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Posted 10-31-2017, 03:11 PM |
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Elizabeth extended her legs, leaning back into a red chaise lounge. Her hair was still thick, but it was silver now. Her skin was leathery and wrinkled now. It had been years since her last feeding, and this was shown through her exhaustion. A finger on her cheek, she waited for the howling of wolves before rising from her seat. A long, flowing dress was held against her body by a leather corset. Though the mirror near her doorway would not show her reflection, she moved with ease and ignored this little quirk. | ||||
Posted 10-31-2017, 03:58 PM |
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One Year Ago~~
Last edited by sylvanSpider; 11-01-2017 at 07:15 PM.
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Posted 11-01-2017, 12:01 AM |
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William tried his best to make up a smile for his beloved, however the strange encounter had left him a bit - out of place. His hair seems slightly shifted from where it naturally sat, his eyes held secrets that he hadn't yet deciphered. When Emily burst through his shifted vision, his fake smile warmed into a heartened grin. "Yes, well. The woman's a bit of a loon, I must admit." He kicked his shoes to loosen any dirt before stepping over the mantle into the house. He placed his coat onto the coat hanger next to the door and swept up Emily in an extended hug.
Last edited by Worm; 11-07-2017 at 04:38 PM.
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Posted 11-01-2017, 06:55 PM |
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Emily Barker was a quick lass and was, as per usual, quick to notice something amiss in her future husband's features. Her soft hand reached up to his hair, her eyes finding her fiance's own. All that could be seen in her own features were concern and worry. Mr. and Mrs. Trumbuckle had done right by her by introducing her to this wonderful man. She'd heard so often of unhappy marriages and was certain that hers would certainly not be one of those. Miss Barker's own heart lifted seeing life eek into his smile and her hands drifted down to his, “Dearest, you're so cold. Pray, come sit by the fi--” She cut off as he wrapped his arms around her and she sighed with the contentedness of a child playing on a warm spring day. | ||||
Posted 11-01-2017, 08:13 PM |
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Though William's feelings for Rosamund were mostly encompassed in apathy, he gave her a cold smirk and unhanded his wife to be. He smiled back at her though, hoping to cover her in his warmth. He couldn't wait much longer for the wedding. It had been almost a year, and any longer would just be misery. His hands lingered on Emily's arms for a moment longer before he released her. "You are absolutely right, Rosamund. And thank you." He sighed, finally stepping away from his prize and holding the glass of water in his hand. He took a seat next to the fireplace, extending his feet and leaning into the chair. He sat down his glass for less then a second before picking it up again and taking a swig of water. A refreshed sigh afterwards did not replace the ominous feeling in his gut. | ||||
Posted 11-02-2017, 04:37 PM |
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Rosamund returned his cold stare with one of her own, shifting her eyes only when he released his hold. Upon her release she gave a curt nod to replace the form 'you're welcome' he was due. Mr. Shaw was one gentleman that made a job such as hers much more difficult than it needed to be. Had the wedding been arranged, and at least one of the two parties less attractive or older, she would not have to chastise him so much. As it stood, she became the ghost of the Shaw residence while Miss Barker made her nuptial changes to the property—waking up at odd hours of the night to creep to Miss Barker's room to ensure that she was still there and not in Mr. Shaw's chambers. | ||||
Posted 11-04-2017, 04:36 PM |
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Sipping on his water, William tried to disguise his shaking hands. Something had come over him in the little time away from his strange visit. He felt as though someone were watching him constantly, making him slightly queasy. "Yes, yes. I'm sure they're just rumors." He tried to dispel his own insecurities in this response. The thought of the old widow, brought pangs of guilt. She's just a tired, old woman. Nothing to worry about. He cleared his throat, looking over at the love of his life, remembering the comment she'd made earlier, and nearly spitting out water. | ||||
Posted 11-08-2017, 09:07 PM |
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Posted 11-12-2017, 06:42 PM |
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As sleep blanketed William into a deep delirium, his room became a shadow in time. The sounds of his window creaking in the wind lulled him to the point where a shadow standing over him didn't wake him. He could still see it happening though. He saw it all. A smooth, pale face smiled above him. It was a woman, but her eyes burned with an untamed fury. Before he knew it, he was levitating. Surely, this was just a dream. And with a wave of a hand over William's face, it was. There was finally darkness. | ||||
Posted 11-12-2017, 07:30 PM |
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Posted 11-12-2017, 08:17 PM |
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Sun crept in much too soon. The light filled the small room where William now resided. For a moment, he felt totally sober, like he was waking up back home, in the attic. The smell of brisk morning air was under his nose, causing him to curl into a tighter ball against the cold draft. Unfortunately, when he did so, he pulled his knee against a woman's soft thigh. He jumped, pulling away. He felt the sheets under him, they were silk. Definitely not his. Was this actually real then? He felt his heart fluttering in his chest.
Last edited by Worm; 11-20-2017 at 09:13 PM.
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Posted 11-13-2017, 12:04 AM |
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~Simon's Interview~
As Simon walked, he scribbled notes from the earlier conversation. The list of suspects did just rise to one: Ms. Ward. However, his new target would not be the wrinkled old raisin, but a young lady. That is, provided this Ms. Ward could actually be the vampire. She'd try to pose as a granddaughter, or perhaps some other distant relation--making it less suspicious. But then, there was the trouble of the deceased being a woman. Typically, vampiric deaths were of the sex that the vampire would be most attracted to, but, he'd seen vampires attack the same sex before. It was an anomaly, but not unheard of. On his clipboard, he jot down a few words: Ms. Ward. Past cemetery. Moss Road. Simple enough. His walk was quick, the air was brisk, and a cloud came from his lips as he breathed making his way up Moss Road, whistling as he went. ~Our Dear Emily & Co.~ Emily gasped as Rosamund tightened the corset. The final stages for her going out dress were being applied, and Emily was actually quite excited to be getting out for the day. She'd convinced Rosamund to stop her work if only for a few hours to allow for a day on the town. A carriage sat outside ready to take the ladies to town, where Emily would be looking to buy a congratulatory gift for William on another successful sale. | ||||
Posted 11-20-2017, 08:13 PM |
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When Simon would finally make it to Ms. Ward's home, no one would be there to answer the door. Not Elizabeth. And certainly not William. He was in a prison of passion, tied up, used and abused. The three girls were more than grateful for the life that Elizabeth had given them, no matter how lowly their existence was. They had a man now, and they were more than willing to share. William was rail thin and pale, even after one night with the three savages. | ||||
Posted 11-20-2017, 09:28 PM |
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Simon approached the door, looking up at the sheer magnitude of the Ward residence. While not a giveaway on its own, it was common knowledge among hellsings that vampires did prefer to live in luxury. His whistling didn't stop, however, as he wrapped his bony fingers around the knocker and slammed down on it hard three times in succession. | ||||
Posted 11-23-2017, 11:09 PM |
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William was sure that he heard knocking. His eyes remained closed, letting the knocking vibrate his skull. It was a terrible headache. He felt the sheets of his old bed and was sure he was still in a deep, relentless nightmare. The sun seemed to be pouring in over his head. What William didn’t know was that he was trapped in a dimension between reality and the unknown. The mirror which avoided Elizabeth’s undead body, was the cage which contained William and Elizabeth’s three concubines. | ||||
Posted 11-26-2017, 02:08 AM |
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