The Chosen Bride [CorruptedHatred and Ashlee_babe]

Sexed Number of posts : 114 Age : 34 Registration date : 2008-08-06

Her life had changed.

Marguerite looked at the companions who were escorting her to her new home. Both men of brawn dressed in black to intimidate, the hoods of their cloaks hiding their faces. Marguerite reflected on her last morning with her father. She wished that that day could last forever. Her thoughts were in turmoil as she waited for her life to return back to normal but it was a false dream.

Marguerite woke to find the sun had risen over the horizon. The tears she had cried the night before and she promised herself she would shed no more. Her father was waiting for her when she dressed and walked down the stairs. He moved his face so she would not see his pain. It was his entire fault. He sold his daughter to the man who owned the town. The man he owed the debt to. He advised his daughter to dress in her finest gown and spend her day preparing herself. She was unaware that the journey would take place at night.

She kissed her father on the cheek after their last supper together. He was a little distraught over the whole situation but Marguerite tried to soothe his fears. “I am a big girl, I can handle myself.” It was the fear of the unknown that made her father worry. The rumors about the man who lived in the dark castle made his worse fears come to mind. She could be raped or beaten, maybe worse. He shook his head and just hugged his daughter tightly.

An hour after the sun had set; a coach arrived with a two men asking her come in. She was told not to bring her belongings; they would provide them for her. She now was in the carriage waiting for her new employer’s home to come into view.

The stone turrets came into view with a gasp from its female passenger. The men with her actually laughed. It took her a few moments before she realized that she had reached the castle. She was escorted out of carriage and was asked to wait outside the castle. Her long chocolate waves were pinned out of her face. Her skin, fair and flawless, was nearly iridescent in the moonlight. Her small form was covered by a lovely sapphire blue gown that made her dark blue eyes stand out. She was in all purposes, beautiful. But this beauty now stood in the cold and dark to meet her fate.

The men escorted her inside and to a private chamber with no windows. There were candles lit everywhere and a creature laid in the center of the middle of the bed in the room. "Who is that?" She asked before she was nudged and dragged over to him and a knife came into view.

"What are you going to use that for?" She panicked and felt the slice of the blade on her wrist. Nothing seemed to happened at first. Then the scent of her blood filled the room and the creature stirre. Marguerite began to scream. Her voice was not the only noise that was heard, a group of people emerged and began chanting. A cloth over her mouth came soon and the worls went dark.

What truly makes--
----a man cruel?

The time had come for his arrival. The time for him to rise once again from the nightmarish captivity he had under gone for so many years. So many dreams that had seemed like dust in the wind within his mind as he had slumbered through the eons. Not a piece of his form changing as his body lay dormant in hopes of being resurrected by the one and only that he yearned for. The long lengths of night and day, struck him the same as he bobbed within his dream like state for those years. Mind slowly going from inside as he was his only friend to seemingly talk to. Again he could hear the rushing water of desires that flooded his body, but this time it seemed different. A texture of sorts had been added as the scent of something oh so familiar flared in his waiting nostrils. Everything started to make sense as his fingers twitched, eternal body slowly awakening from its damned rested.

He gripped the fabric that he was garbed in, taking in the blood that had been spilled for his sake as his ruby eyes befell those nearby. They had gone through hell to get her here and more, but it seemed they had already displeased him; even with waking him up. Swiftly he was at his feet, the other's skulls being crushed in his palm as he edged toawrds his queen. The long wavy strands of black that framed his face seemed to fluttered minimally by his movements as he disguarded the men around as simply trash bag. Catching his bride in his arms as he laid her down against the same alter he had previously been resting upon. Pressing his lips to hers he trailed his mouth down her jawline and neck until he found the right place. Sinking his teeth in aggressively he punctured her skin taking in her luscious blood that had just awoken him. His hunger stronger than it had ever been.

His hands started to go down her body in an animalistic manner as he drank, wanting as much pleasure as he could while he took in her delicious fluids. He wanted everything from her, but wouldn't sacrifice her life as he slowly drained her to the point of exhaustion, leaving her upon the alter as he blew the candles out. The men that had been previously chanting lay in ruin at the sides of the room, blood pooling to the ground as he felt the return of his servants. Purring darkly he started a slight swagger around the room, he wouldn't leave her side until she came to, but at the same time he wouldn't leave the place in such a mess.

Picking up each body, he flung it to the door, knowing full well that those under him would swiftly dispose of the bodies in an honorable fashion; whether it was to dine on them as they wished or toss out the trash, that was their choice. Snapping back upon his beauty, he stood at her side- slowly running a hand over her beautiful face as he awaited for her to awake. She was his after all, the only one whom had been able to awaken him from his slumber and he would keep it that way. No one else would have her!

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Is it his lusts--
----or his intentions?

Sexed Number of posts : 114 Age : 34 Registration date : 2008-08-06

Marguerite took a moment to realize what was happening. At first, she thought it was a warped scene of events because of the chemicals being pumped into her system from that rag. But she soon realized that the creature was not only awake but was destroying the followers that had kidnapped and forced her blood upon him. She was not sure if this was reality or not but the world slowly morphed and then it was dark once more.

She opened her eyes a few hours later to see a man dressed in fine clothing with black hair in his face. She stirred heavily and attempted to sit up. She murmured a muttered groan and rubbed her head. "Where the hell am I?" She asked rubbing her eyes and swinging her feet off the edge of the altar. The room spun with the action.

What truly makes--
----a man cruel?

Seeing her rise was enough to make him joyous, yet the only sign of that was his lips twisting to a smile. That was it as he stood where he had hours ago. The bodies where gone and the place was being refreshed by his loyal workers- how many years had it been? Even he didn't know really. Listening to her voice he couldn't help but fight the urge to purr, just having her at this point made him happier than he had been in his dream state. Good for her and his servants, bad for anyone who opposed the two. "My dear, you are in my castle" he spoke in a luscious voice to her. Over the years he had picked up the regular language from the followers that whispered in his presence. That didn't say that he was bad at it or even perfect, but he'd get around well enough with that and the olden tongue he used. He would have bowed it seemed, but that wasn't what the master of the house did or at least from him it wasn't the greatest of idea. He stayed standing at her side in hopes of learning more of his beauty. He didn't even know her name-- ah yes she didn't even know his. "My name is Volcan." he said with a short pause. He didn't give his last name, he just didn't like doing so- so it would be left to rest with any other questions in his mind for the moment.

Is it his lusts--
----or his intentions?

Sexed Number of posts : 114 Age : 34 Registration date : 2008-08-06

"In your castle?" She repeated the words over outloud and then in her head several times. A castle she have never been in before and a place that terrified her. "And where is this castle I am in? I would like to go back to my home please." Her voice was a little hoarse and yet gentle and calming. Her hands were shaking, from what she did not know. "Volcan, its an unsual name but it must fit you. This is an unsual place. Could you tell me why I am sitting on this altar?" She asked as she stood and swayed. It took her a few moments to steady herself.

"Oh, how rude of me. My name is Marguerite DeLancre." She smiled weakly but still was a litle confused why she was there. "How did I get here? I remember men coming and then everything is quite unclear from there."

What truly makes--
----a man cruel?

Listening to her as she spoke, he simply smiled. "You are here do to the work of a cult. They captured you and took you to this chamber to resurrect me" he was being about as blunt as he could be for his prize. He didn't want her to be too confused about the situation. Then again being about as direct as he would had a chance to send her into a panic. What had they unleashed when they had awoken this 'man' from his slumber? Something fair worse than what storybooks held about Volcan. Eying her he listened on, he had said everything he truly needed to say at this point- except for one detail. "Ve are in Romania, my dear" he purred a slight accent leaking out with his words this time. Why would he need to hide himself from her when she was to be his.

"You are destined to become my bride... whether you like it or not..." he was going to be rougher now, his accent going heavy as he spoke. Giving him a polished yet harmful feeling to it. Despite the fact that he was cooing towards her. "You are the reason I was awoken... the only person who can rightfully be by my side... that cult had been waiting for years to find you... " he leaned back a bit against the nearest wall, eyes on her. "I can remember them as they spoke highly of you when they had thought they found you... They where right on the mark too..." he was being about as casual as he could get. Despite his old customs that rushed into his mind as he took a slight bow to her. She would be the only one worth his time or his respect. No other.

Is it his lusts--
----or his intentions?

Sexed Number of posts : 114 Age : 34 Registration date : 2008-08-06

"A cult," it explained the chanting the ritual like altar she was bleeding over. "You are not trying to sugarcoat this for me are you?" She whispered as she rose to her full height, much shorter compared to the man in front of her. The name of this man was registering to her. He was an old king who was imprisoned and never heard from again. She was truly in Romania with this creature and demanded her as his bride.

"I have a say in my life and I do not think I will allow you to force me into marriage." His voice changed and it sent a chill up her spine. His accent thickened as her fewar increased. "I do not think you are thinking this through. People are going to come look for me and I will try and escape any chance I get." She saw him bow and took that opportunity to make a run for the door.

What truly makes--
----a man cruel?

As she ran, he seemed to not even move more than a few steps. The room was still sealed from his servants, though they could easily slip through one of the nearby walls to answer his calls. "I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation Marguerite" he spoke towards her as she ran. His eyes moving over her full body as she tried to take off. The moment she reached the door one of his lower servants appeared. Dark eyes staring her down as if he had been willed their to scare her. Volcan waved his hand nonchalantly. The servant baring his fangs to show what she truly was in store for. "I would persuade you to never leave, knowing full well what the light would do to your beautiful skin and body..." he started. Ah yes, only he could walk well under the sun, but that was for only short periods- the others couldn't do it unless they where somehow shielded, otherwise the pain that ensued as they melted was horrid. She was his, it would be seen by the puncture marks he had already done to her neck. Watching her he hung back as the servant stared at her hungrily. He could smell his King's scent on her, but still- she was something new to him.

Is it his lusts--
----or his intentions?

Sexed Number of posts : 114 Age : 34 Registration date : 2008-08-06

Marguerite reached the door and a man still taller than her bore his eyes down on her. His teeth were snarling and his eyes grew dark to her. She took a terrified step back into the room and towards the man who called himself Volcan. "What do you mean about the light. The sun has never bothered me." She whispered as she looked over her shoulder as she was practically herded back into the room. She bumped against the chest of Volcan and looked up. "You want me to stay here and I know nothing of this place, I have no clothing and I do not know the language. I really think you have the wrong girl."

What truly makes--
----a man cruel?

Watching her as she spoke about the light he gave a soft chuckle, "My dear love- check you neck... do you remember stories of vampires and the sort?" he questioned to her. Surely if she knew of him, she would know of the vampires that swore allegiance under the one whom had turned them. Each had come willingly to the King, begging him to make them his servant and here they where night crawlers that had no limit with time. Free to go as they wished, still under the grip of their King. Feeling her bump against his chest as his servant took a few steps towards the two, he waved his hand again. "That is quite enough Leon" the male stared at his master and nodded, returning to shadows in wait of being ordered once more. Stroking her hair softly he looked down at her, "You can learn my dear, you have eternity ahead of you..." he spoke softly as his fingers brushed over the clear marks he had given to her neck. If he had drained her anymore she would have died, lucky for her he was merciful for his bride. The undying hunger that welded inside his being was something he had to suppress for now; giving off so many to feed from to his 'children'. "I can arrange for your wardrobe or anything else that you could possibly wish for.." he spoke, bringing his hand through the back of her hair as he gazed down at her.

Is it his lusts--
----or his intentions?

Sexed Number of posts : 114 Age : 34 Registration date : 2008-08-06

"Your touch makes my skin crawl. I havce read stories on your kind and I did not drink any of your blood. That is part of all of the rituals. I am still human. Not wholly but still human." She muttered weakly as she wanted to run from him. His hand was in her hair and without a care, he could snap her neck like a twig. "I am tired and cold. I want to go home but that seems to be impossible. Take me to a room then so I can sleep." She sternly commanded but knew that may not work in her favor. She felt her head being tipped back and his gaze locking with her. "I only want my freedom from you. Do what you wish about my needs." Marguerite tried to break the gaze but it was no use.

What truly makes--
----a man cruel?

Listening to her, she was quite right about that aspect but he was in no mood of forcing it upon her just yet. He had simply wanted to mark her from the others so that they wouldn't take her on as their own. That had been his intension as he listened to her, watching her actions as she seemingly trembled from his touch. His mind shifted when he heard her asked for freedom. She would have it to some degree yes, as for a place to sleep he would give it to her- provided it was finished as he had commanded. Pulling her a bit closer he drew one of her wrists to his mouth. Pressing a weak kiss to the dried blood that sat clinging to her skin, ah yes that was how they had awoken him. With her blood- it was his time to do the same for her. "My dear..." he purred weakly as he pricked his fang into his own lip. "Only if you grace me with a kiss..." he spoke, filling a bit of his mouth with his own blood along with glazing his dead lips with his own blood. Only for her would he do such a thing, he wanted her to be his. Especially after what her blood had done for him; it meant to him that they where to be together until the end of time, to reign over all others.

Is it his lusts--
----or his intentions?

Sexed Number of posts : 114 Age : 34 Registration date : 2008-08-06

Marguerite saw his expression change for the moment. She nearly wanted to cry out. He pulled her closer to him and and tried to squirm out of his grasp. It was painful, his iron grip. He leaned down to her and wanted to kiss her. She shook her head and moved ehr face from him. If he thought o force her, it was going to be the end of her existance. He moved his mouth on hers and she puckered her lips shut. She felt his tongue urging her mouth open and groaned as his tongue slipped in and whatever was in his mouth. She gagged and was able to push herself out of his embrace and was forced to swallow some of the corosive liwuids that were in his mouth. Marguerite stumbled back to the altar and was panting. "What have you done to me?"

What truly makes--
----a man cruel?

Her expressions barely seemed to register with him. What was to be done, was done as she took in some of his fluids. His own tongue running over his lips as he eyed her. "I have done vant fate vishes" he spoke heavily in his accent to her. To a degree he wanted to teacher her now, even if she would resent him for what he had done, making her like him. What he had done to the other had been somewhat satisfying to him- he had been able to get into her mouth, a place he himself felt was somewhat sacred to a degree and he graced her with his own long rolling tongue. Eying her in her shock he kept his eyes on her, he could have easily slipped his blood in while she slept, but that wouldn't have been fair. "Come" he purred towards her, she was to live with him and he would show her her quarters.

Is it his lusts--
----or his intentions?

Sexed Number of posts : 114 Age : 34 Registration date : 2008-08-06

"You do not seem to care what fate wishes fromt he woman." She said from her place by the altar. You want me to be this perfect woman ad you are no even a man. What did you force me into?" Marguerite asked wanting to cry out in a ditstressed howl of anguish. There was nothing left in her except her free-will and even then it might have been altered. "I am not going anywhere willingly with you. You destroyed my life and I wish for you to burn." She did not care what was on the other side of the door. She swung it open and stormed out of the room.

What truly makes--
----a man cruel?

Burn? How nice, he shook off her words like water and followed. Watching as the one that brought him back to life was swiftly walking through the corridors before. Each looked like the same, the same furnishings and makeup which would make any more confused as they went on longer. He simply followed behind, a few servants seen for a split second or so before they disappeared, not wanting to be seen as they worked. "Where are you going?" he questioned after a moment, she was walking in a circle- it made him laugh inwardly a bit, but he was still wondering despite it.

Is it his lusts--
----or his intentions?

Sexed Number of posts : 114 Age : 34 Registration date : 2008-08-06

"I am going to get out of here and leave you to your twisted look on life." She turned down a hall and saw the servants fleeing from her rage and her follower's appearance. "What do you want from me. I am not going to be your wife so get that idea out of your head." She finally found a door. She swung it open and sunlight poured into the doorway. She raised her hands because the rays were so bright to her eyes.

What truly makes--
----a man cruel?

Following her without much remorse he watched as she found the front door and flung it open. "day isn't your time anymore" he said simply, she would have to learn on her own. At least he would allow her to feel the burn of the sun against her skin before he pulled her in to save his love. He didn't want her dieing so quickly on him, not a thing he wanted to see either as he stood in the darkness of the castle. "You won't last five minutes out in direct sunlight" he said a bit angrily, just as a warning, but it was indeed true. She was would be burned to death by the experience if he didn't save her.

Is it his lusts--
----or his intentions?

Sexed Number of posts : 114 Age : 34 Registration date : 2008-08-06

She thought the man was bluffing and she stepped into the light. The sun was hot on her skin, heated and blistering. She screamed out in pain but she was not going to go back to that place. Her knees buckled making her collapse in heap in the sun. She cried out in pain, in loss of her freedom. "Why me? I cannot be a demon." She sat there as the sun attacked her body. She hoped soon she would be at peace. The sun danced over her skin and she closed her eyes hoping for the oblivion she craved.

What truly makes--
----a man cruel?

"Did I not tell you?"he spoke to her like she was a fledgling like a simple child who had put their hand into a flame to test its effects after it had been told it would burn. Moving to her side, he scooped her up- shielding her with his own body as he walked back. Demonstrating that he could indeed stomach light better that any other. He pressed a kiss to her harmed body, not caring if she would fight him, in his opinion she was in no condition. "Rest" he demanded her as he closed the door to his castle behind him. The two back in eternal darkness as he walked her to her room; keeping his bride in his loving arms. Slowly he rested her on her bed, tucking her in- his eyes flickering her direction as he started for the door. "Simply rest" he ordered her as he locked the door behind him. Just like his room hers was dark with no windows inside.

Is it his lusts--
----or his intentions?

Sexed Number of posts : 114 Age : 34 Registration date : 2008-08-06

Marguerite felt like her skin was on fire and it was beyond painful. She wanted to scream out but for some reason she felt that this man was trying to soothe her. "Pain..." She groaned and muttered almost incoherently. He asked one thing of her, rest, and she closed her eyes. Her dreams were plagued with calming notions of bliss and sunshine. She was sitting in a field of wildflowers and smiling up at the sun. She was excited for the simple pleasure she received from the sun and then it burned her skin. The dream became a nightmare. She opened her eyes and saw the room was in fine dressing but no visitors. The mere movements were similar to one being sunburned. "I need something for the pain."

What truly makes--
----a man cruel?

With the other in pain a servant nearby appeared. It was the same man from before, eyes on this woman that the King wanted as his bride. "I can get you cream m'lady" he said simply- eyes on her. He was the only one close enough to his master that would be permitted even nearby her. Slowly he retreated, disappearing for a few seconds before returning with a large bowl sized with cream inside- the cream was a soft milk color and looked soothing to the eyes as it was to the skin. "Here" he said kneeling down. Well he had to be nice, otherwise he'd be killed.

Is it his lusts--
----or his intentions?

Sexed Number of posts : 114 Age : 34 Registration date : 2008-08-06

A man appeared as if it was commanded by her voice. The man who tried to scare her. "Are you here to intimidate me more or laugh at my misery. Your Lord has created me into some creature and I am not sure what I am going to do to leave him." She opened her eyes and saw he was holding a bowl of cream. "If it will make the pain stop then yes, feel free." She felt her eyes droop low again but she hissed when the cooling sensation fell over her skin. She was coated in the cream and she dismissed the man.

What truly makes--
----a man cruel?

Leon had indeed listened to her, but that had been it as he applied the cream and was dismissed. It would be nearly several hours after she had been placed in her chamber that anyone else would come to her. This time it had been a rather curious youngster, one who had been made by the master very shortly before he had been put to sleep. The blond haired beauty eyed her curiously as he whipped his hair from his face, he seemed normal enough, even childish as he hugged a teddy bear to his side. Ah yes he had been turned at the ripe age of ten and still seemed to refuse to accept that he was indeed years older. Even now the childish curiosity that only children had engulfed him to come near her. His large emerald eyes shinning.

Is it his lusts--
----or his intentions?

Sexed Number of posts : 114 Age : 34 Registration date : 2008-08-06

She opened her eyes to see a child in her room. A little boy no younger than ten years old. She was surprised and then appalled. "Did they send you in here to see if I am alive. I am hungry and sore and tired. Tell your Master if he wants to speak with me, he comes himself." She figured not to underestimate this little child. He probably was just as strong as his master and innocent enough to get away with anything.

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