The Lords' Lust

Violetta: I shook my head, "No, I'll get in trouble....Lord Asher." It's not like I really even wanted to help her, she was better off leaving or dead. I bit my lip.

Juloon

I frown a bit, "Who's he?"
I'd heard rumors of him from my servant days, but never seen him.
"I thought he died?"
I actually felt sad I couldn't see her more. God, am I really feeling any emotion towards something that is friendly? Maybe I like her because she tastes good. Probably.

Violetta: I sighed shaking my head, "I'm not going to help you."

Juloon

My eyes flash with a smear of anger. Did she forget what happened not ten minutes ago? The pain? Her fear? Obviously.
I grind my teeth together, which are oddly even, though I expected fangs. I think I get them when I'm thirsty . . . I was so fueled by bloodlust then I can't remember now.
"Yes, you are. Tell me who he is, or . . ."
I reach over and stroke her arm. The cuts are still bleeding a bit.

Violetta: I winced stepping back as I felt a shock of fear course through me, "If you try anything I will screa,."

Juloon

Damn, she had me there. I grind my teeth together and narrow my eyes.
If she screamed, it would be her word aginst mine, and with Mint in his throne in hearing distance, she'd win.
"Remember how fast I ran, dear? Remember that no one would see me run?" I say.

Violetta: I bit my lip, "I...I still won't help you.?

Vasilisa: I started to cry, "I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy,"I sob softly. He didn't believe me. No one would believe me, "I have no reason to lie to you Henry, if you believe I lied to you than help me out of the carriage and I can go hide before he realizes I'm gone."

Juloon

My facial muscles relaxed.
"Dear, you're forgetting the difference between mortals, and vampires," I whispered, the V word sounding strange on my tongue.
I leaned in a bit closer, "I want to know who he is, because I . . ."
Why /do/ I want to know? My mind can't find a reason. I realize I'm just being cranky, and . . . No, not tired. I'm still doubting I can even sleep. Maybe a tad curious.
"Where are you going to go after the ball, Violetta? I can follow you, and I'll know who he is then."

Violetta: I bit my lip worried, "Ba...back to my room."

Juloon

My vision fuzzes, colours blurring. Ugh, I thought that had stopped happening. I blink a few times, in a small daze . . . My throat already is thirsty. Slightly, but it's there.
"Vio-..."
I swallow again.
"I don't have anywhere to go . . . Can I . . ."
I'm so desperate. A desperate vampire.
"Can I just come with you?"
My lowness reached a new level. Even when I was insane and cutting I wasn't this low. Do I consider myself sane now? OK, when I was cutting and more insane that right now, I was not this low.

Violetta: I felt bad for her suddenly. She hurt me and threatened me but had no where to go. Then if I was caught helping her...what would happen. I took a step away from her, "I'm. Sorry it's to risky."

Juloon

Really? Are my feelings really hurt. Dammit. I really liked being insane better. A clear mind just brings on . . .
What can I even say now? "That's alright"? No, I needed to still look strong, at least to her.
I really can't get close to my food, I'll feel guilty when I feed off her next. Judging by the year in my throat, I'm pretty sure it will be soon.
Instead, I say nothing at all, just nod, head a little low. I better feel shame.
I look around. The ball is almost over.
"Are you going back now?"
Still sounding concerned. Gotta work on my emotions.

Woah. I was looking at everyone's profiles and you can TOTALLY stalk someone. You can find all their posts, topics, and so on. Creepy.

Violetta: I looked down the hall and nodded, "I was going to..."

Juloon

"O-O... OK." I stumbled, hating how weak and /emotional/ I sound right now.
The need to look strong and be powerful is so dominant in me. Maybe because I'm a vampire. How did I even /become/ this?
My eyes slip across the room. The monster is dancing with a child. Poor child.
I start to shake a bit. If I could sweat, I would be. I'm addicted to that feeling, that wonderful feeling I got. I look back at her, anything still functioning in me racing. Addicted to that pain, more so than the knife. What had he even done to make that happen?
"Sorry about your arm," I say in a rush, regret searing in my voice, betraying any ounce of fear I once made her feel.

Violetta: I nodded, she was suddenly so much more caring. I sighed knowing I would regret it, "I'll help you...but only for now."

Henry: I shook my head, “N-no…I have to bring you back to make you better. You should just rest now miss, you’re tired. Please, stop talking. Please.” My bottom lip trembled as I listened to how upset she was. This was difficult to do.

Asher: I raised an eyebrow slowly and closed my eyes for a second, a picture of a little blonde boy flashing into my head. A smile crept onto my face and my eyes opened, “How…nice of him,” I murmured.

Does anyone know where Avery is?

*creeps in* She hasn't been on all day.

Juloon

Dammit, dammit. She feels sorry for me. Sympathy. I'm so weak.
And emotional. So much emotion. Before I just felt blissful and out of everything. Now? I feel more human than I ever was /when/ I was human.
"H-How?" I say anyways.
I really am starting to hate myself. Truly.

@Hearts: I chat with her in ChatBox a lot and she hasn't said anything about being away for a bit . . . Hmm, she's probably busy. She hasn't been on all day.

Vasilisa: I bite my lip and wipe my eyes, "Yes sir," I winced as I shifted and closed my eyes and tears continued to leak out.

Chloe: I smiled spinning under his arm. "He kissed my cheek."

Hmm, I'm considering making another charrie....