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| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | [color=olive:307601f38d]Erika, who had been submitting herself to the less-than-respectful treatment of the Nazi soldiers for a few minutes, turned as she heard the sound of heavy footsteps. A weak smile began to tug at the corner of her mouth, hoping that Wolfgang was going to come in and help her, but no such luck. The smile faded and turned to a frown as she turned around once more to face the bar. The Nazi gritted her teeth and slammed her hands onto the table, standing up and running out of the bar (to the dismay of many of the Nazi soldiers). When she had arrived in the hall, she looked up to see Wolfgang about to exit the mansion. Erika dashed foward, grabbing his arm and standing before him. After being with the soldiers for only what seemed like ten minutes, they had already unbuttoned her jacket, and the tie around her neck was loosened considerably. Hoping this apperance would not enrage Wolfgang further, she frowned, looking up at him with her ruby eyes.
"Why are you doing this to me?!" she shouted, drawing the attention of many of the soldiers in the bar. "You say that I 'can't feel you anymore', and yet you do nothing about it!" Though she had been trying desperately to stop them, small tears of blood escaped from the corners of her eyes, running down her cheeks until they fell off and onto her white shirt, staining it. "Does everything we have.. or had... mean nothing to you now?! And..." she began, lowering her voice so that only Wolfgang could hear, "..you leave me with THEM?" Erika took a step foward, putting her other arm onto Wolfgang's chest, and leaned against him tenderly, the steam of tears still flowing down her cheeks. "I don't want.. to lose you, Mein Herr..." she whispered, her hands trembling.[/color:307601f38d] |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 4:33 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme As she helt out her hand, from within Odakira's sight, he saw a flash emit from her body. Seeing the soul-aura about her flicker with pain once again. He brought up his hand and tenderly laid his fingertips to her wrist, lowering the hand she gestured out. He nodded his head and replied back to Helen, "Helen. That's a nice name. Now relax." His voice was calming and soothing as it reached her ears.
Obviously seeing the burn, he grabbed the side of her shirt, and lifted it enough to see the burn left from the poker. He reached over with his free hand into the first-aid kit, removing a small piece of cloth in between his index and mid-fingers. In the ring and pinky, which was wrapped about the top of it, was a bottle of anti-septic. He set it down on top of the stack of books, removing the lid, and skillfully used his powers to allow the bottle to tip enoughto dampen the piece of cloth. He took it into his hand, and before placing it upon her wound, he glanced up and whispered, "Don't worry," Then with a reassuring smile, he spoke again, "This won't hurt at all." He then pressed the cool, and dampened cloth lightly against the wound. He waited for a moment to allow the the fluid to work it's way into the burnt flesh. To make up for time, he answered her question about his name. "Yes, you got it right." He said, his voice barely audible as his eyes kept locked to the wound. [color=brown:03e32aed93]Feeling his heavy figure swing about, he could see Erika, leaning against his chest. Her words hit his heart like a ton of bricks. He too, really wished that he would be with her forever, but as long as Mernov is alive, there is no other way. He leaned his head down, his lips grazing her ear lightly as he whispered to her, "Believe me, Mein Frau, I am trying... For now, the only thing I can do is destroy the one who had afflicted you. Mernov." He then placed a small kiss on her cheek. As he ended it, he broke away abruptly, hoping the affect came back like last time. He quickly glanced up at the group of Nazi vampires that stood before him, trailing out of the bar. It was time for Moloch to have a test. With his sidearm, he wiehgtlessly brought the cannon up, his thumb pressing a button above the handle to switch the fire to shotgun. His index finger pressed back on the trigger, and a shot rang out. The large blast caused a backdraft of the gunsmoke and a breeze, the Nazis hair blowing back from the power of the weapon. The blast of the shotgun shot out a spray of silver pellets at a blinding speed, deafening to the ear as well as it rang out. The material was blessed, too, by the Holy Roman Empire Sect. As it tore through the group of the vampires, the simply turned to dust as the spray came into contact with their bodies. Nothing but a pile of dust remained in the hall, and holes where the spray protruded the wall at the other end of the hall. Literally tearing through them all. Wolfgang gave a low and maniacal chuckle to himself to the sight of his 'newfound friend'. He then gazed down at Erika, his smile remained mischievously on his face. "Now..." He said, closing his eyes, then questioning somewhat sarcastically, "Do you think I would of been able to do that with you in the midst of them all?" Letting out a small smirk, his eyes suddenly gazed deeply into hers, watching and waiting to see if the affect was still within her. Hoping for the best, for if not, he would have to do this alone. [/color:03e32aed93] |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | [color=olive:239bced85a]Erika had stepped back when he broke away from the kiss, putting her hand on her cheek with a smile. Her eyes widened as she saw Wolfgang open fire on the others. The hand on her cheek moved to cover her mouth, and soon the other joined as she watched the destructive power of this 'Moloch' weapon. The blessed bullets ripped new holes into the soldiers before they dissolved into dust, one after another. Soon, any of the soldiers that were peeking out of the bar quickly scrambled back in, waiting for the chance to change their pants. The Nazi felt her hands tremble as she wiped the sweat from her brow; the power of the weapon was amazing. She jumped slightly when she heard Wolfgang speak, and smiled weakly.
"N..nein.." she began, her voice shaking slightly. "I don't suppose you could have.." Erika finished, chuckling lightly; nervously. She took a few steps forward towards Wolfgang, running her hands along his chest as he looked into her eyes, making her weak. "But you know, Mein Herr..." she began again, leaning on the tips of her toes as her lips came up to Wolfgang's, "this means we'll have to find some more followers...", she chuckled, bringing her lips to brush up against his, her tongue doing so as well.[/color:239bced85a] |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 5:07 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme [color=brown:c204d61791]Instantly reacting to her lips against his, he lightly pushed her towards him from her mid-back with his free hand. His lips came into contact with hers firmly, implementing a kiss amongst her own. As he broke away, he lowered his head, glancing up to meet her eyes with his own red occulars. He brought around his free hand and wiped away whatever blood she cried was left. He then stroked her cheek lightly with the brim of his knuckles, then brought it down unto her shoulder firmly as he spoke out to her, "I don't think I can risk you coming with me..." His face grimmed somewhat, his eyes narrowed to express apology in their display.
"I'm sorry..." His voice was low, and barely hearable as they reached her ears. He deeply wished that she could come along with him, but it would be too much trouble. Letting out a sigh, he glanced up and spoke again, "If you were to blindly get in away like last time, you will not live... I'm sorry..." To this, he stroked his hand up her cheek and downward through her hair. Awaiting her response. Hopefully, it being one to his wishes. [/color:c204d61791] |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | [color=olive:41e2ae8dd0]Erika lowered her eyes, saddened. "If I can't go with you then.. what can I do?" she asked, playing with the buckle of her belt. She closed her eyes and sighed contently as he ran his hand through her hair. She understood Wolfgang's reasoning. If she really had jumped in the way of Wolfgang's attack before, she wouldn't live to see Wolfgang again after it. The Nazi wrapped her arms around Wolfgang's waist again, embracing him tightly, wishing to never let go. "Can't you just stay a little longer? It seems like it's worn off, after all... I don't want to lose you to that excuse for a vampire.." she finished, looking up into his eyes pleadingly.[/color:41e2ae8dd0] |
spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 5:29 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme Helen gasped a little as the vampire lifted her shirt to see the burn. Her hands flew reflexively to the hem of her shirt to pull it down, but she knew he had to treat the wound or it would fester so she moved her arms away to let him work. She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and tried her best to relax as Odakira gently pressed the damp cloth against her side, but her body stayed tense. There was a distinct difference in color between Helen’s limbs and most of her torso because she only wore one-piece swimsuits. While her arms, legs and face were a rich healthy tan, most of her torso was white as snow. Even though she knew this was necessary, she couldn’t help but felt a slightly violated as Odakira stared intently at the burn.
“It sounds like a foreign name,” she murmured. The compress sent a cool sensation through the carred flesh, and she sighed softly with relief. “Where do you come from?” |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 5:38 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme [color=brown:fc54c24614]He couldn't resist that stare she gave. That pleading gaze when she wanted something. No wonder why she was so good at seduction. Wolfgang trembled with his words, shaking and moving his head randomly, "Erika, please....not the stare... Um, er.. well...." He gazed at the ground, his head finally stopped moving as he did so, then it slowly nodded after a moment. He then spoke out lowly, hoping he will not regret this.
"Okay... Mein Frau." As he finished his words, he wrapped his free hand about her once again, turning her about to face in the direction of his office. The two walked over the pile of dust that was leftover of the many Nazis. Wolfgang depreciated disrespect, and utter lust for one thing under his command. Especially when it came down to business. As they reached his newly opened doorway, they traversed inside, the symphony of the record was about in the midst of a sorrowful symphony. Erika entered with ease, but Wolfgang had to tilt and walk in sideways due to the massive bulkiness of Moloch. As he entered, he kneeled down slightly and placed the cannon on it's butt-end, leaning it up against a wall. He then unstrapped the bulky backpack, and laid it down beside the cannon, leaning against the wall as well. He stood and brushed his brow with his fingertips, and let out a sigh. He couldn't quite see how Erika was so easily affected, unless it was dishonor or unloyalty. In reaction, he just stood still, seeming somewhat lost in his thoughts. [/color:fc54c24614] |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | [color=olive:2748e8af82]Erika smiled happily as she entered the room, Wolfgang following after. She laid her black jacket on the back of the chair; one of the soldiers had given it to her on her way back. Licking her finger, she rubbed it over the stain on her white shirt, frowning slightly. With a sigh she shrugged, tucking the shirt back into her skirt and pushing her arms through the sleeves of her jacket. She turned to look at Wolfgang, her expression fading to one of confusion as she took a few steps over to him. "Are you allright, mein Herr?" she asked, touching his cheek gently after she had finished buttoning her jacket. Erika smiled warmly, taking his hand in hers and leading him over to sit down in one of the plush, leather chairs. The girl leaned against the desk, putting a finger on her lips as she thought of something to talk about.
".. Remember when we'd play out in the streets of Berlin? I miss those days.. It was so fun and care free." She closed her eyes, painting a picture of her childhood days in her head. "We always got into so much trouble.." she said, chuckling.[/color:2748e8af82] OOC: blah. Ok well I just kinda assume now that whenever Erika and Wolfgang are talking to eachother it's in German so.. yeah <3 And... if we use random German in our posts then.. it's just for added coolness XD Yarr |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 6:08 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme [color=brown:92820feca6]The tall vampire's figure shrunk as it laid back into one of the chairs. His optics seemed to glow as they gazed up upon his love, studying her small frame as she leaned against the cracked desk. He nodded his head to her questioning, his grim expression lightened somewhat to her words, becoming a small smile upon his face. He allowed a low chuckle to pass under his breath as he spoke out, his voice deep and resonating lightly off the walls in the dark. "Indeed I do. I've never forgotten."
He brought up his hand and removed his hat, placing it on the armrest of the chair he sat upon. His other hand come up to lightly stroke through his slicked-back, golden strands once again. Resting his cheek against this hand as it came down to prop him up on it's armrest, he spoke out in a whisper to her words of their troublesome behavior. "Ja, I can remember when we broke the window to old man Fargo's shop." He then let out a louder, yet still quite silent, chuckle only to speak out again, "We ran from him so fast as he was shouting nothing but gibberish at us." Bursting into laughter, he could remember that thick mustache that old man had, sniveling across his head from left to right as he shouted at them. That was definitely a memory that would remain in his mind forever. [/color:92820feca6] |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | [color=olive:2cd3a27501]Erika burst out laughing as she recalled the memory. She couldn't remember a time where she ran faster. As she recalled another memory, she moved to sit on the arm of his chair, putting her arms around his neck. "What about that time when you cut class to come see me? Oh my mother was furious!" she said, laughing happily. "She was always ranting and raving, going on about how she thought you were a bad influence on me or some crap like that.. She had assumed that, just because you were six years older than me, you were going to ruin my life. Amazing how all that changed when you joined the Nazi party, huh?" she finished, smiling warmly as she put her hand on his cheek.
"I'll always remember the day I saw you in that uniform; it was just amazing. That was probably the moment I realized how much I loved you; even though I was still a teenager.. only sixteen. And..." she began, lowering her eyes. "... I'll never forget how scared I was the day you turned me..." she finished, smiling. "I remember correctly... I was up in my room, sitting on my bed and reading a book about the Hitler Youth. You tapped on my window and I let you in; you were so pale, and your eyes were red. I offered you a blanket, but you refused, saying you were perfectly fine. Then you told me all about the new powers and abilities that you had recieved as a vampire; I was so frightened. You wanted me to join you but..." she paused, smiling warmly as she recalled the events, ".. I was against it. Then you used that charm of yours and won me over.. I barely remember when you bit me, though.." As Erika finished, she leaned up and touched the spot on her neck where Wolfgang had bitten her. With a smile, she added: "I was so happy that you were able to get me a spot on the SS, and such a high ranking position to boot!" she chuckled. "I'm really.. happy, Wolfgang." Her crimson eyes rose to meet his. [/color:2cd3a27501] |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 7:17 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme Odakira removed the dampened cloth, the anti-septic haven been soaked into her skin, cleaning the wound from the risk of infection. He didn't even glance up at her as he continued his work, reaching over to a grab a roll of bandaging cloth.
"I don't know where I come from." He said in a whisper as he unwound the roll to a lengthy strap. He reached behind her with his hand that held the end of the cloth, and placed it at her lower back. With his other hand, holding the roll, he brought his hand under her shirt and around her lower stomach to her back. He tied a quick ribbon so he may have another free hand, soon, he spun the bandaging cloth about her side three times. Tearing the cloth with his teeth from the roll, he tucked in the loose end of the bandage behind under the tied bandaging, making a clean, dressed bandage for her injury. He then pulled down her shirt to where it belonged, the sight of her skin not bothering him whatsoever, for he had helped many people in dressing wounds, and healing them. He stood and glanced at her cheek, speaking out again to explain his background to her. "I was found along a dirt road in a Berlin." He cleared his throat as he grabbed a small cloth, and a bottle of water. He drenched the cloth in the liquid, then placed it gently on her bruised cheek. As he held it up to her he took her hand into his, bringing it up so that she may hold onto it. It was strange a vampire would wear white, but Odakira seemed to have resemble more of a medic, or doctor. Though his proficiency lied in his weapons. "I was taken in by an old Japanese woman, she gave me my name." His eyes then finally left her wound amongst her cheek, and met with her own. They seemed to pierce into her once again like they did when they first met. "It was in the middle of the night luckily, for the next day, she tried to bring me outside in the sun, and my body was torched slightly." He shook his head, feeling weird about talking about his history, lowering his head to glance at the kit as he finished putting the rest of the supplies in it, and closed it. Placing it into his coat once again. [color=brown:9f49fe521d]Wolfgang nodded slightly to her as she asked about him cutting class. Letting a low chuckle slide from under his breath as she had slid her arms about his neck. He brought his hand to her firm stomach, and laid her down acrossed his lap, his arm acting as a recliner to her, bringing up his hand he used to bring her down up to stroke through her golden tresses. When she began to speak about the night he converted her, he couldn't do anything but smile warmly down at her. Then when she came to mention she was happy, his smile became a widened grin. His eyelids narrowed as they locked lustfully onto hers. Bringing down his hand to begin stroking her cheek lightly with the backside tips of his fingers, he leaned down, letting his lips graze her cheek unto her ear. He whispered seductively to her, his tone reflecting off the cortex of her mind, leaving an eerie, yet lulling echo in her thoughts, "Was it something like this...?" He allowed his lips to traversedown one side of her neck, then lightly grazing across her throat. At this point, he allowed his tongue to lightly trail where his lips had gone. Finally, reaching the spot of which she indicated, his lips latched onto the spot, his fangs lightly nibbling onto her skin in the exact spots of where his canines had penetrated her skin long ago. His tongue licked up at her skin smoothly again, sending a shocking feeling to course through her spine as he did so. Giving her an affectionate feeling as he did then so long ago. His hand then slid slinkily from her stomach around her side and unto her mid back. Lifting her figure slightly, his hand that reclined her held unto her neck, acting as something for her to lay her head upon as he expressionately removed his teeth from her, placing a small kiss open her neck only to raise and glance down at her deeply with his luminating red occulars. The wide grin shrinking to a warm smile, his fangs protruding from his mouth over his bottom lip slightly as he spoke out in a whisper as seductive as it was before, "Ich liebe dich, Erika..."[/color:9f49fe521d] |
Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 9:21 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme "Nonsense, you are doing quite well," the tall vampire spoke with a surprising amount of plaudits in his tone of voice. Considering the way Jeanne believed herself to be a failure, the quick way in which Mernov dismissed her worries would have been highly unexpected. "You grow faster with each shot you fire!" Mernov reached into a pocket in his jacket and, seeminly from out of nowhere, he pulled a large cardboard box, filled with cartridges for the young lady's Mauser. He set this beside her then stood up and looked somewhere off into the distance for a moment, then looked back at her again.
"A row of ten targets has been set up, each at five-hundred meters," Mernov informed her. "Once again, you may stand, kneel, or lie prone, but you must destroy all of them as quick as you can, but do not sacrifice accuracy for speed!" He paused for a moment, interpretting her expressions. "Do not worry, you are under no pressure. You have hundreds of years ahead of you, now, during which time you can perfect your skills. Relax. Breathe. You will do fine, believe me." |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 10:01 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme Helen listened to Odakira intently as she held her hand to her cheek. When her green eyes met with his gold ones, she shivered slightly under his intense gaze. She frowned slightly as she listened to the last part of his answer.
“So you were already a vampire when you were found?” she asked, cocking her head to one side. Her eyes burned with interest. “Were you born a vampire? Or were you bitten the night you were found?” Helen opened her mouth to ask another question, but she quickly closed it. He seemed uncomfortable talking about his past. She tore her eyes away from his, and stared at her free hand in her lap. “Forgive me, please. I tend to become insensitive when I’m curious. It’s just that I ran across some books on vampires and I started to read them.” She motion to the pile next to her. “You caught me reading up on weaknesses. I never knew it could be so complex! I don’t know how the Children of the Night managed to keep a low profile when they’re so powerful.” |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | [color=olive:3601cc2582]Erika closed her eyes and let a sigh escape her lips, her lips brushing up against Wolfgang's ear as she replied softly.
"I love you too, Mernov.." she whispered, her arms around his neck. The Nazi rubbed her cheek against Wolfgang's affectionately, leaning forward to kiss his lips softly[/color:3601cc2582] Jeanne smiled widely, exposing her newly sharpened canines. "Tha... thank you, Master!" she said happily. As she listened to him give her his next set of orders, she nodded, determined to improve for him. This time she laid down upon the grass, her dress pooling around her slender frame. It took her only about three seconds for her to locate and demolish the first target. Once she had done that, she leaned up quickly, grabbing a new shell for her Mauser and reloading it, pulling up her gun and shooting again. The next shot only resulted in a small amount of shrapnel flying into the air, but Jeanne shrugged it off; at least she hit it. After she had shot the remaining eight relatively quickly, she stood up once more, wiping her forehead; Jeanne was slightly nervous, afraid that she was dissapointing Mernov with her lack of experience. "How was.. that?" she asked, beginning to feel slightly more confident. |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 12:22 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Mernov looked on with pleasure -- an onlooker might have called it "happiness," but Mernov himself would never have admitted this to be true or even possible -- as his apprentice rapidly destroyed the targets. Despite being slightly off on the second target -- as well as the eighth -- there was no doubt that she was catching on to this rather quickly; it was as though she were born to be a vampire. By the time she reloaded to fire upon the last target, she needed barely even one second to aim properly; she had dropped more than ten seconds from her aiming time in under an hour, an impressive feat. Glancing at the sky, Mernov guessed that it was perhaps two o'clock in the morning; there should yet be five and a half hours before sunlight broke out. Though he wished greatly to press the training on through the day from the safety of the Hellsing Manor's dungeons, he knew this would not be wise, as one can only learn so much in a given amount of time. Nevertheless, he would ceratinly try to get in as much as he could in their remaining time for that day.
Needless to say, the tall vampire did just that. Within thirty minutes, Jeanne was able to bullseye the seven-hundred and fifty meter targets effortlessly. Mernov smiled with appreciation for his pupil; he knew for a fact that she was rarely talented and found himself almost struggling to supress his excitement at her progress. In the next hour, he introduced her to a semi-automatic pistol which, after some quick modifications, would be her side-arm in case she entered into closer quarters than a rifle would allow; he informed her that the rifle could, of course, be fitted with a blessed, silver bayonet in case melee combat became a necessity, should she desire it. At the end of this hour, when her skills with a handgun were as proficient as they were with a rifle, he began to demonstrate a wide variety of techniques which would improve her deadly skills beyond that of most vampires, even; in Mernov's experience, he found that many vampires (although not all, of course) relied souly on their vampiric powers to claim their skill with their weapon of choice. In his opinion, this made them weak as even amongst humans certain techniques with certain weapons allowed greater prowess. These techniques would not and could not be learned nearly as fast as using a vampiric ability, such as the third eye, but were certainly not impossible to develop quickly. Mernov spent the remaining time before the sun came up helping Jeanne to develop these skills and was, as usual, very impressed with her progress. When the time came, Mernov sensing the impending sunlight just a few seconds away, he offered Jeanne a rather uncharacteristic smile and walked towards her, saying simply, "That is all". The tall vampire first placed one arm around her shoulder as he moved very close to her, then used his other to grab his cloak and envelop the two of them with it. When they reappeared with a flourish, they were in Jeanne's room in the dungeons. Before any words could be spoken, he lowered his arm from her shoulder to the middle of her back, and then in one swift motion, he swept her off of her feet, carrying the beautiful young girl slowly towards her coffin/bed. As he neared, the coffin lid rose and moved out of the way. The tall vampire then looked down to her, traces of his smile still visible around the edges of his mouth. "Do you have anything to ask of me before you rest, m'lady?" Mernov asked her, recalling his days during the era of chivalry and feeling the irony he felt back then at being polite despite being a creature of the night. |
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