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Post by calm on Jan 7, 2009 16:38:52 GMT -5
Charles Force was not happy as he tossed aside the human woman he had been draining the blood from a moment ago. She lay on the floor lifeless, but he quickly forgot her. One of the servants around Volterra would dispose of the body later. Charles rose from his bed and licked the blood off his hands and then wiped the rest off of his mouth with a towel from his elaborate bathroom. Volterra did not disappoint in its luxuries, but he was used to it by now. Charles was pissed off that the higher ups would not let him satiate his bloodlust and go kill the transgressors of their supreme law. If there was one thing Charles was good at it was killing.
Charles left his bedroom and punched the wall opposite his doorway. He left another small crater in the stone to match the others spotted along the entire hallway. Patience was not one of his best traits, nor self-control. He tended to take it out on the hallways of Volterra, which was much better than another one of the Guard. When it came to physical strength, he was the best fighter they had available in their arsenal. Aro had been pleased by his demonstration of raw physical power and hunger for murder as he slaughtered an entire village in less than an hour.
He hadn't even been interested in the Volturi until Aro had showed him the money, power, and other treasures that they could give him. His allegiance with them was very thin, but it had held for a long time now and he was comfortable in his position of power. Soon Charles found himself in the sparring arena where a few people were practicing fighting drills. Like they would need it anytime soon with the amount of activity around here. A sneer crossed his face and leaned against a wall to watch them continue sparring. Maybe if one of them showed a slight amount of fighting talent he would join in, but for now he was simply bored.
Charles studied the fighter's movements carefully, analyzing how he would take them down if he ever got the opportunity. He was about to leave when the doors opened on the opposite end of the sparring arena and one of his fellow Guard members came through looking almost as angry as he felt. Maybe she would be interested in a little match to get rid of some of the tension. Charles changed his expression to a tiny smirk as she moved closer towards him. Maybe today wouldn't be as bad as he had originally thought.
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Theora Alcina
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Post by Theora Alcina on Jan 7, 2009 22:20:28 GMT -5
The room was richly decorated with tapestries capturing the beauty of the islands of Greece. A trained eye would recognize that they were mostly the island of Crete. In the center of the room was a day bed covered with cushions varying from black to blood red. In a tall backed chair by the arrow slit window Theora sat. Her eyes were closed and her face relaxed. She was watching the other guards of the Volturi as she often did ready to inform her masters of any potential problems. She followed different guards as they moved about their business. Her attention was stole as she watched one guard enter the sparring arena and watch the others with a scowl.
Theora settled her sight on the tall, dark haired guard as he watched the others. He was handsome, but he knew it. Theora had had very little dealing with him but his reputation was well known and preceded him. Theora watched him; he seemed to be settling in to watch the training of the guards.
Theora opened her eyes and rose to stand. This guard Charles had two reputations; he was an excellent fighter – this was something Theora could find useful now she needed to hone her skills. His other reputation was that of a rake, this she had heard form other female Volturi Guards. The latter of his reputations was something Theora could do without; however his skills may help her advance in the ranks.
She left her room and moved towards the arena nodding acknowledgements to a few others are she traverse the corridors. Entering the arena she walked purposefully up to Charles and addressed him. “I’m Theora. I’ve heard your fighting skills are excellent. I was hoping you could give me some tips.” As much as she hated to admit a weakness or ask for help, this skill could help her advance and that made the weakness worth it.
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Post by calm on Jan 7, 2009 23:17:26 GMT -5
Charles watched as the woman came over to him and asked for his help with her fighting skills. He responded simply with, "I'm Charles Force." Charles quickly grabbed her by the wrist and flipped her onto her back. "Nice to meet you,Theora," he said, actually smiling this time. Now that she was on the ground, Charles looked her over quickly and noticed how beautiful she was, not that it was unusual for a vampire.
He knew how close the line between violence and sex was. They were after all both primal instincts. Charles wondered if his sudden attack would make her angry. It did give him some satisfaction to see fury on a woman's face. Almost a turn on for him actually. Charles moved from his position on the wall to stand in a position a little bit further away from Theora on her other side. He got into a fighting stance and said, "Get up and let's see what you can do." Charles realized she would know who he was and that she must be particularly brave to have come and ask him for fighting help. That part of Theora intrigued him and made her interesting enough for him to agree a second ago instead of ignoring her.
Charles knew that he could beat her in an instant and even if she didn't gain anything from it, at least he would be able to get some of his frustration out on her. When the other vampires around the training room noticed how he was positioned to fight, they began to gather around the pair to watch. Fighting Theora would be more entertaining than just watching the other vampires fighting and at least now he was getting attention. All of this had only taken a few moments and he knew Theora would be up soon and come with her first attack. Charles stood ready for it. There was nothing she could do to surprise him after all the fights he had been in.
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Theora Alcina
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Post by Theora Alcina on Jan 8, 2009 1:35:55 GMT -5
The hand suddenly on her wrist was a shock to Theora, but been put on her back in the middle of the arena was the greatest shock. Her head hit the old stone floor with a dull thud that would have killed a human. It enraged her and her face contorted in that rage. How dare he handle her that way in front of the other guards in the room, she had a station to maintain. From her position on the floor she glared up at him as he looked down at her. She thought she saw amusement in his handsome face which only enraged her more. With is features and his attitude Theora could see how he earned the reputation with the ladies of the Volturi, she could also see why he was still single.
As soon as his back was turned Theora sprang to her feet and assumed an attack position. She had not come to him to be humiliated if he was going to knock her down again she was going to make it at least a little harder for him. Theora was aware of the growing crowd around them and realized this could all have been a mistake. Before she had time to consider backing out she lunged forward at Charles. She struck out at his neck with her left arm and tried to unbalance him with her body weight. Theora would be the first to admit she was lacking in skills, though her place in the Volturi rarely required her to fight.
She maintained eye contact with her would be sparring partner through the whole futile attack. A slight smile danced around the corners of her mouth though her face remained fixed in a setting of rage.
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Post by calm on Jan 8, 2009 2:08:43 GMT -5
Charles could see her attack coming long before it came close to hitting him. The shift in her body weight told him exactly where she would strike. The fact that she was angry made the attack sloppy and her beautiful face was contorted with rage at him. It was exactly what Charles had wanted and he ducked, then swung his right foot under her legs, using her own momentum to make her trip and fall forward onto the hard floor.
Some of the other senior Guard members chuckled at Theora's attempt. They all knew Charles and that he was one of the Volturi's best fighters, and that her attack would be child's play to him. The fact that she was letting herself become angrier amused him personally. He stood straight up once more and returned to his original fighting position, then said with a smile, "Again."
Even though she was his opponent, Charles couldn't help looking at her body while their exchange was going on. Of course she was sprawled out on the floor at the moment, but that didn't stop Theora from being beautiful. Charles wondered how many more attacks she would attempt on him before she gave it up. He was trained enough to focus on the fight and her at the same time and his vampire mind was able to keep up with all these thoughts at once. His guess was another few before she gave up and stormed off.
Charles hardly felt guilty. After all she had come to him and asked for this. He wasn't exactly teaching her anything in particular, but fighting a more experienced opponent was a good way to get better at fighting. It helped that he wasn't aiming to kill her at the moment. She was useful to the Volturi and hence to Charles alive. Theora might hate him after this, but he really didn't care. She wouldn't be the first woman to hate Charles Force.
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Theora Alcina
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Post by Theora Alcina on Jan 8, 2009 2:30:46 GMT -5
Her hands hit the stone floor before the rest of her followed. If she needed to breathe she knew that would have winded her. The slight chuckles from some of the audience fueled her rage as did Charles’ command of again. Theora pushed herself up on to her knees then rose with more grace then she felt right then. That was the second time he had knocked her down, she promised herself not to be a third.
She turned to him and assumed her attack position but before she lunged at him she spoke. “Do not think you better then me in any other way then fighting, Charles.” She spat his name like ill tasting blood. The smile that graced his face was alluring. He enraged her as much as he enticed her. Her attack this time was just as angry but a little more directed. She aimed the heel of her foot directly at his lower torso, a typical female human move but one that she was willing to make. She pushed all her strength into her leg along with the anger. She looked into his face as she stretched out to kick him.
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Post by calm on Jan 8, 2009 2:46:53 GMT -5
Charles began to laugh at her words but before he could say anything in return, she had attempted to kick him in the balls. He snarled, actually angry with Theora for the first time since they had started, and jumped back out of reach of her kick. He had been going easy on her before, but attempting to kick any man there was a seriously desperate attempt and also cowardly. Jeers came at the woman from the crowd, but he was focused on revenge now.
Charles rushed forward when her leg had gone back down and thrust his palm into her solar plexis before round-house kicking her across the face hard. When she was on the ground once more, he didn't simply allow her to get back up like last time. Charles used his speed to get on top of her, pinning one of her arms behind her back while thrusting his knee into her spine. His smile had vanished and a sneer had taken its place. He asked, "If you ever try that kind of thing again, I won't just pin you to the floor. I will kill you. Do you understand me, Theora?"
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Post by Nicoletta Simondi on Jan 8, 2009 18:42:32 GMT -5
Letty grinned as she ran forward, running her sword through the heart of her opponent, hearing it stop mid-beat as he collapsed to the ground. Standing over him, she pressed a foot to his chest, pinning his body down as she slowly drew the blade out, relishing the feel as it cut through the flesh. She ran a finger over the metal, gathering some of the blood and raised it to her lips, reveling in the taste before she wiped away the rest on his shirt. She could never quite decide whether she was grateful to Heidi for having these humans brought in for her to practice her expertise, or whether she would have been better joining the Volturi guard and having the chance to destroy vampires. It was true that she would have had more fun with the latter, but she couldn't bear the thought of the restrictions it would impose on her. Humans would have to do for now.
Hearing jeers from the arena, she turned, shifting her sword in her hand, not bothering to put it back in its scabbard, and headed toward the commotion. Pushing her way through the crowd, snarling at the few who dared stand in her way, she reached the edge of the fighting ground, grinning at the sight. There, in the middle of the jeering mass, Theora lay on the ground, pinned by one of the most revered of the Volturi fighters. She had never met him, having little time for men with egos, but had heard his reputation. He was said to be an undefeatable warrior, and had an equally infamous reputation among the women. She could see why as she studied his form, both fighting and physical. He was very near to perfect, from what she could tell, though she was too far away to see him clearly.
A moment later, she realised that the jeers were not directed at the man, but at Theora, and she felt the familiar bloodlust rise. Of all the Volturi, after Heidi, Theora was her favourite, and it infuriated her that they should be cheering for this arrogant pup instead of her. Leaning forward, her eyes narrowed, blazing crimson as she watched the fight. It excited her, seeing the passion with which he fought, even while it made her more keen for Theora to win, if only to teach him a lesson. Before she could think, she heard her own voice echoing in the arena, cheering her friend on.
"Crush him, Theora!" she screeched, her fist clenching around the hilt of her weapon, wishing she were a part of the action, but not daring to intrude on the Volturi's fight. "Destroy him!"
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Theora Alcina
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Post by Theora Alcina on Jan 8, 2009 19:08:16 GMT -5
In the split second it took for her leg to leave the ground and miss its target Theora found herself face down on the stone floor of the arena. She heard the jeers from around her, but she also heard a familiar voice call out to her in encouragement. Thought there was little Theora could do while she was pinned to the floor. She strained to push up but felt Charles’s weight hold her down.
She felt his mouth close to her ear as he spoke his threats. Dying wasn’t a fear of Theora’s it was something she knew was an eventuality, but not here and not by him. She tried her best to look up at him from the angle she laid in.
“I understand you," she stammered "but I’m not afraid to die. Want to go again?” She said with more calm resolve, “somewhere more private next time.”
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Post by calm on Jan 8, 2009 19:37:15 GMT -5
Charles ignored the shout from someone in the crowd and then Theora's words. He replied quickly with, "No, I have no more interest in you." Charles released his grip on her and rose from his position on her back. He began walking towards the exit to the tunnels where he could get to his room. The crowd parted as he walked through them and he didn't acknowledge any of them as he passed.
Charles could tell Theora was brave, but very inexperienced and clumsy in her fighting. Maybe after a few more years of training she might be able to compete with him. He pushed open the doors and decided he didn't want to return to his room right away. Charles took a left instead of a right and headed to the area where the bar was located. He took a seat at the end of the bar and ordered a Jack and Coke from the bartender.
Charles took the drink and drained half of it in a few gulps. He didn't care about anyone else but himself and he had grown angry and bored with the woman. Charles had won the fight and that was enough for him. Perhaps he would find someone that would hold his interest one day, but he didn't think it was Theora. Charles was a loner by nature and he was only in the Volturi for the money and power. He was never happy with anything, but people assumed it was just his personality.
Charles drained the rest of the drink in his hand and ordered another. Tonight would be like any other and he was fine with that. Charles would be content, but never happy. The bartender came back with his second drink and he took it slower this time, drinking a little before setting it down. There was still the chance that Theora would be angry about their sparring session, but he didn't care and he wouldn't go easy on her this time if she confronted him here.
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Post by Nicoletta Simondi on Jan 8, 2009 20:25:25 GMT -5
Watching as Theora's opponent left the arena, Letty snarled with rage, running across the ground to where he had left Theora. Surely her friend would have won, had he not pinned her to the ground, and she was furious that the fight had been so short and, in her opinion, unfair. Quickly stooping at Theora's side, she helped the woman up, stepping back a little to give her room as she stood. Despite her friendship with the Volturi, she still held a slight sense of awe at their power and knew that even someone like Theora could be deadly when angry.
"Don't worry, carina" she said gently, though the anger she felt still tinged the words, making them acidic, "His arrogance will no doubt prove his downfall. Men like that always have weaknesses, we simply have to find them, and use them to our advantage." Her eyes gleamed as she looked at the other woman, thoughts of revenge, among other things, flitting through her mind at lightning speed. This would be much more fun that skewering humans.
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Theora Alcina
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Post by Theora Alcina on Jan 11, 2009 1:14:24 GMT -5
Accepting the hand offered to her Theora rose with grace and speed, both of which had deserted her a moment ago. "Argh." Se let out a blood curdling high pitched scream. Not unlike of many of her past victims. Her hands flew to her hips and she glared at the other guards in the arena daring on of them to speak to her. If they had she would have taken her rage out on them indiscriminately as though it was Charles Force. Even the sound of his name made her anger boil
She looked to Nicoletta as she spoke her reassuring words. She nodded to her and dropped her hands to her sides. "I want to kill him, but humiliate him first. Then kill him slowly and publicly." She spat as her hands balled in to fists. "Right now I want out of her."
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Post by Lady Evangeline on Jan 16, 2009 17:31:50 GMT -5
Evangeline watched curiously from her spot on the wall, she watched Charles Force glide gracefully out of the arena. His face arranged into a perfect mask—it gave away none of the emotions he had just shown with his brief spar against the vampire who she thought called her self Theora. She watched the exchange between Theora and Letty. She only knew Letty because her reputation was known through out most of Europe. She hadn’t had much interaction with either vampire—then again she hadn’t had much interaction with any of the vampires that resided hear. She had arrived a few days earlier, after a brief a sojourn in Russia—and like most places she had trekked through lately she found her stay in Russia to be dull and some what lifeless.
Her one spark of excitement had been when she had come across a nomadic Russian vampire, the vampire wouldn’t have lost his life had he not insulted Evangeline in a way that even she couldn’t—and wouldn’t have ignored. The battle didn’t last nearly as long as Eve would have like—but it was still exhilarating to fight. Eve normally wasn’t a vampire who often went looking for a fight—but when she found that she was bored she would welcome one—and sometimes went looking for fights like they were her next meal. She also was not one to turn a fight down either.
The arena was quite, as if someone had pushed the mute button on the room. Most of the vampires who had been sparing either left, or were talking amongst the other fighters. Eve pushed off the wall and slinked towards the exit doors; she knew where to find Charles Force—most of Volterra knew where he liked to spend most of his time. She absently nodded her head in acknowledgment at several lingering vampires; she didn’t recognized any of them nor did she know there names—it was more for appearance sake than anything. She felt a little put out that Charles had disturbed the excitement of the arena; it was really the only place in volterra at the moment that held any interest to Eve. The richly ornate halls seemed dull and uninteresting; to her they were just another way for the hierarchy to brag about the lifestyle they led. The arena was like a playground to her, she loved studying the different techniques vampires used to fight; whether it was the weapons they used or the pure physical brute force every vampire possessed.
Several vampires watched her curiously as she made her way towards the bar, she smiled encouragingly at each one of them—she cringed the smile to even her felt forced and fake. She sighed; the dullness that had crept in her life had changed her. She had once been considered bubbly—to a point—and outgoing, she had always been on the go, even when she was human she hadn’t able to hold still for very long. Even her offhand humor and sarcastic wit—which had always managed to make for interesting times, had lost most of its potency. Perhaps that was the reason she was fallowing Charles, because after months of boredom—her curiosity was finally piqued.
She glided through the bar doors, feeling something she hadn’t felt in months—excitement. She slid onto the bar stool, she was sitting one seat away from him. The bartender arched his eyebrow at her She flashed a bright smile at him “what ever you have left laying around” The bartender returned her smile "Do you have a preference--male or female" Eve chuckled, "No I don't I'm not very picky" The bartender nodded and turned and left the room, he was back with in seconds with a middle aged woman--the woman's fear was palpable. Eve could almost taste it, it only heightened Eve’s pleasure. If she had a pulse it would have quickened in excitement. The bar tender drug the woman over towards her--she could already feel the venom start to pool in her mouth. The bartender let go of the woman, eve's hand snapped out and caught the woman by the neck just as she turned to run; she could feel the woman's pulse quicken below her hands--the heady aroma of her blood wrapped around eve like a lovers embrace, Eve inhaled deeply the smell wrapped around her further, trailing down her throat and pooling in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't put it off any longer eve slowly pulled the woman's hair back, and lowered her mouth to her neck. She pulls long and hard on her neck, letting the blood rest in her mouth for a few seconds before she swallowed. The blood felt good as it burned it’s way down her throat—to the pit of her stomach like a fire. She sighed, the drink felt like unadulterated bliss. Under normal circumstances she would have taken her time with her meal, but as she was not the only in the room she drains the human quickly. The bar tenders drags the woman’s limp body away. She sighed fully satisfied, she studied Charles out of the corner of her eye.
Charles Force was a force to be reckoned with, everything about him screamed male arrogance and confidence—from the way he carried him self to the style and cut of his clothing. Eve briefly glanced down at her clothing, even though she probably possessed just as much money if not more than Charles Force she choose to not flash it around like some piece of gaudy jewelry. She opted for more casual; she was wearing a black baby doll dress by juicy coture, and a pair of high-tops black converses. The only excessively expensive thing Eve wore was a 14 kt. White Gold, 2 Ct. Seven stone round-brilliant Diamond Journey pendant around her neck. It probably cost less then Charles whole outfit. She continued her study of him, her curiosity rising at an alarming rate.
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