The sound was haunting, alluring. It overruled her senses, driving her into some sweet perfection and causing her to crave it. It was dangerous, unknowing. And it seduced her. Her eyes opened, looking into light purple. Hypnotizing purple. A hand stroked her cheek lightly. The еще she stared, the еще she couldn't pull her gaze away.
“Glad Ты could Присоединиться me. I wouldn't want to be called a liar. Are Ты ready?”
She nodded, not looking away. He removed his hand from her cheek and helped her up. She kept her eyes on him as he lead her into a different room. He turned to her.
“Get dressed. He'll arrive soon.”
He left her alone and she stared where he had exited a few moments ago. She turned her head to look at the desired outfit. She slipped into it and adjusted a few pieces before he entered again.
“Perfect. Come with me.”
He took her hand once еще and lead her outside.
“Don't say a word, alright?”
She nodded, this time listening to his command. He seemed to smile and placed his lips on hers gently. Her eyes closed, partly from habit, partly because she was under his spell. He pulled away and she heard the sound of wings. Her eyes opened.
“You better not have just been Поцелуи her!”
She looked at him, forgetting about her trance for just an instant. Fang?! Seraphs laughed unkindly.
“What difference would it make bird-boy? She didn't do anything.”
“I can see you've placed some kind of spell on her, Seraphs! Release her. Now!”
She opened her mouth a little, wanting to speak. But the trance came back to her and she ignored her desire. There was nothing Devin could do but wait, watch, and try to get rid of her trance.
“What if I don't want to? She's quite the companion.”
Devin didn't know exactly what happened. All she saw Далее was a bleeding Seraphs and Fang holding a sword. It was obvious what had happened even though she hadn't seen it. Fang could Переместить faster than she had known.
And that one strike turned into a full on fight. Metal clashed and both moved with determination. Devin found she couldn't move, even as one of the swords came close to her. At some point, the weapons were forgotten. She couldn't tear her eyes away, but neither did she want to. She herself may not have been able to move, but with every blow Seraphs took, she was able to break free from his trance.
And she could Переместить other things. She kept watch on their every move, sometimes helping Fang out when his blows weren't as strong. Then, suddenly, Seraphs was gone. Fang came over to her, bloodied and breathing hard.
“Are Ты okay?” he asked.
She nodded and was able to move.
“I'm sorry,” she whispered.
He pulled her into a tight hug, ignoring her words. He pulled away enough to Kiss her and then pulled her close again.
“I got Ты back. That's all that matters.”
“Glad Ты could Присоединиться me. I wouldn't want to be called a liar. Are Ты ready?”
She nodded, not looking away. He removed his hand from her cheek and helped her up. She kept her eyes on him as he lead her into a different room. He turned to her.
“Get dressed. He'll arrive soon.”
He left her alone and she stared where he had exited a few moments ago. She turned her head to look at the desired outfit. She slipped into it and adjusted a few pieces before he entered again.
“Perfect. Come with me.”
He took her hand once еще and lead her outside.
“Don't say a word, alright?”
She nodded, this time listening to his command. He seemed to smile and placed his lips on hers gently. Her eyes closed, partly from habit, partly because she was under his spell. He pulled away and she heard the sound of wings. Her eyes opened.
“You better not have just been Поцелуи her!”
She looked at him, forgetting about her trance for just an instant. Fang?! Seraphs laughed unkindly.
“What difference would it make bird-boy? She didn't do anything.”
“I can see you've placed some kind of spell on her, Seraphs! Release her. Now!”
She opened her mouth a little, wanting to speak. But the trance came back to her and she ignored her desire. There was nothing Devin could do but wait, watch, and try to get rid of her trance.
“What if I don't want to? She's quite the companion.”
Devin didn't know exactly what happened. All she saw Далее was a bleeding Seraphs and Fang holding a sword. It was obvious what had happened even though she hadn't seen it. Fang could Переместить faster than she had known.
And that one strike turned into a full on fight. Metal clashed and both moved with determination. Devin found she couldn't move, even as one of the swords came close to her. At some point, the weapons were forgotten. She couldn't tear her eyes away, but neither did she want to. She herself may not have been able to move, but with every blow Seraphs took, she was able to break free from his trance.
And she could Переместить other things. She kept watch on their every move, sometimes helping Fang out when his blows weren't as strong. Then, suddenly, Seraphs was gone. Fang came over to her, bloodied and breathing hard.
“Are Ты okay?” he asked.
She nodded and was able to move.
“I'm sorry,” she whispered.
He pulled her into a tight hug, ignoring her words. He pulled away enough to Kiss her and then pulled her close again.
“I got Ты back. That's all that matters.”
Alias: Mim (M-im)
Occupation: Child
Powers: all elements, Flight
History:Irene was born the daughter of Devin and Fang Adams. She was raised in her home, with her siblings. Her days were spent lazily, being her daddy’s little girl, until she turned seven. When she turned seven, she killed her oldest sibling, Jon, in a freak accident with her newly found powers. Since then, she has lived in rivalry with her siblings for her father’s attention, which she believes is the only thing keeping her with the family.
Notes: Irene was born with naturally purple hair, something that was different from her siblings. She is the only one to inherit her mother’s power over elements.
This is a short guide to the youngest child in the Adams' family. She will have a longer one for when she's older.
Nickname: Lance
Occupation: Knight
Ethnicity: Romanian
Race: Vampire
Story: Lance was born into an aristocratic family. He was raised in the royal court and befriended the young prince he was charged to protect. When tragedy struck, he brought the prince to safety. He took care of him for years until the prince grew into a man. He is now among those loyal to him and is a trusted friend.
Facts: Lance is by nature very bookish. He prefers words to fists even though he is trained in several different form of self defense and sword play. He is very close to his old charge now friend. He often finds himself caring for him when no one else will. The two share a close bond and he’d give his life for his friend.