Dark Love Eternal – 1




Feeling someone slip beside her. Taking a long puff off her smoke, breathing out a billowing puff. Her deep blue eyes flickering to the man beside her. He was the most gorgeous man she had seen in awhile. He had to smirk at him. “Well you weren’t here to order for me, now was you.” Winking at him. Taking a sip of her drink. She noticed that even sitting down, he towered over her. That is something loved in vampire male. Not that she didn’t need someone to protect her. But she did fall for the tall dark, handsome and dangerous men. That had got her in trouble, but she did love her trouble. Made her life as a vampire more fun.

Her eyes following his long, gracful finger. Down to the man at the end of bar. The man did quiet mouth watering at this moment. Laughing some, “Oh now what is the fun in just a kiss?” Her eyes flicker back to the man. “My kiss of death would be a highlight for most.” When a vampire fed on a human. Their bodies fell into a state of pure ecstasy. They didn’t even know they were being drained of their sweet blood. Just the thought of his blood made her fangs ache. Knwoing that she needed to feed and soon or she would fall into blood lust. And that would draw attention she didn’t need right now. Sitting down her drink, “Are you wanting to watch?” Smiling at him, her peal white fangs showed. Seeing if this man was anything like her. Studying him with her eyes, her plump, Ruby red lips. Take another long pull on her smoke. The smoke filling out of her nose.

Pulling the smoke from her mouth, she places it in his mouth. “Watch and see me work.” She winks at him. Slidding off her stool, she picks up her glass downing the rest of the contents. Setting it back down on the bar, she walks gracefully along the bar, making her way down to the man. Placing her self behind him, as he leans over the bar. Drinking his sarrows away, like most do in bars. Placing her hands on either side of the man, she leans over him. Moving to his ear, his whispers softly in his ear. “You look so lonely here all by your self. Want some company?” Her lips brushing his ear. The man’s body tenses, as he looks over her shoulder at Bane. Bringing his drink to his mouth, taking a long pull. Bane’s glance over to Reese. Seeing if he was watching her. The man in a deep rough voice, a little shocked. “Sure.” He pats the seat beside him. Bane smiles and slips into the stool next to him. Her back pressed to the bar, she crosses her legs. The man looks her over. His eyes look on her fangs. His eyes go wide, “Wow those are some impressive fake fangs you got there. Best I have seen in awhile.” Bane laughs softly, her tongue running all along her aching fangs. “Oh I bet you haven’t seen any like these. I would stake my life on it.” He chuckles. Bane runs her fingers through her mane of red and black hair. Letting it fall around her shoulders.

The man watches her every move. He squirms in his seat, never have seen any woman like Bane. “So, what’s your name?” He asks. “Oh we won’t see each other after tonight. No reason to get into all that.” The man raised his eyebrow. She knew she got him thinking. She could hear his heart beat pick up. She did love her humans to have a hint a fear to their blood. It made them even sweeter. And she did love her sweets. Leaning to him, she softly brushes his lips with hers.he tasted of the alcohol he was drinking. Not that she really cared for it. He was a little shocked when her lips met his. She knew that she had him. Time to go for in the kill, as it were.

Slipping off her stool, taking his hand in hers. He followed without a second thought. Moving off his stool, Bane lead him through the crowds of people. Bane looking back at Reese, she smiled at him. Her eyes taking a light glow. Most would think it was just the lights of the club. Making their way to one of the dark corners. Their was a long couch, that lined the wall. Tables placed along the couch. Leading the man to the couch. She sits him down right beside her. He sets his drink down on one of the tables close to them. He leans and puts his arm around her. Bane didn’t care for humans to touch her. But she was so hungry, it didn’t matter at this point. Putting a smile on her face. He pulls her closer to him. Bane leans into kiss him. He kisses her back a little to deeply for her liking. That was her trigger, reaching up to his neck. She pulls his neck to the side. His pulse point beating like a deadly butterflies wings. Her aching fangs plunge into his neck. He tries to pull away from her. But she holds him in place. Pulling the sweet taste of his blood from his neck. Oh it tasted so sweet to her. Her dry body, absorbing the blood into her.

The man fell limp on the couch beside her. Almost draining him, his heart was weak. But he was still alive, just barley. Leaning from his neck, she licked the blood from the corner of her mouth. She could feel the man’s blood giving her strength. Her prealy white fangs now tinted red with his blood. She reaches over and takes sip from his drink. Crossing her legs as she relaxes next to the man. She was proud of her self, to say the least.





Reese found this girl to be amusing in a playful sort of way. How she so easily bit onto what he was saying, and even going as far to call her kiss of death irresistible. Now there was an advertisement if ever he had heard one. But the way that she looked up at the easy target down the end of the bar, showed that she did indeed have a great hunger. How long had she gone without a decent feed, one would have to wonder. Why, this was of course a land of opportunity for creatures such as themselves. Reese wondered more about this goth child, who didn’t muck around when she made up her mind to go and enjoy a well earned night cap.

“Are you wanting to watch?” The girl asked, whilst she acted like some dragon lady from China town – smoke curling out from her nostrils in a show of flamboyance. Cocky little thing, Reese mused. Reese dramatically placed his hand upon his chest, with finger tips drawn in as though to illustrate the mock shock that she might consider him to be a voyeur to such heathen delights. His lips parted and he batted long lashes as though mortally offended.

“Do I look like the kind of guy who gets off on watching a drunk turned into a pop top?” The act soon dropped however, when Reese leaned in and then whispered in her ear. “Make it a show worth watching, love.” When he pulled back, he then gestured with his hand as if to say…after you. So that she could move past him freely, and go stake her night’s claim.

“Watch and see me work.” She not only threw down the gauntlet, but she placed her ciggy in between Reese’s lips. He casually removed it after taking a long drag, and tapped the ash into an ashtray as his eyes followed her to the other side of the bar, where the unsuspecting accountant was about to get…well, unlucky.

Watching from his end of the bar, Reese placed the cigarette behind his right ear, just pushing back some stray hair as he did so – which allowed him to pick up on the conversation going on. Smooth…oh so smooth. This girl was playing the guy as though he was a harp. Plucking at his strings, though he’d probably rather she went a bit further. Promises of a good time in a dark corner, were too good to resist and like a hapless puppy, he went after her When Bane shot a glance back at Reese that showed a look of triumph, the dark haired vampire simply raised a glass, that he had been handed by the barmen, who had leaned in to whisper something to Reese, that caused him only to nod in reply. Whether Bane knew it or not, the place was under surveillance, and if she did kill in her ritualistic feeding, then measures had been put in place to dispose of Mister Poor Unfortunate Fool.

Sipping his drink with a bemused expression, Reese continued to keep tabs with his exceptional hearing and range of sight. The rest of the club’s patrons were either too lost in their own drunken or drugged stupors, to care about some sad sack nobody who was to be Bane’s easy meal. The only part that was icky…was when the drunken accountant kissed Bane back hard. It was enough to make Reese cringe. Everyone enjoyed playing with their food, but not when their food tried to play with them. That was just a big…no no. Unless of course the food was wrapped in a pretty package.

By the time that Bane had finished the full five courses, and was looking right pleased with herself, the two door bouncers came up to the long couch and with a nod from the barman, they hoisted the unconscious man out from behind the table, and then dragged him out to the delivery entrance, where he would be set loose, once compelled. The usual story given – that he was given a roofie…and done up the ass by some pervert. Enough to make the accountant never want to return to the club on a bender. Worked every time.

When the lounge was cleared, Reese chose his moment and went to sit beside the now chuff looking Bane. He then ever so dramatically offered Bane a serviette.‘Missed a bit on your lip.” Suggesting that she was a little messy. He then offered her back the cigarette that she had given him earlier. “You look like you could use this too.” All said with a smirk on his face. That was Reese for you….not backward in being forward.

Are you a good witch, or a bad witch? – SS.

Scene setting : Greed Castle.

co-written with Temp, Moo & Dessy.


Moo:  So it had worked. The pair were escorted directly to the throne room. Though they would not find who they had anticipated. Upon entering the room, they would see an almost average looking woman, save her beauty. Confusion set over both Serin’s and Oroan’s faces as they came to a stop in the entrance of the room. Oroan was nudged forward at that point, and he took a step forward before pausing. The guards wouldn’t be leaving, then.
“Where is Mammon?” his gruff voice asked. Where his eyebrows should have been, furrowed down in more confusion. Had he retired to his chambers? No–that didn’t matter. He mentally shrugged it off. If Mammon wasn’t here, it would be easier to collect the troublesome imp, who was standing feet away from the woman. Great. His eyes trailed over to her for a moment.

Serin remained silent, her expression unreadable. Though she would also gaze at her friend, longing to reach out for her. Nami! Her thoughts would reach the imp due to the close quarters.Disappear…we’ll be your distraction. Serin’s gaze would return to the woman as well, tilting her head slightly while the pair awaited an answer.


Temp:  Nami knew that there had to be some way out of this, and was determined to figure it out on her own. However, her thoughts completely trailed off as one of the people actually seemed to ‘stand up’ for her. Having her hands spared in exchange for a prison sentence was definitely an upgrade. She would definitely take one or the other, though being let off with a warning was definitely the best option. For a moment it sounded like the other woman, the one in charge, was going to reject the idea. This made her nervous…but then the woman went ahead and agreed. Well, this situation was turning out better than she thought it would. Her eyes had trailed around the room, and eventually back to the kinder of the two women. She was just about to ask for forgiveness, only to be completely thrown off by Serin and Oroan. This complicated things…sort of. Serin’s thoughts quickly flowed through Nami’s mind, which were about a distraction of sorts. Without giving it another thought, she once more turned invisible. She wasn’t about to leave empty handed though. Now invisible, she hopped back to the Chalice that she had originally gone for. It was quickly snatched by her, followed by her running towards the same place she entered the room from. Just like she had entered, she poofed out of the room and sprouted her wings. She would then descend to the ground below and find a place to hide while she waited for Serin and Oroan.


Dessy:  “I understand she is a thief, but I still find the punishment cruel.” Mariela said to Lydia again. She frowned as it seemed like Lydia was going to protest, but gave a smile when she agreed. “Alright. I’ll deal with her.” she said, watching Lydia walk off as she turned to look back at Nami. She looked at the girl, pursing her lips as she thought things through. She opened her mouth to speak, but the guards came in with a woman and a man, saying they were here about Gluttony. She turned to face them, putting her hands behind her back as the man was nudged forward.

She raised an eyebrow when he asked where Mammon was. “Mammon is dead. He died in the war at Wrath. Lydia is the new Princess of Greed, and she’s occupied at the moment.” she spoke with a soft and gentle tone in her voice. “May I ask who you are?” she then asked gently, She turned her head just in time to see Nami disappear, and the chalice leaving the throne room, and she jumped and took a step back from shock. “Guards. See if you can find her and the chalice, and bring her back here. Unharmed, please. I’ll be okay here.” she said, but wasn’t strict or mean while doing it. She gave them a light smile and nod, before they ran off. “Were you two with her?” she then asked, only out of curiosity. She had no plans of harming or hurting anyone. Actually, she wanted anything but that.


Razorbackwriter:  Scar shuffled along behind Lydia, sniffing as he did so. He thought it was strange how Lydia left Mariela to deal with the thief, especially since she appeared to be a tricky little thing. Lydia kept up her pace before turning into the grand study where Mammon spent much of his time. Old books, a large oak desk with comfortable leather chair in behind. It had a certain old world charm, and Lydia adapted to it quickly. She waltzed around the desk and sat herself down, fanning out her large skirt.

“Now…who to invite?” Lydia mused, taking out the quill from the ink well and brushing the feather end to her right cheek. Scar came to a stop, then had to ask; “Why did you leave the witch to deal the punishment, Mistress?”

Lydia stared at the alp blankly, then said with a dead pan voice. “Cause she has to learn. Not everyone is as good as she is, and I bet your bottom dollar that the thief has already made a run for it.” In fact, Lydia was almost certain of it. “If Mariela is to be Duchess of Greed, she needs to pick up a few skills. Think of this as a test.”

Only thing was it was a test that Mariela knew nothing about.

Lydia then took out a large pile of pretty papers, and started to write out invitations to the masked ball she had planned.



Moo:  “Dead..?” Oroan asked an open ended question, as if prompting the witch to explain it further. “War?” He shook his head slowly, confused. There had been a war in wrath, and they didn’t know about it? More so…they had found Belial’s corpse only yesterday. It had been ignorant of the two not to investigate it further. It seemed a ruckus was occurring between princes. “Who killed Belial?” he asked. “We found his corpse last night in the town square…only to be attacked by someone I’ve never seen before.” Normally the brute wouldn’t speak so much is so little time. He was known to be silent unless addressed, and even then, he was reserved. Information like this, however, would bring a more social side to him out.

Serin let out the softest breath possible, like a hidden sigh of relief. Nami had escaped. Although Serin hadn’t expected her to take the chalice along with her. Good girl, Nami… Golden hues turned back in time to notice the female before them had noticed, though a little too late. Nami would be safe before any guard reached the end of that hall. Hellhounds, though…that might have been different. Hopefully the imp had made it past the gates by the time they brought those out.
“We’re not with her,” Serin said easily. Her posture was relaxed as her gaze fixed on the woman’s eyes. “I’m Serin, and this is my friend…Oroan.” Her hand swept to the side of her to turn her palm over, gesturing to the brute. “Gluttony sent us with a message regarding the discovery of Belial’s corpse. But…it seems Greed knew much, much more than we had.” It was an easy lie, given the conversation Oroan had cooked up with his curiosity.
Indeed, her own curiosity was now peaked. Mostly in regards to who Lydia was and how she’d come into possession of the throne. But it was better left unanswered, she felt. Meeting the new princess…well…who knew what she was like. “We were sent with this message yesterday, but thanks to our attacker, we were forced to seek shelter for the night and make our way here as quickly as we could thereafter.”

Dessy:  “You didn’t know there was a war at Wrath?” Mariela asked with a confused expression. She was sure everyone knew about it, so hearing that someone didn’t shocked her. “You were attacked in the town square?” Mariela then asked. “What did this attacker look like?” she asked afterwards, turning her head to listen to Serin speak. She gave a nod of her head when she was done speaking, before turning to one of the guards that were left in the throne room. “Go get Lydia, please.” she asked, turning to look at Serin. “Princess Lydia would want to hear this news herself, especially about this “attacker” you are speaking about. She’d also do a much better job of informing you about the war than I would.”

The guard headed up to the study, knocking on the door until he was called in. “Your Highness, a man and a woman are in the throne room that showed up soon after that thief girl was caught. As soon as they entered the throne room, the thief disappeared, and they claim they have news from Gluttony. They also known nothing about the war. Mariela is with them now and sent me up here to inform you, thinking you’d want to talk with them yourselves.” he then spoke to the Princess, awaiting her answer.


Razorbackwriter:  The guards report had stopped Lydia dead in her tracks. The quill being placed firmly back into the ink well as she placed her hands on the desk and pushed herself to standing. Each sentence was making her look more and more like a volcano that was about to explode. First two strangers appeared with new of Guttony that knew nothing of the war, and the thief that Lydia had left in Mariela’s capable hands had done a vanishing act. Probably with the chalice as well.


“So….she sent you up here to fetch me to deal with the guests AND the runaway thief. Uh huh.”

Lydia practically flew around the desk, nearly knocking over Scar in her wake – what with her large dress and skirt taking up a lot of room. “Do I have to do everything myself?” She uttered as she left the study and raced down the corridor, then the winding stair case towards the throne room. As she passed her servants, they bowed and acknowledged her but with the speed she was going, you would think her ass was on fire.

Turning the last corner, she appeared in the doorway of the throne room and spotted the pair. A male of considerable size, and a slightly smaller female. There was no sign of the thief, but there was a very flustered looking Mariela. Lydia raised her chin as she entered the room, and made sure her voice was heard when she approached the trio.

“I have been informed that you both seek a word over Gluttony. Interesting. You know nothing of the war of Wrath,?”Lydia thought the war would be the talk of all the Kingdoms in hell. Taking out a fan and snapping it open, the Demon of Ambition fanned herself, while Scar snuck back into the room, sniffing around for the thief. She was nowhere to be found. Poor Mariela. So much for her good intent.

Lydia quirked a brow and then uttered; “Well…what do you both have to say for yourselves? Just what is it that you know of Gluttony?”



The Misadventures of Scar – SS.



Scene setting : Greed Castle.

co-written with Dessy.


Razorbackwriter: Yes, this was the demon that Lydia summoned to help them, the only thing was Lydia had no idea that Scar was so fascinated with breasts – especially hers. Lydia wrestled with the alp, as he was making happy sucking sounds into her bodice. The odd thing was how he was so much shorter than Lydia, which only added to the calamity of the situation. “I thought he was taller!” Lydia cried out, again whacking the cheeky spirit, before reefing him away from her bosom and waggling her finger at him like a school ma’am. Naturally, he tried to bite her finger or nip at it.

“SCAR!…I am your Mistress! You do not touch me unless I tell you too!” Lydia shouted at the smaller demon, who looked distressed to be told off by Lydia. Truth be told, he REALLY liked her – and her chest. He was panting, almost like a dog on heat when he then turned his attentions to Mariela, and his ears pricked. “Can I touch hers?” Scar asked, licking his lips. This brought another back hander from Lydia.


“You so much as look in her direction, I will nail your bottom lip to the floor!” One thing was for certain,.you don’t ever want to piss off Lydia. With the alp starting to calm now, Lydia let out a sigh and looked back at the book of Shadows.

“That thing should come with a warning label.”



Dessy:  Mariela continued to stifle a laugh as she watched the small creature and Lydia. “I don’t think being taller is the issue here..” she said, finally letting out a laugh. The demon wasn’t quite as scary as she had thought. He was actually more – amusing, if anything. And cute – in a really really weird, creepy way. Her laughter had stopped when the demon turned to her direction, before Lydia back handed him and threatened him. Mariela turned to the librarian, but she was still sleeping – she must have been a really heavy sleeper to sleep through all of this.

“At least some kind of warning would have been nice..” Mariela responded to Lydia’s comment. “I don’t think either of us were prepared for this.” she gestured to the demon with her hand, before putting her hand back in her lap. No, Mariela certainly wasn’t expecting this. She was expecting a tall, creepy demon that was more terrifying than anything. Instead, this one was.. short, and humorous. She didn’t find it terrifying one bit.


Razorbackwriter:  The Librarian snorted and then let out a loud snore which interrupted the trio that were standing by the Book of Shadows. Scar snickered as he heard the sleeping old bat, and rubbed his hands together almost gleefully. He was after all a demon of nightmares, and a right little bastard that could torture his victims when given the chance. Giving his hat a small flick with his gloved finger, he then pointed at the sleeping librarian. “Fancy a demonstration, Mistress?” He asked of Lydia, who was a little unsure if she should set the summoned demon upon the aging librarian. Could it hurt? Lydia tapped her lip for a moment, as she then closed the book of Shadows and tucked it underneath her arm.

“Oh alright. But don’t kill her. Good staff are hard to find.” The Demoness of Ambition said with a warning. Her face was stern as she poked Scar on the chest with her slender digit. Scar let out a snicker, vanishing from sight. The magic of his hat acting like a veil that meant he could not longer be seen. Lydia waved her hand around where Scar had stood, then leaned over to Mariela and whispered. “If he fails, we just send him back, right?”Lydia pouted and then shrugged her shoulders, before turning her attention back towards the Librarian. You could see that Scar was making his way to the woman, for books were being knocked off shelves, and the index card holder spun wildly when he reached the desk.

Suddenly, the librarian’s chair started to tip back slowly as a force was pushing down upon her. The woman moved about, smacking her lips and letting out a light moan – almost like she experiencing something in her dream. Lydia wiggled her finger for Mariela to follow her, as the pair would get a better vantage point to watch just what Scar could do.

Deep within the librarian’s mind, she was having a wonderful dream. Young again and on a picnic with her lover by a slow flowing creek. Dressed in finery – a large floral hat and sweeping dress. The librarian was a beauty in her day and her lover looked to be a noble man. Together they sipped sparkling wine, whilst birds sang in the trees and the sun shone down on the couple. You could not hear what they were saying to each other but it was obvious they were very much in love. But just as they were enjoying their afternoon, dark clouds appeared as though out of nowhere, and the river now was a raging torrent. The first spits of rain set to ruin their lunch and the librarian tried to pack away their basket, as the thunder echoed throughout the scene. In the actual library, the librarian was now breathing fast. Her pupils moving quickly under her closed eyelids, her lip twitching as you could see she was no longer enjoying the dream.

In the dream, the man that was sharing her picnic went to stand, when all of a sudden he was attacked from behind by a beast, that reached around his throat and slashed it open. Blood spewed out as the man screamed in agony. Dying this way was the worst kind of death, as he was drowning in his own blood. The librarian screamed in both the dream and the reality as she started to feel a crushing force on her chest. It was Scar. He began to appear visible in the real and in the dream it was he as a large wolf like creature that was now feasting on the body of her lover. In both scenes…he was wearing the hat. The librarian started to go into cardiac arrest – her hands reaching out wildly, as she was also dying in her dream. The beast with its fangs dripping in blood was now growling and snarling at her. For the pair that watched on, it would have been harrowing to say the least. They could not see the librarian’s dream, but they could see the fiendish look on Scar’s face now, as blood started to run down his chin; an indication of his evil deeds in the dream.

“Oh….my.” Lydia said almost breathlessly.




Dessy:  Mariela shot her gaze towards the librarian, then back at Scar. As he rubbed his hands together, he seemed happy. She looked at Lydia, waiting for an answer when Scar asked if he could demonstrate. She stared at the place he once stood after he vanished, nodding to Lydia after she said they send him back if he fails. She got up, adjusting the gown she had slept in that she still wore as she followed Lydia over to Scar and the librarian. She clasped her hands behind her back, watching the scene unfold before them. The librarian was seeming to have a nightmare, her hands reaching out and the sound of her screaming.

Mariela was intrigued, to say the least. She cocked her head to the side, watching the fiendish look that was on Scar’s face. Her eyes went back and forth from Scar, and to the librarian. Seeing the blood drip down from Scar’s chin, she gave a gasp, turning her head towards Lydia as if she was waiting for her to answer. “A demon of nightmares. Kills people in their dreams while they’re asleep. I’ve never heard of anything like that before.” she said, nodding her head at Scar and then looking at Lydia. “Could be useful.” she said with a shrug.



This was Lydia’s reply when she saw just what Scar was capable of. To be able to enter someone’s dreams, to twist them and then bring them to the edge of death if he chose. Now that was something. But the dream was now spiraling out of control, with the man in the dream nothing but a headless corpse, and the beast which was Scar chasing down the poor Librarian. Her pained screams filled the library, which used to be such a quiet place. You could see the woman was now completely pale in real, as if something was draining her life force from her. Scar was going to kill her!

“Scar?….SCAR?! Enough!” Lydia roared, for she did not want to lose the librarian….just yet. Scar raised his head and grit his teeth fiercely at Lydia. Stained and dripping with blood it was clear he wasn’t finished. He wanted her to die. Lydia reached out and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, to reef him off the chest of the Librarian. And it was a good thing she did. The Librarian was now having a heart attack. The Demon of Ambition tossed Scar across the room, and immediately charged up her hand with an electrical current, before slamming her hand down on the librarian’s chest in order to restart her heart.

“CLEAR!” She screamed. The woman’s body jerked violently, before she started to waken and breath in loud gasps. Lydia stepped back, rubbing her hands together, while in the background, Scar was muttering angrily. He wiped the blood off his chin and pointed to the Librarian. “Almost had her. Haha!”

Lydia spun round and put her hands upon her hips. “A demonstration does not mean…..kill her!”

At this, Scar shrugged, then smiled a toothy smile at Mariela. “You enjoyed it, right?” He was hopeful to get someone’s approval for his trick. The Librarian sat bolt upright and then pointed to the silence sign. “Will you people keep it down!” It was like she had no memory of what had just happened. Lydia blinked and then zipped her lip. “Yes Doris.”

Rolling her eyes, she then motioned for Mariela and Scar to follow her out of the library.