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Given to Darkness ((Candy and Myself))

Dampylle

Dampylle

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Dec 13, 2009
The village was terrified and not simply of the terrors that walked the night. A storm had ravaged their crops leaving them in dire straits even as their annual tithes were soon to be collected. Those tithes were one reason they were perhaps not as terrified of creatures of the night as some... for in the castle that loomed in the distance surrounded by the very woods that held such creatures perched atop the plateau at its heart lived a creature to whom their tithes went. Who and what he was had long been a subject of debate though. Their oldest tales spoke of a mage practicing the dark arts, but those who had seen him said he was clearly one of the night-walkers, however no vampire they had every heard of possessed the kind of power he seemed to.

In the end it really did not matter though. The lands were his and they payed their tithes, the creatures of the dark forest did not attack them for they worshiped the dark lord in his castle. It was an arrangement that had served them well... but with the damage of that storm they now could not pay their tithe. The town elders though had found an old scroll in the library, one that spoke of another form of payment. So they had found the most lovely virgin maiden of their village... and in the old traditions planned to sacrifice her to their dark lord to earn his favor in place of their usual tithe.

The alter had been prepared and as the sun set on the night of the blood moon the air seemed to already carry the chill of the grave. The howls of the beasts in the woods had fallen silent as if in reverence for the coming of the thing they worshiped. The villagers had prepared to bring the young maiden and bind her to the alter so that they could retreat to safety before the Lord arrived by the strange black carriage that always conveyed him on nights like this.
 
Allison was afraid.

The way the sun was retreating from the darkness, spilling blood red light across the horizon... was chillingly appropriate. In a village so small, there were few young virgins to choose from- and as the most beautiful they could offer, Allison had been selected. Her family was promised a future sum of wealth to pay for her, and at least she could die knowing that her loved ones would be taken care of...

With hair the color of a warm sunrise, and sapphire blue eyes- Allison was a sight to behold. Her body was slender, but with youthful and soft curves; the white wedding dress that they had put her into hugged her beautifully- symbolizing both her purity, and her ritual wed to death.

As the last rays of sun disappeared, the girl found herself bound to the dark stone alter. It felt like she was attached to a block of ice, leaving her shivering helplessly- unable to move, only able to wait as the torches of the villagers disappeared, their voices softly whispering to one another before they too, faded.

"What a shame..."

"It had to be done..."

"Poor girl...."

But as much as she wanted to- Allison did not cry. Not yet. Just waited with bated breath...
 
In the distance, from those eerily silent woods, the sound of hooves could be faintly heard. Fog seemed to roll down from the plateau and out through the woods reflecting the light of the rare blood moon. The sound slowly grew louder signaling the approach of the dark thing that ruled these lands. As the sounds slowly grew louder it seemed that time stretched and slowed in the most agonizing way. As such it seemed an eternity before the black carriage emerged from the woods coming down the old road. The horses were jet black though it was clear they were not natural as their eyes were blood red and no steam came from their breath.

The carriage slowly came to a stop near the alter and the door swung open without so much as a sound. Then a tall and regal figure stepped from inside that dark conveyance. His face looked as if it had been carved from alabaster by one of the masters and stood as a stark contrast to the darkness. His eyes were strangely dark though when the moonlight revealed his face fully it showed them to be a deep dark red. He was to say the least strikingly handsome and his stature suggested a powerfully muscled physique. He appeared to glide more than walk as he approached the alter and let his gaze fall upon the lovely creature waiting there.

She radiated innocence and purity, which held a certain appeal for him in more ways than one. He was tempted to feed but in the end he decided better to keep her as his own... there was something subtle about her that he could not quite put his finger on. But his instincts were such that he would not doubt them. He approached the alter and his hand lashed out in what no doubt seemed a gesture that would cleave her bosom... only it did not. It severed the chains that bound her and an instant later she was scooped up into his powerful arms as he returned to his carriage. The door swung closed with what seemed a deafening click before the carriage began its return to the castle in the heart of the wood.
 
She flinched as she heard the hoof beats on the cobblestones, drawing nearer and nearer... taking an eternity, yet seeming to take no time at all. Growing maddeningly close and loud, yet the girl still did not make so much as a whimper.

Beyond the sound of the hooves, she only heard the rattle of her frightened breath, her heart pounding in her breast- could he hear it too? What manner of beast would emerge from that carriage? Her head was turned in the direction of the wood, and soon she saw that jet black carriage emerge from the shadows of the twisted trees. Slowly, with the fog gathering beneath the wheels and hooves of the dark horses, she watched a shadow form- he stepped from the carriage.

Her heart stopped beating as she regarded him in fear. What he was was a mystery, but it was inhuman and terrifying... Allison knew that for sure! He regarded her with what felt like an eternity, and a whimper finally drew from her lips as his hand lashed out at her- surely this was her last moment... who wouldn't scream?

But instead, the ice cold chains dropped off of her, and she found herself in his arms. Against him, she was instantly trembling- the scream that had left her lips died quickly. PArt of her wanted to scream and scream until her head exploded (and perhaps his too).. but she didn't, fear closed up her throat again. But what was he doing?

All she knew was that he had brought her into his carriage, and was being swept into the darkness of the wood- towards his dark castle. What would become of her?
 
The Dark Lord yet remained silent though he let his gaze drink in the young woman who still rested in his arms. She was quite lovely though a bit waifish... she was young yet though so time would tell just how far her beauty might grow. He knew if he wanted he could make her swoon but he did not. He restrained the powerful aura that was so much a natural part of him and simply took in her features. He still felt there was something intangible about her beyond her innocence that he was not able to place his finger on. It was this intrigue that had spared her, he wanted to see what it was that was hidden in the young virtuous maiden.

After a time he finally spoke, his voice was rich and resonate... the sort of voice young women no doubt fantasized about and which would make them swoon and quiver. It range out softly in the carriage as he spoke, "You are mine now young one. As you were offered in sacrifice I accept your life... but that means it is mine to do with as I please. There is something about you I can not place and so you shall be spared. You will reside in my castle and see to my needs as my personal maid... for now." The moonlight shone through the windows once more revealing the strikingly handsome face. If not for the stories and fear surrounding this man it was clear that the women of the village would swoon and become flushed at the mere sight of him... such was his beauty that no mortal could ever hope to compare.
 
The girl looked at him with her large expressive eyes; she could only nod mutely at him- she was still against him, and highly uncomfortable with that... but she was his to do what he wished with, and could only count herself lucky he seemed content just looking at her. Much better than being devoured.

Now that they were close, with moonlight pouring in through the window- they could really get a good look at each other- though she was very meek, and only stole quick glances at him, as if looking too long would somehow hurt her.

Her red hair was quite long, flowing in soft waves down her back. Her skin was the same color as the moonlight that poured over them, and if he looked closely, he'd notice a very faint dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her lips were large and full, though they were pressed thin at the moment in her anxiety as she chewed on her tongue...

He was beautiful, she noticed that immediately- it surprised her, because he had expected him to have a half dozen eyes and legs, and walk like a crab. The local legends had really grown quite ridiculous, but naturally she believed them- she was a soft, gullible type.

Looking at him, she did not swoon- fear poisoned any attraction she would have otherwise felt- she was young, bursting with hormones after all... perhaps she could view him differently soon. Maybe this wouldn't be so awful. So far the local legends didn't seem quite right... maybe it would all be okay...

Foolishly, the girl hoped so.
 
He of course knew that in their youth people were prone to far more wild action than when they settled into the later years of their lives. He could easily have exploited that but he was curious to see how she would react on her own. Already he could see subtle shifts in her body language, such things were clear as day to one who was often said to be the perfect predator. But at the moment he did not view her as prey... no he was curious as to what his instincts were trying to tell him. He had not had to rely on his mystical sense for so long, he had grown complacent in his castle as far as that went.

He let her view his unearthly and amazing beauty as they traveled and then the sound of chains could be heard as the drawbridge to the castle lowered. Then the echoes of hoof beats grew louder as they echoed below before once more falling into the steady rhythm and volume once more. Eventually the carriage came to a stop and he spoke once more, "I will have quarters arranged beside my own, as my maid and servant you will attend to me when I desire it... though until then I will have to decide where you will rest." He carried her out of the carriage and then through the lavish halls. There could be no doubt as to the wealth of the creature who now owned her. Eventually they came to a lavish master suite though it had no obvious windows... a moment later he opened a lavish set of iron double doors to reveal another room and beyond that could bee seen wrought iron gates that lead to a balcony overlooking the sheer cliff and the sparkling river below.... its view was to say the least breathtaking. He spoke once more, "This is my sitting room, you may rest here.. do you have any questions, and what shall your master call you?" He set her gently upon a chaise lounge as he waited for her answer.
 
"M-my name is Allison," she merely said, in a voice just barely above a whisper. It was the first thing he had heard her say, besides a scream or a whimper. Her voice was very soft and feminine, yet seemed fragile too, just as she herself was. The redhead was still trembling from head to toe, but at least she wasn't crying and screaming. Her body language was that of fear, she kept her body drawn tight, keeping her arms and legs closed to her frame, huddled... though he had not harmed her as of yet, she still could not relax and trust that nothing would happen to her like the stories.

Would he eat her soul? Make her into a stew? Pull out her heart and make her watch? Oh, the stories were nothing short of mortifying and left her quite paralyzed. Speaking her name had been quite difficult, but she was afraid not to answer his questions. He seemed calm now, but was he quick to anger?

"I... don't know... what to ask." of course she had questions. Were the stories true? What are you? What's going to happen to me? ... A lot of questions along that line, but her throat was still quite closed and she was afraid of being too bold to ask such questions- and perhaps afraid of the answers. Her skittishness was not going to disappear overnight, unfortunately, but she would do as she was told to the best of her ability.
 
He knew he could easily force her to relax should he be so inclined. A bit of mesmerism or even simply allowing his potent aura to flow freely... for former of which could calm her and the later of which would not doubt leave her swooning with want. But he did neither for the time being. Instead he walked over to a ornate mannequin and removed his lavish coat draping it over the figure before walking over and taking a seat in the large chair across from her. The white silk short her wore was of a fairly close fitting and did much to hint at the powerfully muscled chest and arms that lurked beneath the elegant cloth.

He brought one hand up to brush a stray strand of his hair from his face, its dark midnight colored locks so black that the seemed to shine blue when the moonlight hit just right. It was as if nothing about this 'man' could be deemed unattractive though there were subtle hints that he was far more than a mere human. His rich voice seemed to drift across the room to whisper into her ears, "It has been to long since I needed a proper name... I suppose you may simply call me Master, or Kain if you require a name."
 
The girl just nodded... she could not be comfortable acting familiar enough to use a name, so she would use the term Master. Her eyes were fixed on the floor rather than at the attractive man, for she could not deny his beauty- fear or not... but beautiful didn't mean he wasn't terrifying. "Master," she merely echoed, though her voice was still quite low and nervous- as if speaking above a whisper might cause something horrible to happen.

Her eyes still looked anywhere but him, yet she nodded very obediently to anything he said to indicate she was listening to him and not ignoring him. She fidgeted with the white silk, her red hair contrasting bright against the fabric. This was all so strange, as if she was awake in a dream. But it was not a dream of course, she had even discreetly pinched herself to prove such. This was real. She belonged to this strange, haunting man.

"Are you going to hurt me?" she asked meekly. He said he had spared her life, but that did not really mean he wasn't going to do other equally terrible things, such as torture her.
 
He arched an elegant eyebrow at her question... and then of all things he actually laughed. With his rich and resonate tones it became an enchanting and melodic sound that echoes ever so slightly around her before he spoke once more. "Young one if I had intended any such thing you would not be sitting here now... I see the villagers must still tell tales of the 'dark thing in the woods' or do they have a different name for me these days?" He was still smiling as he leaned back and relaxed in his chair, an act that showed his pearly teeth and revealed the his fangs as they peeked from behind pale crimson lips.

He was curious though now as she was still not relaxing exactly what it was she feared from him. As if to test this he let his aura flow softly over her for a moment... its potent allure filling her senses for a few moments before drawing it back into himself. He did not want to fully tempt her per say but was curious to see if she would react with more fear or if perhaps she was only acting that way out of habit and her instincts could push beyond stories and what she had been told.
 
Taken aback by his laughter, she dared to look at him. She didn't expect that response at all, but didn't feel relieved. He could be lying for one. It just didn't make sense to her that he'd scoop up the young sacrifice then just have her do his laundry... he could easily afford a hundred servants to do such things, and seeing as he hadn't done that (or had she? She could not tell)... well, he must not have wanted it. So what good was she? The other options were rather awful.

She sensed him come close, though he did not move from the couch- his aura washing over her as he willed it. Allison was resistant to his aura, she was still afraid and drew back out of instinct- her mind screamed at him to stay away from him, not to be fooled. Her entire body grew very rigid and her eyes a little wider.

It seemed it would take a little more than that for him to be able to manipulate her responses to him. This was... strange, since she shouldn't have been able to respond that way. But it couldn't be that easy, could it? Or she wouldn't have been interesting...
 
Kain was surprised, it was odd for anyone to be able to resist even a small fraction of his aura. The fact that it would clearly require more to affect her was rather interesting. It also meant that there was more to her than what the villagers knew... innocence and purity would not stave off one of his power. No there was some other potential in her and that intrigued him a great deal. When she stiffened he decided to act in a far more subtle method... one that could both comfort and entice.

He reached out and placed a hand gently on her shoulder easing her back onto the chaise lounge as he spoke in those rich and almost mesmerizing tones of his, "Please... relax and be calm Allison... no harm is going to come to you hear. The breadth of my presence seems to have startled you... I am sure you will grow accustomed to it given time." He slowly removed his hand letting his fingers dance ever so lightly across her shoulder and then brushing against her supple throat. He was not going to force things just yet... her fear was a result of the villager and their silly stories. They had no idea what he truly was after all beyond the fact that his power was beyond their scope of understanding.
 
Feeling his hand, she could not help but flinch at first... though she did not dare move away. But she did lower back onto the lounge as he bid her to, daring to glance back up at him again. This more subtle method seemed more effective, and she did visibly relax- unclenching some of the muscles she had not even realized she'd been tensing. As his hand gently moved about her white skin, she kept very still. This method was less intimidating than an invisible aura, it was more.. human. His touch felt genuinely comforting, and his tone was soothing...

"Do you promise?" she asked, though such a question- she realized after she said it- very well might incite anger in him. Who was she to demand that he promise anything, after all. Though her fear was based on what she'd heard, to be here so close to him was very intimidating. Something was off about him, something obviously not human, and being unable to tell perhaps was more terrifying than if she did know.

Shivering from his touch, she dared to believe that he was telling her the truth. Not because she really felt she could trust him, but because the fragile thing needed to believe it to protect herself.
 
He noticed the way she visabley relaxed. It was more surprising than her first reaction truth be told. Most would be terrified at the touch of a creature such as him but she seemed to take more comfort in it. She was different indeed and it both tempted and pleased him. Her question earned a throaty chuckle from him as he leaned back and stretched giving her quite the pleasing view as his silk shirt pulled tightly against his well muscled chest before he relaxed into his chair and answered her. "You have my word, I would not have brought you here if that was my intent... though you should be warned that as I rest I am not sure how restrained my Aura may be... so you may well feel it more intensely than when I relaxed just now."

He had in essence told the truth, it was an effort of will to restrain his aura... and if he relaxed that focus it was unleashed. He did it without thinking most of the time but as he rested it would no doubt flood these chambers and he could not predict how that might affect her. He stood and reached out a hand to gently cup her cheek letting his thumb caress her soft skin and then brush across her lips as he spoke, "Be at ease Allison... you need not worry... the village has long been safe because of my protection, if anything you are even safer here than you were there."
 
It was indeed strange... Allison realized it herself. Shouldn't she have passed out in sheer terror? That was (what she viewed to be) the proper reaction. The girl allowed him to touch her, caress her silky cheek... but she still kept her eyes dropped low, and nodded at his warning. No doubt she wasn't going to get much sleep tonight, aura or not. Though she had 'relaxed', it did not mean she wasn't still afraid. It would take time, alongside his verbal reassurances, for her to settle down completely.

She still wondered- what WAS his intent? Was it truly to keep her as a maid? Perhaps even monsters got lonely on occasion. Had he picked her up like a stray cat on a whim? Would he change his mind? But she did not voice her concerns, just fidgeted with the fabric pooled in her lap- thinking about what he said. When she thought about it, the village had not had much trouble. Except for the storm that brought her here.
 
His hand remained on her cheek in a gentle and tender caress. He was beginning to wonder if perhaps what he sensed in her so subtely was some secret, and possibly even unknown to her, fascination with the darkness. Perhaps that is why fear did not panic her or freeze her as it might others. He wondered if deep down this might be something she would come to enjoy. He also realized if such was the case that when she began to accept it the dark energy that swirled around him and that had infused this castle and could be drawn from the place of power deep in the plateau may well change her in unforeseen ways.

Again his thumb brushed feather light over her full and pouting lips. He was not blind and realized she was quite lovely... men would desire to kiss those lips and see them smile. He wondered if she would soon do that for him assuming his most recent hunch regarding his instincts was correct. He had not had any sort of companion in a very long time and perhaps that too was part of why this intriguing young woman had been spared... so he could bring here here. He spoke softly in that rich hypnotic voice that seemed to drift to her ears on an unseen wind, "I could try to stay awake if you think it will help you rest or ease into your new life here.... or I could relax myself to let you grow more accustomed to how my presence feels..."
 
The girl was surprised by his offer, it seemed he was truly considering her well-being.... not what she had expected from a monster. But she still politely rejected his offer to stay awake. "I will get used to it one way or another," she said simply in a very soft voice. Her voice was a little shaky, but she could speak very clearly. "No reason to make yourself uncomfortable..."

He was right about her secret fascination. She had not realized it herself, but had been quite intrigued by the stories the villagers told about her. Knew more of them than anyone, because her curious, morbid fascination lead her to ask. The stories were terrifying, but exciting too. The aura of his castle deep in the wood- anyone could feel it. She always knew when he was home, or away, more attuned to it than anyone else (though she never told anyone that.)

"I'll try to sleep tonight..." her body could get used to it while she slept, and probably trouble her mind less this way. "But if I'm going to be your maid, I suppose I should know what you will be expecting me to do?"
 
Kain's hand remained on her cheek still caressing it every so lightly as she said he need not force himself for her sake. It was again something that made him think perhaps this is indeed something she had secretly dreamed about. That in turn made him wonder if it was not resistance to his aura she had shown but perhaps a natural affinity for it. If she was attuned to the darkness as he was wondering then she would sense even such a small bit of his aura far more strongly and in her worried state perhaps that too unnerved her. But that made him wonder what long term affects of his unrestrained aura on her might be. If normal women with no affinity became sensually charged and at times ravenous... what would happen to this young beauty if her body could in fact accept such energy into itself.

His free hand took one of hers and raised it to his lips here he let his pale crimson lips dance over her soft skin before he spoke, "Do not fret so much, you will not be forced to do anything unseemly... simply act as a companion and aid in seeing to my needs. An enchanted castle may seem a delightful dream to most but the truth is that such a place is at times rather cold and lonely... I can not sleep so early so if you wish you may rest in my bed while your room is prepared." As he slowly began to relax and settle back into his home his aura began to slowly spread through the room and the castle, it was still faint but in time it would swell with his power and fill his home... for now it was like a quite hum in the background that spoke of his presence, power, and allure.
 
Allison blushed when he kissed her hand but didn't stop him- though it was an awfully familiar thing for him to do. But considering he owned her, he could be as familiar as he wanted... what his aura could do to her was yet to be seen. She wasn't immune to it, she just resisted it better than most people. But if she gave in and accepted it, or if there was simply too much to resist... over time, she would be prone to changes. She would become sensually charged too, but considering her upbringing and her status as a virgin... she was not the type who would so easily give in to anything like that.

"I'll ... sleep then," she just said when his lips left her hand. He seemed nocturnal, she decided- but it only made sense, as he was a creature of darkness. Allison was not, but with time would have to acclimate to his sleeping schedule because she could hardly keep him company if she was asleep when he was awake and vice versa. She could feel the aura as it filled the house, and knew that he was holding back somehow.
 
The fact that she accepted his attentions and did not tense as his aura in its restrained state washed over her very much pleased Kain. He had to admit he also rather liked the sound of her calling him master. He lifted her from the chaise lounge once more letting her rest against his sculpted and muscular chest as he carried her back into the previous chamber. A simple gesture and the massive iron doors swung closed and a metallic sound could be heard signaling they were also somehow secured.

He carried her over to his bed, a lavish and sizable four poster bed crafted of the finest ebony and cold forged wrought iron... the wood treated with the finest lacquers done in black and subtle red accents. The bed alone may well have cost more than some homes in the village below. It also as one might expect smelled of her new master.. a subtle yet powerfully masculine scent that filled her nostrils as he lay her on that lavishly soft bed. His aura was indeed as she suspected still quite restrained though as she rested it would become less and less so. He spoke softly once more, "If you wish help in acclimating... I could also prepare a drought for you later... after all I would much rather see my new companion in more than passing." Already though as he relaxed further the aura around the Kain himself became stronger even as that faint hum of it filled the castle completely.
 
Allison had never slept on a real bed before, and looked around curiously, surprised by how soft and warm it was. She had only ever slept on piles of hay, so this was definitely quite the difference. She glanced at the heavy doors that he had secured, and wondered if she could even open them if she wanted to, but wasn't worried about being trapped. It was pointless to worry about that, she wasn't going anywhere after all. As the aura strengthened around her, it made her heart beat a little faster, brought flush to her cheeks... but she still resisted, as she settled on the bed, marvelling that he even had pillows- what luxury!

"I would like the help to acclimate," she said softly in response to his offer, since she knew it was going to be hard enough with his help. Settled in his bed, she just tried to close her eyes for now. This was a lot of excitement for one evening, so she was understandably very exhausted. Allison took up very little space on he bed, curling herself up into a small ball beneath the covers. PArt of her wondered if she would wake up and find that this was all a dream...
 
The sudden flush to her cheeks did not go unnoticed by Kain of course. He realized that she may in fact react to his aura given time but it was still her resistance that interested him. He could feel the energy washing over her and through her yet she did not simply succumb. It made him wonder what absorbing such energy might do to her in the long term and he was very curious to see the answer. He nodded his head and then took her hand raising it to his lips and again kissing her supple skin softly as he spoke, "Then I shall provide you a sleeping drought when I retire for the night."

He noticed how she marveled at the simple luxury he took for granted. He wondered if when he provided the drought she would want to even move from his massive bed given how little space she took up or if its effects would simply leave her wanting to rest. He pulled a lavish fur blanket up over her and watched as she drifted to sleep. As she slept he attempted to find anything he could about her reaction to his aura but without any luck for the time being... at the same time his aura continued to swell and pulse with his power. By the middle of the night the section of the castle they were in was filled with his potent aura, it saturated his private chambers where they were in its full power and allure and even the distant parts of the castle were awash with more of his aura than she had felt when awake.
 
The reaction to this energy was present in her dreams, which became quite sexual. When she was asleep, her guard dropped considerably and she was more deeply affected in a way- she absorbed more of it than she would have if she was awake. Her skin grew quite hot in her sleep, as the sexual nature of her dreams left her aroused and even a little wet. What she was dreaming about would not be hard to guess, though she would be embarrassed about it if she woke up able to remember it- she was a shy virgin after all, you weren't supposed to even dream about such things if you weren't married (or so she had been raised to believe.)

(short post, getting ready for work. Could probably squeeze 1-2 more in.)
 
In his curiosity and research it had not even occured to Kain that something as simple as sleep could lead to her absorbing more of his aura and being more heavily affected by it. If it had he would realize his attempt to help her adjust would likely speed the rise of whatever urges and darker nature his aura was stirring in the lovely young woman. He found references to several other books but they were in his library or lab and the night was growing late. So he put aside research for the time being and prepared the sleeping drought as he had promised.

Soon he was returning to the room where Allison slept and unwittingly subjecting her in her sleeping and vulnerable state to the most potent form of that vampiric aura he possibly could. It was not the limit of his power or aura truth be told but it was the greatest sense of it she could be exposed to in his current state. He waited for her to wake so he could offer her the drought before resting before the sun rose.

((Okay, I am game to try and get a few out before you have to go))
 
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