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Carpe Noctem

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Carpe Noctem
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Nikolas
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Nox. It was the city beyond the veil, where the sun never shone and night was eternal. Situated parallel to the mortal realm, Nox was well hidden by a barrier only crossable by those touched by the darkness. While more than one species could cross worlds, it is Vampirekind that ruled with an iron fist. Politics were always a ruthless game, but much more cutthroat when eternity wasn’t far off from the truth and debts are literally paid in blood. It is a modern world run like a feudal system of old, built on slavery and run by royal lines. Nox, it was no place for free humans.

But what if a human found its way into the land of night?


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The door closed, exiting the last appointment of the day. A tall figure was all that remained in the sterile room, painted from ceiling to floor in white. A large chair, imposing, was made of stainless steel and sat at the front of the room. A dozen of smaller chairs lined a row on either side of a carpet that stopped short of the dais that the large chair sat on. The setup was awfully familiar of a throne room, with the sole figure sitting on the throne.

Nikolas visibly relaxed as the door shut. Lengthy fingers covered his face, pressing a middle finger to his forehead and his thumb to his temple as if to relieve pressure. The moment was short lived. A knock on the door echoed through the empty hall. His hand dropped and posture straightened to the tall six-foot-five.

“Come in.” His voice, dark like warm chocolate and tinged with an accent not quite placed rang out.

The door cracked and in entered another man clad in black, his bulging muscles visible beneath the skintight black shirt and slacks. A curled cord stretched from an earpiece and down the back of his shirt. The security detailed walked the long steps to the end of the carpet and abruptly stopped to bow, one knee down and an arm across his chest like a Roman soldier before his Caesar.

“Speak, Kern.” Nikolas said, eyes bearing down on the man.

“My lord,” Spoke the now named man, “A human has breached the veil. It is wandering the perimeter.”

Eyes narrowed, “How?”

“We haven’t yet received any further details.” Kern replied.

“Perhaps we should extend some courtesy and have them escorted in.” Nikolas said.

“Yes My Lord.” Kern replied, taking a step back and up, exiting towards the door without so much as a glance at the man on the throne.

“Oh, and Kern-“ Nikolas called after the man before he slipped through the door. “Please send in Alice, I may be in need of her services this afternoon.”

Nikolas was certain he saw a ripple of fear and disgust run through Kern as the door shut behind him. Such a reaction caused a wicked grin to tug at the corners of his lips. His eyes darkened.
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Re: Carpe Noctem

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It had been a hiking trip. A simple, weekend vacation get-together in the middle of nowhere. Things should never have escalated to the extent that they had. Lawrence Dubois tugged his younger sister Kate along by the wrist, looking back into the smoky black sky through semi-misty eyes. Sweat and charcoal clung to his skin like a bad date; his dark shirt might as well have been part of his tawny skin as they pushed through the thick brush.

"It can't be far, now." Lawrence assured the woman behind him, his walk slowing as hers came to an abrupt stop to accommodate yet another series of chest-wracking coughs. His chestnut eyes weren't sharp enough to make out the slight shine of tears at the corners of hers.

"I can't go any farther." She gasped. Both of her pudgy hands planted heavily on her wide thighs. Lawrence let out a gentle sigh. This would only be the beginning. One hand rose to push glasses up his nose that were no longer present, while the other took Kate's heaving shoulder and guided her to a fallen tree he couldn't identify and pushed her down into a seated position. Through heavy, foreign trees, the light of a large and very full moon tinkled gently down on their heads, casting the two human faces in shadow.

Lawrence sat next to the hefty lady, and slung one of his less than mighty arms around her broad shoulders.

"We'll stop here tonight, m'kay, Katie? I'll.. find something to light a fire, and in the morning, I'll see if I can get the GPS to work again. I promise, we won't stay lost forever. We don't die out here."

It couldn't have been more than five minutes later when his promise was about to show through as false. It was within those five minutes that six tall, slender looking men in a sleek dark uniform appeared with burning bright lights and batons at their sides. The lights illuminated the faces of the humans, giving them the appearance as grisly beasts of the wild, with leaves and branches caught in thick black hair and tears in their synthetic clothes. There were two humans; and that would not do at all, of course not. It had only been reported to the king that there was one intruder...

A simple fix, in the land of the nocturnal.

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Within the strong walls of the royal house of Nox, chaos ensued out of the earshot of the high ruler. Servants spoke of the possibility of outsiders; of a free human having managed to break through what had to of been nothing short of a magical barrier preventing all humans before them from doing the same. With the word of an outsider came controversy; with controversy came more talk, and excitement for humans as well as dismay. What could an outsider bring but change? And what has change done for them thus far, except cause pain and the suppression of the natural human rights their ancestors had once had, according to oral stories?

"Alice! Alice!" Whispered the voice of a young lady, still in her training years to be a proper human. Her golden hair was kept short and clean, her body wrapped in only what was needed to keep her warm enough to survive, and pleasant enough to taste. "What do you think it means, a human? Do you think that the nation of the free is on their way, like Gess believes it to be? Do you think that, perhaps, one day we might be able to speak freely? To walk the sands outside of the home walls?"

It may have been on cue, but it was at that point that the recovery doors swung open on well oiled hinges. The blond girl gazed out into the light of the corridor, blinking thrice to allow her eyes to adjust to the change in light. A gentle murmur among the humans kept on hand washed through the room. They all knew who was being summoned; Alice, again, was likely to be the one to have her name called, to do anything that Master Nikolas could possibly want her to do.

Many of the humans envied her, for her closeness to the big one.

The blond girl, known as Kippa, felt sick at the thought of Alice (and herself) giving her life to the king. She'd much rather Alice (and herself) give her life-blood, her life-sweat, and her whole to a vampire that chose her for who she was. Not for a vampire that took different humans depending on his mood. She wanted one day, when she was paired off for breeding, for her children to pass to a vampire master that perhaps cared, if only a little, for their lives. For the lives of their children, and so on down the line.

"Alice.. don't give your all to that Nikolas." Pleaded Kippa, reaching out one white hand to the other lady. "When you go, give only what he demands of you. For the light of the sun, do not give your all. This vampire.. he will not take a mate. Not in one of us."

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Re: Carpe Noctem

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Rosaline
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Word traveled fast, like a ripple in a steady pond the manor was up in arms. It was nothing more than a whisper; humans excited and frightened at the possibilities and terrified of the consequences if they were heard. Gossip was strictly forbidden. Still, amongst the servant quarters and guest corridor the new arrival was quickly becoming the word on the tip of tongues.

Faces peered from lightened windows out into the darkness where five figures silently moved up the expertly paved walkway. Two men in the front and two men in the back were clad from head to toe in black, uniformed by holstered guns and ear pieces that marked them as staff. The last figure was unrecognizable beneath the black sheath that cloaked his head. The bag was doing the trick, as the fifth figure stumbled on a stone and stopped, egged on by a hard push from one of the guards from behind. It seemed the quarry had been secured, though there was never any doubts. Nikolas only employed the best.

Another watched from the balcony that hung over the foyer. Bright blue eyes followed the stranger and his entourage as they paraded through the double front doors and down the hallway. Crimson lips tugged into a smile, exposing perfectly white teeth.

“My my my, what have we here? Vistors are so rare. I think I should introduce myself.” The woman spoke, to no one in particular. Her giggle resounded through the lobby.

“But I’m feeling a little peckish. Perhaps I should snack, wouldn’t want to get hangry in frount of the guest…” She said, turning and flipping waist length strawberry locks over her shoulder.

Her smile widened as whimpers sounded from all corners of the balcony, with three girls pressing themselves against the wall. Rosaline licked her lips; their terror was tangible and it was delicious. Graceful fingers stretched out, pressing into the tanned skin of the nearest girl. Soon, screams drowned out the sounds of everything else except for the soft cooing giggle of Rosaline.

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Nikolas
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“Enter.” The deep voice commanded in response to a soft knock.

Again the heavy doors opened and closed, revealing the slender figure of the girl he had summoned. As of late, she had been his favourite. Of all the bleeders that he had bred or broken, she was the cream of the crop. Diet, exercise, care and stress levels all factored into the taste. With much luck, the next generation would be more fruitful. A new enterprise was beginning, and the profits were promising. For now, he would savour the budding success.

Nikolas was not lounged in the seat. He leaned against the wall beside the door, knowing full well that he would remain unseen. Servants were forbidden to meet eye contact unless they were commanded. In a split second he was behind her, deathly cold fingers brushing against her neck as he moved away her hair. Green vision admired the graceful angle that presented itself, and the throb of the artery beneath the skin was not lost of him.

His height, imposing in the least, folded to smell her hair. Lips paused, absent of breath, and hovered near her ear.

“Hello, Alice.”

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Re: Carpe Noctem

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Lawrence
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There were no words in the world for the way that Lawrence felt as he was directed through unknown regions of land. There was no conceivable way to communicate his feelings of loss, his feelings of hatred and misery from beneath the dark bag. It didn't take long for the atmosphere to change. Soon, from some sort of vehicle to out of doors again, Lawrence's feet hit gravel that turned to uneven and broken pavement, which shortly after turned to what could only be the polished marble of a floor.

The men surrounding the outsider were trained for just about every occasion; threats to the high Lord or his kin, strangers in the land, rebellion, a sudden disease that killed off most of their food supply, other forms of natural disasters- the list went on. Given that the training for this expertise lasted four centuries, it only made sense that they would be the absolute best that the king could possibly want. They did not let Lawrence stray; every step out of line was accompanied by a gentle push that may or may not result in the soft human flesh in front of them blackening further into bruises. He was exotic, being from the outside world (from which he was really nothing special at all), and therefore went directly to the King's special little crop. Lawrence was the first in many, many years to be able to cross through the borders.

And given that he was filthy, he could not be presented to the King in such a state. He was brought immediately through the halls, and all but thrown into the showers. There, other pale hands reached forward and yanked the bag from his head and tear the clothes from his skin. The hot water burned, and disinfectant soaps stung in his cuts as harsh brushes scrubbed every last inch of his body. Lawrence couldn't see what was happening, with his eyes squeezed shut to keep the water out and the sudden bright, white artificial lights from throwing him a headache. He was pulled this way and that, until suddenly the water stopped and a brand new bag was thrown over his head and a light cloth towel was wrapped low around his hips. Before long, Lawrence found himself shoved into a room all on his own. He stumbled forward and just had time to take the bag off of his head before the heavy wooden door came to a loud close behind him. The room was empty, without chair, bed, or even toilet to keep him company. It was a room of waiting, and wait, Lawrence did.

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Daman
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As leader of his personal squad sent out, Daman had broken away from his group once the human was put to the showers and he had marched his way through the perfectly sanitized halls until he met in front of the door to Nikolas' personal appointment chambers. He stood off to the right side of the door, back straight and waiting. He would never hear what went on within the walls of the sealed room, not even the most loud and shrill of human screams. With the scent of human just outside the door- Alice, if Daman was correct- he knew better than to interrupt this time for their ruler. It would only result in a draining and beating, and quite possibly a demotion that Daman certainly wasn't willing to risk. Appearances were everything for the man; and to lose his position as one of the best would certainly be a black mark that no soap would ever wash away. As it was, he more than felt as though he should have at least been up to Kern's rank, if not higher than the leader of the entire guard. Kern was the only vampire aside from his lord that he had to report to.. and that man, Daman was positive, was a human sympathizer. Another thought that would likely never be voiced. A bubbled of resentment began to build inside of his gut as he waited for the human to leave.

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Inside of the king's chambers, Alice stood very still within Nikolas' grasp. Her shoulder blades drew back, and she was quiet. Her distinct, sultry eyes slipped closed and her breath came only a little bit quicker with the anticipation of what would soon come. "Milord." Came the one-worded greeting in return.

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Re: Carpe Noctem

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Nikolas
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A deep breath was drawn though it wasn’t needed; old habits died hard. Still, the aroma of the girl filled his nostrils. She smelled of harsh soap of the rigorous bathing regimens that he imposed, of vanilla and honey, or faint flowers like only his favourites were allowed to bathe in. He growled, soft, into the curve where Alice’s neck met her shoulder and pulled her small frame into him.

Nikolas allowed his hands to wander as his lips pressed, tender, into the warmth of her skin. The pulse below the surface was magnified, pounding out a Carol-like rhythm of ‘Eat Me, Drink Me’ until he could resist no longer. His jaw parted, lengthened incisors piercing directly into the artery. While he waited for her to tense from the pressure, he was aware that his saliva would dull the small amount of pain. His wandering hands were chaste, though he needn’t be, and roamed only to show possession.

He could feel her life-force flow, satiating him. A sweetness tinged her normal flavor; a subtle difference from introducing new fruits into the diet of his crop. It was trial and error, but this outcome was a pleasant success. While he longed to feed he knew that duties were at hand and took only enough to dull the edge. When he pulled back, Nikolas paused to cut open the tip of his finger and press it to her wound which healed nearly instantaneously. While some lords and ladies maimed and beat their property, he wasn’t that kind of man. Everything had its place, neat and orderly, and even a simple scar from feeding wouldn’t fly.

“Thank you, Alice.” He said, low, as he leaned into her ear again.

He wanted to pull her into him again and satisfy his other needs. Green eyes followed the curve of her neck and down to the small of her waist where one large hand sat. He marveled for a moment at how he could, literally, snap her in half in half a breath. The fragile nature of humans seemed so fickle and, whether enticed by blood or something else, it was turning him on.

Still, duty called.

“That will be all for now, Alice.” She was being dismissed.

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Rosaline
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Bright blue eyes beset on a rigid figure; statuesque in all his glory. Rosaline could barely contain her giggle as she imagined the guard decked out in antique soldier’s outfits like she’d seen the Englishmen wear outside the decrepit castle in the modern world. If they were unflinching then the guards here were unliving… oh, wait. That was accurate. The giggle bubbled out of her.

Strawberry curls bounced with each hip-swaying step., framing a porcelain face that belong anywhere but the sterile halls. Nevertheless, she was no stranger although many wish she were. Rosaline’s reputation preceded her, and pain followed. Her skills, outside of immortality, primarily existed with the ability to cause pain. It was her job to break people; mortal and immoral alike. And she was damn good at it.

“My my, Daman, you’re looking dapper today.” She purred, sliding a finger across the man’s chest as she strode by. She didn’t wait for admittance, not that a guard would be foolish to try and stop her. Rosaline already knew that Nikolas had company, and her face squished at the name Alice. What she wouldn’t give to have five minutes alone with that girl…

“Don’t worry, I’ll let myself in.” She called over her shoulder, pushing open the large doors in time to watch the tall figure pull away from the small human frame.

“Nikolas, Darling, I hope I’m not interrupting?” She knew she was.

“What do you want, Rose?” He asked, cold.

She laughed, “Why I hear we have company and have volunteered as part of the welcoming committee.”

Rosaline paused, dipping her head in some form of greeting. It was an acknowledgement of station even though he words were far too casual for formalities. Vampire politics were confusing at best. She rose and paused, a distasteful look befitting features as she gave a once-over on the human before turning attentions back to the black-clad male. She, herself, was in great contrast dressed to the nines in a form-fitting green dress that hugged her curves in just the right places.

Nikolas growled, though didn’t protest. He’d allow her to witness, but only because he knew her skills might come in handy. It was an anomaly as to how this strange human broke the veil, and one he planned to solve.

“So be it, bring him in.”

Rosaline’s face broke into a wider smile as she bounced, clapping excitedly. Nikolas moved to take his place on the throne.

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Re: Carpe Noctem

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Daman
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It was unsurprising to him, that Rosaline showed up. If she wasn't as sadistic, Daman would have considered looking over at the woman and maybe trying to size the vampiress up; he did not, of course. He stood rigid and unmoving despite the sensual fingers gliding over the front of his uniform as the lady passed. Rosaline could easily have been a pin-up girl, if she wasn't a terrifying long-term interrogator and general shark. As soon as Rosaline disappeared into Nikolas' chambers, Daman began the mental count-down from one hundred to keep his timing decent.

Inside of the chambers, Alice took a quick look at Rosaline's face, and then she slid her eyes all the way down the other woman's body. Assuming herself still dismissed, Alice flicked one more look at Rosaline (who she'd never had the 'pleasure' of getting to know intimately) and then at Nikolas, before turning to walk from the room slowly, her slender fingers reaching up to ghost over the flesh on her skin that had already been healed to perfection. She was as curious about the wild human as just about anybody else; but if he was kept alive for any time, she would likely meet him after he was broken and safe to keep with the rest of the flock. She would meet him in time.

As his mental timer chimed down to zero, Daman watched Alice as she left the room. Then he turned sharply and marched into the king's appointment room, and he slapped one fist across his black-clad chest, getting down on one knee in front of Nikolas where he now sat on the throne. There, Daman waited to be acknowledged, rather than speaking first. His eyes were down to Nikolas' feet, and he sat rigid as stone; there was not even a breeze to flutter his perpetually short black hair.


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Lawrence
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Meanwhile, Lawrence found himself pacing back and forth. The room was a steel prison, a white, blank slate and there was not so much as a scratch on the walls to be able to entertain his mind. He was stuck, forced to think of his sister, of his own situation. He paced, flashes of blood and bright lights clouding his eyes. He saw his sister reflected in the surface of the polished handle of the door. He saw his own demise soon on the horizon of the world's endless timeline. Lawrence was able to imagine hideous deaths; the deaths of his friends, whom he and his sister had been searching to meet up with and just enjoy the time off of work that they had. Lawrence mourned them as much as he mourned his sister; while he did not know if they were dead or not, he could see no other way for them.

Silent tears prickled the man's eyes as he screamed out in the room; the walls and door too heavy to carry his voice for far. The human had tried the door; he screamed and he yelled and he generally threw a fit as he was left alone. Lawrence felt violated from the cleaning process, and he felt an undeniable rage. And... finally, he turned and stared as the door's handle turned, and the polished wood began to swing inwards.

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