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muserevival2014-03-02 03:28 pm
intheairtonight) wrote in muserevival2014-03-02 03:28 pm
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Quote of the Day 052.
“Life contains but two tragedies. One is not to get your heart's desire; the other is to get it.”
- George Bernard Shaw
contains triggery, supernatural themes
There was no reason for Trystan to think tonight would be any different to any other night he visited his brother at his almost palace-like estate in Westchester. Trystan had his own expensive penthouse bachelor pad in the Upper East Side, but he was a regular presence at his brother's place. Though lately, he had been making himself scarce because he didn't want to run into Skye. He didn't know what the hell was going on with his senses, but whenever she had been in the same room with him, he kept feeling like he was on the cusp of losing total control. He could block it for a short while, but anything longer, and he actually began to get quite aggressive. He had put it down to the fact she was his brother's Vessel. With Greg as his Sire, maybe he just desired to feed from her too, but that wouldn't fucking work. There was no way in fucking hell a Vessel could sustain three Kindred with fresh blood.
He also wouldn't admit to anyone that he was jealous that she was Greg's Vessel. Maybe that was just him falling back to his old ways and the echoed urge to have what Greg had still being there. Sure, it didn't make sense, because when he had been human, it was drug addiction and mental illness that made him a really nasty prick on many levels. All that vanished when he had been Embraced, because you don't bring mortal ailments with you when you turn. Maybe it didn't make sense, but it was the only sense he could come up with. That, and the fact that she was exactly to his taste. As a Ventrue, his isolated taste was for people with high sex drive and affinity for sexual adventure. That was Skye to a tee. She loved sex, she was definitely adventurous, and she was the author of a series of books about people pushing the sexual envelope and their experiences with various kinks.
But... and it was a hell of a fucking 'but', she was Greg and Xavier's Vessel, so whatever it was his senses were trying to tell him, she was an epic no-go zone and his only recourse was to block her. He hadn't talked to anyone about it, and he certainly wasn't going to discuss it with Greg after the mess with trying to fuck Xavier to pissed Greg off, which was what let to his overdose and death, which Greg had a split second to pull him from into Embrace. No one really wanted to to talk about that horrible time. Least of all Trystan.
So, he came to the manor to hang out with Greg. Greg would be here somewhere, Xavier having a meeting with his team of Toreador he had as sort of a support network to his Primogen duties. It wasn't a tool every Primogen used, but Xavier knew he was very ancient as to Kindred years and his team consisted of Toreador of various ages to help him ensure he kept his finger on the (proverbial) pulse of their Clan in New York. Trystan shrugged out of his coat and let the butler dude take it from him without even really thinking about it. There were many staff that worked here at the manor, a lot of whom were humans and Vessels for the Kindred who frequented the place. Most Kindred respected the place humans held in their world of The Masquerade. Without them, survival would be near impossible.
It was when he got to the bottom of the sprawling staircase that he had pause, foot only making it to the bottom step. She was here. As soon as that realisation dawned on him, there was Skye, appearing at the top of the stairs and raking her long blonde hair down with one hand and making sure her skirt was smooth with the other. Control had been easy in the past, but this time, Trystan sensed another on her. Another that wasn't Greg or Xavier, and another that fed from her, been inside her, had been all over her. There was no time to block, no time to try to seize a tiny sliver of control to deal with this. He went from calm to frenzy in a snap, and with his lightning-fast Kindred speed, he shot up the long staircase and pounced on her at the top. He knocked her to the floor and the attack probably terrified her, but gone was his control. In a frenzy, Kindred were pure animal... and many would argue, pure monster.
He wanted her. He wanted to consume her, claim her, Embrace her. His hunger was searing through him and his fangs were bared, eyes so silver they seemed to glow and his strength completely overpowered her.He could kill her on the spot, even if that was never his attention. He just wanted to devour her and never let her go. She was screaming and struggled under his dominating hold, but it just seemed to flare his hunger up tenfold. He bit down on her throat, fangs sinking deep into her jugular and her blood flooded his mouth, igniting his desire even more. He drank hard and fast, no linger human notion within him to rationalise that she had just been fed from and this was severely dangerous.
Trystan was unhearing to his brother's shout coming up behind him. Normally, a Sire would have the best chance of overpowering their childer than anyone else... but not when there was a stronger connection happening here right before him. That was when Greg made a vital error. He tried to pull Trystan off Skye to prevent him from killing her... or even Embracing her in the intense frenzy he had snapped into. A tiny, lingering echo of the old rivalry between brothers must have been triggered, and Trystan did pull away from Skye, but only to turn on Greg and attack him. Skye was unconscious, drained, and lying in a bloodied mess at the top of the stairs, and now Trystan had his brother pinned against the bannister, claws sinking deeply into Greg's shoulder and slicing four equal gashes down over his chest. It was a miracle Trystan didn't take his head off. He had been in frenzies, most of which had been in the wake of his Embrace when, being Embraced high and under the hold of a mental illness, he had struggled to adjust to being Kindred. But this was definitely the worse he had ever been in, and all best of a connection to the unconscious woman at their feet that he had been denying for far too long.
On the opposite side of the manor, Xavier's blood bond with his mate alerted him to the fact Greg was in dire danger, and if he hadn't intervened, both Greg and Skye would have been killed. It would have been an horrific tragedy none of them would have survived from. Being older, stronger, and more powerful, Xavier only just managed to overpower the frenzied Ventrue and with help from his Toreador committee, managed to at least prevent any death, though Skye's was hanging desperately in the balance and the only way Trystan could be just an ounce calmed was to be let to hold her hand.
Nursing his injured and bleeding mate in his arms on the stairs, Xav just watched on while his staff and friends took over, calling an ambulance for Skye. Xavier didn't know how the fuck this could be happening right now on top of everything else, but he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he could no longer handle this on his own and they had a really, really big dilemma on their hands now that he wasn't sure how to even begin to rectify. None of which would be relevant if Skye succumbed to the blood loss and passed... or worse, brush so close to death Trystan ultimately Embraced her.
- trystan kent -
kindred: the embraced oc
( all muses used and referenced here with permission )
- George Bernard Shaw
There was no reason for Trystan to think tonight would be any different to any other night he visited his brother at his almost palace-like estate in Westchester. Trystan had his own expensive penthouse bachelor pad in the Upper East Side, but he was a regular presence at his brother's place. Though lately, he had been making himself scarce because he didn't want to run into Skye. He didn't know what the hell was going on with his senses, but whenever she had been in the same room with him, he kept feeling like he was on the cusp of losing total control. He could block it for a short while, but anything longer, and he actually began to get quite aggressive. He had put it down to the fact she was his brother's Vessel. With Greg as his Sire, maybe he just desired to feed from her too, but that wouldn't fucking work. There was no way in fucking hell a Vessel could sustain three Kindred with fresh blood.
He also wouldn't admit to anyone that he was jealous that she was Greg's Vessel. Maybe that was just him falling back to his old ways and the echoed urge to have what Greg had still being there. Sure, it didn't make sense, because when he had been human, it was drug addiction and mental illness that made him a really nasty prick on many levels. All that vanished when he had been Embraced, because you don't bring mortal ailments with you when you turn. Maybe it didn't make sense, but it was the only sense he could come up with. That, and the fact that she was exactly to his taste. As a Ventrue, his isolated taste was for people with high sex drive and affinity for sexual adventure. That was Skye to a tee. She loved sex, she was definitely adventurous, and she was the author of a series of books about people pushing the sexual envelope and their experiences with various kinks.
But... and it was a hell of a fucking 'but', she was Greg and Xavier's Vessel, so whatever it was his senses were trying to tell him, she was an epic no-go zone and his only recourse was to block her. He hadn't talked to anyone about it, and he certainly wasn't going to discuss it with Greg after the mess with trying to fuck Xavier to pissed Greg off, which was what let to his overdose and death, which Greg had a split second to pull him from into Embrace. No one really wanted to to talk about that horrible time. Least of all Trystan.
So, he came to the manor to hang out with Greg. Greg would be here somewhere, Xavier having a meeting with his team of Toreador he had as sort of a support network to his Primogen duties. It wasn't a tool every Primogen used, but Xavier knew he was very ancient as to Kindred years and his team consisted of Toreador of various ages to help him ensure he kept his finger on the (proverbial) pulse of their Clan in New York. Trystan shrugged out of his coat and let the butler dude take it from him without even really thinking about it. There were many staff that worked here at the manor, a lot of whom were humans and Vessels for the Kindred who frequented the place. Most Kindred respected the place humans held in their world of The Masquerade. Without them, survival would be near impossible.
It was when he got to the bottom of the sprawling staircase that he had pause, foot only making it to the bottom step. She was here. As soon as that realisation dawned on him, there was Skye, appearing at the top of the stairs and raking her long blonde hair down with one hand and making sure her skirt was smooth with the other. Control had been easy in the past, but this time, Trystan sensed another on her. Another that wasn't Greg or Xavier, and another that fed from her, been inside her, had been all over her. There was no time to block, no time to try to seize a tiny sliver of control to deal with this. He went from calm to frenzy in a snap, and with his lightning-fast Kindred speed, he shot up the long staircase and pounced on her at the top. He knocked her to the floor and the attack probably terrified her, but gone was his control. In a frenzy, Kindred were pure animal... and many would argue, pure monster.
He wanted her. He wanted to consume her, claim her, Embrace her. His hunger was searing through him and his fangs were bared, eyes so silver they seemed to glow and his strength completely overpowered her.He could kill her on the spot, even if that was never his attention. He just wanted to devour her and never let her go. She was screaming and struggled under his dominating hold, but it just seemed to flare his hunger up tenfold. He bit down on her throat, fangs sinking deep into her jugular and her blood flooded his mouth, igniting his desire even more. He drank hard and fast, no linger human notion within him to rationalise that she had just been fed from and this was severely dangerous.
Trystan was unhearing to his brother's shout coming up behind him. Normally, a Sire would have the best chance of overpowering their childer than anyone else... but not when there was a stronger connection happening here right before him. That was when Greg made a vital error. He tried to pull Trystan off Skye to prevent him from killing her... or even Embracing her in the intense frenzy he had snapped into. A tiny, lingering echo of the old rivalry between brothers must have been triggered, and Trystan did pull away from Skye, but only to turn on Greg and attack him. Skye was unconscious, drained, and lying in a bloodied mess at the top of the stairs, and now Trystan had his brother pinned against the bannister, claws sinking deeply into Greg's shoulder and slicing four equal gashes down over his chest. It was a miracle Trystan didn't take his head off. He had been in frenzies, most of which had been in the wake of his Embrace when, being Embraced high and under the hold of a mental illness, he had struggled to adjust to being Kindred. But this was definitely the worse he had ever been in, and all best of a connection to the unconscious woman at their feet that he had been denying for far too long.
On the opposite side of the manor, Xavier's blood bond with his mate alerted him to the fact Greg was in dire danger, and if he hadn't intervened, both Greg and Skye would have been killed. It would have been an horrific tragedy none of them would have survived from. Being older, stronger, and more powerful, Xavier only just managed to overpower the frenzied Ventrue and with help from his Toreador committee, managed to at least prevent any death, though Skye's was hanging desperately in the balance and the only way Trystan could be just an ounce calmed was to be let to hold her hand.
Nursing his injured and bleeding mate in his arms on the stairs, Xav just watched on while his staff and friends took over, calling an ambulance for Skye. Xavier didn't know how the fuck this could be happening right now on top of everything else, but he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he could no longer handle this on his own and they had a really, really big dilemma on their hands now that he wasn't sure how to even begin to rectify. None of which would be relevant if Skye succumbed to the blood loss and passed... or worse, brush so close to death Trystan ultimately Embraced her.
kindred: the embraced oc
( all muses used and referenced here with permission )