Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2017 22:26:18 GMT -7
Ability oneshot for @evie - Warning: Some may find the imagery disturbing.
It was glorious delirium. A frenzied state of ecstasy and torment that could only have been from the dread father... the Void. It is why the name is both dread and father: there is hunger, and the life that follows is not easy, but there is also peace and a peculiar freedom to living as living dead.
That is why she stayed. That is why she endured three nights of her jugular being broken through and gorged upon by her forebear, a slightly older vampire by the name of Julius Rivia. Three nights of clinging desperately to consciousness while drinking desperately from the thrice-anew gash that was made across dearest Jules' chest.
For the next day, Evie convulsed for hours and hours on the old hardwood floor of their meeting place. The site had been an old Victorian mansion built in the middle of nowhere, and it came with all of the expected "comforts". Her body wracking with starvation, Evie retched up not only Jules' blood, but her own as well. Her only hope came from her newfound faith in the Dread Father... the Void eternal and all consuming. In that fog state, she sought the Void, and -it seemed- the Void sought her also, as she survived to the next night. She remained a weak, pathetic thrall.
During the second night, it was anything and everything to keep her heart going, her veins coursing, her survival instinct on edge. Pain... Pleasure; though never when she might expect it. Unspeakable things. The second day was spent writhing in growing pains, naked and alone on that cold, wood floor. They had taken her clothes so that she did not accidentally suffocate. Evie's hunger grew in step. Evie's arms, jaw, legs, back, along with every joint in her hands ached as they changed and adjusted. Still, Evie held on to hope.
Finally came the third and final night. After Jules had gorged himself upon her and split open the skin of his chest as a willing vessel for Evie to drink from, Evie's hunger evolved into the full bloodlust as she drank her final communion. Her fangs had developed fully from her former canines. She had grown a taller, her skin had turned ashen pale, and her eyes had taken on a deep crimson hue. New clothes were given to her and she was pronounced a full vampire by her new family.
Before Evie was brought a muggle thrall - a young woman in her 20's, prepared specially for her for this night. Without hesitation, Evie sank her teeth deeply into the young woman's neck and drank her fill, nearly sucking the woman's arteries dry. The woman would not survive, but Evie was born anew - a child of the Void Beyond... a child of the Dread Father.
It was glorious delirium. A frenzied state of ecstasy and torment that could only have been from the dread father... the Void. It is why the name is both dread and father: there is hunger, and the life that follows is not easy, but there is also peace and a peculiar freedom to living as living dead.
That is why she stayed. That is why she endured three nights of her jugular being broken through and gorged upon by her forebear, a slightly older vampire by the name of Julius Rivia. Three nights of clinging desperately to consciousness while drinking desperately from the thrice-anew gash that was made across dearest Jules' chest.
For the next day, Evie convulsed for hours and hours on the old hardwood floor of their meeting place. The site had been an old Victorian mansion built in the middle of nowhere, and it came with all of the expected "comforts". Her body wracking with starvation, Evie retched up not only Jules' blood, but her own as well. Her only hope came from her newfound faith in the Dread Father... the Void eternal and all consuming. In that fog state, she sought the Void, and -it seemed- the Void sought her also, as she survived to the next night. She remained a weak, pathetic thrall.
During the second night, it was anything and everything to keep her heart going, her veins coursing, her survival instinct on edge. Pain... Pleasure; though never when she might expect it. Unspeakable things. The second day was spent writhing in growing pains, naked and alone on that cold, wood floor. They had taken her clothes so that she did not accidentally suffocate. Evie's hunger grew in step. Evie's arms, jaw, legs, back, along with every joint in her hands ached as they changed and adjusted. Still, Evie held on to hope.
Finally came the third and final night. After Jules had gorged himself upon her and split open the skin of his chest as a willing vessel for Evie to drink from, Evie's hunger evolved into the full bloodlust as she drank her final communion. Her fangs had developed fully from her former canines. She had grown a taller, her skin had turned ashen pale, and her eyes had taken on a deep crimson hue. New clothes were given to her and she was pronounced a full vampire by her new family.
Before Evie was brought a muggle thrall - a young woman in her 20's, prepared specially for her for this night. Without hesitation, Evie sank her teeth deeply into the young woman's neck and drank her fill, nearly sucking the woman's arteries dry. The woman would not survive, but Evie was born anew - a child of the Void Beyond... a child of the Dread Father.
