Alyss Castel's Story

Alyss Castel "It's got wit! I like you." she laughed into his mind, and the sides of her mouth quirked up in a tiny smile. She sent a little growl, but still laughed. "I'm Alyss by the way, not 'a parasite to humanity'." Slowly, she turned her attention back to Lucian in front of her, who she was still waiting for a response from, eyebrow raised.

When he did answer her, her eyebrow moved even higher up her forehead as if it were trying to disappear into her hairline. "Oh come on," she said, leaning forward onto her elbows, "Well I think we've already established that you don't think I'm much of a lady." she said with a fanged smile, "Let's hear it. Be that malfunctioning water pump, just this once." she honestly wanted to hear what he had to say. She was so outspoken and honest that she had forgotten that others were not. It just seemed so normal to her. She watched as he stared at the reflection in the cane, and unconsciously fixed a few of the curls that had fallen out of place as she had been feeding. Alyss went back to looking like a wide eyed porcelain doll.

Alyss Castel Alyss let her mind's eye move away from the creature that was poking at brains, and she flicked her head to the side lightly, a big of her bangs moving from her wide, blue eyes.

"Everything sounds better from your lips," Alyss said honestly, and shrugged her shoulders, "Doesn't sound as uneducated as it does from mine." Alyss let out another soft laugh as she crossed one leg over the other. "I'm sure there's a lot more going on up in your brain than the simple statement that I ain't a lady." she said, and didn't bother correcting herself. She was rather frumpled, at the thought that someone didn't like her simply because of the way she talked, but she had gotten used to it, so it didn't hurt her nearly as much anymore.

"What would you rather I be doing?" she asked, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms under her breasts, "wear long dresses and pour you your blood in a nice little teacup front of the fire?" she almost laughed.

Her ears pricked up when she heard a man, a man with a suitcase, say to kill and or maim those of the patrons that were not human. She flashed her glance back over to Lucian, in alarm. There were at least 15 men sitting there. She knew that she alone could take them, let alone her and the ancient vampire. But she didn't know what kind of weapons they had. She went to take a peek into their brains, but realized that they were heavily guarded. Her eyes widened again with alarm and she retracted her fangs.

Alyss Castel "Not really, just honest," she said and shrugged her shoulders. The fabric of her blouse moved about as she did so. She watched as his eyes flickered down to her arms, and instead crossed them over her chest. Not that she did much changing for anyone else around her, but she did realize how her arms pushed her breasts up and made them more noticeable and she didn't like that.

"More modestly?" she laughed, and looked around the bar at the other women that were there. "Honey, take a look around. I'm covered from neck to toe, save my fingers here." she said and wiggled a few of them to emphasize her point, and she laughed a little bit. She wasn't all that worried about the men, but she kept a careful eye on them just in case.

Again, Alyss's curiosity got the better of her. "What are you thinking about?" she asked. She was frustrated with her inability to read his mind, and wondered what made him drift off like that.

Alyss Castel Not only was she injured, she was angry. Her eyes flashed a deep amber, and the only thing she really wanted to do at that moment was rip a human man's throat out, particularly one who was holding a gun. She grunted in a very unladylike way. Oh he'd just love that one. Sarcasm.

She reached her long fingered hand down and grabbed the wooden leg, which seemed to go almost all the way through her, out, but thought better of it a moment later. She didn't know what was going to happen if she did that, and she wasn't sure she wanted to find out. Her wrist was still being held by Lucian, and she looked up, blinking a few times as he hovered over her, and informed her that she was injured.

"Yep," she said through gritted, fanged teeth, and leaned her head back just a bit, shutting her eyes tightly against the pain in her stomach, and the stinging in her orbs. "You don't have to do anything," she said. She felt like a burden already, and she wasn't even out of trouble. "Go if you need to." Alyss added, through gritted teeth. Her fangs had come down to their full length, and she made another pained sound as she shifted herself, trying to pull herself to her feet. Damn it.

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Alyss Castel "Well I sure am glad to be in the presence of a true gentlemen," she said, and gave as much of a smile as she could. Alyss suddenly heard the voices, and before she could open her mouth to warn Lucian, he was caught in the leg, and they went down.

Alyss hit the ground with a painful cry, one of her hands rushing to to her stomach, and gripping her shirt just above the spot she had been hit. Why couldn't they just leave? She flinched at his shouting, and threw one arm over her eyes before she realized that the colored mist was not as thick down by the ground. She used the arm that had been on her eyes and reached her hand out to grasp his arm... protectively? Instinctively?

Just because.

Alyss Castel Alyss had never gone through anything like this before. She was used to hunters, sure. But she had never been through anything like this. She reached to look for her rosary, and scowled when she realized that the "stake" had sent it into her. Ew. Alyss turned her eyes toward Lucian as he took her hand and began moving across the floor. She watched as he stood, and she tried to sit up. Tried being the main word here. She reached up and grasped the handle to the stairs, and pulled herself into a sitting position, but the pain in her stomach was washing over her like a wave at sea, and she was not going to be able to stand up. Not yet.

"Lucian, don't." she said in a strangled voice as she watched him walk toward the men. She flinched and threw her hands up in front of her face when she heard the gunshots go off, although none flew in and hit her.

Alyss Castel Alyss watched as he seemed to disappear, and let out a quiet "wow" when he came back to his normal appearance. She didn't give him the satisfaction of knowing she was amazed, though. When he came over to her, she gave him a once over with her eyes, flinching when she saw his leg. The stake in her stomach was throbbing something terrible, and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from shouting out every swear word she knew, which were plenty. She thought for a few moments, before deciding that the small home she had purchased in Wing City was the best and closest place. She had an area to sleep in. Both of them would fit just fine, with plenty of room, and it was close. She whispered the address to him, her eyes drooping a little bit. When she felt him lifting her, she groaned a bit, and opened her eyes all the way to look at him.

"Your leg..." she mumbled in protest.

Alyss Castel Alyss gritted her teeth, one single blood red tear leaking out the side of her eye as she was laid down. She listened to him saying something about studies, and let out a little bell like laugh, "That's fantastic," she said breathlessly, sarcastically, but in good humor. "That is, if I live through the night." she said seriously.

"Um..." she had never heard of it, "An older vampire owned the house before me. If he left any, they're in the cabinet. Just there." she pointed to a large wardrobe, where, if one opened it, it was not filled with coats, but rather shelves of jars and odds and ends. Alyss leaned her head back into her pillows, and groaned again. She tried to shift, but she only felt the sides of the stake scraping her insides. "Damn it..." she mumbled to herself, but kept herself from the stream of swear words that were hanging on the end of her tongue.

Alyss Castel "Oh you leave my Rosary alone. It was a gift." she snapped, and suddenly felt very humbled when he handed her the glass. She sat herself up a bit on the pillows. She hated looking pathetic. Hated that she needed help. Hated it. the awkward embarrassment showed on her face as she shifted her eyes from right to left, and she held the glass between her fingers.

The second it was down her throat, she sputtered and gagged and threw the glass against the wall, listening as the glass shattered, watching as it crashed to the ground. She didn't care how rude she seemed, how unladylike. There wasn't a time for that. She was full to the brim with anger.

Alyss Castel "You're really trying to teach me a lesson right now?" she asked, indicating the wooden table leg sticking out of her abdomen. At a second glance at his face, she sighed. "Alright, alright," she said, "I'm sorry. I'll contain myself." she leaned back against the pillows under her head, and could feel, with every movement she made, the stake going deeper. She made a strangled noise as she moved to grab the bedsheets, halfway between a grunt, and a sob. A little trail of red came out the side of her eye, but she was not about to cry over this.

It took a few moments for the drug to take over, and the pain just about vanished. She sighed and leaned her head back, eyes closed, but fingers still clenched. She wondered if he wanted her to pull it out, or if he was going to do that. It didn't seem like a good idea to ask though.

Alyss Castel Alyss passed in and out of dreams of the strangest kind, and every now and again she would murmur something. She lay perfectly still, except for the movement of her head every now and again, but Alyss's grip on the blankets loosened, and the rest of her body seemed to have relaxed like jello.

A few moments after he finished, Alyss's long eyelashes fluttered, and the vampire woke up. The medicine that had knocked her out did not last very long. Most likely something to do with her metabolism or something. Her strength usually did not last, when she fed, longer than a few days, and it seemed the medicine was no different.

When she woke up the first thing that went through her brain was hunger. Hunger and more hunger. She felt her fangs come down. The second thing to rush through her brain was that she was alive. She turned her wide, blue eyes up to Lucian, and stared at him for a few moments before sitting up all the way, grimacing. "Thank you," she said sincerely. Her eyes glanced down to his leg, and she flinched at the sight of it. "Would you like me to help you mend that?" she asked, and turned her wide eyes back up at him

Alyss Castel She lifted one eyebrow when he opened his mouth, but did not say anything. Alyss nodded a little bit, confused and looked relieved when her eyes trailed over his leg that seemed to be healing nicely. She stood up, groaning a tiny bit behind closed full lipstick-painted lips, but kept her composure. Her first order of business, as she pulled the shirt closed (her pants had survived, just barely), was to walk over to the closet and pull out a new one. This one was white, and thin and she quickly left the room, pulling it on and tucking it into her black, high waisted pants. Her heels clicked on the ground when she came back, and most of her black hair was trailing down her front as it hung over one of her shoulders. She walked over to Lucien, and cocked her head to one side.

"Where do you go when you do that?" she asked, kneeling down in front of him. She took the tweezers from his hand and began, very gently, to take the rest of the burnt pieces off his leg. She ignored her hunger, wanting to make sure that his leg was all right first. Her long fingered hands worked nimbly, quickly, but gently, and she made a glance up at him every now and again.

Alyss Castel Alyss worked quietly, and just before she was finished she felt him move and stand up. Alyss carefully stood, watching him carefully, as he moved toward her door, she set the tweezers down on the dresser beside her, and stood to her full height. She was very tall, with long legs, and long arms. She was muscular, from all the work she had done when she was a human on her farm. Her father had wanted sons more than anything, and when Alyss and her sister were born, he had treated them as if they were the sons he always wanted, so she did a lot of hard work.

Alyss looked even taller, her figure even more defined in the tall heels she was wearing. She trailed her fingers slowly, watching him, along the dresser before moving her eyes up to meet his.

"Would you like me to come with you?" she asked carefully.

Alyss Castel She raised an eyebrow and crossed the distance of her bedroom, and then the living room. She turned, and looked down at the postman that he had indeed killed. "I never get letters anyways--" she started to say, but paused, one finger up. With an even grace, she bent her knees and crouched down, like a spider, and grabbed the letter that was clenched in the man's hand. On the front it had her name, in fancy calligraphy writing, and a heart on the bottom corner. It was from her Maker, and while every instinct to be a good Child flowed through her, she scowled, and tossed the letter back onto the ground with a flick of her fingers.

"Well all right," she said, when that was done. "I'll go with you." Alyss pulled an ancient looking key out of a drawer by the door, and shut the door behind the two of them, inserting the lock into the key, and dead-bolting the door. Just in case.

Alyss turned around, and her eyebrows shot up, her eyes widening at the sight of the stagecoach in front of them. The vampiress didn't say anything, only blinked a few times.

But just as she was walking forward, she felt another surge of hunger deep in her chest. She wondered where, randomly, it had come from, and she heard the laughter of a lone, drunken man stumbling through the ally not too far away. "If you'd wait just one moment..." she said, and understood that this was probably rude to make him wait, if he was even going to wait for her, but she dashed off to the side and pinned the man against the wall, in one fluent motion. It took her only a few minutes to finish drinking from him, on the wall next to her door, not too far away from Lucien. She pulled her fangs from his skin, and sighed contently. Her high abdomen was healing, she could feel it, and she smiled, offering Lucien the last of the man, as he was dying rather quickly.

"I apologize for that," she said, dabbing her mouth with a handkerchief.

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Alyss Castel "As you wish." she said before looking up and down the street, and opening her door. She shoved that body in, watching as it landed on the other. She would clean that up later. Alyss didn't want to keep him waiting anymore than he wanted to.

Alyss took immediate curiosity in the horses, and took a couple steps toward them, but jumped a bit when the doors fling open. The vampiress raised an eyebrow, and glanced from the horses (whom she promised herself she'd look at later) to Lucien, and, cautiously, to the doors. She stood there for just a moment, before she gave a gracious nod of her head, and walked over to the doors. If he held out his hand to assist her, she did not notice. She reached up and grabbed hold of the side of the door, and gracefully pulled herself up and into the carriage. She fixed her hair again, and sat down in one of the seats, looking out the doors to see if he was following. She crossed one of her long legs over the other, and rested her hands on her knee.

Alyss Castel As Alyss stared out the window, she bent her head from one side to the other, listening to the bones crack. With a satisfied sigh, she resumed watching as the world went by in a blur. She did not say anything, and didn't wait for him to say anything either. She had a feeling he was not going to say anything either.

Her eyes widened at the sight of the estate, and the nature around it. She had spent most of her life as a vampire in the forests, roaming the wild, but she didn't dare tell Lucian that. When the carriage pulled up, she was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of his voice. "Seems we have." she replied, and exited the carriage, happy to have her feet back on the ground. Immediately, she walked over curiously, though slowly, and moved to stand by the horses, and stared at them for a long moment, before she reached out her hand, murmuring soothing words into its ear as she brushed her hand against the horse's neck. A smile lit up her face as she did so, and what would be her heart ached for home. She wanted her horses, and her farm. She hated feeling like a glass doll, a vicious glass doll with fangs that killed people.

You shake off that attitude right this second she scolded herself, and her shoulders lifted and dropped dramatically as she sighed, and kept rubbing the side of the horse's neck.

Alyss Castel "You're not misaken," she said, and smiled again, patting the horse on the neck a couple times before dropping her hand to her side, and began to follow him. Her heels clicked on the steps, and she followed close behind him, every now and again taking a cautious glance around, or behind her, or toward the woods. She wondered what it would be like to run through them... maybe later. She tucked her fingers into the belt loops on her pants and waited for him to open the door.

When he did, her hands dropped to her sides, and her jaw dropped almost as far down. She stood there, dumbfounded, mouth slightly open (catching flies as her grandmother would have said) at the sheer size and elegance of the mansion. "Oh my..." she said, and blinked a few times. Almost as if in a daze, she stepped past him over the threshold with a nod of polite thanks and, after a few spins to get a total view of the walls around her, she turned to look Lucian dead in the eye. "How do you do it?" she asked vaguely.

Alyss Castel Alyss dramatically waved her hand around as if it were obvious. "Live here alone," she said, nodding to him, "in this huge house, probably not have a lot of company. What do you do all day?" she asked. She was not meaning to be rude, but sometimes her mouth ran away with her.

When she watched his eyes, she noticed they kept straying to a portrait, and she turned and curiously walked toward it. She stared at it for a few moments, admiring it, before turning her back on it and raising her eyebrows. "Who is that?" she asked.

After a moment's pause, she frowned. "I hope my questions don't bother you." she added, "My daddy said that I was born asking questions right from the womb. I guess that doesn't change after a hundred something years. You don't have to answer if you don't want to." she figured he already knew this, and she knew that if he didn't want to answer her questions he wouldn't, regardless of her giving him her permission. Alyss rested one arm behind her back, and looked up at him, anticipating his responses, nevertheless.