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Devon Departs for Conclave Nov 10, 2014 9:19:03 GMT

Post by Admin on Nov 10, 2014 9:19:03 GMT

« Thread started on: Jun 22nd, 2012, 7:15pm »

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05Aug00 0140
Avenal, California

Devon and I sit cuddling on the terrace couch. A blanket covers us a bit from the night breeze blowing up the cliff to the house from the sea.
When the phone rings he stands and heads to the extension in the front den. Whispers of growing anger fill my ears and I find myself leaving the couch to creep to the door and listen in.
“Does it have to be seen to this night?”
A brief moment of silence filled by his frowning. “All right, give me about ten minutes and I will be there.”
He hangs up the phone and turns to gaze at me with the dark ebony eyes I have grown to love in the past 4 years I have been here. My struggles and fears from the first couple weeks seem nothing more than foolishness now that I have accepted being Vampyre and am bound to the one man I can call soul mate and lover as well as Sire and friend.
“What is it, Hun?” I hear myself say. I know worry has crept into my voice. I still have much to learn before I can conceal ALL I feel from those I speak to.
“There is a problem at the docks, Alex,” his voice wavers. “It cannot wait till the next Clave meeting. I have to go take care of this now...tonight.”
As he crosses the room to me I am filled with a sudden feeling of dread and fear.
“No, Devon, please don’t go! Something isn’t right, I can feel it!” My hands grasp at the front of his open shirt as my voice and eyes plead for him to stay.
He takes my hands gently in his and whispers against my lips in a kiss full of promise and love, “I shan't be gone long, then I shall show you more of the wonders of what you are.”
His hands travel seductively over my waist and down my hips as he pulls me to him in a promise of things to come upon his return.
“All right, perhaps I am just tired and think you have been too busy of late. I shall wait as I know I must.” A grin covers my face, “But I shall make you pay when you return.”
His laughter echoes mine as he kisses me deeply and runs to the hall and up the stairs to change into his business attire.
Devon is Prince of the Clans and wishes nothing more than to see the internal struggle between the Clans come to an end. It seems lately that we have died by the hands of our fellow Vampyre more than to the cause of other things including Hunters and Slayers.
I sigh and walk to the front door with him as he come down the stairs a moment later. As I rise up on tip toes to kiss him passionately, I am again gripped by a fear that sends my head swimming and I cling to him one last time pleading.
“Please, Devon. I do not think you should go! This feeling is stronger than just lack of sleep and attention. I feel something terrible is going to happen. I know it is!”
The fear in my voice does nothing more than cause him to frown as he me back gently from him.
“Alex, listen to me. I have been to the docks a thousand times in the centuries I have been Primogen of the Ventrue. Even more as Prince of the Realm. Nothing is going to happen, and you know I have to go. I am forever joined to you Alexandra Moroveston..... You will know I am well and also know if I come to harm. I shall be back as quickly as I can.”
With those final words and a kiss to my forehead and my lips he steps into the night and vanishes with a swiftness only the undead possess.

I step back into the house and shiver knowing not what name to give to my fear and wondering if perhaps I am simply tired and want his attentions for myself. We have been so very busy lately that he has had no time to teach me what he should as my Sire.
I return to the terrace and pick the blanket up from where it was tossed on the flagstones. I take it back into the house not wanting to sit out in the wind alone. The sound of the sea seems to mock me when I am alone and I have no desire for its teasing this night.
As I open the door to the catacombs below Serenade I am once again filled with dread. I reach for Devon and feel his mind touch mine. It is strong and warm in reassurance that he is well and loves me.
Below in the darkness and warmth of the basement is a catacomb of halls and tunnels holding the various coffins and sarcophagi of those who call Devon Sire and Primogen. The Moroveston Clan.
I too have a coffin as does Devon, though we seldom use them opting for the master suite in the upper floor of the house.

I look once more to the door and then slip silently to the darkness below where it is less lonely than sleeping above all by myself.
As the sun heads for our horizon, the rest of the Clan comes in thru various tunnels and doors to slip into their “beds” with calls of good night and sleep well to each other. Many bow or nod in respect to my position as I pass to the far end where Devon's and my coffins sit on a slightly raised dais indicateing our position in the Clan.
Quietly I slip into the cool interior of silver satin. I close the lower half of the box and leave the upper half open so I may hear Devon upon his return when he will fetch me and we will sleep together in the warm bed upstairs.
I close my eyes as I hear the rest of the Clan fall silent. There is to be a festival of some sort in the next few days so the whole entire Clan is here for its celebration. I have yet to have anyone tell me what it is, for but I sense it has to do with the Primogen and therefor with me so I don’t pry when my questions are deftly turned to other subjects and never truly answered.

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Devon Departs for Conclave Nov 10, 2014 9:20:29 GMT

Post by Admin on Nov 10, 2014 9:20:29 GMT

« Reply #1 on: Jun 22nd, 2012, 7:16pm »

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I don’t know how long I lay there before I realize that once again my insomnia has won the battle against my sleeping and I sit up stretching. As a mortal I was an insomniac and could not sleep many nights. The irony is that as a Vampire, I could not sleep during the day and was often forced to simply lie in my coffin or in the bed up stairs and endure being still since no where else in the house had shielding from the intense light. About two months into my stay Devon discovered my trouble and had the library shielded with heavy curtains against the onslaught of the deadly light so I was allowed to roam to the library and read or do mending or sewing as I worked myself to the point I could sleep some before the sun retreated and once again leave the house in safety.
I decide this is another night I had best just get a good book and get comfortable since sleep was going to elude for me some time.
I slip silently from the pine and mahogany ornately carved box that had been a betrothal gift from Devon, who had a matching one made from darker woods. I pass the others who sleep deeply knowing the sun is up and none may go out into the city in safety, I wonder what has kept Devon knowing that in these early hours he is strong enough to come home to me still as his swiftness bordered on the invisible when in motion and so he could nearly outrun the light and return before the sun reached its zenith.
I reach my mind out tentatively and sense slight exasperation and mild anger but nothing serious as he gently touches my mind in a warm caress once again then returns his attentions to whatever he is dealing with.
I settle into a the deep cushions of the library chair I frequent more and more of late and pick up the book I am reading. Oddly enough it is a book of Vampires written by a mortal who seems to know more than may be good for his own protection. I breifly say a prayer for his mortal life knowing if certain folks were to figure out who he was, his knowledge , no matter how vast would never save him from what they would do to him.
As I begin reading I can feel the tug of Devon on my mind. I sense his desire to return to his home and to me but I am unable to get a coherent thought from him as I try probing deeper. It is as if another mind were superimposed between us keeping me from reaching him. As I struggle to keep a grasp of the thin line between our thoughts I feel him break thru in a single shout .
“AAAALllllleeeeexxx......”

Then silence.

The silence scares me more than that final scream. A scream filled with love, anger and not least of all of them is the burning desire for REVENGE!
The book falls from my hands to land on the floor in a dull thud as I find myself unable to move.
I reach out once more trying to find that thread that binds us on a deeper level than mortal can feel. I can feel nothing. Not that I sense his absence but I sense nothing!
A silent scream escapes my lips as I close my eyes clearing my mind as I was taught and focus on my image of Devon, sweet, dark , eternal Prince of the night. Again I find a void where I know he should be.
As I begin to feel panic rise in my mind and my throat I hear a murmur of rustling downstairs. Curiously enough I wonder about it simply because everyone should be asleep and no one stirs during the twilight hours except me.
As I stand on shaking legs and head for the door I can feel the panic amplified by Serenade and realize someone has entered the house against her will and has done something terrible.
I reach the balcony overlooking the foyer in time to see dark hooded figures fleeing out the front door. One of the figures turns suddenly pausing in his tracks as he pushes his hood back and stares up at me with eyes full of rage, anger and a sense of glee at such destruction that I am nearly thrown backwards from the force as he throws his images at me.
As I grasp the railing in support he replaces his hood an rushes from the house leaving the door open to the sunlight. It begins to creep across the porch towards the door as it passes over the house in its journey to set.
I manage to walk down the stairs without falling and shut the door as I feel the sun’s heat nearing me. I lean heavily on the door a minute trying to figure out what has happened when I hear the screaming.
The blood curdling screams no mere human even in the throws of deepest agony could recreate. No creature short of an immortal would have the power to endure any pain that would cause such a cacophony of noise.
I rush to the door behind the stairs leading down into the catacombs when I realize there is something terribly wrong down there. Just as I reach to open the handle I smell smoke and the stench of burning flesh. As the knob begins to turn I throw the bolt home to lock it shut.
I can hear the screams as my family and friends beg to be released from the burning hell insueing behind the heavy oaken and brass door. I step back till I bump into the wall and slowly slide down till I rest my head on my knees and weep. I can hear their please to be released yet I know if I open the door I shall burn, as well as Serenade. Though I am a coward in allowing myself to live, I know I have to save Serenade. She is all that will remain of the Clan as I know I will not survive long as a Sireless Vampire. Other undead will learn of my loss and flock to the house to make it theirs and I will have no place in the new household. If I am not killed outright, I am sure to die of loneliness and naivete as I know not what I am capable of or how to go about finding out.
I sat there for an unknown amount of time though I remember at some point the screaming stopped as did the sound of the fire consuming all it touched. Slowly I manage to get to my feet and trudge to the terrace. I stand drinking in the moonlight as I feel my eyes sting from the wind where they are raw from crying . They say you can cry yourself to death, I shrug wondering how long it takes and knowing also that to an immortal such a simple release would be too easy and therefor out of our reach.
As the moon reaches its zenith I cry out with all the anguish and sorrow I feel inside till nothing is left in me save for an empty hollow space where once my soul had been. That part of me know lies in the dark dank of whatever place they threw my lover, my soulmate, my Sire.....my dearest Devon.