Dark Encounters -open-

[MADELEINE ROSE ARMSTRONG]

The darkness had already fallen over Stafford England. Mounting her horse, Starlight had made a sound feeling her owner climb upon her back. There was no saddle. Madeleine continued to kick the sides of her horse, gently and ride off into the darkness. Riding through the town and out into the black forest she wanted to be alone for a moment. Unsure of if she wanted to go back or not. But she just needed some air.

As she arrived out into the black forest, she patted the horse's neck. Madeleine and took a breather for a moment and she looked about her surroundings. A few things were out and a bout. Smiling softly, Madeleine dismounted her horse and tied her rains around a tree. "I'll be back as soon as I can " she said softly to her horse.

Walking around in her boots and her black frock she looked around her surroundings. Hoping no one was out here. Madeleine sighed and sat at a rock for a moment and looked at the stars. It was a good night to at least do something normal for once. Madeleine needed a break. Then suddenly she thought she saw something. "Whose there?" she called in a nervous voice. When nothing replied she continued to stare back at the lovely starry sky. and wondered about a few things.

[LUCIUS DAVID SALISBURY.]

LUCIUS SALISBURY

A finely built gentleman was standing in his nearly knee high riding boots by a placid stream. He was exquisitely dressed for the time; money displayed with such levity it was almost sickening. But that was how the gentleman, Lucius, was; showing off his beyond generous amounts of monetary materials at any point in time. But really, what did you expect of a powerful figure? Even such a question as that leads to another, though. How did a man with such youth become so powerful in an old county? Lucius would claim that to be a secret of grandeur and he only indulges to tell the secrets of others. Not his own. In the afternoon light, silver spurs at his heels glittered with every movement of the young male. Pale cream riding pants masked the lower half of his scandalously handsome frame while a gray, light blue, and black plaid vest clung to his torso beneath the ebony jacket. Black gloves protected his strongly veined hands from whatever he may encounter out in the countryside. On top of his skull, a black hat crowned him. Gold collar studs, cuff links, and buttons accented the entire outfit into visual perfection.

Beside the average sized male was a chocolate and obsidian hued equine stud. The steed, George, was clearly of some of the finest linage but that did not mean that he was perfect. Lucius had always favored the title George because King George was his most favorite ruler up until this point and so he named his favorite mount after the late king. How he has lived long enough to see King George rule is another matter. George, a majestically crafted horse-fellow, had been Lucius' companion for six years now. The bay charger was of two origins, Yorkshire carriage stud and a good old English Thoroughbred dam. George was only distinguishable by a faint scar running down his right shoulder from an accident in the field. Lucius made sure that George was taken care of and in the most pristine condition possible. George's tack was the finest leather available with the Salisbury crest nailed into the durable material.

The pair had paused by the stream to rest from their midday hack. The braided leather was held in the gentleman's gloved right hand as his friend drank from the cool water source. It was quite a bit colder than it was in recent months but the man had dressed for the weather and he had allowed his steed's own coat to lengthen accordingly. He didn't allow his companion steed to drink the icy liquid for very long for fear of him getting an internal chill out here. "Let us continue on our way, George, and find ourselves an adventure to brighten the winter gloom." He spoke in quiet and hushed tones to the animal before swinging up into the leather saddle lightly. For a solid man, he moved with a grace that even a woman could not maintain. It was nearly unnatural, perhaps even supernatural. But only fools believed in supernatural things, of course, if you didn't include vampires and werewolves into that category. The young gent cued his steed into an easy, naturally animated three beat. It had yet to snow and sincerely freeze over here in England but the colder temperatures were looming in the night now. With a self set crown, he allowed George to work unhindered by his inquiries. The only gestures in their silent conversation was a shift of the gent's weight and a mere adjustment of posture. By no means were they blazing a new trail for the race horses to challenge though. They were simply two friends out for a January joust of leisurely pleasures.

The pair traveled a fair distance throughout the countryside during the day. By evening, he turned George to head to Harlem Estate, home. The magnificent bay beast was familiar with the paths of which he and his riding companion traveled to go home and naturally, his strides were much faster but no more than by a moment's notice. An expulsion of unneeded oxygen left his lips, the element spiraling upwards visibly in a plume. On the return trek, his nasal passages received an intriguing essence. His senses temporarily overwhelmed him as the nerves in his oral cavity throbbed with want for a warm crimson liquid. A mortal was not far from his presence and more than anything, she was alive and he could faintly pick out the scent of her blood, coursing through her delicate veins. A devilish smirk pulled at Lucius' chilled lips before he pulled George up to a halt. He nimbly leaped off of his steed's saddled spine and tied the leathers in a figure eight so they wouldn't be caught up in his hooves and he was free to come and go. Yes, George was free to run off if he chose to. Lucius felt that, even though George was one of the finest riding mounts in Staffordshire, the stud should be able to move on his own. Away from danger, if necessary.

He allowed himself to pat the beast's muscled shoulder before he silently stalked off into the darkness. Pale sapphire eyes peered into the shadows, shapes making their appearances slowly as he neared them. The waning moon cast an ethereal light source over everything and it was somewhat of a help to his better than average eyesight. He followed the faint aroma of perfume until he came upon a golden haired girl. She couldn't have been very old. A pleased smile tugged at his features again before he dashed off, without as much of a trail other than swaying branches, concealing himself in the shadows. He stood still for several moments, conjuring his ability of creating and controlling fog, the thick ivory mist clinging to the ground. The element seemed to bubble up out of the ground. Massive plumes stretched long alabaster fingers out over the landscape, swirling around the girl on the rock thickly. The brothel headmaster then stepped out of the darkness and into the clearing where the girl was resting on the stone. It is not safe for ladies to be unprotected at night. He drawled, pale sapphire orbs flickering over her features discreetly. What he was looking for would never be known.



character | lucius david salisbury.
character mood | stalking mode, a bit hungry, and curious.
author | fang.
author's muse | decent.
author's music | black moon dance - enya.
author's word count | one thousand and forty-eight.
author's notes | partially recycled.

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[MADELEINE ROSE ARMSTRONG]

Madeleine looked out at the view from where she was. It was a beautiful night, and she felt the wind go between her legs, and and she couldn't help but smile. It was a lovely feeling. The wind was very light and it felt night. A sigh escaped from her, Madeleine, looked around and saw her horse, still grazing. Starlight was a good horse. She loved her very much. Then she looked back up stars, there were so many. Madeleine's hair was up tight but it begun to give her a headache, so she took it out and it fell neatly upon her back. Then started to blow in the wind. Finally one normal night of peace. No one following her trying to rape her or anything like that. Since she was a whore and a witch all in one, she wanted to be alone for once. It was a nice change for once. Madeleine liked being on her own.

Getting up from the rock she wanted to see what was beyond the cliff. Moving towards a tree she placed her hand to the tree, and looked over. It was a long way down but she didn't mind. Then she stepped back and sat back on the rock. Madeleine fixed her black knee heigh boots and she looked around her surroundings. Thinking she heard something. Then she looked back at her shoes, and fixed them. Thens he fixed her belt that was tight around her waist on her dress. Madeleine sighed softly and just enjoyed the wind going through her hair. Madeleine loved it. "Starlight" she called softly. The horse looked up and trotted over to her. Madeleine loved her horse. Once he was near her, she patted his neck softly. Madeleine loved him very much. He snorted lightly and she just let out a little laugh and just patted his nose lightly again. Madeleine looked around and then tied up her horse near her. Tying the rains around the tree, Starlight just stood there and went back to grazing. Madeleine just watched her with a soft smile then looked back at the view. Her hair blew lightly in the wind and she just thought of a few things. Perhaps she should practice her magic. but she didn't want to.

Her eyes scanned the area, for she kept hearing things. Knowing it could just be Mother Nature, taking her corse, but she decided to let it be. To remain calm and relaxed. Madeleine had been nervous ever since that night when someone tried to rape her. He was handsome for that matter, but Madeleine didn't like the fact that he tried to rape her. Shaking her head she tried to get that image out of her mind. Then she placed her head in her hands. A sigh escaped her and she felt Starlight nudge her. A smile was upon her face and she looked at her horse. Madeleine just looked at her, and the horse went back to grazing. Then she went back to the view of the trees and such. It was all very beautiful. Clouds came and blocked the moon, and it was just the darkness around her. Madeleine didn't mind it at all. For she kind of liked the darkness. It was piece full and relaxing.

Moonlight then peered through the clouds. Madeleine smiled and looked around her surroundings once more. She felt like she was being watched by someone but she didn't see anything." Anyone there? " she called in a nervous voice for a moment. No answer. Madeleine then turned back to the view she was looking at. Just then she heard a males voice. With her back turned still she responded " I don't need anyone to protect me out here in the night...there is nothing out here that can harm me!" she told him. Still not facing him to see who the man was. Madeleine of course, lied she knew that there were things out here in this kind of forest that could harm her, but she can defend for herself. Without being protected by anyone.

[LUCIUS DAVID SALISBURY.]

LUCIUS SALISBURY

Lucius stood with complete ease in the potentially fatal forest. There was hardly anything here for him to fear, as it was. Vampires? He had that covered because he was one. Kind of hard to be afraid of the fanged evil anyway. It was all a big cliche` to the bordello owner. Werewolves. Big puff balls of bloody joy. Over sized sick puppies. Ooooh scary. He was shaking in his boots I tell you! If only. He thought in amusement. And those witches...well they were just damnable to hell because hey, they practiced magic and last he checked that wasn't very nice. Although, those little gypsy girls were usually the most outrageously beautiful women around. Must be something in their liquor---oh I mean tea! He mused, his mood being rather jocular despite the fact that he could rip this poor maiden to shreds with nothing more than a twitch of a muscle. Some might look at Lucius and say that he could never do such a thing. They aren't aware of what they are missing, then. He was fully capable of slaughtering someone without remorse. Remorse was overrated, in his opinion. Kind of like those corrupted angels..such a lie. A nice, sexual lie. But a lie.

His thoughts were crowding his train of thought. Not that there was much of one other than to scare the living daylights out of her. Although he could use a good easy whore at the bordello and the forest wasn't normally his usual pick up but you deal with what you're dealt around here. Pale azure eyes flickered toward the maiden who was facing away from him. He watched her every move even if it seemed as if he wasn't watching. He knew. Benefit of being a vampire, of course. A coy smile tugged at the corners of his lips at her words, " I don't need anyone to protect me out here in the night...there is nothing out here that can harm me!" Did she really think he was that much of an imbecile? A Cambridge graduate, a survivor of a century and thirty-three years, an intelligent vampire---does that scream stolidness to you? For most, it does not. But women are not always known to be incredibly brilliant by any means. The best example? This maiden who thought lying to him was a good idea. The last person who lied to him wound up with their body drained of blood and then they were laid to rest in an watery grave. The details of that "mysterious disappearance" have yet to be unraveled to anyone. "How foolish you are. To think that I am stolid enough to be blind by your pathetic lies. Perhaps your lips would be better at something else than forming words." He mused out loud to her, not at all shy of being as blunt as possible. Out here, there were no witnesses. It did not matter what he did and did not do. Hell, I could lop her head off and serve it on a silver platter for the governor and be innocent.


character | lucius david salisbury.
character mood | dangerously smooth.
author | fang.
author's muse | not there at all.
author's music | call that a comeback - you me at six.
author's word count | five hundred and five.
author's notes | i'm not going to lie dearest, your posts don't provoke muse for me which is why it's taken longer to post.

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[MADELEINE ROSE ARMSTRONG]

Madeleine remained where she was. Not moving from her spot. The young witch looked around her surroundings. Her horse was grazing right beside her on the dirt and the grass that was near them. Sitting upon the the log, she looked over at the man still who was staring at her. That was beginning to look a bit creepy. But as he stared at her, she stared right back. Crickets were around them, keeping the silence not be silent and filling the air with their lovely music. Madeleine studied him. He looked oddly familiar, but she didn't know where he could be from nor did she know where she could have seen him. The air was filled with the chirping of the crickets and many other animal noises that might be out there with them.

After she had spoken to him she stood up. Fixing her dress she looked around her surroundings once more. Her head tilted to the left for a moment just still studying him for a bit. He was quite handsome and she didn't want anything to do with him at the moment that is. Her eyes narrowed just a bit unsure of what else to say at this point. The wind came and brushed off her hair, and now it was fully on her back. Her blonde hair, she looked around again and then back at him. Hearing her horse make a noise she looked over at him. He was alright then she looked back at the man again.

Scoffing lightly at the man's words she just simply continued to have her arms folded. "What are you talking about sir. That I can form something more than words?" she asked curiously looking upon with a glare that could possibly kill people. Madeleine wasn't in the mood for this man at the moment. All she really wanted to do was be alone for once!