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Post by Dracula on Aug 28, 2006 17:34:53 GMT -5
It is so good to be here in my home...yes, it was so successful in Transylvania that we opened up in France. The childeren of the night sing for me, and though my brides have been killed, I shall soon find others.
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Post by magenta on Aug 29, 2006 21:17:07 GMT -5
"Good morning, sir!" I said brightly as I entered the castle. "I understand you were looking to hire a maid?"
This was just like the Frankenstein place! I would be utterly at home.
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Post by Dracula on Aug 30, 2006 9:23:50 GMT -5
"Good evening", I said as the maiden stepped into my castle. "Enter freely and of your own free will."
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Post by magenta on Aug 31, 2006 7:17:35 GMT -5
The groovy goth who owned the castle beckoned me in, and I followed. I wondered if what I smelled on him was blood.
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Post by Alandra on Aug 31, 2006 11:16:19 GMT -5
((The groovy goth - Best description of Dracula ever!!!))
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Post by magenta on Aug 31, 2006 13:43:12 GMT -5
((Yeah, plus it sounds better then "human mosquito"!))
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Post by magenta on Sept 1, 2006 10:04:30 GMT -5
"Nice try, babe", I said. "You don't have to pretend to be humble. Anyway, I guess I'll get to work on your stairs."
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Rolo
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Like Raoul. Only not.
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Post by Rolo on Sept 3, 2006 7:23:30 GMT -5
*Sayuri walked up the front steps, carrying a bag of weapons. She decided that the best way to fix her little problem was to engage in battle with a vampire.She knocked briskly on the door and then stepped back.*
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Post by Dracula on Sept 3, 2006 8:21:17 GMT -5
As my new maid opened the door, I stepped back and observed the visitor. She carried more weopens then I had thought human strength was capable of. I wondered whether to be amused or impressed.
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Rolo
- Ingenious Pilot -
Like Raoul. Only not.
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Post by Rolo on Sept 3, 2006 10:17:26 GMT -5
*Looks surprised.* Um. Hi I'm Sayuri and I'm going to be killing you now.
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Post by Dracula on Oct 7, 2006 15:53:33 GMT -5
*Returns from the grave* Magenta, I want my Hendrix albums back.
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Post by Irene on Oct 7, 2006 17:23:31 GMT -5
*Continued from the infirmiry thread*
I screamed as I was dragged into the castle. My strength had already been sapped by today's ordeal, but I used what little effort I had in me. "Let me go, you bastard!"
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Post by Dracula on Oct 7, 2006 17:25:27 GMT -5
*Laughing, he dragged the screaming girl to a room in the tower. As her arms flailed against him, he felt adrenaline rushing throughout his body.* My dear, the more you struggle, the more painful you make this for yourself. I'd hate to have to cause you any...excessive amount of pain, but I will if you don't behave a bit more ladylike.
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Post by Irene on Oct 7, 2006 17:27:32 GMT -5
I spat and kicked, but my strength was utterly gone. My struggle left me gasping for breath. His grip on me pinched my skin. I fought back the urge to faint again, and I succeeded in that, at least.
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Post by Dracula on Oct 7, 2006 17:28:54 GMT -5
*Dracula throws Irene down on the floor. Even in her fury, she was so lovely...He rips her dress down the middle and pins her to the ground with an animalistic strength. The lust that has been building up inside him erupts, and he laughs savagley at the hatred in her eyes. The he begins to take off his coat*
FADE OUT
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