ROLEPLAY HQ - red-eye-lady

You would think infiltration would have been harder than this...The surrounding sight of the halls was nothing to scoff at, despite no doubt our hero's mind being occupied. This was too easy, far too easy. Bejeweled walls with expensive yet somehow subtle wallpaper pastered under gold trim wrapped around him. The trim frame every wall and section out segments for the large painting which hang on the walls, the colour of brass frames sticking lavishly out from the dark walls. The floor was marbled, freshly done, scratchless. A long clean carpet lead the way up to a set of grand stairs. Even the carpet have the muted tones of a floral patern stritched into its fibers. Good coin was wasted all on this lonely home. As for all of its luxurious interior, there were not a soul in sight. No guard had stood watch at the enterence, no crier had given away our hero's location. The iron gate was up when he had gotten here, the front reinforced doors ajar already. And as if to add to his suspensions, inside the rocky solitary walls, there was no sound. Not a peep, not a squeek from a rodent or a breath from a mortal in her halls. If this didn't cry vampire I don't know what does. Though something that did toss a cog in that though was the lit sconces lining the enterence hall.

10:17 AM

. It was almost peaceful in the cold hall, The empty carpeted stairs calling the hero's name. Speaking of, said stairs lead up to the upper level, at the end of the raised steps being an enormous double door. The further way up now forgotten, the staircase fanned out each side of the doors side pushed into irrelavence. The welcoming arch of the door frame called for him. That call being carried as the soft mutterings which crept under the crack of the enterence. The manicured doors wait, plated with shimmering gold against oak The handles of each door shined and begging to be used

The lady of the castle sat behind the closed doors. Her body hoisted back on the cushioned seat with her leg crossed over one another. Her hand on her cheek, a pout on her lips. Her barren main hall housing a throne for her and her alone to sit in. Behind her, the oversized back of the solid gold throne shielded her from the blazing fireplace at the back wall. The structure casting warmth and light into the otherwise dark room, all the blinds being drawn. An air of bitterness danced around the women. The beautiful timeless women at that. Despite her displeased expression. Her cheeks were reddened, her eyes painted with maroon and blacks. Her lips a slightly lighter shade of crimson. Her hands pale and perfect. Not a bruise or blemish on her skin. She wore a skin-tight dress, only flaring in overpriced fabrics at the legs, givign hef the ilkusion of a fairtale merfolk, the main body of her scandalous gown being black with agents of red and gold jewelry. The pattern of the red almost matched the carpet leading up to her feet. Floral patches crawled all over her...Heels tapped at air, curved and delicate, too clean to be shoes she wears often. She scream of a different time. The attire not her usual but that wouldn't quite be know to the common man. She much preferred ball gowns than this disgusting display of her body. Ugh. "If that is you, dear sister, I have already told you I do not wish to speak further." She called to the shut door. With her vampire hearing heightened, it was not any problem hearing the approach. Her voice was irritated, yet still somehow sweetened.

@Crosby

Of course within moments he had grown all too suspicious of the situation at hand. This was…. Extremely odd in all the worst ways. No one to stop or bother him at all? No animals or alarms either? Why? Something was off. She must believe she is completely safe in all ways to be this confident in her lack of security. But anyways, he kept his doubts at the back of his mind for now and rested his hand upon the hilt of his sword. Ready to draw it at a moments notice. Anyways, he kept cautiously walking through. Trying his best to be stealthy despite having no idea where she could be in a place like this. But he followed his gut, going up the stairs and beginning his approach. However, his body soon betrayed him to her benefit. With him drawing much closer, his sweet scent soon became apparent. His heart beating a tiny bit faster than usual. He froze when she spoke, just on the other side of the door. She could easily open them and snatch him up. But anyways he debated to say now. The moment he’d speak, she surely would know it wasn’t her sister. Crap… this ruined his plans. What was he to do now? Think…*

@Kami

Silence responded and the lady furrowed her brow further than it already was. Was this some sort of jab to rub salt in her wounds? A mockjng silence after the conversation shes just had with her? Was she this foolish? Must this charade be played so stubbornly with her? Alysiel drop her foot, which previously hang over her other one. The heel casting a slight vibrating echo in the hall. Now two feet planted down onto the marble, she threathen to stand from her throne. Alysiel didn't move more than this though. Her black talon like nails, tapped on the gold. The vampire part her lips again, running hee tongue on her fang before going to call out again. Uet as spam as her first syllable was realised, she stopped. Tilting her head ever so slowly to one side. Raven black hair curling off her cheek as she seem to notice something. A soft, yet somehow thundering heartbeat. Ah. So it wasn't her sister dearest. It must be a little someone else. "Ah..now I understand. Elizabeth didn't convince me so she brought you to do it." She spoke with a strange familiarity. Up until this point, the red-eyed women sounded relatively far away, the room keeping them separate. However, in a clearly unexplainable manner, without a single clomp of her heels, the girl sounded just behind the door. Her voice merely a whisper "Isn't that so, Wilrox~?" She called the hunter by a name he is not referred to. Such confidence all for the wrong name to be called forward. Does she know or doesn't she?

@Crosby

He didn’t exactly know if it was wise posing as someone else. Especially since he had no idea if they had good or bad standings with this lady. And if he spoke, his voice probably wouldn’t be anywhere near the same as this other persons. He was honestly quite confused. What was he to do now? He had pause and think about it. With her on the other side of the door so close supposedly, she may come to realize this sweetness to scent was unlike any other. Quite unique in a good way. Although she could hear the sound of a metal weapon being unsheathed. He didn’t dare speak yet. He took a deep breath in, pausing for a few moments and then went to open the door. Either she could make the first move, or he would. @Kami

Alysiel didn't taken silence well... her eyes narrowed as Wilrox didn't speak. She didn't want to be humiliated, left hanging in a one sided conversation. She wasn't a creature that needed to breath but with the annoyance of an unannounced visit from him of all people.. she took a breath. Sucking in still air to exhale a sigh....oh? New perfume was it...or was that her all over him? Tsk! The very though irritate her. Disgraceful this arrangement! The finely dressed women step back. Form shifting as she prepared to disappear once more, return back to her humble throne. Before another strange thing caught her attention...the sound of a blade being dragged out from its sheath.. if anything was a cause for concern..that certainly was. Her expression soured to one of confused concern. This...wasn't Wilrox was it? She felt herself stiffen. Stepping back, her heels making a clank on the marble on the room. Was it a courier? Why would they enter without knocking? Was it a thief?! She didn't have much time to mull it over unfortunately. The door began to creak open and she immediately shift away. As the door swung in, a plumb of smoke left where she was standing before. Alysiel was back on her throne as the man presented himself. "...How rude to ignore a lady's question." She began to the intruder. Having the safety of half the room for him to cross she found no harm in chatting. Afterall its not like he has her in silver chains.

@Crosby

It most certainly wasn’t Wilrox. He of course only got a brief glimpse of the smoke before she was upon her throne. To which he looked up to her, an incredibly handsome man stood before her with a weapon in hand. His eyes were a fierce and sharp forest green in their glare. But they were indeed quite beautiful like encapsulating gems. Anyways, he seemed rather unphased by the sudden smoke. His black hair slightly falling into his face as he stood at 6 foot or so. He of course began to slowly and cautiously walk towards her.* I wasn’t exactly sure how to respond m’dam. He said quite simply. His voice being a bit deep but not overly so. Nonetheless quite pleasant to the ears. But now with them being so close in the same room, his scent sweet became rather apparent. Alluring her closer against his will. But here we finally are face to face. @Kami

Is my guy a siren lmao))

1:49 PM

Man's got the women lure 2000))

(Nope)

Pfft I'm fucking with you))

The women remain idle in her seat. Watching him with eyes far too dark to tell the colour of from where he stood. No.. it wasn't who she was expected. It was a nobody. A pretty, sweet smelling nobody. The gorgeous man entered and brought an air of fierceness with him. His clothing was dark, made of rich fabrics but never to her calibre. The delicate looking women stare back at the determined soul. Mpving not an inch as he began his approacj. Why panic when you have the power to disapear? He strode past the place she stood moments before, his steps having purpose behind them.. and she traced each of them.. she found herself leaning her cheek on one hand. Her weight on the armrest.. curious man. Entering with a blade and a threatening demeanour. Sometimes she wished she hadn't have to hide her abilities from men with this much audacity. The man had caught her in a rather bothersome time. Her viel, which usually cover her flushed pretty face, was laying on the other golden arm support. The smell he brought with him was only wafting further into the room she reside in. The warm glow of the blaze behind her only exadurate his delightful features as his steps made themselves known to the room. She would say she forgives him..but for the sin of seeing her face alone, she does not. He thinks himself worthy of her appreance? Tsk! "Much to my dismay, yes..my apologies em..who are you exactly...?" she question... tapping her manicured nails onto her skin

@Crosby

Once he was about 3 steps away from her, he raised his blade. The tip of it pointing directly at her, his eyes locking with hers. Unbothered and unmoving, she didn’t pose to be all too threatening. At least not as much as other things he’d slayed in the past. But then again, he was not going to underestimate her. He knew damn she could disappear. So he had to figure out how to get her to drop her guard so he could strike. Well, assuming she didn’t just vanish and appear behind him right here and now. Anyways, he spoke with an oozing confidence. I’m Crosby Vandine, part of the Heroes of the People. And you have been far too much of a problem for this kingdom and thus I’m here to do my job. I recommend you confess to the awful deeds you’ve committed and surrender. I’ll make it much less painful if you oblige. @Kami

Ma'dam Alysiel watches with a rising breath as he neared. Her chest rising up and falling down as he took closer and closer steps. Her eyes were full of ...what can only be described as tension. Not quite fear but getting there... there was a tightness to the air around the two.. an unspoken knowledge shared between the two.. it would take a fool not to know that he is aware of what she is.. however.. that being said. How would he convince others of such claims? The dame lean forward. Dropping her heel onto the marble floor. Eyes eyes locked with his despite his weapon being pointed directly at her neck at this point.. she's weary..but she's not trembling in her boots "Welcome to my abode Sir Vandine. May I enquire, hero of the people...what sins have i exactly committed? Answer me this and I will hand myself over immediately.." she asked, her voice as innocent as a babes. Afterall... you couldn't possibly link the disappearances to her? Afterall.. where's your proof? You have no bones to show, you have not witness. Because if there were a witness, you'd know she's not killing people here.. oh far from it. @Crosby (edited)

He fell quiet at that as she said that. His grip growing only tighter on his weapon. Damn it. He had no proof. Just rumors of course but who was to say he wasn’t wrong? She’d clearly proved what she was to him. She surely wasn’t human. He pressed the blades tip against her neck, one false move and she’d be skewered. The blade began to emit a white radiant light, holy almost. It would more than likely be quite painful to an undead vampire like her. His voice was cold and he was determined to exterminate this monster. There is none because you dispose of it all. He glanced her over, studying her body it seemed visibly. Perhaps planning something. This would more than likely be her best time to counter if she wished to fight. And perhaps her only chance… if she had actually been in the city. Upon hearing his name, she might’ve heard whispers like he had of her. He was quite well known for monster slaying of all varieties. @Kami

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