Post by Nadja on Feb 19, 2009 4:11:10 GMT -5
Basillio swept her to another dimension through the mists, he carried her, still weak and frail through the tall grasses.
Nadja clings to Basillio as they walked, as she had in her mind when he protected her. She found herself still in awe that he was here with her, in the flesh. Something she never thought to do or see again.
Basillio walked with Nadja for an endless time of short minutes. In the old nightwalkers presence time stood still. He came to a stop by a rustic old 'building' then looked down onto her sweet face. "How are you feeling, Meu Dragoste?" His voice whispered with a smooth, caressing sound.
Nadja eyes had never left his face, no attention had she yet paid to her surroundings. Her smile brightened, even if she did feel as fragile as thin glass at the moment, he had of way of giving her strength. "Much better now, Meu Stapan ..." A hand lifted to lightly touch his cheek, as if to assure herself he was really there and not another of her dreams.. Head tilted slightly, brows furrowed in a moment of thought. "How did tu know where to find Meu?" She knew they held a deeper connection than anyone could dream of having, but still to find one so far away ... it was like trying to find a particular stone on the ocean floor.
Basillio’s eyes looked down onto her face, he would smile and he would brush his hand into her gentle touch. "Nadja, I am old, so very old and I know this world and its connecting planes better than most. I was never far from you and I can travel across dimensions in the time my thoughts take me to move there." He set her gently to the ground and propped her against the building's wall, his hands leaned his weight on either side of her, shielding his tiny Rom.
Nadja finds the earth under her feet warm and without the cover of snow. Her only moment of attention to the area that they now occupied ... it was the man who stood tall over her that still held her in that trance like state. Not the kind that was unwelcome for forced, but that manner of awe that still claimed the tiny Gypsy still. "I'm glad tu are here ... many times tu have been in Meu minds eyes. Regrets felt for ever leaving, even if we both knew it was what I had to do ...." It was then a truth hit her hard, gripping her heart as if squeezing as it did her gut. A pain, although not truly physical, would show upon her features as she looked away. "I am nu the same as I was then Meu Dragoste..." Came her hushed words ..."... Meu aura is tainted." Trying to find the words and way to tell one that meant so much to her, the other she loved in a way that would never be accepted. Perhaps she loved Basillio more than she did Kieran, it made it no less painful in knowing she was now a mortal enemy of their kind and in this she feared rejection and the possibility of feeling the wrath of one she could never fight against, at least not willingly.
Basillio could but shake his head at her, his fingers light cupped her chin and brought it up to meet his wizened gaze. "Nadja, Meu Dragoste, do not hide your self from me. The moment I came back to you I felt the taint of your change." He said, "We both know this is forbidden, and with knowing this, you also must realize that I cannot leave you this way or you are forever lost to me. I will not allow that either." He pressed her body back against the building and propped his knee between her sweet thighs. "Your heart if free now, Nadja, there is no other to hold you back. I give to you again the temptation of my gift, this time to cleanse you." Basilio's head leaned over hers, his face lowering until his lips would hover before her mouth. "From the day you were born I desired to take you to me, I watched over you, as your grand mere did, keeping you protected. Now that you are grown and of this world, a woman with yearnings, sweet and innocent, I wish to taste the wine of ruby lips, to drink in the soft moans of each warm breath of discovery. I have no life to give you, Nadja, I never did. But I offer you something more, a place to stand beside me and pass together through time, in eternity as others wither, die and are left behind." His breath whispered at her mouth, his words seducing her mind, his kiss he'd denied her over the years, taunting her with the ache of anticipation unknown would capture the tiny gypsy's mouth.
Nadja’s chin would lift as her eyes would again meet his. The cleansing he spoke of, the removal of the tainted blood of the Lycan intermixed with the rich vitae of the Carpathian. Emerald pools, always expressive to how she felt within, and it would be no different now. To be rid of the curse of change ... to become such a beast as the one that slaughtered so many senselessly, just following the primordial nature of the beast. It need not be hungry to kill, or angered, it was just the matter of the wrong place at the wrong time. No distinction between child and adult when it's blood lust would rage in its heart. Yes, she had memories of this, even if only but a brief glance back in time. It was enough she battled for control over the creature she would become. It was at this point and time, she noticed those golden flecks within hazel eyes, which seemed to mirror more towards the coloration of the forest than of the skies. A reflection of her own? All she knew is that she was being drawn in by them as her hands rose to lightly rest upon his chest, but no pressure as if she was intending to push him away, quite the opposite as they would slowly glide upwards to rest upon the breadth of his shoulders. "To be free of the nightmares ....." as she had came to refer to those nights in which she lost control ...." to be free...." Would this not also protect her from the very beast that threatened to control her soul? "... Of the beasts!" Referring to the Lycan state as well as the reaper... However, there was also an underlying reasoning to her acceptance, and he was standing directly before her. "... I wish to accept this gift." Soft were her words, almost in a dream like state did she feel, as if watching all taking place from above, although quite aware she was of the man who held her back against the solid structure.
Basillio’s lips played over her mouth, warm and gentle, he showered her with kisses, above, beneath and encompassing her lips to the corner's of her mouth. "Then you shall be free of the beast and embraced by 'his' son." His words whispered over her mouth. In the waking of his existence to this world, Basillio had taken and tasted many beautiful souls, females who's visual beauty out shinned that of the tiny Rom's. Never had he found himself so filled with desire and temptation as the sweetness of his Rom created within him. He had toyed with her in that first year, set his game of the hunt about her; over the short measure of time her honesty and innocence had his designs to yearn for her like a mortal's yearning for breath. He'd waited his time patiently, for that perfect opportunity and now she willingly would give herself over to him. "Meu Dragoste...." His voice caressed the air in low, baritone vibrance. His hand came up and pressed over her eyes, shielding her from seeing what he was about to do to his 'victim'....for he was a nightwalker...and until the change took place, then she would become something more than merely a Wight, but one he would love upon, shield, protect and fight for. "Clear your thoughts..." He whispered, "Hold no barriers between us."
Nadja would take a deep intake of breath and in that time his hand rose to shield her vision in full. This she did not fight, but was drawn to his voice like a moth would be to a flame. "No barriers." A hushed whisper as she did just as he bid. Her mind to clear of all thoughts, although there was one she could not close out completely. That was the one of her full awareness to his press against her smaller form. Hands continued to rest upon his shoulders as she waited what was to follow. She knew what to expect, she had seen it ... no, lived it once already, when her mind linked with Kieran so many years ago ... he took her back to the day he became as he had, she felt his fears, his pain and his torment ... This however had her withdrawing not from that which would transpire. Once again the tiny Rom would be enduring a major change in her life.
Basillio’s mind seeped into hers and pushed out the lingering thoughts that wavered. From within he drew up a source of power so ancient, mortals and immortals had lost knowledge of its history. It tingled at first when touching every fiber of her physically and mentally, a control mastered by the nightwalker. Then swift it fled through her growing stronger and it began to consume her, it sought out the source of the beast and its curse upon the gypsy. Basilio's mind cornered and caged it, holding it bound to him in a struggle between two mortal enemies. His hand would fall away from Nadja's eyes and his head would lower, canines protruding, as he sank his razor tips into her flesh, the first withdrawal of her blood was not to feed upon but to expel the curse that laced her blood. Basillio drank until that he had caged was freed from the Rom's tiny body. His head would turn and he'd expel the tainted blood to the ground. It turned black and withered the plant life. Slowly his head came down again and this time he drank of the sweetness in the Romanian's blood. She would feel light headed at first, after the initial pain of the beast was gone; a warm and tranquil rush would feed into her, soothing at first until he'd depleted her blood to its limits before losing her forever. He'd feel her body grow limp in his arms, he'd lowered them both to the ground and cradled her in his arms, then Basillio drug one of his longer nails across his wrist and raised it to the gypsy's lips. "Feed, Meu Dragoste, drink of me, we shall join together at last."
Nadja would softly gasp and a light outcry as she felt the piercing of tender flesh, hands would grasp his shoulders tightly, clinging. Although that pain was nothing in comparison to the cleansing that followed after. At first there was warmth, it seemed to engulf her completely before the shredding of her existence would begin to transpire. The existence of the Lycan being torn, painfully so, from its grasp upon her. Such pain surged through her, as if she was being torn apart from within. Every fiber of her being, every nerve seared as if a liquid fire rushed through her. An outcry of pain would sound, fingers nearly embedding their nails into his shoulders as her hold tightened. It seemed an eternity for that battle to be fought and then won, when the searing pain raged through every fiber of your being. Then came the respite of its extraction and soon after to follow by the extraction of her own vitae. She could feel her limbs becoming heavy, the warmth of the air no longer felt, but an ebbing chill. Eye lids felt heavy and soon would close as her very essence was absorbed by the very one who held her so tightly. Then a haze ....like a veil drawn over her eyes. Soon to follow was the crooning of that voice that beckoned her so. One, then two drops would be felt upon her lips, the tip of her tongue to instinctively slip out and capture them. Upon doing so, slowly a hunger awoke as her hands would move to capture his wrist in a tight hold, her lips to press against it as she hungrily drank of his own essence, that which would bind them far beyond that originally.
Basilio’s body would weaken as she feed with an eagerness of his blood. "Enough now, Meu Dragoste," His voice crooned, pulling his wrist and arm from her grasp. Basillio took in her in his arms again and lifted her against him. "I will watch you through the night, for when you awaken you shall feel a pain unlike any you have known, but it shall pass and I will guide you in this new world of yours, within the shadows that we nightwalkers find strength.” And food....” The ancient one walked off with his Dragoste, having claimed her for himself.....at last. Just as he carried her into this dimension, he would repeat the process to end up on the road that ran before her small shop. Still cradling the small Gypsy in his arms, weakened still.
Shoepa had looked from the distance for a few minutes first before approaching '' Nadja? '' He said, carefully. Not knowing what happened after yesterday yet ''How are... you? '' He asks
Basillio turned with the tiny Rom in his arms. He didn't know the young boy asking after her, he'd not been among those earlier to save her life. "I must take her inside, right away." He'd only explain in short words.
Nadja’s eyes would slowly open as she peered over to Shoepa, a weak but gentle smile would be offered in his direction. "Da, better now." Her voice a soft whisper and there was something different about the little Gypsy.
Shoepa nods slowly ''All right... '' He turns around again
Basillio carried Nadja to the fur rug and gentle laid her down, her smoothed back her hair and his eyes seemed to shine as he smiled down on her. "Rest now, Meu Dragoste." His words whispered to her ears. He kneeled over her, brushing his fingers through the tangle of her midnight hair.
Nadja would gaze up at him, other than feeling weak, she felt no different than before. Of course it was the lull before the storm persae. Gazing deep into his eyes, she'd smile even more. "Peace is mine at last, Meu Stapan ..." She didn't wish to fall asleep, although it was a battle to remain awake. She feared that if she closed her eyes, that when she opened them again, this would all be a dream, one she fabricated to escape something horrible. Weakly her hand would rise to lightly touch her fingers to his. "I nu want to lose tu again."
Basillio took her small hand between his fingers and pressed his lips to it. "You will not lose me, I will remain with you, and you shall have me each night to watch over you, here." He leaned down and touched his lips to her mouth, a kiss soft and tender. "Now rest my little one, for on the 'morrow we shall have to feed you." Basillio took his hand from hers and passed it before her eyes, she would feel the weight of them fall heavy and tired, lulling her into a peace filled sleep, and he’d guard her there as he had each night.
Nadja’s eyes would close; it took not much urging with all she endured for the course of nearly 36 hours. Her mind worn out as her body would now tire and for the first night in many months past, the little Rom would drift into a dreamless sleep, for what the marrow would bring was a new awakening on so many levels.
Nadja clings to Basillio as they walked, as she had in her mind when he protected her. She found herself still in awe that he was here with her, in the flesh. Something she never thought to do or see again.
Basillio walked with Nadja for an endless time of short minutes. In the old nightwalkers presence time stood still. He came to a stop by a rustic old 'building' then looked down onto her sweet face. "How are you feeling, Meu Dragoste?" His voice whispered with a smooth, caressing sound.
Nadja eyes had never left his face, no attention had she yet paid to her surroundings. Her smile brightened, even if she did feel as fragile as thin glass at the moment, he had of way of giving her strength. "Much better now, Meu Stapan ..." A hand lifted to lightly touch his cheek, as if to assure herself he was really there and not another of her dreams.. Head tilted slightly, brows furrowed in a moment of thought. "How did tu know where to find Meu?" She knew they held a deeper connection than anyone could dream of having, but still to find one so far away ... it was like trying to find a particular stone on the ocean floor.
Basillio’s eyes looked down onto her face, he would smile and he would brush his hand into her gentle touch. "Nadja, I am old, so very old and I know this world and its connecting planes better than most. I was never far from you and I can travel across dimensions in the time my thoughts take me to move there." He set her gently to the ground and propped her against the building's wall, his hands leaned his weight on either side of her, shielding his tiny Rom.
Nadja finds the earth under her feet warm and without the cover of snow. Her only moment of attention to the area that they now occupied ... it was the man who stood tall over her that still held her in that trance like state. Not the kind that was unwelcome for forced, but that manner of awe that still claimed the tiny Gypsy still. "I'm glad tu are here ... many times tu have been in Meu minds eyes. Regrets felt for ever leaving, even if we both knew it was what I had to do ...." It was then a truth hit her hard, gripping her heart as if squeezing as it did her gut. A pain, although not truly physical, would show upon her features as she looked away. "I am nu the same as I was then Meu Dragoste..." Came her hushed words ..."... Meu aura is tainted." Trying to find the words and way to tell one that meant so much to her, the other she loved in a way that would never be accepted. Perhaps she loved Basillio more than she did Kieran, it made it no less painful in knowing she was now a mortal enemy of their kind and in this she feared rejection and the possibility of feeling the wrath of one she could never fight against, at least not willingly.
Basillio could but shake his head at her, his fingers light cupped her chin and brought it up to meet his wizened gaze. "Nadja, Meu Dragoste, do not hide your self from me. The moment I came back to you I felt the taint of your change." He said, "We both know this is forbidden, and with knowing this, you also must realize that I cannot leave you this way or you are forever lost to me. I will not allow that either." He pressed her body back against the building and propped his knee between her sweet thighs. "Your heart if free now, Nadja, there is no other to hold you back. I give to you again the temptation of my gift, this time to cleanse you." Basilio's head leaned over hers, his face lowering until his lips would hover before her mouth. "From the day you were born I desired to take you to me, I watched over you, as your grand mere did, keeping you protected. Now that you are grown and of this world, a woman with yearnings, sweet and innocent, I wish to taste the wine of ruby lips, to drink in the soft moans of each warm breath of discovery. I have no life to give you, Nadja, I never did. But I offer you something more, a place to stand beside me and pass together through time, in eternity as others wither, die and are left behind." His breath whispered at her mouth, his words seducing her mind, his kiss he'd denied her over the years, taunting her with the ache of anticipation unknown would capture the tiny gypsy's mouth.
Nadja’s chin would lift as her eyes would again meet his. The cleansing he spoke of, the removal of the tainted blood of the Lycan intermixed with the rich vitae of the Carpathian. Emerald pools, always expressive to how she felt within, and it would be no different now. To be rid of the curse of change ... to become such a beast as the one that slaughtered so many senselessly, just following the primordial nature of the beast. It need not be hungry to kill, or angered, it was just the matter of the wrong place at the wrong time. No distinction between child and adult when it's blood lust would rage in its heart. Yes, she had memories of this, even if only but a brief glance back in time. It was enough she battled for control over the creature she would become. It was at this point and time, she noticed those golden flecks within hazel eyes, which seemed to mirror more towards the coloration of the forest than of the skies. A reflection of her own? All she knew is that she was being drawn in by them as her hands rose to lightly rest upon his chest, but no pressure as if she was intending to push him away, quite the opposite as they would slowly glide upwards to rest upon the breadth of his shoulders. "To be free of the nightmares ....." as she had came to refer to those nights in which she lost control ...." to be free...." Would this not also protect her from the very beast that threatened to control her soul? "... Of the beasts!" Referring to the Lycan state as well as the reaper... However, there was also an underlying reasoning to her acceptance, and he was standing directly before her. "... I wish to accept this gift." Soft were her words, almost in a dream like state did she feel, as if watching all taking place from above, although quite aware she was of the man who held her back against the solid structure.
Basillio’s lips played over her mouth, warm and gentle, he showered her with kisses, above, beneath and encompassing her lips to the corner's of her mouth. "Then you shall be free of the beast and embraced by 'his' son." His words whispered over her mouth. In the waking of his existence to this world, Basillio had taken and tasted many beautiful souls, females who's visual beauty out shinned that of the tiny Rom's. Never had he found himself so filled with desire and temptation as the sweetness of his Rom created within him. He had toyed with her in that first year, set his game of the hunt about her; over the short measure of time her honesty and innocence had his designs to yearn for her like a mortal's yearning for breath. He'd waited his time patiently, for that perfect opportunity and now she willingly would give herself over to him. "Meu Dragoste...." His voice caressed the air in low, baritone vibrance. His hand came up and pressed over her eyes, shielding her from seeing what he was about to do to his 'victim'....for he was a nightwalker...and until the change took place, then she would become something more than merely a Wight, but one he would love upon, shield, protect and fight for. "Clear your thoughts..." He whispered, "Hold no barriers between us."
Nadja would take a deep intake of breath and in that time his hand rose to shield her vision in full. This she did not fight, but was drawn to his voice like a moth would be to a flame. "No barriers." A hushed whisper as she did just as he bid. Her mind to clear of all thoughts, although there was one she could not close out completely. That was the one of her full awareness to his press against her smaller form. Hands continued to rest upon his shoulders as she waited what was to follow. She knew what to expect, she had seen it ... no, lived it once already, when her mind linked with Kieran so many years ago ... he took her back to the day he became as he had, she felt his fears, his pain and his torment ... This however had her withdrawing not from that which would transpire. Once again the tiny Rom would be enduring a major change in her life.
Basillio’s mind seeped into hers and pushed out the lingering thoughts that wavered. From within he drew up a source of power so ancient, mortals and immortals had lost knowledge of its history. It tingled at first when touching every fiber of her physically and mentally, a control mastered by the nightwalker. Then swift it fled through her growing stronger and it began to consume her, it sought out the source of the beast and its curse upon the gypsy. Basilio's mind cornered and caged it, holding it bound to him in a struggle between two mortal enemies. His hand would fall away from Nadja's eyes and his head would lower, canines protruding, as he sank his razor tips into her flesh, the first withdrawal of her blood was not to feed upon but to expel the curse that laced her blood. Basillio drank until that he had caged was freed from the Rom's tiny body. His head would turn and he'd expel the tainted blood to the ground. It turned black and withered the plant life. Slowly his head came down again and this time he drank of the sweetness in the Romanian's blood. She would feel light headed at first, after the initial pain of the beast was gone; a warm and tranquil rush would feed into her, soothing at first until he'd depleted her blood to its limits before losing her forever. He'd feel her body grow limp in his arms, he'd lowered them both to the ground and cradled her in his arms, then Basillio drug one of his longer nails across his wrist and raised it to the gypsy's lips. "Feed, Meu Dragoste, drink of me, we shall join together at last."
Nadja would softly gasp and a light outcry as she felt the piercing of tender flesh, hands would grasp his shoulders tightly, clinging. Although that pain was nothing in comparison to the cleansing that followed after. At first there was warmth, it seemed to engulf her completely before the shredding of her existence would begin to transpire. The existence of the Lycan being torn, painfully so, from its grasp upon her. Such pain surged through her, as if she was being torn apart from within. Every fiber of her being, every nerve seared as if a liquid fire rushed through her. An outcry of pain would sound, fingers nearly embedding their nails into his shoulders as her hold tightened. It seemed an eternity for that battle to be fought and then won, when the searing pain raged through every fiber of your being. Then came the respite of its extraction and soon after to follow by the extraction of her own vitae. She could feel her limbs becoming heavy, the warmth of the air no longer felt, but an ebbing chill. Eye lids felt heavy and soon would close as her very essence was absorbed by the very one who held her so tightly. Then a haze ....like a veil drawn over her eyes. Soon to follow was the crooning of that voice that beckoned her so. One, then two drops would be felt upon her lips, the tip of her tongue to instinctively slip out and capture them. Upon doing so, slowly a hunger awoke as her hands would move to capture his wrist in a tight hold, her lips to press against it as she hungrily drank of his own essence, that which would bind them far beyond that originally.
Basilio’s body would weaken as she feed with an eagerness of his blood. "Enough now, Meu Dragoste," His voice crooned, pulling his wrist and arm from her grasp. Basillio took in her in his arms again and lifted her against him. "I will watch you through the night, for when you awaken you shall feel a pain unlike any you have known, but it shall pass and I will guide you in this new world of yours, within the shadows that we nightwalkers find strength.” And food....” The ancient one walked off with his Dragoste, having claimed her for himself.....at last. Just as he carried her into this dimension, he would repeat the process to end up on the road that ran before her small shop. Still cradling the small Gypsy in his arms, weakened still.
Shoepa had looked from the distance for a few minutes first before approaching '' Nadja? '' He said, carefully. Not knowing what happened after yesterday yet ''How are... you? '' He asks
Basillio turned with the tiny Rom in his arms. He didn't know the young boy asking after her, he'd not been among those earlier to save her life. "I must take her inside, right away." He'd only explain in short words.
Nadja’s eyes would slowly open as she peered over to Shoepa, a weak but gentle smile would be offered in his direction. "Da, better now." Her voice a soft whisper and there was something different about the little Gypsy.
Shoepa nods slowly ''All right... '' He turns around again
Basillio carried Nadja to the fur rug and gentle laid her down, her smoothed back her hair and his eyes seemed to shine as he smiled down on her. "Rest now, Meu Dragoste." His words whispered to her ears. He kneeled over her, brushing his fingers through the tangle of her midnight hair.
Nadja would gaze up at him, other than feeling weak, she felt no different than before. Of course it was the lull before the storm persae. Gazing deep into his eyes, she'd smile even more. "Peace is mine at last, Meu Stapan ..." She didn't wish to fall asleep, although it was a battle to remain awake. She feared that if she closed her eyes, that when she opened them again, this would all be a dream, one she fabricated to escape something horrible. Weakly her hand would rise to lightly touch her fingers to his. "I nu want to lose tu again."
Basillio took her small hand between his fingers and pressed his lips to it. "You will not lose me, I will remain with you, and you shall have me each night to watch over you, here." He leaned down and touched his lips to her mouth, a kiss soft and tender. "Now rest my little one, for on the 'morrow we shall have to feed you." Basillio took his hand from hers and passed it before her eyes, she would feel the weight of them fall heavy and tired, lulling her into a peace filled sleep, and he’d guard her there as he had each night.
Nadja’s eyes would close; it took not much urging with all she endured for the course of nearly 36 hours. Her mind worn out as her body would now tire and for the first night in many months past, the little Rom would drift into a dreamless sleep, for what the marrow would bring was a new awakening on so many levels.
