IC: Resurrecting the past

[Shadow_Angel_Darkheart]

Lady Shadow laid perfect still in her bed in a deep slumber. After the war that ran wildly thru the house of Darkheart she let herself slip into a state of torpor. Her dreams were very vivid, influenced by her past and that which destroy their house. She walked thru a valley filled with dead and rotting corpses, blood soaked the edge of her dress. Skulls crushed beneath her feet as she walked. In the distance she could she the once great castle Darkheart. Now it lay stained in blood and guts. In the field of death and decay there stood but one single soul beside herself. The only thing standing in her way of returning to her family, if there was any left. Her hand steady and ready to draw her sword at a moments notice, her eyes glued to the shadowed figure. As they neared each other Shadow realized it was herself standing opposite of her. Her twin like her hand ready on the hilt that rested on her hip. In one fluid motion she drew her sword swing it around and towards this imitator. But to her surprise the creature mirrored her movements. Sparks flew as the steel of their blades met. Now face to face with her twin she could see the difference. There was no love no compassion, this creature was void of all feeling except hatred. The hatred beamed from her eyes, it was her and her alone that had created this battle field. It was the part of her that she had suppressed all this years, because of her family. This battle would decide which part of her returned. The part of her that longed for her family or the evil horrible monster that clawed at her insides waiting for its moment to reap havoc on the world. They fought for what seem to be an eternity. Shadow saw one opening, a very small one at that. But if she was going win she had to take her chance. The creature brought her blade over head to swipe downwards at Shadow. At that very moment she lunged forward sinking her blade into her chest. It wouldn't kill her but it was what she needed to get close enough. The blade pierced thru her spine, Shadow pulled herself in close to her. "You will never have the chance to corrupt my family as you did me all these years." Her voice rang thru out the battle field, but as her voice trailed off she sunk her fangs into the creature's neck. Tearing at her veins, listening to her gasps as her blood spilled over her. The creature clawed at Shadow's back trying to free herself. With all her strength Shadow pushed herself back taking along a rather large chunk of her neck with her. Shadow watched as the creature fell to her knees. "Now you can lay here with the rest of this rotting waste." She walked past the dieing creature her sword still lodged in her chest. It wasn't long before she was back in her home. She walked thru the empty castle corridors. Dust covered the stone walls for all the servants were long gone. There was no need for them once all the family was gone. Rounding a corner Shadow came upon her room, in the middle was her bed where she laid. She crossed slowly looking at her body covered in dust and cobwebs. Everything else had aged except her, except for her hair. Once a beautiful silver now black as night. She ran her hand over her face and let herself settled back into her body. The moment her spirit and body were reunited a sound resonated from her. A call to her family, a call to come home. That Darkheart lived once more.

[Storm Demonsheart]

[align=justify:1b5a27cd0f]Storm never had a purpose to resurface from the centuries of her sleep, nothing had ever quite stirred her enough to rouse her weary head from the comfort of black silk. Until now, everything had been peaceful, quiet in her madness... it was here that she felt the first stir of blood in her veins. Of course it was not directly of her blood, Demonsheart, but it certainly was that of her father's...Darkheart. In the past Storm had never really had much liking for that of her father's family, other than Kendra. She had only met Shadow, the Lady of Darkheart and its sovereign ruler on a couple of occassions and didn't think less of her unlike the others who appeared to have an ego far larger than any credit. Perhaps they were not to blame, after all Darius had an ego large enough to be of Tanthis's stature.

Reluctantly Storm moved, eyes fluttering open before closing and a muffled voice of protest escaping past dry, parched apertures. The sounds infiltrating her mind clanged and clattered, loudly. It was enough to grant a headache but it was like someone was fighting or arguing with themselves; her awareness wasn't fully awakened to decipher the assumption. However, any form of unlife was curious enough to merit a response, even if it more tham likely a grumpy one from having been woken... rudely. Then again it was the Darkheart Manor she had taken the liberty of taking up residence, so maybe it wasn't the best time to be so forward in her disagreement? Finally forcing herself to rise, alabaster flesh melting through the darkness of the cold, damp room. There wasn’t any light but her sight was profound enough not to require such mortal trends.

Pallid fingers clutching around the black polished coffer. Fingernails digging into the surface as if threatening to tear it asunder only to elevate herself, and rise to former glory; or so her arrogant nature would have her believe. Long coils of moonlight lapping over her small and diminutive frame, a waft of a creature Storm had always appeared to be, it was something her enemies took for granted. Rising higher from the darkness, a single tier of ruby glistening at her throat while attire of midnight silk crowned her bodice. It was if blood lapped the snow on this delicate and exquisite frame… picturesque. But then who was bragging? Vampires were always such vain creatures.

Moving languidly through the maze of corridors and stairs leading upwards, stone, grey, drab and cold- a dreary place down in the darkness and Storm hoped that something lavish awaited her. Mere moments passing until finally a crack of light flickered beneath the door, shadows moving back and forth and she wished that the commotion had been a typical family affair which had led to someone’s blood staining the white marbled floor at their feet. Could all her dreams have come true? No, surely not she had never been that lucky, entirely.

Hand pressed against the wooden frame, gently pushing outwards as her body slipped into plain view. Her callous dark eyes instantly meeting with Shadow’s, while her head slowly bowed in respect “I see the Lady of the Manor has returned? But may I ask… what is up with all the commotion?” Storm’s eyes looked around only to see no one, just Shadow holding a sword. A questioning gaze crossed her face, was it ghosts of her own personal demons she was fighting against.[/align:1b5a27cd0f]

[Shadow_Angel_Darkheart]

Shadow stood there her hand on the hilt of her sword, just like she was in her nightmare. Her other hand still hover above the bed where her body first laid. The dust that had collected over the years flying into the air as if her body had leaped from the bed to were she now stood. Cobwebs swayed in the breeze from all corners of the room and bed posts. With no one to take care of the servants fled the castle, leaving nature to take over. Animals and insects alike crept the long dark corridors of the castle. Even thou she was in her own bedroom everything seemed so strange and unfamiliar to her. She had spent so much time walking around in what she could only describe as hell that this didn't seem real. Although she would soon realize that she had brought a piece of that hell back with her. When she fought her evil side she didn't kill her. Instead she gave her exactly what she wanted. When she ripped her throat out she tasted her blood, binding the two. For the time being her counter part wasn't strong enough to take control. But as Shadow regained her strength so would she. She would only be able to surface for brief periods at first and at random. But as she fed off Shadow her will would become strong enough for her to take over at will and eventually permanent. She had waited for this chance for centuries. What was a few more months or years? The chance to reap havoc and destroy humanity was at her finger tips. To replace compassion and hope with fear and despair, for evil to take back the world. Making hell on earth no longer a nightmare but a horrifying reality. Shadow still unaware of her maybe fatal mistake spun around as Storm entered her room. She hadn't expected anyone to respond so quickly. Her senses still off, she hadn't sensed anyone else in the castle with her.  She looked at her sword as Storm asked what 2was going on. It took her a moment to respond. " The end to a horrific nightmare." She softly spoke as she re-sheathed her sword.  She took a few steps towards Storm "Would you like to join me for a meal?"

[Shadow_Angel_Darkheart]

Shadow stopped a few feet short of the door. Her stance was perfect and peaceful as her gaze rested on Storm. Suddenly her eyes flash black consumed with hatred, she turned her head closing her eyes, when she reopened them looking back at Storm the were once again there bright icy blue. Beneath her silk top the tattoo that laid over her dead heart sprang to life. The perfect crimson heart began silently beating, thick black veins coursed thru it.

She cleared her throat as she began to speak again. "Before you answer, let me go freshen up." Her voice deeper than before as if she was a a great deal of pain. Without another word or even waiting for Storm to respond she whisked by her. Once out of sight she fled the castle. Once outside in the cool night air she took a deep breath. "At last a taste of freedom." She hissed staring out into the night.

There was a small village just beyond the castle grounds. Her dress flowed behind her as she gracefully made her way across the grounds. She walked thru the center of town. Her eyes dancing from house to house, at the endless possibilities. She stopped at a house near the heart of town. Her hand resting on the wood frame as her mind rejoicing at the thought of what was about to in-sue.

She quietly crept into the house, like a predator stalking her prey. The family slept peacefully with no thought of the nightmare that was lurking in their home. Shadow stood at the foot of one of the three beds. She looked down at the two sleeping teenage boys. One began to stir his eyes slowly opening to see the huntress at his feet. His heart jumped from the fear. The leapt from her spot and landed in the middle of his bed. Landing quietly so she didn't wake the one next to him. Her hand quickly found his mouth, soft whimpers slipping from between her fingers.

Her lips curved into a smile that spread across her entire face. Running her finger tips down the side of his face leaving trails of blood in their wake. He winced at her touch his entire body trembling beneath her. She took her time with this one, enjoying the sounds of his heart. Racing one minute then studding to a halt the next. Her finger nails moving over his veins slicing them opening, his body viciously shaking from the pain. Once his blood filled the bed she moved to his brother.

This one a bit stronger and faster was able to escape from the bed. Her senses soared at the smell of fear that filled the room when he spotted his beloved brother. "Here lil mousy." Her voice cruel and taunting. He made it to the door before she launched herself into the air. Latching onto his back like a leech. Her nails digging into his shoulders, ripping thru his flesh with ease.

They fell to the ground with a loud thump. Letting her full weight come crashing down on the boy. The scuffle was enough to wake his unsuspecting parents.The moonlight beamed thru the window on her face as the bedroom door flew open. Her attention snapped from the broken half dead boy to the two figures that now stared at her in horror. Her eyes pitch black as she looked at them.

The father rushed towards her in a futile attempt to save his boy. With one exquisite movement she was one her feet and sword drawn. The blade gracefully spun around her slender form with such speed that only the keenest of eyesight would have caught the movement. The blade torn thru his stomach down to his spine. She pulled the blade sideways from his body as he fell his intestines spilled onto the floor. Her penetrating gaze never leaving the mothers.

She raised the blade to her mouth, running her tongue along the blade taking in the sweet taste of his blood. She moved forward towards the freighted women, frozen in fear as her eyes darted back and forth between the two lifeless corpses of her family. Shadows hand shot out from her body grasping the women by her throat. Her eyes immediately focused on Shadow. Her hands clawing at the perfect granite skin that wrapped around the neck. Shadow chuckled in pure delight as she lifted the women off her feet. She thrashed and struggled with all her strength to no avail. The sounds of her gasping filled the room. Her face starting to change colors the longer her body was deprived of its precious oxygen.

Just before she was about to take her last breath Shadows sword fell to the ground. She plunged her free hand into the women's chest, ripping out her heart. Holding the women's still beating heart up for her to see before to slipped from this world. Her fingers relaxed letting her body crumple to the ground. She wrapped her lips around the warm life giving muscle as she took a bite. Blood spilling down her arm, dripping from the corners of her lips. She dropped the heart at the floor next to her husband. Looking around she laughed again. "Better than I remember."

Shadow found herself back in the castle sitting at the parlor she looked around confused. She rose up to her feet her gown different from the one she had awoken in. "How did I get here?" She said softly to herself.

[Storm Demonsheart]

[align=justify:d03f6db141]Just before Storm got to speak she pursed her lips to save herself the words as Shadow made her intention to change; into something more appropriate. All Storm could really do was shrug her shoulders then turn her back upon Shadow and permit herself the pleasure of looking out into the night beyond the stained glass window. The moonlight streaming through in prisms of rainbow specrtums that were cast and spun like ethereal webs throughout the entire room. It was these simple earthly pleasures that Storm had missed the most, or at least what her black heart could determine that emotion as... missing something other than the granduer of her mother, Nicola. For now it seemed Shadow was all that remained of this family, Darkheart and Demonsheart. The blood was running thin, they were threatened with the possibily of extinction at this rate, what with all the elders slumbering in their dusty old coffins like borrowed memories. Perhaps it was best they remained there contemplating the errors of their ways without having to face angry fletchlings, not that Storm and Shadow were neophytes by any means.

There was no way she wished to encrouch on Shadow's coming, she seemed like an awfully tense Vampire, more tense than any she had come across. No doubt there was a means for it, just Storm didn't believe in bothering onself with trivial things and instead unleash ones rage on more worthy opponents. Again she shrugged. There were no real means of having to pamper the prettiness just for her sake, if it had been. It wasn't like Shadow was addressing royalty by any means. A sly smirk crossed those sultry, crimson appertures in bemusing herself with those details, last she heard Mobius had rum off with his daughter and she had placed her feeble ass upon the throne of Demonsheart. O' wouldn't Nicola be spinning in her crypt is she knew Mobius had placed a half-breed on her regal state. Fool him, fool them all of bringing weakened blood into what may have been a great lineage at some point. Then again, even giants fall.

Helping herself to a goblet of the finest Shiraz, raising it upwards to offer a toast to the darkness and moon, the same things that were never changeable except for bringing forth light and giving birth to the sun. Both pleasures not many Vampires got to revel in, then again the Demonsheart weren't named because they were Vampires, it was because they were the children of Lilith and Baal... demons. Drinking on the sweetness of fermented fruit and grapes while looking back over the history of these two families displayed across the cold stone walls. Undoubtedly both families had an exquisite taste in beauty and extravagance, even that which excelled the houses of Tepes, Dracul and Bathory. Storm had once been a part of all three families and long had they falllen to the clutches of Raven Corvidae and Andy Corvidae or the states of eager peasants looking for a few scattered gold coins and promises of treasure beyond any mortals imagination. Didn't they know such fancies were best left to the Dragon's Lair? A bridged sigh crossed scarlet lips, footsteps moving across the plush carpeted floor bringing her closer to the landscapes blanketed by the midnight elements.

It always came back to darkness... an embrace expressing love only brought death in the end. The blossom of a rose brought wilting flowers over a gravestone and life always ended in the errevocable cold touch of death's frozen caress. Death stained the air thick and as long as it wasn't some cretin trying to kill her, she didn't really care who fell to the talons of it just as long as she was provided with a good show... morbid entertainment. Wherever it was that Shadow had ventured, no doubt there was a reason behind it, however she did appear to be a bit unstable and random. Not that it was a bad thing, but less likely a chance of survival. Threats came in many forms and with the return of two of the most prodominant members of both families; no doubt it would cause a bit of upset once they caught wind of it. Hopefully Shadow didn't give in to fear as easily as any others who bore both the Darkheart and Demonsheart names- they usually ran like blind sheep into the maws of the wolf then expect to be saved. It was everyone for themselves, and Shadow pretty much just proved this by her own actions. Storm wouldn't hold it against her, but certainly wouldn't look upon it with favorable eyes.

Taking the last sip, then placing the goblet upside down upon the polished wooden table. Perhaps it was time to waken some old ghosts of her own?[/align:d03f6db141]

[Shadow_Angel_Darkheart]

Shadow looked around the room her eyes filled with confusion. She had no memory of how she got here. The last thing she remembered was standing before Storm in her chambers. The moonlight softly lit the stained glass windows, shadows dancing across the stone floor.

She ventured up to her room in hopes of finding Storm and maybe an explanation. Storm sat at the table that was nestled in the corner of her chamber. Her posture perfect as she stared out into the night. Shadow had always admired her elegant beauty. The heels she wore made soft taps as she walked across the room towards Storm.

Black silk criss-crossed about her chest wrapping around her waist. A black silk skirt hugged her hips that reached down to the ground. She gently placed her hand on Storm's shoulder. Focusing only on her memories of herself. Careful not to invade her other memories or thoughts. Her eyes closed as the scene replayed in her mind.

Slowly her eyes reopened her head slightly tilted. She had seen herself thru Storm's eyes. It was her body but it wasn't her. Those eyes, my eyes. They were filled with pain and hatred. Shaking the thought she looked down at Storm as she cleared her throat. "Please forgive me for my rather rude behavior earlier. I don't know what came over me."

The scene kept running thru her mind. She didn't understand this sudden lose of memory. This had never happen to her before, but she had to put a stop to it quickly. For her and Storm seemed to be alone, the last of their families. Which put them in a touchy situation. Over the years both families had incurred many allies as well as enemies. Unfortunately allies seemed to slip away faster than enemies. There was no doubt in Shadow's mind that Darius had made many more enemies than allies during his rule.

Something that would come back to bite the two of them. But if that is what it would come to Shadow would defend her family even if it meant her life. Storm was all that was left of her family and she would stare  death in the eyes without fear for her. Her slender fingers slid from Storm's smooth flawless shoulder. Gracefully she rounded her and took a seat next to her.

[Poison Darkheart]

[align=justify:c115909544]In the darkness of her solitude Poison awoke from a very bad dream, nightmares full of death and disease, the death of her family and mother. She awoke screaming, clawing at the silken crypt that had sheltered her from these long, painful years. It had been a pain never felt before, away from the loving arms of her mother, Shadow. Maybe she had to sleep also, to hide away from the destruction now known as Darkheart. Nothing was left it seems, the blood was faint not longer surging with the power it once had and she knew it was going to be no easy run, if they were alone.

Emerald eyes fluttering behind long lashes, finally opening to the dim lighting of torchlight encircling the perimeter of her tomb. Slender arms reaching out of the coffin, fingernails gripping at the side while she found the strength to pull herself up and look around the empty room with sadness in her eyes. Length of lace and black taffeta drapping her slender body as the fabric clung to her curves. Blond hair pulled up from her shoulders highlight the pendant of emerald glistening at her throat. Coral pink lips pursed, remembering what it was like to fake a breath, forcing the blood to the surface to give her a more rosy glow.

One leg stepping over the threshold of polish ebony, taffeta flowing with the motion as it swept across the surface, falling to the floor completely covering her legs. Poison felt an incredible hunger inside, it gripped at her insides as if some dark thing was trying to claw its way to the surface. Digging, twisting and turning. She knew her mother had awakened, she cold feel her presence and that of another, not of Darkheart blood directly, but it was enough to make her so. Following the shadows along the long hallway, hand tracing over the surface of stone where the shadows rose like giant gargoyles. They had their protectors, it was just funny to Poison that the shadows happened to take their shapes and contortions.

She pressed onwards, finally arriving where the light grew brighter beneath the crack of the slightly opened door where she heard voices. Pushing the door open with her hand, eyes immediately resting on her mother Shadow and the one known as Storm. Instantly she felt uncomfortable, being in a room with two of the most beautiful women in the clan. Her beauty no where compared to them but she knew enough charm to get her by, she didn't have an ego of vanity unlike most vampires and she was no where deluded on what importance she had in the clan, or lack thereof. She spoke softly, not wanting to intrude on their conversation. "Mother, my eyes rejoice upon your awakening for I have missed you so, your beauty and your wisdom."

Her head looked down, another wave of sadness filling the darkness of her heart, she spoke again, though the words weren't even a whisper "I lost my love, and now I am heartless for I shall never love another as I loved Marius." Placing her arms around her mother and giving her a tight embrace, a single blood tear falling down her ivory flesh, staining whatever beauty she had behind a mark of blood. The blood was what they were, and the blood was all that they had.[/align:c115909544]

[Storm Demonsheart]

Storm waited there, lost in her own thoughts. By no means was she overly offended, just a little surprised at the events, but she did enjoy the peace. Being permitted her own thoughts without conversation, it wasn't a usual occurrence she was given such a privilege. Staring out into the darkness, sipping on the beverage she had found for herself and made sure she was more than comfortable, even if that would appear as rude to any other Darkheart, should they enter. The warmth provided by the fireplace gave an amber-hued glow to the paleness of her skin, welcoming the warmth over cold flesh. Admiring the portraits of Shadows family in the silence of her mind.

It wasn't that long, or so it had seemed. Shadow had re-entered the room, offering apology. An action that caused Storm to look up quickly and shake her head "No... no...no... no need for forgiveness dear lady for this is your house, I am but a guest." Waving the gesture away as if it were nothing, no bother and nothing to be sorry over. Storm had enjoyed the moment to herself, giving her time to think about her past and how selfish she had been to the ones she loved. Where had they all gone? Completely as far away from her as they could get. The darkness had swallowed her and now she had to pay for the consequences. "I should apologize for my intrusion, Lady of Darkheart. At times my pride has a spirit of its own."

Storm shrugged light, even admiring Shadows own beauty in a not so obvious manner to appear as she were gawking. It was only natural to admire the beauty of another woman, it did not mean she envied her. Storm did not envy the work Shadow had against her, re-building a family and finding her own place in the embrace of night. That was never an easy thing to accomplish, but she would not have to do it alone for Storm would offer her services and help in any way possible. It was only the right thing to do, and it wasn't like any of her own family were about to step from the shadows and offer a tender hand or care. They were all just as selfish as she had been, but at least Storm had the conviction to admit to it.

Another young beauty entered the room, she did not know who this one was so she remained silent and let them have their moment in private. Taking another sip of her drink, returning to gaze back out into the darkness, delving back in her thoughts of what was, what was lost and what could have been.

[Shadow_Angel_Darkheart]

Shadow shifted slightly in her chair rolling her shoulders back still trying to shake the stiffness of her slumber."No... no...no... no need for forgiveness dear lady for this is your house, I am but a guest." As soon as she heard Storm's words her leaned in towards her a soft smile spreading across her lips. "No dear you are not a guest in this house and nor will you ever be. You are family and this is your house as well. We all started as someone different but in the end we all have some of the same blood running thru our veins." Her hand slipped over Storm's gently squeezing as she spoke. "Don't ever let me hear you say other wise, an old lady might get offended." A smirk crossing her lips as she sat back in her chair.

Suddenly her posture went ridged her eyes locked on the door. She could feel the presence of a family member close. But with mind still a bit clouded it took a minute for her to realize who stood on the other side of the door. The door barely opened before Shadow was on her feet and half way across the room to greet her daughter. Her arms wrapped tightly around her youngest, her baby.

Even thou she had learned to master her powers, it was some how different with her girls. Feeling what they felt instantly. Her hands slid down framing Poison's delicate features. "You are very beautiful my dear, and don't ever let anyone tell you different, even yourself!" One hand gently swept across her face brushing the single tear drop aside. "I am sorry to hear about your love. I know how hard it can be." Once again her arms wrapped around Poison pulling her close. "I have missed you so much." As her voice trailed off her softly kissed her on the cheek.

Her hand found Poison's as she lead her over to the table where Storm was seated. "Storm have you met my baby Poison?" Shadow knew Poison more than likely didn't like being referred to as her baby, but it didn't matter how old Poison was she would always be her baby.

[Poison Darkheart]

It had taken much healing to recover from the fire that had ravaged her and Marius's home. The hunters had no mercy, they boarded them indoors and set the place on fire. She lost all, had only managed to crawl from the flames before being completely devoured. It was a nightmare she would rather forget, but was not allowed the peace to forget. She dreamed of it every night since. The moment her eyes were shut she would relive it all once again. Every time the sun began to rise over the horizon, she had to embrace her horror. She smiled tenderly at her mother's soft words, she always had this way to soothe her troubles the minute her voice sung like a nightingale. Only making her hug her again, this time more tighter than the last.

"I know I am beautiful on the inside my beloved and most dearest mother. But some the scars do not heal. It was a fire. I never want to see hell, ever. Fire terrifies me, I freeze. I watched so many perish. We never did not harm, never murdered and never stole. Why do humans hate so? Why do they live to kill us?" A single blood tear trickled down Poison's face. She was never one to hold back her emotions, she didn't have the talent to be a cold-hearted monster. It just wasn't sure. Sure if she had to defend herself and her family, she would use whatever skill she had to remove them. Killing was not a sport to her, yes she had to feed like every other vampire. Poison however had willing donors, they were happy to let her drink of their substance and keep her youthful and strong. Why kill humans when she had all she wanted. Why could they not just leave her and her love alone.

Poison looked over towards Storm, at her beautiful mothers side. Offering a short but sweet smile. "Greetings, I am Poison Darkheart, childe to the gracious and lovely Lady Shadow. Welcome home dear heart." Poison would have embraced Storm as she had done so to her mother, but she did not look like the type who was into cuddles and joy. She didn't know what it was, Storm just gave her the feeling she had more than enough talent to hold her own ground. Remembering the stories she had heard from some of the other Darkhearts. That she had been the love of Raethgir, and Mobius. That she had taken the throne of Demonsheart and brought it into a strong clan before vanishing into the darkness. Eagerly, Poison wanted to ask her but did not want to seem rude or imprudent. Nervously she twirled at her long satin dress, looking at the attire of Storm and felt rather out of place. She had never worn leather, and had never seen a lady wear it either.

[Storm Demonsheart]

[align=justify:e4dec7351a]Storm offered Shadow a warm smile; it was a comfort to her that she was welcome here, despite her past and the way her ethics may have been seen. The fact was, she had changed, reflected back on the way she was in order to make a positive change; one that was best for her. Storm knew there were no happy beach walking moments here, she would always be a merciless killer- just would not turn on those that were family, not like in the past. Greed had consumed her, the thirst for power and conquering, to wipe out everything in her way to gratify her own name, not the name of the family born on the crest of her sword. She had once been a creature of ethic and morale when upholding the honor of Demonsheart. Again, this would be upheld though this time in the name of Darkheart. To see Shadow blessing her with the comfort of her home only fused this dedication further- she was not overlooked in the way she had been in the eyes of Demonsheart, always taken for granted. This was at least the way she had felt, what she had been led to believe.

The Clan of Darkheart would prosper once again, she had her strong allies to console and seek support if it was needed or required, a force that would be reckoned with in the name of those old ones bequeathed in the fires of hell. For those who had come before her, those who had fallen after. There was no longer any delusion of her own importance, Storm would be happy with whatever role Shadow decided it fit for her to possess. She wanted no entitlement of princess, long ago she had been done with fancy titles and flairs to match. Simpler things were aimed for, wanted to be achieved by merit not be means of gift or charity. In the past she had loved and lost. Not even that were seen as a curse in her eyes now for it was better to have loved than to never had loved at all. Her heart belonged to the one who had captured it in his hands by the gift of a rose. Nicolaskaya’s brother.

Already it had been centuries that Nicola resolved herself to the dark chambers of her sleep, to remain in torpor until she saw it fit to rise, negligent of her own family and those she claimed to have loved. That was a betrayal in itself, a family dying, a name dead- it deserved to remain… dead. Placing a dainty hand over Lady Shadow’s, squeezing it gently in her own grasp before divulging her speech. ”For long I have wanted to belong somewhere. To someone. I have never felt complete under the crest of a name so high in stature. To be truthful I have always been a bit of a loner, tending to the needs of a clan that did not appreciate me.” Shoulders shifted upwards in a casual shrug. ”I strove to protect them with my own life. Their life rose above that of my own, my own needs became secondary… unimportant.” Squeezing gently again as dark eyes glanced over to Poison, how she spoke of lacking beauty when there was much to behold.
   
How could she be so foolish to look at herself as ugly, or not attractive enough to grace the ladies of darkness like herself and Lady Shadow; in truth Shadow should have been considered a Queen, not just a lady. Perhaps in the future it would be a title she could claim and that Storm would fight to uphold as law. If it were their heritage, it should be hers for the taken… right now, Storm only respected those before her, not the ones hiding in their own selfish desires. That had been another thing demonstrated by those fallen to the shadows, even Mobius himself had attempted to place a false Queen on the throne of Demonsheart, seduce his own daughter in order to give her a glory that was for her or Nicola, not this whelp named Duskcana Morwen’Dae. When both were approached, they ran… for one who wanted to destroy his father’s memory, Tanthis of Demonsheart, he sure did a wonderful job in keeping the standards.

That was the past, Storm no longer cared at all for the past it wasn’t important to the new and improved ranks of Darkheart. This was a moment to celebrate and here they were, not the rejoiced women of power they truly were. Would it be wrong to pop the corks of champagne and bask in the fruity ambiance before reclaiming their forgotten territory? Drain the villagers dry of all vitae, bathe the land with the blood of foolish mortals who dared forget the shadows of the Darkheart manor. The idea was somewhat appealing; it would all depend on the spirits of the ladies involved. What good was it to be awakened, and not live? Attentions placed back to Poison, head shaking as long ravenesque locks flowed with the action. ”You my dear are most beautiful, please do not look upon yourself as nothing in comparison with our beauty for you are just as equally beautiful. Believe me, I never speak in vain to save face or make friends my dear.” [/align:e4dec7351a]

[Shadow_Angel_Darkheart]

Shadow smiled softly at Storm as she spoke. Her hand wrapping gently around her chin. "You are definitely wanted her my child." Her voice was gently and soothing as she looked upon her family. She could faintly hear Storm's thoughts on a celebration. Part of her shook off the thought for she knew Poison.

The youngest of her daughter's was not one for massacres. She would fight for those she loved but couldn't stand the thought of useless killing. But the other part of her, the part clawing at the back of her mind begged for her to join in. To stain the ground with the blood of those beneath her, to bathe in their blood.

She took a deep breath and pushed the thoughts from her mind. One hand still on Poison's she guided her to the chair where she had sat. Letting her hand slip away she made her way to small bar that sat nestled under the window. She poured the three of them a glass of Shiraz before returning to the table. Sitting the glasses before them she took a seat next Poison. Raising her glass she spoke. "To second chances."
 
It was a simple toast but to her it was everything. A chance to make things right by her family. Taking a sip from her glass she smirked spread across her lips. Another one is coming home. Finishing off her drink she set the glass down and relaxed back in her chair, looking around.

[Tigeress_Darkheart]

Broken were her dreams; scattered somewhere between a feeble existence and that of pure glory. Her body shuttered as it remained confined in the ivory coffin, the velvet interior insuring a comfortable rest. It was anything but..

These images had taunted her from the moment she fell into a torpor; her mind always working to portray the days that she hunted in the depths of a crowded forest. Fiercely pursuing her frightened prey, weaving through vegetation and tree's. No matter how fast they ran, they never stood a chance against the youthful Tigeress Darkheart. It was because of her fascination with big game animals that she received this vibrant nickname.  How she enjoyed her time in the wilderness but it wasn't before long that she had been found and brought back to the art of civilization to rejoin her family.



And now here she was, still slumbering in the depths of the Cavern's set beneath Castle Darkheart. An ache rustled in the pits of her empty stomach, the lust to hunt  and will to break the neck of a flight animal seemed to snap at her heels. Immediately, her sun-kissed hues opened wide and for the first time in a long time, she forced an icy breath to fill her abandoned lungs. It took a moment before the feeling of motion had set into her weakened limbs, they yearned to flex and awaken once again. Her body began to shift within her morbid cage, a soft moan slipping from her crimson painted lips. At the will of it's Mistress, the coffin had instantly slid off to the side allowing Tigeress to arise from her crypt.

Greeted by the shadows, it took her yet another moment before she decided to rise. A flowing gown of ebony silk hugged her every curve, her amber stare gazing off into the darkness. However, despite the sunless blanket that  maintained her surroundings, she had no trouble finding her way through the black thicket. She had a powerful connection to her mother and she honed in on her scent and her aura, thus laying out a mental map of the castle.

Eventually she made way through the threshold in which her dearest mother, sister and Storm remained. With each stride she felt the strength of ages surging back through her veins, her inherited stealth becoming more and more familiar. Instantly moving to the side of Lady Darkheart, she regally bowed her head..brunette strands falling passed her pallid visage. "Dearest mother, I have missed you so. It is a great pleasure to look upon you again.." Being the youngest of the three, she was known to be the 'wild- child' of the bunch. However, despite her crazy tendencies, her loyalty to her family never faltered. With her gaze then guided to her sister, she offered a warm smile. "Poison, you look beautiful as ever. How are you doing?"  

[Shadow_Angel_Darkheart]

No sooner had her slender fingers slid from the glass Tigeress was standing next to her. "Just as sneaky as I remember." A slight laugh laced her sentenced as she stood to greet her daughter. Her arms wrapped around her tightly as she spoke again. "I have missed you to my dear. "As she pulled away she gently kissed her forehead and offered her a seat. "First my baby and now my second born, all we need now is your stubborn sister."

She looked at the three beautiful women surrounding her and cleared her throat. "As happy as I am to see all of you there is something we need to deal with." She rounded the table and took a seat facing them. She took a deep breath before she started again. "There is no need for formalities here, for what we do next may affect whether we live or take an eternal slumber. Once this was a strong and great clan, but thanks to some unfortunate decisions has fallen." Her heart sinking as she spoke for one of those decisions had been hers that lead to their downfall. "And there will be those that once they have caught wind of our awakening will set out to destroy us."

"And I'm am not about to let that happen but i will need all of you. It's going to be a long and hard road to restore this house to its former glory and I need to know if you are all willing to walk with me." She felt bad asking them to help her correct her mistake but she knew she couldn't do it alone. As strong as she was she wouldn't be able to take on all that she feared would come for her and her family.

Under the silk that clung to her breast thin black veins coursed there here tattoo. In time if she wasn't careful would consume it all together. She could feel the hunger starting to burn deep inside her. Closing her eyes for a moment trying to shake the feeling for they had more important matters in front of them. Little did she know the longer she pushed the need to feed aside the greater the chance would be that she would lose  control again. Letting her dark side emerge again to reek havoc.

[Poison Darkheart]

[align=justify:d449ac76a3]There was another of the blood rising from the shadows in the form of rapturous delight and beauty, Tigeress, her beloved sister. It had been so long, so many sorrows and now everything was coming back to her arms. A dark gladness formed in her soul, finally she was back with her family- her mother and her sister. Things could not have been more perfect and the darkness slowly emptied from her heart, even with the thoughts of Marius now gone from her side. To those thoughts, Poison kept them to herself, not wanting to ruin the event of her family together once again. Why tarnish the moment with sorrow and sadness when it was a moment of happiness and togetherness? Brushing blonde fringe from her smoldering jade eyes, figure standing poised beneath emerald softness of her coat. Unwrapping her arms from her mother only to embrace her sister with all the warmth of emotion- sheer gladness and welcome.

”Not as beautiful as you dear sister. You warm my eyes with your beauty and grace. O’ how it is so good to see you, and to know you are safe from the wolves who howl at our doors!” Arms placing gentle tension around her sister while they looked at Storm. Poison didn’t know her well at all and thought it to be imposing in offering her a welcome of the same nature. There was also something in Storm that Poison would never understand unless it was for survival and the need for blood. Rumors had once surfaced that Storm was a killer, not just any killer but one with no scruples and morality. Of course she wouldn’t judge, it was not her place to shun someone because of ill words spoken by other Darkheart members. In her mind she had put it down to jealousy and envy, it was easier to dislike something when you wanted to be it yourself, even Poison had been guilty of it in the past.

Letting her sister go, moving to take a seat at the side of Storm and listen to what her mother and sister spoke about, thinking about conversation to start with Storm. Words failed her and instead she sat there in brief silence where her mother had directed her to sit. Tigeress too would join in this toast offered by both Storm and their lovely mother… ”Indeed to second chances. Though may I add another toast?” Giving pause to await the nod of her mother before continuing in softest tone…”Also to happiness!”. A sad glimmer shined in her eyes. However, Poison would not let it ruin her evening. She would find new love someday, she just knew it.  Anything was possible and Poison was not quite yet spent to a life without a companion- even if she had to embrace one herself.[/align:d449ac76a3]