Normality returns.

Sarah knew the feeling all to well. It's a feeling that all of Sarah's kind share. A feeling that burns with the intensity of fire. The feeling brings upon an instinct that can result in death. It is handed down from vampire to vampire. A curse to some, who choose not to embrace it, who live in denial. To others, it is the greatest pleasure. Sarah knew it was now time to feed.

As Sarah is being accompanied 'home' by her handsome, half-intoxicated companion, she begins to smile to herself, the daemons in her taking over. She leans her head slowly towards her companion's neck, tentatively running her tongue over it. The licking turns into some soft kisses, mapping a circle upon his neck. Raising her head slightly she grins revealing deadly fangs, trademark of her kind. She then bites hard and deep into the shocked victim's neck, Sarah knew now she had passed the test, she was a vampire and she loved it. But she still had some unanswered questions, questions that only Christina can answer. Negligently she lets the corpse fall to the cold earth at her feet before fading in to the deep recesses of the night.

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Christina stands high upon a hill, her dark dress flowing about her the in swirling midnight winds. Far in the distance she can hear the sounds of masonary, and see the flickering torches of Castle Tyrak as the slaves work hard constructing it's perimeter defences, the Castle itself having been completed some time ago. Looking down the hillside she spies a small shadowed figure, moving swiftly toward her. "Sarah..." The Lady of Tyrak muses silently, then smiles slightly to herself, a look of relief passing over her face. A few moments pass before the figure of Sarah finally appears, silhouetted by the light of the moon. Extending her arms slowly, Christina smiles across at her long time companion. "You have passed..." She almost whispers the words as she speaks, and with her hands motions for Sarah to approach. Sarah, ignoring all protocal breaks in to a run towards her Lady, and friend, nearly collapsing in to Christina arms as she reaches her. The two embrace, Christina showing no emotion once more. "Sarah... it has been a tiring evening so far, I must feed..." Looking down at Sarah, she smiles widely, extending her fangs to their full length. The reply comes quickly from Sarah, yet not spoken aloud. As Christina looks down at her, Sarah's eyes fill with excitement and lust at the prospect of feeding along side her Lady once more.

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Heavy breathing and groaning is heard as a young man, no more than twenty years old vainly attempts to lift his load back up onto a cart. With a rear wheel of the cart snapped clean off, the various crates and chests slide off hitting the moss covered path with a loud thud. "Oh no..." A sweet angelic voice comes from down the path, causing the young man to stand up to his full height, revealing short brown, wavy hair and two curious yet wary green eyes. From the shadows of the high standing oak trees steps a young woman, long red hair reflecting golden in the moonlight is complimented by full voluptuous lips as her crimson dress flows about her. "Your cart... it's broken" The woman moved slowly toward the young man, not breaking her stride until she stood mere feet from him. "Yes... it is Ma'am..." The young man looks the woman over, smiling a little as he admires her near perfect curves, clearly outlined by her lightly woven attire. "Well now, that's just not good is it..." She smiles softly up at him, meeting his eyes with hers before breaking in to a playful giggle and turning away, embarrassed. The mans face softens, now smiling at the unexpected distraction. He explains his predicament, his cart having broken a wheel on a nearby rock, leaving him stranded there on his way back to his Father and his store in the nearby township. "Oh!" the young man exclaims suddenly, "I've not introduced myself properly... my apologies, I am Jacob, son of Thomas the Merchant." Jacob takes the womans hand awkwardly and with little grace procedes to kiss it. "I am Sarah...it is a pleasure to meet you Jacob" She smiles down at him, playful eyes darting from his hand, still holding hers, to his eyes. "If you would like Jacob... I have a place you can stay for the evening, and tomorrow we can return with a wagon of my Father's. It will be enough to carry both your load and the broken cart all the way to your store." Jacob, clearly eager to spend and evening with the beautiful Sarah, took little time in deciding, and the two were quickly heading down the path.
They walked slowly, Sarah sometimes dancing around him playfully, and always chatting about the various topics each other would bring up. Soon enough, they began to ascend a small hill, Sarah's laughter echoing throughout the night as Jacob tickled her sides. Finally reaching the summit, the two stood side by side under the leaves of a grand Yew tree, looking out in to the night as clouds lazily pass across the moon. Sarah turned and faced Jacob, placing her hands on his chest as she did so "Jacob...Jacob... Jacob..." Her voice slowly turning in to a whisper as she runs her hands along his arms, extending them up against the trunk of the tree, eventually, her hands gripping Jacob by the wrists. Jacob grins down chuckling slightly, now clearly excited by what is to come next. A faint voice echoing from the shadows of the tree interrupts the two, "Sarah...what is it with you and these merchant boys... Oh well, he's a meal I suppose..." Jacob's chuckles suddenly end in a strangled gurgle, as Christina steps from the shadows, thrusting her fangs deep in to the exposed neck of the young merchant's son.

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> Sarah knew the feeling all to well. It's a feeling that all of Sarah's kind share. A feeling that burns with the intensity of fire. The feeling brings upon an instinct that can result in death. It is handed down from vampire to vampire. A curse to some, who choose not to embrace it, who live in denial. To others, it is the greatest pleasure. Sarah knew it was now time to feed. > As Sarah is being accompanied 'home' by her handsome, half-intoxicated companion, she begins to smile to herself, the daemons in her taking over. She leans her head slowly towards her companion's neck, tentatively running her tongue over it. The licking turns into some soft kisses, mapping a circle upon his neck. Raising her head slightly she grins revealing deadly fangs, trademark of her kind. She then bites hard and deep into the shocked victim's neck, Sarah knew now she had passed the test, she was a vampire and she loved it. But she still had some unanswered questions, questions that only Christina can answer. Negligently she lets the corpse fall to the cold earth at her feet before fading in to the deep recesses of the night. > <center>*</center> > Christina stands high upon a hill, her dark dress flowing about her the in swirling midnight winds. Far in the distance she can hear the sounds of masonary, and see the flickering torches of Castle Tyrak as the slaves work hard constructing it's perimeter defences, the Castle itself having been completed some time ago. Looking down the hillside she spies a small shadowed figure, moving swiftly toward her. <I>"Sarah..."</I> The Lady of Tyrak muses silently, then smiles slightly to herself, a look of relief passing over her face. A few moments pass before the figure of Sarah finally appears, silhouetted by the light of the moon. Extending her arms slowly, Christina smiles across at her long time companion. <I>"You have passed..."</I> She almost whispers the words as she speaks, and with her hands motions for Sarah to approach. Sarah, ignoring all protocal breaks in to a run towards her Lady, and friend, nearly collapsing in to Christina arms as she reaches her. The two embrace, Christina showing no emotion once more. <I>"Sarah... it has been a tiring evening so far, I must feed..."</I> Looking down at Sarah, she smiles widely, extending her fangs to their full length. The reply comes quickly from Sarah, yet not spoken aloud. As Christina looks down at her, Sarah's eyes fill with excitement and lust at the prospect of feeding along side her Lady once more. > <center>*</center> > > Heavy breathing and groaning is heard as a young man, no more than twenty years old vainly attempts to lift his load back up onto a cart. With a rear wheel of the cart snapped clean off, the various crates and chests slide off hitting the moss covered path with a loud thud. <I>"Oh no..."</I> A sweet angelic voice comes from down the path, causing the young man to stand up to his full height, revealing short brown, wavy hair and two curious yet wary green eyes. From the shadows of the high standing oak trees steps a young woman, long red hair reflecting golden in the moonlight is complimented by full voluptuous lips as her crimson dress flows about her. <I>"Your cart... it's broken"</I> The woman moved slowly toward the young man, not breaking her stride until she stood mere feet from him. <I>"Yes... it is Ma'am..."</I> The young man looks the woman over, smiling a little as he admires her near perfect curves, clearly outlined by her lightly woven attire. <I>"Well now, that's just not good is it..."</I> She smiles softly up at him, meeting his eyes with hers before breaking in to a playful giggle and turning away, embarrassed. The mans face softens, now smiling at the unexpected distraction. He explains his predicament, his cart having broken a wheel on a nearby rock, leaving him stranded there on his way back to his Father and his store in the nearby township. <I>"Oh!"</I> the young man exclaims suddenly, <I>"I've not introduced myself properly... my apologies, I am Jacob, son of Thomas the Merchant."</I> Jacob takes the womans hand awkwardly and with little grace procedes to kiss it. <I>"I am Sarah...it is a pleasure to meet you Jacob"</I> She smiles down at him, playful eyes darting from his hand, still holding hers, to his eyes. <I>"If you would like Jacob... I have a place you can stay for the evening, and tomorrow we can return with a wagon of my Father's. It will be enough to carry both your load and the broken cart all the way to your store."</I> Jacob, clearly eager to spend and evening with the beautiful Sarah, took little time in deciding, and the two were quickly heading down the path. > They walked slowly, Sarah sometimes dancing around him playfully, and always chatting about the various topics each other would bring up. Soon enough, they began to ascend a small hill, Sarah's laughter echoing throughout the night as Jacob tickled her sides. Finally reaching the summit, the two stood side by side under the leaves of a grand Yew tree, looking out in to the night as clouds lazily pass across the moon. Sarah turned and faced Jacob, placing her hands on his chest as she did so <I>"Jacob...Jacob... Jacob..."</I> Her voice slowly turning in to a whisper as she runs her hands along his arms, extending them up against the trunk of the tree, eventually, her hands gripping Jacob by the wrists. Jacob grins down chuckling slightly, now clearly excited by what is to come next. A faint voice echoing from the shadows of the tree interrupts the two, <I>"Sarah...what is it with you and these merchant boys... Oh well, he's a meal I suppose..."</I> Jacob's chuckles suddenly end in a strangled gurgle, as Christina steps from the shadows, thrusting her fangs deep in to the exposed neck of the young merchant's son.
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