupants of the car in terms of conversation, her fingers trail in idle and comfortable designs along the length of Nicholae's form while her gaze focuses on Carmichael to the exclusion of almost all else, even the passing of the city around them is ignored as she studies each line and curve, each shift of voice and tone, each subtle play of emotions and reactions over their hosts features visible in the reflection of the mirror.
"A torch singer?" She echoes, the outer edge of a brow sliding upwards, mingled curiosity and amusement slipping over her perfect features, her gaze slipping then away from Carmichael to turn up towards Nicholae's, a lighter, more airy laugh escaping then, one hand rising from her brother's waist to scrape through dark, auburn tinted strands, curling them into a loose knot at the nape of her neck as the memories rose. "Mm, those were the days, weren't they?" She murmurs. "You did so love those suits."
Her gaze shifts, again, finding Carmichael once again in the mirror. "I didn't think they still knew how to make a speakeasy worth noting, if you have found such a gem, I would so love to be... entertained." She replies, as she lets herself settle once again against the length of her brother, her fingers falling from her hair to trail and follow the lines of the smooth and supple leather beneath her.
she'll suck you dry but still you'll cry, to be back in her bosom to do it again she'll make you weak and mourn and cry, to be back in her bosom
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« Last Edit: Sept 20, 2009, 12:22pm by Autumn Abbott »
Re: you're all kinds of beautiful || Open. « Reply #20 on Sept 22, 2009, 12:15am »
Carmichael finally brought the Phantom to a stop beneath a flashing marquee which read “The Silver Lining”. In the thirties, the building had been an upscale cinema of the sort one would enjoy dinner with their picture show. Today, the building had been renovated and turned into a gathering place for those who felt nostalgic for the days when the theatre had been new. Carmichael passed the keys to a valet with a smile. Offhandedly he told the boy, “If you so much as scuff the seats…I’ll have to make you cry”. He then patted the valet on the shoulder and slipped him a 50 dollar bill. Then, proffering an arm to Autumn, he advanced into the club. At the door, the doorman (the term bouncer being too crude for an establishment such as this) merely nodded at them and stepped aside.
Within, Carmichael paused briefly to allow the pulse of the club to wash over him. It was a feast to his supernal senses. The band was in their usual sublime form, the horns perfectly complementing the sultry voice of the beauty on the stage, the subtle buzz of dozens of private conversations laying a backdrop which always amused him by it’s ability to match tempo with the band on stage. The cling of glasses, the rasp of lighters. The heady smell of cigar and cigarette smoke mingling with that of fine whiskeys and scotches and imported beers. The scent of the aging period photos hanging on the walls. Everything had it’s own distinct scent and sound which combined to create a divine mélange Carmichael adored. Behind all the other sounds and scents, omnipresent and irrefutable, the canvas to this masterpiece, were the humans. The sound of their pulses, the smell of the blood.
The hunger for blood was the one temptation Carmichael relished not in the indulgence, but in the seduction. He felt the hunger tug at him, like a howling beast, and was elated by the feeling, the rush, that the hunger brought. His senses became keener, his instincts more realized. Though being around this many prey was near maddening, Carmichael loved the torment.
Passing through the front lobby, Carmichael found a large man in a severe suit. He leaned in close to the man and murmured “My box, please.” The man nodded and walked away. While he was gone, Carmichael looked to Nicholae and Autumn.
“It’s delightful, don’t you think?” he inquired of them.
When the big man returned, Carmichael led his companions up a staircase to a private viewing box. From here, the trio had a view of the entire club. The singer had left the stage temporarily, and the band was striking up an unbeat, jazzy dance number, a quirky fusion of Dixieland and Chicago styles which made one want to move in time to it. Carmichael took a fresh cigarette from his case, proffering the case first to Autumn, then Nicholae, in case they wished to share in his indulgences. On the main floor below, the singer had come out from backstage to have a drink between numbers. At a word from the barman, she looked up in the direction of the booth. Carmichael met her glance with a smile and nod, and the girl blushed slightly, then beamed at him.
“I simply adore this place. I always get exactly what I want.” he said to the two siblings with a rakish smile. “And who doesn’t like that?” his eyes caught Autumn’s for a moment, and they were black as midnight, but gleaming wickedly.
Re: you're all kinds of beautiful || Open. « Reply #21 on Sept 23, 2009, 7:27pm »
Nicholae couldn’t help but smirk when the neon title of ‘The Silver Lining’ flashed over them as Carmichael pulled the Phantom to a stop. He sat up and popped the door open as Carmichael began to deal with the valet. He glanced at him with an eyebrow raised in surprised and a thoroughly amused chuckle as he helped his sister out of the car. He glanced back over his shoulder to the valet who was trying to figure out how to start the car without touching it as Carmichael led them inside past the wall that was posing as a bouncer held the door for them.
Once inside the club a smile came to Nicholae’s lips as he let his senses wander over the club. It had a pleasant concert of smells that was riding on the undercurrent of human blood. The sounds and pitches and seemed to mingle together like an expert concerto, while all independent and interesting in their own right. The air was filtered just enough to allow the room a smoky atmosphere that lent itself perfectly to the ambience without being chokingly thick. The colors were perfectly recaptured of the days gone by that it embraced, from the color of the cushions on the chairs to the lighting and the decorations that were mounted on the walls. The place was exquisitely done, there was no doubt about that. The one thing that Nicholae wouldn’t find here, thankfully, was a bunch of mortal two-bit thugs that thought that a young indescribably beautiful lady shouldn’t be bothered with choosing her own escort for the evening. Although, he did have to admit that it had amused his sister to no end to watch him correct the men’s mistake, permanently. The thought left the smile lingering on his lips, promising of violence and bloodshed.
He moved up beside them as Carmichael exchanged a quick word with a man who disappeared for a few moments. Nicholae looked around again thoughtfully, ‘It is. ’ he responded looking back at the man with an appreciative smile. The man returned quickly and they were led up to a private box with an over view of the entire club. Nicholae paused, still standing, with a hand on the railing for a moment appreciating the view while his companions found their seats and made themselves comfortable. Once he had made his quick note of all the exits and general escape routes in case something should go horribly wrong, he joined them in the seats. ‘Ah, thank you.’ He said taking one of the proffered cigarettes from Carmichael’s case and lifted it to his nose and inhaled deeply. A smile played across his face ‘It has been a long time since I have seen these anywhere. ’
The torch singer had made her public appearance below at the bar. She was indulging the compliments of the more courageous audience members before she spoke reached the bar. The barman’s words brought her attention to the box where they watched and Carmichael offered a gesture of greeting. From the response that the girl showed it seemed that everyone fell victim to his particular charm. Or at least to his devastating looks. Nicholae chuckled in agreement with his hosts next words ‘None. ’ he mused as he decided that this place would definitely be enjoyable after all.
Re: you're all kinds of beautiful || Open. « Reply #22 on Sept 29, 2009, 10:15am »
*DON'T BE AROUSED ___ by my confession
unless you don't give a good
goddamn about
i know christ is comin', and so am i, and you would too if that sexy devil caught your eye
Autumn let her scarlet tinted eyes wander over the club as they were granted entrance with Carmichael leading the way of their beautiful and untouchable trio, her gaze taking in the gloss of the wood, the softness of the worn velvet, the glitter of the faceted light fixtures and sconces, the timber of the band that offered quiet ambiance music for the clientele as the entire room waited with quietly baited breath for the girl to once again take the stage and let her voice pick them up and take them out of the dreariness of their mortal lives and carry them to a land of wistfulness and where the impossible seemed possible, for however brief a moment...
Her lips curl, slowly, drifting into a silent smile as she takes in the entirety of the club, so familiar in the entirety, so different in the details. She had enjoyed those days, those nights, so many years ago, every night with the air of quiet tension that ran through the crowd as they risked the wrath of law and family, of church and god, to give in to their inner demons. To drown their troubles in the abolished drink, the devil's juice, whiskeys on ice, gin and tonics, even the occasional loaded lemonade or long island iced tea for the girl that was brave enough... It was a heady feeling, to feel every pair of eyes in the room on you, when the light dimmed just so, and the band begun their soft instrumental introduction. And every eye had turned, whether out of lust or envy, when she would slink her way from the curtain to the microphone, every ounce of her unnatural beauty amplified by the clothes and jewelry of the era, bared limbs tempting and lustrous.
Her smile grows, faint and her gaze slightly distant as she curls into Carmichael's arm, her own draped snugly through his, with her fingers playing idly along the cuff of his suit jacket, and without thought her head comes to rest lightly against his shoulder as he leads them in, a faint and to the humans likely inaudible whisper of a melody hummed, drifting from her as her smile lingers. "It is that... delightful, I mean." She admits, though with an almost reluctance, a moment of fleeting discontent that such a place as this had been under their noses for weeks now, and they had not wandered across it, and the realization made her wonder what else they might have overlooked. She lifts her head, a moment later, the discontent fading into amusement, as it often did, and her gaze rises to meet his, a devilish smile dancing across her lips. "Intoxicating, even." She muses, dryly, happy that there was once again someone that they could share their delightfully sinful sense of humor with that would not merely frown at them, like their 'Father' did, or shy away as the pale-eyed Madison and her lover did.
Someone new, indeed, someone with taste and elegance and an air of morbidity and danger combined that promised.... trouble, and fun, and the air of confidence and sensuality that he exuded promised.... a slight smirk rises and falls again in the same moment, a glance flung over her shoulder to study Nicholae for a moment before she turns her attention back to her host. Trouble. And fun.
It did not surprise Autumn in the least when Carmichael requested 'his box', in fact she would have been surprised to have found that he did not have some private nook or cranny in this place, or any other place that he frequented on any semi-regular basis, and offers a slight smile and a quiet nod of her head towards the man as he disappeared to make sure that things were in place. Once in the box, she let her jacket slide from her shoulders, to fall away discarded and already forgotten over the side of her chair as she settles in, making sure that her seat was arranged in such a manner as to put her directly in between Nicholae and Carmichael's seats, while allowing her to watch them both in the same glance, and allowing them the same indulgence, to be able to take in her and the other in the same moment.
"Why, thank you, Mr. Carmichael, I think I shall allow myself to... indulge." She murmurs, leaning forward slightly to allow her fingertips to drift over, barely hovering over the line of cigarettes proffered as she studies them, though each may look and feel to most identical to the next, she took the moment necessary to study them, to find the smoothest, the most even that she could, before letting her fingertips slide down to connect to the end of the cigarette, plucking it from the box and bringing it to hover just at the corner of her lips as she waited for the flame to be offered.
"A friend of yours, Mr. Carmichael?" Autumn questions, as she turns her gaze to follow his as he glances out into the crowd once more, an eyebrow piquing curiosity upwards as she studies the girl, obviously the torch singer, based both on her attire and do-up, and the cluster of men that sought to buy her drinks and find their way into her.... favor. "Getting what you want is the easy part, love, the question becomes, then, just how far will you go to get... what it is you're after?" She questions, letting her words linger in the air for a moment before she turns her gaze back towards him, a smile curling up one corner of her lips. "Nicholae, I know him, and I know that he would... has gone to the end of the earth in hunt of what he wanted, but... I don't know you quite that well enough to answer that question myself, now, do I?"
she'll suck you dry but still you'll cry, to be back in her bosom to do it again she'll make you weak and mourn and cry, to be back in her bosom
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« Last Edit: Sept 29, 2009, 10:17am by Autumn Abbott »
Re: you're all kinds of beautiful || Open. « Reply #23 on Oct 1, 2009, 8:38pm »
Carmichael leaned forward to light Autumn’s cigarette, lingering intently within her personal space a moment, before closing the lighter with a snap and leaning back into the velvet embrace of the overstuffed armchair beneath him. He drew deeply from his own lit cigarette, allowing the thick, heady smoke to permeate his dead lungs just as the music below permeated his mind, before exhaling with a wistful sigh.
“My own personal Eden,” he declared, then nodded to the sensuous form of the singer below as she slinked her way back towards the backstage area, “Complete with apple. Oh yes, we are well acquainted,” he directed his response toward Autumn unabashedly, “But I think we shall all be better acquainted before night’s end.” He smiled openly as he saw the girl whisper something in the ear of a man she passed. Carmichael allowed a moment before he continued. He fixed his eyes intently on Autumn’s, though his body language was easy and casual.
“My dear Autumn, I have worn myself my self weary through the decades pursuing my pleasures. Each more sublime than the last, each chase worth as much as the indulgence itself. But there is one thing I have discovered as I watched the future become history, it is that the world has no ends. Any man who claims to have journeyed to those fabled shores had to have abandoned the quest at some point.” at this he chuckled quietly, as if at some private joke. “For myself, I adore a good chase. Who of our kind does not? Though, to be honest, my prey usually relishes capture just as much as I. But why should those such as we expend our energies playing at mortal games when all the world is our playground? Would you not rather indulge than deny yourself? Especially when the prize is sweeter when it is shared?” He smiled his damned, smoldering smile at this. “I am ever so fond of sharing life’s most exquisite moments, after all.”
Below, the music resumed, and it was a dark, sensual, smoky piece in the grand tradition of the days most mortals here had never seen, but Carmichael recalled with timeless reverence. The song was steeped in love, treachery, anguish, and revenge… all the good things in life, Carmichael thought with a smile. He closed his eyes in a quiet moment of simple ecstasy, a revelry of the senses; the soft touch of the chair, the silky tones of the band, the agonizingly close scent of human blood. It was moments like this he existed for. When the moment passed, he looked at his companions, eyes bright with unashamed pleasure.
“So tell, me; Is it truly chance that brought the two of you here? Nothing more? When there is so much to tantalize the mind along these fog-shrouded shores? Oh, my new friends, the treats we are in for!” he laughed at loud, a not entirely pleasant laugh, but from his lips, it still flowed like liquid gold. “The way I hear it, this place is the proverbial hurricane’s eye, as far as our kind is concerned. Yes, big things are happening in this little part of the world. Things which could prove infinitely distracting for the few that would seek such distractions.”
Re: you're all kinds of beautiful || Open. « Reply #24 on Nov 4, 2009, 11:16pm »
Nicholae watched as his sister accepted the rare cigarette and then turned her attention below to the human girl that had stolen Carmichael's attention. A wry smile appeared as he wondered whether or not Carmichael noticed Autumn slip in demeanor as she stared below at the singer. If there was one thing that he understood implicitly it was that his sister did not like competition. No matter if they could ever compare to her in any way, their attempts usually succeeded in doing little but eliciting her ire.
He raised an eyebrow again with a slight chuckle as their host spoke of following his quests for pleasure. There was something that drove this man beyond the bounds of reason on his hunts. He knew what drove himself and his sister beyond those very same boundaries, but he wondered what drove Carmichael. His tone that his voice sank to at his last sentence however drove a small shiver up Nicholae's spine. Apparently his talents were not limited to the one his attention rested on. The thought brought a not entirely pleasant smile to his lips.
When they music reached them from below their host seemed to sink into it as if drinking it in along with everything else about the club. Nicholae could feel his own eyes darkening and the hunger beginning to gnaw at the back of his throat. It brought a familiar tingling sensation to his skin and his senses heightened. Making every note of the music drifting from below sharper, clearer. He reached his hand out and ran his finger tips along his sisters shoulders and down her spine relishing the fire that jumped from her skin to his.
Their host returned his attention to them then. Nicholae turned his gaze to him in return and saw the reflection of the look in his own eyes in Carmichael's. The twinge of excitement that the realization brought him made him slightly shift and graze one nail across his sisters skin, not deep enough to leave a mark but deep enough to get a reaction. A grin spread across his face in anticipation of what this relationship would bring.
Nicholae laughed at his hosts questioning and drew a long pull off of the delicately laced cigarette. 'Let's just say that we were.......convinced that leaving our last residence would be beneficial to everyone. Where we moved after that is simply happenstance.'he gestured a hand out over the balcony, 'But perhaps it was the draw of this intoxicating place that called to us from a distance. It is like a fine delicacy, expertly crafted just for our senses and tastes. It should be enjoyed slowly, relishing every delicious moment.' His voice sculpting itself into his usual silky seductive tones. While not a supernatural talent, Nicholae had spent many long years perfecting his allure and reveled in using every trick in the book.
He raised an eyebrow at Carmichael's description of the growing hurricane. 'We had not heard anything. Surely a place this small could not support a vampire community very large. What sort of trouble could be brewing here.' he did not even bother to try and hide the curiosity in his voice as he watched his hosts reactions. He seemed to be a man in search of a very dangerous pleasure. A pleasure that would be exactly the type that Nicholae himself was in search of. He cast a glance at his sister wondering if her mercurial mood would enjoy this change in atmosphere or if she would begin to lose patience with the conversation. He smirked again with the knowledge that if this change in topic was not to her liking, she would very quickly make it known what intentions she had on the evening.
Re: you're all kinds of beautiful || Open. « Reply #25 on Nov 11, 2009, 4:25pm »
*DON'T BE AROUSED ___ by my confession
unless you don't give a good
goddamn about
i know christ is comin', and so am i, and you would too if that sexy devil caught your eye
Autumn's brow slanted upward, granted, to such a subtle degree that few might have noticed, at the biblical reference, to both the speakeasy, and the 'forbidden fruit', of the torch singer, her scarlet hued gaze sliding for the briefest of moments from their host, to said temptation. No, it was hardly a comparison, she knew, she could argue, the lifetimes of experience that her body would have to offer, the distinction between immortal flesh, and the fragile, comparatively infantile flesh of the golden-haired girl... but that did not mean that there was not that moment's flare, that instant of jealousy, at the thought of their dark-haired gentleman host plying his attention and focus upon the mortal.
Undeniably, she had a certain charm, her flaxen locks and soft limbs, the tremulous quaver of her voice, the natural breathlesness of her words that so many women practiced for a lifetime and could never perfect... the tenderness of her heated skin, the chaotic rhythm of her heartbeat that would flutter and grow louder, as her passion was stirred, as lips and fingers caressed skin, delving and tormenting, teasing and provoking... the softest whisper of a sigh brushed past Autumn's perfectly painted lips, wistful, or woeful, the two so often interchangable in her mind.
Her lips drifted, settling into the all too familiar low and bemused smile, as she felt Carmichael's eyes coming once more to find hers, her gaze slowly and smoothly sliding up to meet his, behind the half mocking demurely lowered lashes, as the graceful sway of her fingers shift, settling the end of the cigarette to her lips, the shallow imitation of breath dragging the sweet and aromatic smoke into her mouth, to swirl and play over her tongue, to tease the back of her throat, the opium laced wisps tantalizing, and achingly familiar, the flicker of recollections that swirled through the back of her mind drawing a low chuckle, the barest of sounds, idle trails of the purple tinted smoke escaping from her lips as the breath is released, achingly slowly.
"Perhaps it is our..." A moment's pause, as her gaze slips towards her brother, the self-satifised smile dancing across her expression again, at the turn of phrase. "Upbringing, as you might say, that is to blame, for my brother and I were taught from the earliest of our reborn days, that the hunt is the fun. The chase is the game, and the prize, regardless of just how --" Her gaze slides, darts, again, towards the blonde that sashays her way slowly across the floor, before settling back upon their host. "Scrumptious... never will last as long as the hunt. And while I will not deny the fact," Again, her gaze slides, pointedly, to shift, to allow her to take in both Carmichael, and Nicholae, in the same moment. "That there are times when I do support the idea of share, and share alike..." The last of her words held something, a low purr, almost, of satisfaction, or expectation -- or perhas, a combination of both. "There are other times," She continues, her gaze sifting to focus upon Carmichael's features, the outer edge of her brow slanting upwards, somewhere between taunting, and daring. "I simply revel in self-satisfaction for the sake of selfishness." She purrs, her gaze sparkling, dancing, with amusement, and an unspoken, undefined challenge.
Her expression remained, her beautiful features etched into something between amusement, and hunger, though for what, was anyone's guess, as the music swelled around them, and she let her lashes slip almost closed, her head tilting to allow the notes to brush against her ears, swelling and teasing memories, as she watched through the low slits of her partially lowered lashes, the expressions that drifted over her companion's features, taking in the unbridled hunger and fascination that washed over her brother as Carmichael's attention shifted to take the two of them in, together.
She had not yet decided, she mused, as to whether she was happy with the continued banter, and luxurious teasing and sensuous taunting that was becoming quickly ambient, between the three of them... though she had no chance of denying the spark of pleasure, and lust, that flared in her gaze as Nicholae lost himself in the moment, and the devilish smile coated his lips like nightshade... tempting, delicious... and deadly. She perhaps did not recognize, as his hand flitted, teased along the nape of her neck, feather light and razor sharp all in one, that her own expression mirrored his, as the thrill of the unknown, and the anticipation of the unexpected hung in the air around her like tiny sparks of static, the precursor to the eventual thunderstorm, or raging hurricane... which, time would be the judge...
Her lashes raised, slowly, as she again drew her cigarette to her lips, after daintly tapping off the loose ash into the glass ashtray that sat on the table beside them, focusing her gaze between the two of them as conversation began anew, her head tilting to the side at Carmichael's mention of trouble stirring.
A low chuckle escapes from her, at Nicholae's description of their depature as 'beneficial', a darkly amused smile tugging at her lips once more, a slight shake of her head. "Fear, while at times beneficial in prey, is not something I often enjoy seeing on the face of my companions." She states, with an obvious air of discontent, referencing their departure, and relocation. "But when good company is so hard to find these days, for the likes of us, I find that unfortunately there are times when mere boredom alone requires less... preferable alliances." She admits, with an idle wave of the hand that holds the cigarette, and a carefree shrug.
She did not offer any further inquiry, after Nicholae's questions to Carmichael, in regards to the whispers of trouble, but there was an air of curiosity that crept into her expression, her weight shifting slightly, drawn forwards a bit, as she watched Carmichael, to see what tidbits of fun and intrigue he might have to cast into the proverbial waters.
she'll suck you dry but still you'll cry, to be back in her bosom to do it again she'll make you weak and mourn and cry, to be back in her bosom
Re: you're all kinds of beautiful || Open. « Reply #26 on Nov 15, 2009, 11:58pm »
Carmichael leaned forward, fixing his companions with a conspiratorial smile, as he gauged them carefully. He could sense growing anxiousness from Autumn's body language, as well as quiet disapproval regarding his 'pet' below on the stage. That much was to be expected, but Sophie had her uses and her amusements, but not the same sort of amusements he envisioned partaking of with Autumn. Dalliances with humans necessitated a gentler hand than he preferred to use. Nicholae was another sort all together. He was cagey, beautiful and dangerous, an admirable sort of villain. They made a wicked pair, he liked them immediately. Autumn would need to be gratified soon, however, else she loose patience for the game. He approved of her impatience, it was a breathtaking trait in her.
”It's simply too intriguing.” he continued, ”You see, it all started a few months back in Seattle. I caught wind of a rash of suspicious killings among the mortals. Savage affairs. The human authorities thought they might have a serial killer in their midst. Of course, the truth was something a little closer to home. They were feeding attacks, and some of them very sloppy.” he paused for effect, drawing on his cigarette. After a moment, he continued, ”Even more telling than the killings, though, were the disappearances. A few dozen of them. The math was simple.” He gave a devilish smirk, ”The disappearances, the messy feedings, all point to one thing: someone was creating newborn vampires. A lot of them in a short amount of time. I take it you're familiar with the tactic called Benito's Gambit?” He waited a moment to make sure his listeners were following him, ”Someone in Seattle was building an army of newborns. Not the sort of thing you hear of happening this far north. Well, here's the really good part: not so long ago, the attacks in Seattle stopped. That means the army was on the move, right? According to what I could gather, they went south. There were a few attacks around Port Angeles. Then; nothing. The whole army vanished somewhere south of here, without a trace. At least two dozen newborns, and their creator, just gone.” he snapped his fingers, ”Like that. Into thin air. So what happened to them? That's the real question, isn't it? And there's more. Word has it from the old country that something has stirred up the hornet's nest in Volterra; something here in the new world. Now, my thought is that the two events might be connected. Which means that we could be sitting on the epicenter of something big, if we can only find out what it is. A coven with a good set of eyes and ears could make some serious waves in this little pond, if you take my meaning.”
Re: you're all kinds of beautiful || Open. « Reply #27 on Dec 1, 2009, 10:01pm »
Nicholae's attention quickly reverted to his host as Carmichael leaned forward and fixed his gaze on them. Their hosts voice was like an entity of it's own and it commanded thier attention as if reaching out and grabbing hold of them. Nicholae's hand teased along Autumn's neck and down her arms as they listened to Carmichael. He grazed her skin just enough to cause the electricity to jump between them keeping her just slightly distracted from her momentary jealousy of the girl at the microphone.
The information that their host was passing on to them got more and more interesting in Nicholae's eyes the farther he got into the tale. Mass murder, bloodthirsty villians with no regard for consequences, bloody trails that disappeared in fog shrouded mystery, what could be better than that. It was only a pity that it would probably turn out to be one of their kind responsible for it. It would be an excellent twist if turned out that there was a human behind it all, but it was highly unlikely. Nicholae smirked slightly thinking of the headlines that he could collect from that. Still, it might not be a total loss. If there was a collection of vampires in this area that was capable of completely and silently anhiliating an entire army of newborns and their creator, then it would definitely be worth investigating.
He eyed Carmichael again, his gaze raking down the man from his silky locks to his long slender hands with an opium laced cigarette carelessly perched between two long fingers. His eyebrow raised slightly at the nearly breathless anticipation that drifted along with his intoxicating voice. Their hosts intense scrutiny of Autumn carried the weight of a predator selecting it's next meal and caused a slight shudder as the news of mayhem and vengeance from the Italians mingled with the soft seductive caress of Carmichael's voice. He knew by his sisters slight breathlessness that the combination had not escaped her notice either.
Their host mentioned the usefullness of a coven in the area and he turned to him again and studied his features trying to glean something of what was meant. Was this intoxicating stranger suggesting that they coven up together to make the most out of what was to come in the encroaching chaos. Nicholae allowed his mind to drift through the many pleasant avenues that such a grouping would allow before focusing on the important piece of information at hand. The Volturi had become restless. He had known that it would happen eventually. He wondered if the recent events would be enough to force them to overstep their bounds. As much as he had thought about it over the last few decades, he didn't relish the idea of trying to plan a war again them with just himself. Perhaps if they came here and over played their hand, then they would be able to join the efforts of others, to rid the world of the poser Volturi.
He didn't have anything against the Volturi as a rule. It was just that he was very aware that eventually Autumn would overstep the boundaries of their carefully escribed rules, and then he would have to war with them. He had very little hope of coming out of the situation alive, but it wasn't like he had a choice. He wasn't entirely certain that he relished the idea of the Volturi being in the area so close to his sister. He looked at her as she leaned slightly forward, her breath catching in her throat as she listened to Carmichael. He wondered if both Carmichael and himself would be enough to keep her safely entertained with the presence of the pathetic noble family in the area.
Nicholae looked back at their host and was fairly certain that he could provide a distraction for them if he put his mind to it. He was also simultaneously aware of the fact that the man would be just as likely to wind her up and turn her loose while he sat back and enjoyed the insanity and destruction that followed in her wake. Imagining it brought a smile to his lips. The three of them would make a devastating coven, when they could tear themselves away from each other. Not like that was a bad thing though. 'It sounds...beautiful, and intriguing.
' he smiled at Carmichael. 'What exactly are you suggesting my seductive friend.' His eyes ran over his host again and took a drag from the exquisit cigarette while he waited for his answer.
Re: you're all kinds of beautiful || Open. « Reply #28 on Dec 30, 2009, 9:45am »
[justify]
*DON'T BE AROUSED ___ by my confession
unless you don't give a good
goddamn about
i know christ is comin', and so am i, and you would too if that sexy devil caught your eye
Autumn's weight shifted, without conscious thought, just slightly, as Nicholae's fingers brushed against her skin, drawn like a moth to the flame as his touch teased against the skin left bare after the removal of the unnecessary snug fitting jacket that had 'protected' her from the rain, or the wind of the fast moving beauty that others might call just 'the car'... She, much like her brother, was intrigued by the revelations of their day turned night's companion, the peak of a curved brow arching upwards as Carmichael's words laid out the imagery of rent flesh, and blood-sot eyes opened wide in anger and hunger.
"A newborn army... it has been many a decade since we have heard tell of any brave, or idiotic enough, for such a task. The last we saw of such was in Mexico, and the southern territories, when they were still such." Her gaze flickered towards Nicholae then, a brief study to both question, and confirm, whether he had heard of any such as what their host spoke of, or anything that might have slipped her memory. She had a habit of letting anything deemed irrelevant or unimportant (uninteresting) slip right in one ear and out the other, and only occasionally would her memory be jarred enough to recall something that she hadn't paid attention to at the time.
The cigarette was dragged to her lips, a slow pull taken off of it as she mulled over the details, the implications, of Carmichael's revelations, her gaze slipping up to follow the slow drift of purple tinted smoke that escaped from scarlet-touched lips as she let out a long, and impossibly slow breath. "It's strange, don't you think, Nicholae, that this is something that our dear 'father' forgot to mention when he suggested the dreariest corner of the known world as the placement for our new home?" Her tone was light, and airy, almost to the point of nonchalant, were it not for the almost dusky undertone, the air of discontent and almost suspicion that danced over her features, darkening them into something fierce, and predatory for a moment as she weighed the likelihood of whether their overly-precaution-inclined 'family' would actually miss something of the sort... or if they were hoping, in their own subtle way, to throw the twins to the proverbial wolves.
As with all of her kind, the memories of her mortal life were vague, at best fuzzy, others simply gone, discarded, unimportant... but their return, their attempt at civility and normalcy when they went back to their once upon a time home in Russia... that had been in their vampiric life. And the details of those events were not ones that she would ever forget, willingly, or otherwise, the fury and disdain and utter lack of compassion that her protests were met with, the shock upon her own features as her father had risen to tower over her, had curled his hand back to strike.... The thought, however slim, that their newest 'father' might be attempting something of the same...
It was not something she would put past them, their new 'father' in particular; sadistic and manipulative in his own right, though in some ways he had far more of a hands off policy than she and Nicholae tended to lend themselves to. But would they, would he, in fact, set the dominoes in place for she to take the blame by the Volturi's hand for such a plan, or for the deaths done in such sloppy deeds? Surely... they wouldn't conceive her possible of something simply so... juvenile. Teeth flared visible, briefly, the hint of a snarl that rose, and vanished, in the same moment, perhaps not even lingering long enough to be noticed by mortal eyes, as her own gaze narrowed slightly, as she turned her gaze and focus back onto those beside, and in front of her.
she'll suck you dry but still you'll cry, to be back in her bosom to do it again she'll make you weak and mourn and cry, to be back in her bosom
Re: you're all kinds of beautiful || Open. « Reply #29 on Dec 31, 2009, 12:54am »
Carmichael's eyes narrowed to impish slits as he regarded his two new finds. The woman hung on his words, just as he was accustomed to that sex doing, and, more delightful still, her brother/lover hung on their intent. He had spent the evening thus far weighing the pair, and if he was any judge, found them a worthwhile pair of villainous predators. They had similar tastes in refinement and vice, and similar appetites, for destruction as well as...other things. The woman seductive and murderous, the man devoted and brutal, the pair were dangerous indeed. In other circumstances, the pair would make the perfect adversaries for his games, but now...perhaps now there were bigger fish to fry, and this pair could only fan the flames.
”Father?” he said, his voice mocking and thick with cynicism. He had noticed of late that so many coven leaders tried to adopt that title. Perhaps they thought it gave them some inherent authority, the illusion of family ties. ”The head of your little family? Yes, curious indeed that such a fact should go unmentioned.” Carmichael found it very curious. Most coven leaders were at least passingly aware of the doings of the mortal world, at least where that world crossed paths with their own. He wondered why, then, a coven leader would knowingly lead his coven into an area that would already be under such close scrutiny. Especially a coven with members like the intoxicating Autumn and Nicholae, who held such things as discretion and temperance in such low regard. Then he thought back to the third member of the coven, the attractively naive, but all-too-human Madison. It was possible that dear Father preferred to surround himself with silly little human impersonators than true monsters like himself; like Autumn and her brother. If that was the case, such a pair could become cumbersome, wearisome. One might even begin to look for ways to rid themselves of the pair. Maybe even permanently. ” Either your old man is going senile; or perhaps he had designs here himself. Either way, such an oversight could prove dangerous, if you were inadvertently caught in the crossfire, don't you think? At least now you are forewarned. The question is, what will you do with that knowledge? The prudent vampire would probably head for the hills, but what good is prudence when impudence is so much more fun?”
He passed a knowing look between Autumn and her brother. He could see the wheels turn behind Autumn's scarlet eyes as she contemplated the same avenues of paternal treachery. How delightfully her mind worked, sinuous and sinister, and her brother; all thunder and brimstone, both darkly alluring. This game was about to become exponentially more intriguing. ”It may be true that we are sitting on a powder keg, but do you know the most beautiful thing about a powder keg? It's perfectly harmless unless someone strikes a match.” he smirked, ”Or three. As to what I'm suggesting, my dear Nicholae, simply this: it has been nearly a hundred years since the Volturi last flexed their muscles. They've been content to hole away in their fortress and rely on their reputation to hold their power. Now some hidden power has forced them to venture out, counting on the strength they had a century ago. But if there is one thing I know, it is that for every rise there is a fall, and I desperately want to be there for that fall. Even if it means I have to orchestrate the whole affair. In fact, preferably so. Just imagine the gains to be had by whoever is willing to pick up the pieces in that aftermath.” he paused for effect, and the silence was so deep you could hear an empire fall. ”But first, we must discover just what it is that has set the Volturi's sights on fair Washington. Now, if we are of the same mind, I say we act as one. Of course, if you have any unfinished business to square away with you current...family, I'd be more than willing to offer my unique brand of services. In fact, I have something waiting in the wings I'm just dying to try out. What say you, my kindred?”
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