Ambrosia

“No,” came his short reply, as he drank from his glass, downing the wine as though it was water, his fingers brushed lightly against Cadmus’s when he took it. He had nearly complied to his wishes, but had controlled himself from doing so, as Eclipse pushes Cadmus away before wearing his silk robe.

Lures of Temptation

Cadmus could smell the heavy scent of alcohol on his breath, and knew that Eclipse was drunk, or perhaps that was an understatement – tipsy. Trailing cold fingers down his neck, the spot where he knew his fangs had pierced before. “Let me join you,” he murmured into his ear, but he made no move yet, burying his nose into his lightly fragrant dark hair, running his fingers through the silkiness.

Grip of Temptation, Part II

It seemed like Cadmus had no control over any of his actions. He ignored that he had brushed away his hand, and proceeded to half-straddle him on the recliner, his cold breath breathing against his neck. The scent of him was intoxicating – dark, musky, tantalising… yet with a hint of sweetness, he wanted to taste it so much. Cadmus’s eyes glazed over as his senses were filled with his intoxicating scent, the luscious heartbeat, and all he could think was of tasting the blood, the elixir of life that ran through his veins.

Grip of Temptation, Part I

Cadmus:

Cadmus had risen early, near dusk, the sky still purple. After having his customary feeding he went over to his mortal friend’s house, and tried to elicit the address from her, finally getting it. It was almost too easy to win her over with his charms. He murmured a word of thanks to her and made his way over to the place, knowing it would seem a surprising move on his part, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t often that demons sought out other demons.

The Wandering Mind

“A far away place, it is. The Royal Library of Alexandria, such a nostalgic memory, though I am not the only odd one here.” He almost whispered softly, reminising the past. However, he brush it off to look up into the sky, he knows that he had seen better, but this is how much the human race did not appreciate the simplest of things and choose to take pleasure in other various mundane things that they had created into their life.

The Eventful Meeting

Eclipse:

He had travelled by the human means of a carriage to London from his Winter House near the valleys. He for one had gained wealth, power, fame that most humans or anyone else could ever dream of. Now, evening has befallen upon the town of London – the Season has just begun, and he was already bored as he travelled, by carriage, occasionally looking out of the window as the humans hustled past with excitement.

Immortal Artist

The only thing that kept him alive, burning fervently throughout his whole long life on Earth would be the insatiable desire to keep everything he deemed beautiful that he saw with his vampiric eye, and transcend it on canvas. Immortalise what he saw and keep the image forever, so that even if the time came that he were to pass on, mortals would discover the scenes and people of the past and are able to learn from it.

The Ice Prince

Laying languidly upon the recliner sofa in the sitting room, the light emitting from the fire place bounced off the glass of brandy to cast a light path upon his skin. His eyes watches the fire dancing in the fireplace, casting a glow upon him making him look mysterious.