no one mourns the wicked [elijah]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] & NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED ` NO ONE CRIES THEY WON'T RETURN. NO ONE LAYS A LILY ON THEIR GRAVE. GOODNESS KNOWS THE WICKED'S LIVES ARE LONELY. THE WICKED DIE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - alone
[atrb=width,240] Ryanna liked being in this part of Manuka after nightfall. In fact, she loved it very much. As the corners of the streets were sinisterly enlighted by the lanterns, the rest of the narrow alleys were partly -if not completely- dark. Like many vampires, Ryanna tended to find her victims here a lot, because it was an easy way to do so if you were being lazy. Being a vampire came with nightvision or something in that matter, and it was easy to hide yourself from those stupid humans. But tonight there was a different goal for the vampire to obtain and it might be a little bit more tricky. Though the woman still thought it would be no trouble at all. She was following Elijah Sabrer through the streets, and she wasn't sure where the hell he was going, but she was sure it would not be as difficult as she was right now holding up for herself. But better not underestimate the enemy. In fact, Ry even had a plan. She knew the Sabrer boy was a huge fan of partying and she thought he was just taking a shortcut to another bar. Stupid boy, not knowing what the hell was awaiting him. But then again, she couldn't blame him. In fact, she even felt sorry for him, for a bit. If his genes would just be as the ones of the other firetamers in his wealthy family, there would be no way Ryanna was following him around in this fashion. Ofcourse, she might have played her little game with him, and party with him, but not what she was gonna end up doing to him tonight. But as Elijah Sabrer was the only human in the powerful Sabrer family, he was a disgrace. A disgrace to all firetamers and with them to all supernaturals. And no, Ryanna Coliste could not let him walk away with that so easily. It was her job, no, her goal in life, to avenge supernaturals who had been done harm by humans. Because humans were worthless, filthy and treacherous. They could not be trusted. Plus, she had the idea that this particular human would earn her a lot of money, which wasn't unimportant either. For the dark-eyed beauty above all only one thing counted; money. Money was what was needed to keep her business going, to make sure she lived the live she lived right now. Though honestly, Ryanna just took everything she wanted and no one ever interfered. Ofcourse they didn't dare to do so, since she'd bite off their heads, or snap their necks like twigs just as easily. Yes, this woman was that badass. Everyone seemed to make way for her, as if she was Prince Ali herself. All, but one. Her eyes flickered dangerously at the thought of that specific person, that specific human even. The one person who had fought her and actually survived it. Ry's shoulder still hurt a bit from the nasty blow he had striked her with there. No, Westley Taylor was something extremely different. She hated him, loathed him and was sure that the next time he crossed her path, she would not spare him the way she had during their last fight. She still hated herself for that. But now she had to focus back on what her job was; capturing Elijah Sabrer. And for this, the leader of the black slave market had a plan. It was a mean, nasty plan, and she wasn't sure if she could handle doing it without gagging, but it would be hers. Elijah here wasn't alone, you see. She had been following him around for a while, but he constantly had met up with new people. And she was sure he would be meeting up new people pretty soon, if she didn't strike now. But they would worry. They would wonder where he was. But hey, wasn't that the most exciting thing about it all? Sane people would think she needed that time advantage she wasn't gonna have by getting him now. But Ryanna chose a different approach. "Do you think it's wise, strutting around these dark alleys all on your own?" The woman said, exposing herself from the shadows, a seductive hint-of-a-smile gliding up her bloodred lips. For any normal guy (taken or not), this was enough to drive them insane. She wondered how that would be for Elijah Sabrer. Not that it would matter, truly. He would be hers anyways.	[atrb=width,140] words , enough words tagged , elijah/emily <3 notes , here we go dundundunnnn outfit , here
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[elijah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #f1f1f1 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] YOU'RE MY FAVORITE EXPLOSION A VIOLIN WITH NO HANDS PLAYS BE SATISFIED ITS ALL YOU HAVE I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID FRIEND OF A FRIEND NEED CHANGES AT THE PARTY Normal night. There was nothing special about this particular night. It was the regular agenda. Wake up, feeling miserable. Wander around the apartment for a few minutes. Call and catch up with people. Go outside. Go from place to place and see how many people he can possibly piss off in the manner of minutes. Then to hours. All that good stuff today. He was just about to the point where he was getting distance from Vaeda. Nothing was going to change how he felt about her, but at least this way, she wasn’t going to have some conflicts between the guy who wanted to be the boyfriend and the boy who was the boyfriend. Elijah knew better than that. He couldn’t just come waltzing in and demanding the girl. That was a low move. And he really did care about what Derek and Vaeda thought about it- no matter how much he acted like it meant squat to him. In fact, it mattered too much. Elijah respected Derek. If it were him, Elijah would make sure Vaeda didn’t go drinking or anything again. Which was the perfect reason to go drinking. Not that he needed one. Elijah seriously needed to go to rehab or something. Would he? Of course not. There was no point. He couldn’t get over the fact he was going to be nothing less than a pathetic human in the family full of superiors. He was surprised they hadn’t sent someone to go and kill him already. Actually, no, he knew the reason why the Sabrers didn’t want to kill him. That would just show the sign of weakness to the others. They were trying to portray Elijah as a useful human while all at the same time, trying to keep him locked away in a tower where he wasn’t going to do that whole ‘go into public’ thing. Still, a death was just the perfect excuse as to why everyone else was above that. Yes, he was reminded often how he was a burden on the whole family. Why he didn’t leave was beyond him. He just liked having them watch him screw up his life. In a sense, it was ruining theirs just as much. So ha. Bar hopping wasn’t generally the way he spent his night, but why not? A friend suggested it to him. The only problem was the friend got drunk at the second bar and passed out. Elijah had almost forgotten that the man had been the biggest lightweight guy he knew besides all the night twenty-one year olds that were nervously drinking in public. He was twenty-one. But no-where was he nervous about drinking in public. So he sat in the same spot for a while. Looking around wondering if he should find a partner to wander around with him or if he should just mind his own business. At that point, he wasn’t yet drunk. He was barely past the stages and he really needed to get there. The thing he was trying to do now was unacceptable. So for the next couple of bars, he had someone with him. Usually someone he just randomly met that had the same though process. It was a group of people or it was just one of them walking with him. Either way, he hadn’t been alone until the last one. By this time, he was having a harder time walking. But not yet super fumbling over himself drunk. More like silly life of the party drunk. The next one was going to be the one to really hit him. He had no idea what kind of literal sense this was going to take out of him. He wasn’t sure what it was about the last bar that made him just leave everyone without having someone with him. He didn’t think anything of it. What was going to happen? Going to get abducted? No, he didn’t have that fear. That fear came for women considering most men were able to take care of themselves. He was no far from not being in shape. He would be fine. Plus, a little bit of alcohol was making some bad decisions for him. Whatever. He didn’t care. It didn’t even occur to him that something would happen. He scuffled his feet below him, looking down and trying to stay in a straight as he started to enter the darkest part of the neighborhood. Near the deserted alleyway. That had the rumor of always having ‘disappearing people’ which was the stupidest thing he thought. However, suddenly, out popped a figure from the shadows. Elijah didn’t have very good instincts, clearly. All he could think of was how striking this woman was. She came out and her features just sparked as much as it could possible. Clear blue eyes. Not… pretty. But down-right sex on legs. Elijah just looked her over quickly, his drunk mind starting to whirl in this giant circle. ”Oh, I can handle quite a few things on my own, thank you.” He told her confidently. Meaning that in several different ways. Elijah had always been determined to take care of himself whenever he figured out he was human. As if he would be insanely judged if something were to happen to him as opposed to the same thing happening to a supernatural. ”But sure, regular people.” He told her, showing off a little bit. It was amazing how much confidence he suddenly got when drinking. Not benefiting him now. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY SERENA. THIS POST HAS 917 WORDS FOR THE LOVELY [RY/DINO] AND EXCITMENT!

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[atrb=width,240] A woman like Ryanna always got what she wanted. It didn't matter what it was, but if she wanted it, it was hers to have. Whether it was a possession, a guy, power, or blood, it was hers. Like Westley Taylor. Westley Taylor was her prey, her enemy, and she was the only one who was allowed to kill him. If anyone else did, she would make sure that that person would regret doing it. They would ask her for mercy, and she wouldn't give them any. Because Ryanna Coliste did not show mercy. Mercy was for cowards and fools, and mercy always worked against you. You showed mercy and they would stab you in the back when they were sure they were safe. No, people could not be trusted and especially humans. Humans were the most despicable, the filthiest beings that walked around this earth. And they would be punished. Ry's deep hatred for humans went back far and deep. It had started before she had even become a supernatural. It had started with her husband, who she hadn't loved, who so viciously had killed her lover and the kid that she had conceived from this young man. Pansj had had to pay with death, but the egyptian woman had had to pay a higher price. The death of the ones she loved, while she survived and had to feel the pain, the remourse and the mourning. And she had had to go through it all on her own. Her kid gone, her lover gone and all that was left was her menacing husband, who terrorized her out of his anger, agony and jealousy for her youth and beauty, that for him had perished years prior to it. Perished before she had even been born. Until after another year of abusement, her husband went of out of control with it and sent her to the court of justice. And as unfair as it was, Ryanna got sentenced to death. Because she was a high born woman from the court of Cleopatra, it was like the empress that Ry got bitten by two king cobras to die from the venom. However, it was then that her brother had turned her to be what she still was now, and would be until eternity. How and why Ronan had become a vampire, Ryanna after 2000 years still did not know. As much as she had the upperhand in anything in their little family, her brother had always denied her this one thing of his life. How he was turned, who was his turner and how he had managed to keep it hidden for so long. But Ry still did not hate him because he had turned her. He had had the opportunity to keep her 'alive', and he had. Because he loved her. And he was her brother, she loved him too. Though at times the egyptian wished she was now dead and together with Pansj again, she did not want to have missed a part of her life that she called the happiest part of it. Though the time she had spent with her brother and sisters, travelling around the country in a whirlwind of destruction was shitty, because Ronan and Ryanna had constantly been fighting over who should have the power and be in charge. Based on age, it should be Ronan, but his younger sibling did not do very well with orders. And after their separation, the vampire had met Anthony Rosetti. She had hated him at first, she had to admit that, it was true. He had hated her too. They were constantly in the same area, always going after the same prey. Until the woman had realized that she started liking his company, his sneery remarks and his asshole-ness. And he admitted he likd her feistyness and how evil she was. The two of them had been in love from the very first moment they met, and had been drawn towards each other like a gravitational force, but they had needed some time to see it. Travelling around with Anthony had been the happiest part of her long life, and nothing was the same now he was gone. It was why she hated Westley so much, for being the murderer of her fiancée, but at the same time reminding her so much of Anthony. Ofcourse the hunter would never be as evil, or try to be part of her slave market, she had taken over from her dead fiancée, but just their personalities. No. That filthy human Westley Taylor does NOT look like Anthony. Don't insult him like that, the dark-haired woman sneered at herself internally, before forcing herself to focus back on her task. She had been distracted for long enough anyways. As she emerged from the shadows and faced Elijah Sabrer, the woman knew that he was not as stone-cold as he wanted her to think he was. He was drunk, and drunk people were like an open book to read. Especially for someone with as much life experiance as Ry had. He wasn't like her, stone-cold hearted, not caring about anything anymore. Not believing in love anymore. Elijah believed, and Elijah cared. For a moment she pitied him, being mocked, by and being a burden to his family, but she shrugged it off just as easily. Guys like this were only meant to get rid off. Which was exaclty what Ry was gonna do. "Well, I should've guessed with a guy looking as brave as you do." Ryanna said, her voice filled with warm flattery. He was drunk and alone, and did not have a hook-up with him. Ry could be as innocent as she wanted to be, though only the blind and the drunk fell for it. "Maybe someone as tough as you are could walk a girl like me home. After all, I'm just a tiny and I don't really feel comfortable here all on my own and I live a bit away from the city." her hand was placed on his arm, as if to feel his muscles and the look she casted him was pure innocence. If only she hadn't been biting her bottom lip like that, trailing with her gaze from his eyes over his lips. It gave the impression that she wanted him to do more than just walk her home. That he would be rewarded for it. It took Ryanna all her effort not to gag about that thought, but she appeared to want him. As long as he thought she wanted him, things were fine. If not, there was always the more aggressive plan B. "Are you coming?" Ryanna asked in her low, seductive murmur, as she walked past him, her body brushing slightly against his. Guys were so stupid, if they wanted to be. Because the house she was referring to was nowhere near where she actually lived.	[atrb=width,140] words , 1150 words tagged , elijah/emily <3 notes , here we go dundundunnnn outfit , here
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[elijah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #f1f1f1 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] YOU'RE MY FAVORITE EXPLOSION A VIOLIN WITH NO HANDS PLAYS BE SATISFIED ITS ALL YOU HAVE I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID FRIEND OF A FRIEND NEED CHANGES AT THE PARTY There wasn’t a drunk he knew that was smart enough to do anything right. The general rumor was that anything could happen. That wasn’t really true. Thoughts still ran through his head like any other night. The difference was that when he was drinking quite a bit, everything seemed like a good idea. Like it was a good idea to go and jump on this tablet to see if he was able to skid across it. Stupid stuff like that. Even now, his little walk by himself felt like it was going to be the greatest experience ever. It was better than wandering around the house by himself. Elijah felt like he wasn’t going to be threatened much. If he was going to get mugged, they weren’t going to find anything on him. He was finally recovering from the winterball. After getting his ass handed to him, he took care of himself pretty well (knowing all the fun first-aid techniques). It still hurt when he did certain things (laying down too fast or falling over) but it wasn’t too bad for what was handed to him. Even sober, he would have to admit this woman was ridiculously sexy. Now he was looking at her, and she saw very clearly she was looking. Elijah wasn’t even planning out any of what would happen next. Some guys had a game plan and went in with a game plan, but Elijah went in and winged it. If something happened, oh fantastic. If something didn’t happen, damn it. Ah well, better luck next time. Elijah wasn’t going to make extra effort toward a woman if he could help it. The ones worth it wouldn’t be ones that he would have to fake to be someone else. Hookups were supposed to be fun. Not something he craved and tried to get himself into. Though he might try a little bit for this one. What else did broken hearted souls do? Besides drink he supposed. But from what it appeared, he wasn’t going to have to work very hard. Her sweet voice sounded flattered and he stood up a little straighter, kind of like a peacock after his compliment. Elijah didn’t think of his looks very much. He was told that he looked better than most men, but it didn’t really matter enough to him to care. It was nice to be complimented by this woman though. Did he really look brave? While she looked away for a moment, he looked over himself. He supposed there was a possible way to look brave. Because of his human useless powers, he tried to make himself as dangerous as he good, so a good trip to the gym at least twice a week made him pretty bulky. He was strong. For a human. There was a sly smile on his face as he put a hand through his hair, missing at first, but managing to get there. ”Aw, I try.” He mused, now putting both his hands in his pockets. She went over and worked her charm quite well. Elijah watched her arm and smiled at her. He was sure that she was fully able to take care of herself, but this was a nice line to give to someone like him. Sure, why not? Elijah was already wasted and maybe it would help him and forgetting Vaeda. He actually hadn’t thought of her most of the night because of all these other things to look at. This would be good for him. Elijah just had to make sure that he wasn’t going to get himself addicted to sex the way he was addicted to his drinking. As long as it didn’t go to that extent, he should be fine. As he was standing there thinking to himself, she gave him a look that showed pure innocence. Except for her glancing over him while biting her lip. His eyebrow perched as he almost gave a pose, knowing that she was looking at him the same way he was looking at her. Man, this was moving along fast. They hadn’t said a couple of words to each other and she was already all for it. The sober Elijah might of thought she was a weird slut that was weird as fuck, but drunk Elijah could give a care. She brushed against him, being as seductive as possible. This really was quick. It was almost as if Elijah was hitting all the jackpots. Except the fact that his best friend was off somewhere getting even more drunk- if he didn’t pass out. That was how Elijah did it. Going as far as blacking out was somehow the only way he stopped. ”And how far away is your home exactly?” He asked, trying to sound as if he couldn’t wait. That was part of it, but the rest of it was he actually wasn’t sure how much more he could walk. All of it hadn’t really kicked in yet. Part of him kind of hoped that he sobered up a little bit considering that he wanted to remember this. Still. He supposed that it could have been worse. Not running into her at all. If Elijah had any thought, he would have seen what he was walking into. The man was smart. Most of the time. He was certainly book smart, having over a 4.0 for the first couple of years. He just hadn’t quite made it through the rest of the years. ”Now, I do have you know your name.” Elijah wasn’t all up for the mysterious stranger. A name would have been nice. No, more than nice. Fantastic. He just pictured her being Starla, Foxy, or Roxanne. Something like that. But that was his own imagination run on with it. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY SERENA. THIS POST HAS 961 WORDS FOR THE LOVELY [RY/DINO] AND EXCITMENT!

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[atrb=width,240] Drunk humans, they were even more pathetic and ridiculous than normal ones. The stench without the whole alcohol odour was bad enough, but together it nearly made Ryanna and her well-developed senses nauseous. But she had to keep her cover, she had to stay focussed on her task, namely getting Elijah Sabrer to go with her. And that was proven to be even more easy than she thought it would be. Honestly, if he didn't cooperate, she'd just knock him out and take him with her anyways, but it was such a drag to walk with an unconcious body over your shoulder. Ry did not particularly enjoy that, so this approach worked better and turned out to be even more effective. And it did not make people look up in surprise that a gorgeous girl like her was taking a boy home. People were used to things like that, pathetically. The vampire never understood why people needed the urge to get so drunk they would not remember the next day. Honestly that was not for Ry at all. She disliked losing any form of control, because it meant people could stab you in the back and she didn't like it. Like that one time she hadn't had all things under control and was distracted for a moment, she had let Westley Taylor run. And it was not something she'd do ever again. No, that hunter was gonna pay, no matter what, and she had to stop thinking about him so much, since it was annoying and frustrating. She'd better focus herself on Gideon, who was taking more and more space in her head as well. Damn, crowdy heads were never a plus. The vampire had to empty her head to make sure that she was focussed on her task and that she would enjoy it. Because above all, Ryanna wanted to enjoy breaking down every little part of what now still was Elijah Sabrer. And though she hoped she wouldn't have to kiss him, if it had to happen, it was that way and she'd try not to throw up. Desperate times called for desperate measures even though that saying did not really apply to a woman like Ryanna, who never had desperate times. She had had them, sure but they were all in the past. Now she'd just make sure that no one could make her feel that way ever again. And she was succeeding in that pretty well, luckily. People feared her, hated her, sure, and she couldn't care less. It was better to be feared than anything else. Loved she could no longer be, and neither could she love, but any other thing was impossible. Even if she had a mutual respect thing (and maybe more, even if her mind did not allow her to go there) with Gideon, he was one of the few people she could actually stand. The rest hated her and she hated them, or they envied her or they admired her. Anyways, Ryanna couldn't care less. Really, it was not a big deal anyways. People traded with her or they didn't and their loathing no longer hurt her. Not even Westley Taylor's. Especially not that pesky hunter's. Her grin widened into a sneaky smile as he responded to her flirting. Or well 'flirting'. She did not mean a single thing of what she said, but well, Elijah didn't know that. He was too cocky to even consider that. Though honestly only paranoid people though that way. "My house? Don't worry, it's not that far." Ry said with a grin, her hand gliding around his wrist to guide him along. Luckily the abandoned werehouses were not that far away from here, in fact it was a perfect path to there. It was going all too easy, but then again, that's what being drunk resulted to; numbing the brains, doing stupid things. Not things the vampire really enjoyed, but luckily for her the Sabrer disgrace did. Well, she couldn't really blame him, knowing who he was. "My name? I'm Roxanne. And you?" Ryanna lied, since she did not enjoy giving her real name to people, since it usually associated people with darksided stuff and she couldn't have that, especially not now. The devious woman guided Elijah along the dark alleys towards her den, where no one ever came out alive unless they were going ahead to face their death with other supernaturals. In her opinion, Elijah Sabrer wasn't gonna survive either. Served him right, being a disgrace for his family. "Here it is. Close your eyes." The woman hissed in the guy's ear as they arrived at her house. Couldn't have him peeking, now could she?	[atrb=width,140] words , 779 words tagged , elijah/emily <3 notes , here we go dundundunnnn outfit , here
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #f1f1f1 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] YOU'RE MY FAVORITE EXPLOSION A VIOLIN WITH NO HANDS PLAYS BE SATISFIED ITS ALL YOU HAVE I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID FRIEND OF A FRIEND NEED CHANGES AT THE PARTY The man was shocked that he was this appealing in this state. It wasn’t as if he looked in the reflection and admired himself all the time when he was sober, but all the time. When he was sober, he hadn’t paid much attention to his looks. For him, other things were a tad more important than what was in the mirror. It was apparent that he looked good from the attention he grabbed sometimes, but as far as he knew, this chick could be as wasted as he was and thought he looked like a god. Who knew what she actually looked like when his eyes would focus the right way. Maybe she looked the exact same. It was hard to tell. He would have to find out when he woke up, he suppose. If this was indeed what they were doing. She made all kinds of indications that it was exactly what was going on. It was just hard for Elijah to really believe it. Met this woman out of the blue and within a few sentences, she convinced him to move on forward. It was amazing. Like she had a gift. Elijah thought she was probably a witch. But what was she going to do, eat him? He giggled at the sentence before not understanding why he was sounding like such a worrier. This was Elijah. Life of the party! He just rolled with all of it and asked question when he woke up! Everyone loved him again when he had a couple of shots. Bottles. Same difference. No one else seemed to complain… except, well uh- Vaeda. She usually was the one to look at him and shake her head, wondering what he was doing with his life. Honestly, he wasn’t doing much with his life. Honestly, he could actually care less. There was no reason to care if they were going to avoid each other. Although Elijah deeply cared about the werewolf, he was forced to stay away. Derek had come over to his house the other day to remind him of that. The fight was verbal. As opposed to the winter ball. He wasn’t sure which one was worse. He wasn’t sure if he was pestering her with questions or not, but he just had to know these things. They were important to his daily life! Elijah tried not to giggle to that, as he would just be sitting there giggling the entire time. Everything just seemed funny in his mind. Man, he was hilarious. He should have stayed drunk twenty-four hours a day. It didn’t occur to him that while he was sober he hated himself, but his mind was nowhere in the right place anyway. He might as well been sitting there and letting her drag him to his death. Which was what he was doing. He had no idea the beautiful woman in front of him was one of the most dangerous vampires. Perhaps if she gave her real name, there would be a little recognition. There were little people that didn’t know the name and not shriek in absolute horror. Some people knew that she was just dangerous. Few knew what actually happened behind the curtain. Elijah just knew it was bad and it was with humans. Being a vampire, he assumed just playing with her food. Oh, if only he knew. Elijah thought that was the best choice. Her place had been just a lucky guess, but he was pretty proud of himself for thinking of that logic. He decided to announce it. ”That is fantabulous!” He exclaimed, not even knowing the definition of the word he shouted, ”Cause you know, you must be comfortable there. And my house is so far away! It’s about the third street down from crossing over to the middle of the town, but its still considered on the old town property. It’s not a bad house.” He said, finding that he was starting to ramble and shut his mouth. What could be the worst thing right now is if he ruined it with drunken ramble. The way this woman was practically running, you’d think she just couldn’t wait to get all of his clothes off and ravage him like a beast. Elijah found out that he was very okay with this. The wonderfulness that was his body. Bitches loved bodies. Elijah had his hands on his hips for a little bit, but he placed them back to his sides when she told him the name. He started laughing. Two lucky guesses in a row! Score! ”I’m not surprised. Someone with that name has got to match that face.” He told her, not aware that he switched up some of the words. Still meant the same thing to him. He was having a hard time not being amused by every little thing that was around him. This street was weird to him. It wasn’t really what he was used to. He felt like he had never been down to this part of town and he had lived here his entire life. Elijah blinked and picked at his finger nails until she reached his door. He was prepared for anything! He was about to barge in, but she came up close to him and whispered seductively into his ear. Elijah obeyed and nodded like a kid about to receive a Christmas present. So this was going down the kinky road? Fun. ”Okay, but just to let you know…” He began, but not being able to finish because he forgot. There was this creeping feeling in his stomach. Something felt… weird. If he were sober, he would see the entire danger of the situation and told her to fuck off. Now, it was just this feeling. The kind of feeling he got when watching horror movies and it was dead silent on the television. Like the bad guy was going to pop in the window at any second. Oh God. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY SERENA. THIS POST HAS 961 WORDS FOR THE LOVELY [RY/DINO] AND SHOULD WE DO THE MORNING AFTER IN KIND OF A SOBER ELIJAH BICKER? XD

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[atrb=width,240] It was far too easy to fool humans, Ryanna had experianced. They tried to see nothing but the good in people, kindly blacking out the bad traits that every person possessed, especially women like Ryanna Coliste herself. Plus, humans showed their weaknesses far too easy. They did not even try to mask their fears, soft spots, or in Elijah's case; their reckless drunkness. It turned him into a cocky man, a trait the vampire disliked in people anyways, but especially in humans. They were pathetic, the weakest species and yet felt the need to act as if they owned the world while creatures like Ry could snap their necks with one tiny movement. It would not even be an effort for them. The way Ry saw it, humans were good for nothing, expect maybe for the purposes in which she sold them to other supernaturals. Elijah Sabrer could actually call himself lucky that he was part of that wellknown firetamer family, because otherwise his refugee at the abandoned werehouses would be even less pleasant than it would be now. See, there were too categories in the whole slave market bizz. The ones who were valuable enough to go to the auction and the others who were just sold to people who passed by on a regular day, as if doing your groceries. But Elijah was a Sabrer, and not only that, he was the only human in that family. A misfunctioning in his genes, poor baby was a monster. But he'd raise Ryanna a lot of money on the auction, and the slaves for the auction should atleast be a bit presentable, unlike the pieces of dirt that she kept in the lowest dungeons of her den. So basically he was lucky that she'd take him to the ground floor of her head quarters, were the most valuable possessions were kept. They atleast got some food (though 'food' was a broad description for the gore those people got) and the tormenting would be minimal. They could not be as broken as the other slaves were, since at the auction the more civilized, richer supernaturals gathered, who liked to do the breaking bones stuff themselves, the torturing. And that was fine, because they also paid more. But some harassing had to be done, to show even those slaves that Ryanna and no one but Ryanna was the boss. But they weren't that far yet. First Ry had to lure Elijah to her den, without too much bruising, because bruising would make an ugly slave and be worth less, especially in the margins in which this one would be sold. But Elijah so far hadn't noticed anything yet, just his pretty 'Roxy' who would take him to her home and have her own little freakshow way with him. Oh she would, just differently, but Elijah didn't know that yet. Funny, how stupid drunken people were, feeling they were all awesome. Well after the vampire was done with him, this despicable human would probably feel rather different about himself. "It definately is". Ryanna nodded at Elijah's drunken slurs, gliding her hand in his (feeling her skin burn against his, the filth mentally creeping up her body), somehow she managed to touch him without shivering, and it didn't take long for them to arrive at the abandoned werehouses. They arrived pretty quickly, which was a surprise when you noticed her victim's stumbling, but somehow he managed to keep up with Ryanna's pace. She hadn't gone too fast, but for a drunk person everything but a snail's pace was fast. He closed his eyes for her and started rambling on, but Ry glid her hands along his arms, gently tugging them behind his back without making him notice it. "Just don't speak and enjoy.. And above all, don't open your eyes until I say so." She hissed in his ear, her lips brushing over it gently. It tasted like mud in her mouth and the ancient vampire was repulsed by herself, but it worked and she gently pushed him into her den, where sooner or later, Elijah Sabrer would get a wake up call. One look towards the cells made the imprisoned people fly towards the back of their cells, everything was silence, except the sinister ticking of her heels on the cold concrete floor. Most cells were completely full, people pushed into them like sardines in a can, but not on the ground floor. Lucky Elijah. Letting go off him, Ryanna gave the man a rather hard push, especially compared to her gentle behaviour of before. "Sleep tight, Elijah." The woman sneered, a mocking smile on her lips as she strided away. The next morning it was the mistress of the house herself who had first duty of feeding the upperclass slaves and occassionally giving her dungeon slaves some water so they wouldn't die out of dehydration. The gore of today was darkbrown and actually looked a lot like dog shit. What it was, the woman didn't know, her cooks just dumped a whole lot of filth in the cans and handed it to her. It was disgusting either way. The amount of food was the minimal to survive, because more they did not deserve, and Ryanna always enjoyed strolling past the cells in the dungeons where the slaves would actually jump up to the front of the cell, pushing their hands through the bar to beg for food and water, even if it looked like mud. She tossed some water into the cells, which splattered all over the floor and made the slaves surround around the splatters to lick it off the floor. That's how much the vampire broke them, that's how pathetic they were. And off to the upper class slaves, woohoo. "Goodmorning you filthy rats." The woman sneered, gliding with her hand along the bars of the cells while tossing buckets with the filthy gore into the cells, one each, a bucket for ten slaves. "Morning Elijah. How is the hangover?" Ryanna said, cackling a little. Because he was about the most pathetic human around here, a disgrace to her family, and he had been so stupid to fall for her tricks with open eyes, she felt like taunting him a little.	[atrb=width,140] words , 1040 words tagged , elijah/emily <3 notes , aaand 'morning after' post outfit , here
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #f1f1f1 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] YOU'RE MY FAVORITE EXPLOSION A VIOLIN WITH NO HANDS PLAYS BE SATISFIED ITS ALL YOU HAVE I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID FRIEND OF A FRIEND NEED CHANGES AT THE PARTY Elijah was sure that he was dreaming. All of this didn’t add up. He was attractive, but there was little chance that this beautiful woman was going to find him randomly walking and invite him over without any other thought or question about it. This had to be a trick. Elijah was sure it was. He’d let the guys get this one. He had no shame. In his mind, the worse that could happen was that he got undressed and then suddenly the lights turned on and there was everyone. In this scenario, he didn’t think he would suffer too much. Elijah would laugh it off and put on his clothes. End of the story. Sure, whatever worked. He thought then again- what if she wasn’t putting a trick on him? If it was true, it would be worth a little humiliation if it wasn’t. There was something nagging at him telling him different, but like everything else, he was ignoring it. Just wonderfully wandering and let him play the doll for a couple of hours. She was so good at persuading him too. Just the way she could move her words to make him move himself. Honestly, she didn’t have to lead her hand for anything. Yes, he was sure that he would be running into everything if he did, but she really didn’t need to. The human was excited. Like a kid that was about to walk into Disney World. He was silenced with a couple of hisses that tickled his ear. It made him laugh but he then stayed straight face. He wasn’t supposed to say a damn word until he walked in and she said so. Surprise or something. ”Okay…” He whispered to himself, letting the whisper barely escape his lips, hoping that she didn’t hear it so he wasn’t going to ruin anything. Elijah was a good boy, he swore. Very carefully and stumbling only a little bit, he followed as best as he could while he was blind. There was something about this place. He could heart he heels click and it felt suddenly cold in one spot. What, was she a vampire or something? Oh wait that thought hadn’t occurred to him. He thought it in a joke on the expense of all the cheesy stuff they had about vampires. Lived in cold and darkness with coffins and such. Now that he realized that this could be a legit vampire, he shivered. No, Elijah, don’t’ think about that. Vampires freaked him out the most. It was something that firetamers were immune to because it burned tongues, but he was no firetamer. Not a bit. This rule didn’t apply to someone like him. Still, as he was thinking all of this through of what could have possibly been (sometimes he forgot there were supernaturals out there believe it or not. Mostly when he drank), he was thrown somewhere. Elijah disobeyed and opened his eyes to find himself on a concrete floor in a… was this a cage? Holy shit, this chick was kinky as shit. What was he going to do? He didn’t sign up for this! Whips were not his thing. Perhaps he should have mentioned there. Damn he knew there was a catch. As he was about to explain everything, her cold voice echoed, sleep tight Elijah. Does this mean he wasn’t going to get laid? Elijah was confused. But hitting on the ground so hard really made his heart start spinning. Tunnel vision. Going. Going. Gone. Until the next morning. A throbbing headache pierced right in the middle of his forehead. He had woken up wondering where he was many mornings, but this was not one of them. At once, he remembered. He looked around him. He wasn’t alone. Most of the others were asleep or gasping something awful. Elijah was alone. By himself in a small little cell. He rolled over and sat up, trying to figure all of this out and not coming to any reasonable conclusion. Nothing made sense. Slavery was illegal everywhere. Yes, the supernatural wanted to change that once war started, but as far as he was concerned, he hadn’t started yet. This didn’t look some kind of camp. This was inside of a place that he closed his eyes for. Oh of course, he closed his eyes. That was when Elijah started thinking about all the dumbass things he had done the night before. Why did he make choices when drinking? He remembered being really excited and just letting this complete stranger get his way. That fucking bitch. Elijah was furious. Trapped. For a moment, he rattled some of the cell bars. None of them even budged for him. They weren’t made out of iron. It was some stronger material. Or something. Elijah peered closer, trying to figure it out, but looking around, he already saw this was some sort of prison. Now he was trying to figure out what he had done in the past month or so that would have been illegal. No spy downloading on the internet or anything, right? Elijah’s headache grew and threw himself at the ground. He didn’t know what time in the morning it was, but he stayed awake for all of it. Up until he heard someone coming in and his glare intensified. Calling them rats. Who the fuck was she to tell? Elijah, furious, stood straight up and threw himself at the bars, gripping them and shook them. Or attempted to. Instead ending up shaking himself. There was something she was bringing and he growled, ”It’s fucking terrible. Who are you? What am I doing here?” He asked. ”I know you know who I am. And that you realize how much trouble you’re going to be in?” He asked. As much as Elijah hated his family and cursed every single one of them, they didn’t like one of them to be messed with. Especially the weakest link. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY SERENA. THIS POST HAS 991 WORDS FOR THE LOVELY [RY/DINO] AND LOVETHISWHYDOI I'M A HORRIBLE PERSON

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[atrb=width,240] Sometimes Ryanna wondered whether she had been as easy to fool when she had been human, and realized that the answer was probably yes. Humans were blind for their own mistakes and weaknesses and pretended they could do anything, like they could defeat anyone. And likewise Ryanna had easily believed that her fiancée might not have been ideal, but that he was a gentleman and would treat her well. Oh, how wrong she had been. Ignacio had been a brutal man, something she hadn't foreseen until her pregnancy. It had been stupid, she had been stupid to believe that her affair with the love of her life wouldn't come out, that cheating was something she could do. It really wasn't, and she hadn't been able to force herself to blame everything on Panshj, even if he had died anyways. Her baby had died too, the lovely son she had once had. He had had her lover's eyes, which she had loved to stare in and pretend that Panshj was back with her again, that they were finally together, but it was never meant to be. Even now after death she still wasn't with him. And neither was she with Anthony. You see, that's the stupidity about humans, they think love can conquer all, but that wasn't true. That was stupid, putting your hopes up for nothing. And sure some people got lucky and the movies got lucky, but the humans were too easy in believing in that that was good. Like Elijah was too easy to convince that she -a total stranger- was so taken by him that she immediately wanted to take him home. Another option didn't even occur to him, while there were enough human rapists and robbers around without even counting the 'supernatural scum'. He was so easy with everything, he just walked with her, not even doubting where they were going, since the abandoned werehouses were pretty far from the civilization of Manuka, mainly to keep the supernaturals that came here safe and to keep her business safe. Sure, police could come here and arrest her, but seriously, what could they do? They sure as hell didn't know that, but Ry was over 2000 years old and she'd kill them within seconds. Without remorse. But back to Elijah, who was a fool. She had never truly seen such a big fool but then again she could probably blame that on the amount of alcohol he had consumed, which judging by the stench that hung around him like smog, had been quite a lot. She didn't get that one either, the teenagers who drank to get drunk. When Ryanna was younger, alcohol had been a rarity, a delicacy and she had learned how to cherish it. And then along came the Middle Ages, but they were barbarians that Ry hadn't given much attention to because she was used to so much better manners all around. She had come from a sophisticated society, and the Middle Ages had definitely not been her thing. But by then she was powerful enough to keep herself alive and take leading roles in society that made her life more bearable. As she watched Elijah close his eyes and just let her lead him inside, putting his full trust in her, it made the ancient vampire realize that this era wasn't much different from the Middle Ages. Sure, the technology had improved and all that, but people were still rude, most lacked proper manners and they were disgusting and vulgar. The poor were still poor, as they would always be poor, and the rich were still rich, as they would always be. Though the scenery had definitely changed over the years, the main things always stayed. Poor-rich, hunger of power, burning down and destroying that that is different. People were so shallow, so easy to convince something was wrong. So unintelligent. That's what she felt when she pushed Elijah into the cell, and saw the expression on his face before he blacked out. Stupid. Just stupid. It was the next day when she saw him again and she was looking forward to it because she liked taunting people, especially when they deserved it, and Elijah definitely deserved it. It was his own stupid fault he was so easy to convince to go with her, his own fault that he hadn't detected the darkness and the shadows that surrounded Ryanna from all around, the power that seemed to radiate from her body. Especially when you knew about supernaturals. Dropping the gore into the cells with a careless swing, again splashing half of it all over the floor, and even the mud-like shit was licked off the floor. Even the upper class slaves could be broken. They were slaves after all, and often they didn't live that long. The moment she passed Elijah, he was rattling the bars, but since they didn't budge, he was rattling himself and that alone was something that made Ry laugh. But then he started going on about how horrible all of this was and whether she knew who his family was and blahblahblah. The vampire felt like she should make a point to him that nobody here talked to her like that. They cringed and crawled for her, but they didn't speak. Grabbing a spile in both her hands, Ryanna bowed them aside to create an opening in the cell without any effort, stepping inside and closing them again. Her face was both emotionless and dark, as she stepped closer to the fake firetamer, being as tiny as she was, she was pretty sure she was still pretty intimidating for a woman who was only 5'4. The next moment she smiled an ominious smile at him, before her hand shot out to smash him with his back against the wall, her hand pressing against his chest. "Listen to me, you filthy pig, because these are the rules. 1) you do not address me or act rude towards me in any way or I'll kill you. 2) You do not get to know my name, or where we are, or why you're here, all you gotto do, is shut your mouth be the least of a bother to me. 3) the moment you even try to do funny stuff or escape, I will know, so just give up that hope. 4) have a nice stay." She ended with the typical stewardess smile and voice, before shoving him harder into the wall and letting go, getting out of the cell again through the spiles, bowing them back into their original position. Then she turned around, a knowing, malicious sneer present on her face. "Besides that, of course I know who your family is. But I am over 2000 years old, sweetheart. What are they gonna do?"	[atrb=width,140] words , 1133 words tagged , elijah/emily <3 notes , ry just got serious x.x and sorry for the wait! outfit , here
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[elijah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #f1f1f1 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] YOU'RE MY FAVORITE EXPLOSION A VIOLIN WITH NO HANDS PLAYS BE SATISFIED ITS ALL YOU HAVE I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID FRIEND OF A FRIEND NEED CHANGES AT THE PARTY It wasn’t a surprise that Elijah had done some pretty stupid stuff in his time. Most of the time, the stupid stuff had involved alcohol. When alcohol was involved, all voices of reason left him. Even after hurling over the railing, he still went and reached for another one to see if he could continue on strong. Though hurling wasn’t something he did often. Most of the time, he passed out before that. Now, his head was throbbing and he felt like he was suddenly in a middle ages setting. Turning back into time when the prison cells were dark and rotten. Elijah felt like it couldn’t get much worse than this. Clearly he was being held prisoner, but for what? Ransom? Fuck, like his family would actually pay money for him to be set free. Actually, they’d just go after the people themselves. Full on attack. Though he wasn’t sure how far they would get with this one. God, how could he had been so stupid. All the signs were there. He remembered a sexy goddess walking, leading him like a siren to his death. Or whatever this was. Could very well be hell and he died. Welp, he knew that was coming. His headache seemed to grow when he saw her come through all the shadows. Like the she-devil smiling at him. The cover of him was trying to stay tough. Demand answers and hope to get some without any interruption. Inside, he was a little more terrified on what mess he had just landed himself in. How he was going to get out was beyond him as well. Looking up, he saw the bars were full secure without even the meaning to budge. He was surrounded. If he could even get one of these idiots in the other place to listen to him, he was sure they’d all tremble at the sound of another audible authority voice. A terrible thought came to him. Would he end up like that too? Pathetic and broken in like a stallion? On his knees at the very sight of someone who was significantly smaller than her though her look might as well been as sharp as her tongue. Not sweet and perfect like Vaedas. Oh, Vaeda. He looked up, as if he might see her figure here. Thinking about her always made him feel a little warmer, even in this small tight caged place. He wished he could send her some type of mental vibe. Let her know he was alive when word started going out he was missing. Human or not, a Sabrer not being seen at the parties like usual was something to spot. His kidnapper probably knew of all of this though. That was probably one of the most aggravating. Besides the fact he had walked right into it, literally. Not even a second glance or some type of weird feeling. No, the feeling was there, but of course, he ignored it. His entire life he had grown up to hear how stupid and weak humans were. So when he figured out that’s exactly what he was, that’s how he felt. Never did he feel more like that now than ever. Even when he found out that the blood running through his veins was normal. No hint of heat at all. All of his hopes and dreams gone. Now this is how he was going to go down. One thing was certain. He was not going to go out without some type of fight. Even if he had to be beat to the ground. The temper and fire was still within his personality if it didn’t run through those veins. When she was coming in, he couldn’t hide his fear. He knew it. His face was hard, of course, but the loud pounding beat of his heart was giving him away. Also the cold sweat that overcame him at that point when she moved at him so swiftly. He actually moved towards her, trying to cover it, but she ended up pinning him against the wall with just her hand. Whatever supernatural she was, it was strong. Powerful. He could practically feel it. When she threatened death, he was half tempted to press his luck and take it, but the fact her hand was pressing up against his chest so hard, it made speech more difficult. Least to bother her? Who did she think she was? Fuck, her grip was strong. He stood, his heart still helplessly pounding. ”What no one call or visitors?” He asked with that same sarcastic tongue that got him into trouble. Just as she did, one more pounding against the wall sent him flying, hitting hard and falling to the ground. His headache boomed once he hit the ground and he let out a groan, not even being able to suppress it at the slight. When she laughed at him, he knew he was in trouble. A strong immortal. Fuck, please, no vampires. He wasn’t immune. He wasn’t… his head became dizzy once again as she said her final words to him. ”Not afraid to hit an old lady.” He said, ending with a cough. That hit had taken more on him than he had expected. Elijah wanted nothing more but to lay there. But with all the strength he could, he got up and at least sat down, crossed legged and glaring at her. His fierce ice blue eyes. He didn’t know how long he was going to be here or if he was going to get out of this alive, but he felt like he was fighting an entire army at that moment. If there was the God up there like angels suggested, please. Help him. Bowing his head, he tried to fight the headache while another cold sweat came upon him. Help. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY SERENA. THIS POST HAS 972 WORDS FOR THE LOVELY [RY/DINO] AND LOVETHISWHYDOI I'M A HORRIBLE PERSON

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