Delicacy of the Rose [Male Vampire Needed, PAFP]

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  • The girl always loved the night. For as far back as she could remember she would always feel comfort in the dark blanket of the night with the millions of stars painted across it like a work of art. Yes... she loved the night more than anything else. She often would slip away from the tiny village so very closed off from the world and just go into the nearby forests to enjoy herself with the different sounds during the night. But, she knew always that she was breaking the village orders. She always heard tales of men who were turned into foul monsters who preyed on the blood of the living, and even though she passed it off as superstition she could not deny the latest killing around her usually peaceful village was sinister.


    Men and women with blood drained completely from their bodies, no sign of a struggle, no knife wounds, only a sinister bite on the side of their neck. This however would never impede the young woman, Leva, from venturing into the night. Maybe it was the fact that danger could possibly happen at any moment for her that grabbed her interest, or was it the fact that she felt confident in her abilities to make a quick get away if needed, she didn't care. The young, fool hardy eighteen year old would soon find problems that will consume her... possibly for good.


    As Leva proceeded through the forest, her gaze settled upon a clearing that she hadn't seen before. She was natural curious since she had never wandered so far out. Moving out into the soft moonlight, she was revealed to be a rather beautiful, enticing young woman. Her long, dark hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, and her skin was a soft light brown. Her eyes were striking against her complextion, a pale blue, and with rosy, full lips to pull it all together and a curvy body, she certainly was a beautiful young woman. She spotted a smooth, large stone within the center of the clearing, which immediately caught the young woman's attention. Moving forward, she climbed up clumsily on the rock due to the dress she was wearing and sat down, allowing herself to enjoy basking in the moonlight and the cool night air. Yet, even Leva couldn't deny that she felt the scathing feeling of eyes on her which caused her skin to crawl.

  • Leva's gaze immediately turned upon the man, and she felt... alarm. Almost as if she should run, however she made no such action. She found no reason to run yet, especially since she had asked her a seemingly innocent question. Yet she couldn't help but feel cautious, those eyes of his sent a chill of slight fear down her spine. "I don't think its too late at all." She didn't know why she responded so indignantly to his question, however she never saw the man before around her village and travellers would usually use the main path unless... Leva struggled to keep her fear down as she forced herself to remained relaxed although she was calculating her chances on making a quick getaway.

  • "It's quite late, almost midnight. You should really be getting home. There's a murderer out on the loose." He told her, smirking a bit at her answer as he continued walking closer towards her.

  • Now she was certainly feeling uncomfortable, however she didn't let it come to her face, "I appreciate the concern, but I can take care of myself just fine." Leva was slowly moving off of her spot on the boulder she was sitting on, inching towards the direction on whence she came.

  • "Oooh, I dont think you understand the situation. This...murderer, he loves young women. It's either he enjoys the flavor of their blood or...the flavor of their lust. But if he finds them exquisite, he might even turn the young one into one just like him." He explained. "I've been studying him for quite some time now."

  • Her eyes narrowed at him, even though she was fairly certain she could make a quick escape her legs almost felt extremely heavy. She forced a smile on her face, "Well, that certainly is quite... interesting. Quite brave to be studying the murderer yourself." Now her feet were on the ground, completely off the boulder now and slowly inching towards the covering of trees behind her... but they were a few yards off. "But, I suppose I should take your advice and go home since this murderer is prowling about."

  • (You can do anything, capture her, attack her, or anything else that you can come up with)


    Her eyes narrowed at him, however she didn't quite leave so hastily yet. In fact she was still very much far away from the covering of the trees, but she forced a gentle smile to cross her face as friendly as possible, then she turned away from him and set her gaze upon the path she came from.

  • He waited for her to turn her back away from him, before he swiftly trailed behind her with unnatural speed, before he quickly bit down into her neck, injecting his venom like saliva into her veins, waiting for it to take on its effect.

  • Her eyes went wide, she never had a chance to react. The pain was so sudden that it took a few seconds to register what was happening. That's when she started trying to fight back. She flailed about, attempting to get away, and she seemed riled up and ready to fight him regardless of the situation she was in. However, she was only tiring herself out, and this only made her movements more sluggish.

  • He continued biting, injecting more of his venom into her veins. Stop struggling, or the venom is gonna turn you into something like me!! He thought to himself, slightly growling now.

  • Eventually, Leva stopped struggling and her body went limp against him. Apparently she really did cause herself to get to the point of fainting. Not the most praise worthy moment of her life, but she really was struggling to get away. But of course, it was futile.

  • He then picked her up and began carrying her further into the forest, checking her for any signs of vampirism, looking at her skin, then her eyes, then her teeth, and finally, her hair.

  • There was no noticeable changes in her appearance, at least not yet. However even though she was unconscious, she still held a slight fragility about her.. either it was the way she looked when she was unconscious or how in reality how petite she was. Either way, she appeared very much fragile, but when she woke up... it would be sure to face the untamable flare of her usually controlled temper. Yet, as time went on, her skin slowly began to go colder yet there was still warmth clinging unto her. However as for anything else changing, it seemed to be taking a remarkably long time.

  • He noticed and whispered, "F*ck." He groaned as he carried her to a nearby cabin and carried her inside, before laying her onto a bed and began strapping her down, prepared foe her soon to arrive dangerous thrist.

  • She still seemed fairly unconscious, however there was still no other changes in her as time continued to progress. However, her eyes slowly opened and felt as if she had a headache. She felt groggy too, and when she tried to move she noticed she was strapped down. Panic rising up she began to struggle again until it once more proved futile and she went still. Leva didn't know why the side of her neck was hurting so badly, it caused her to try to think. She then remembered and a wave of fear nearly overcame her, the only thing that kept her for screaming for help was the anger that quickly rose up.

  • "Well, well, well, looks like the process is taking longer then I thought. Although," he said, before he grabbed her arm, feeling her temperature before he continued. "You are getting colder every second, so there's the main sign." He said to her, before her lower arm back against the bed.