Angelo Correale
New to Town
Vampire
You trick your lovers that you're wicked and divine, You may be a sinner but your innocence is mine.
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Post by Angelo Correale on Sept 9, 2009 15:11:39 GMT -5
{Pre-Twilight}
It had been a few weeks since Angelo had arrived in Volterra and he had become quite accustomed to his stone clad chamber. He had installed a few of his private pieces within his room, making it a haven of red velvet and feminine beauty at all angles. Lying by his glassless windows was his desk, which was strewn with the tools of his trade: a few chisels and small hammer. He could technically use his fingertips to mould the stone at this point, but why waste a talent?
He also had a few other bits and pieces lying around his desk, a palette, paint, charcoal, photos, portraits… the usual artistic paraphernalia. Pinned around his window were the stock portraits in charcoal of the sculptures that adorned his room. Not even these reference materials were allowed to be seen by the public. He horded their beauty greedily, usually extinguishing the living form so that nought would overwhelm his work. That was why he preferred human models, vampire women were so much harder to eliminate. He did appreciate the stately beauty of his granite counterparts, however, and his removal to Volterra was a journey to discover undead perfection.
He put the rose he carried down, the scarlet matching perfectly the décor surrounding it, and he smiled at the way it balanced perfectly in the outstretched hand of Florence’s May Queen of 1750 in the prime of her perfection – he had forgotten her actual name.
This done, he made his way down to the concealed courtyard, not the main one where all sorts of traffic passed, but one less known and overgrown with vines and weeds. This area he had claimed as his own workshop, and he went there now to complete his latest masterpiece.
Entitled ‘Delilah’, the lump of marble in the centre of the courtyard was little more than that, with one hand extended outward, caressing the beginnings of a voluptuous curl of hair. He removed the stock portrait from the inside pocket of his black dinner jacket and shrugged the expensive item of clothing on to the ground. Now clad in just trousers and a billowing white shirt, he approached his work and caressed the cold stone, feeling the latent heat of the fading sun.
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Nicole Ulliel
New to Town
Vampire
Of all the things he was, I hated his nationality the most
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Post by Nicole Ulliel on Sept 12, 2009 11:49:02 GMT -5
Been summoned by the leaders of the Volturi was never pleasant, Nicole had found, either for herself or the person she was instructed to contact. The leaders weren’t like the Resistance she had fought with in France they didn’t trade in secrets and black market rations, when she was sent to another coven or lonely nomad, it was generally to discipline or return them to Volterra.
The current task, or errand as it seemed to Nicole, was local and seemingly easy. In fact after leaving the main chamber she wondered why a newer, lesser member couldn’t have been entrusted. Nicole wasn’t a high member of the Volturi, she possessed none of the powers they coveted, but she had diplomacy, passion for causes and stealth. During her life her attributes had made her a excellent resistance fighter, as in death they made her an excellent guard.
Heading in the direction of her target Nicole wondered what could see such an issue that the Elders would want it gone. The court yard was secluded, deep with in the castle and one rarely used. In the several years Nico had been there she had passed it several times, but never had cause to linger within it its high walls.
Turning the last corner in the corridor Nicole saw the light spilling in to the walk way from the yard. When inside the castle sunlight didn’t hold the issues it did outside, but Nico preferred the night. In the darkness, there were less shadows to show your location, easier to move unseen.
Even before stepping out in to the over grown court yard Nicole saw him with his back to her touching a piece of stone she was sure wasn’t there any other time she’d seen the yard. Stepping out in to the light she watched him though there was little to see from where she stood. Watching she tried to arrange her words to complete her set task. He seemed older then her, maybe not in vampire terms, but in human years and taking that on board Nicole went with politeness to address him. “Sir, I’ve been sent to inform you that you can’t be here, with that.” she said in a quick sentence not waiting for him to turn or stopping the flow of her words. Her voice was musical edged with the French accent she doubted she’d ever lose. “I’m sorry, you’ll have to move it.” She added in the same gentle, none demanding tone.
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Angelo Correale
New to Town
Vampire
You trick your lovers that you're wicked and divine, You may be a sinner but your innocence is mine.
Posts: 6
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Post by Angelo Correale on Sept 25, 2009 14:29:43 GMT -5
As Angelo continued to work on his new project, his new beauty, his brow got lower and lower. He eventually set his chisel down and took to the inconsequential curlicue with his fingertips. He had sensed the woman enter the courtyard, but he was too consumed to look up. Even when she addressed him it took a while for his attention to turn to her. He stroked over the sweeping, graceful curl then stood back to view it from further away. He wasn’t happy.
He flicked his crimson eyes to the side, sliding his gaze over the woman before him and suddenly it was all clear. Before him stood the embodiment of what he was searching for, not in that insignificant plaster cast of harlotry. He frowned, his eyes narrowing, though not at the woman’s instructions to leave, but at the imperfection lying before him. He extended his hands, without saying a word, and compressed the priceless slab of marble to dust. He was glad that he killed the subject of this piece, such a poor imitation of innocent beauty didn’t deserve to live.
“My Delilah was nothing but a common Jezebel,” he responded to her, rather cryptically, his voice thick with a medieval Florentine accent. He mostly still spoke with a Fiorentino dialect, but since the world had shrunk in modern times, it was only the odd turn of phrase that cast him apart from the majority of the Italians, especially as they were still in a Tuscan region. It was one of the reasons he never went to Rome, nor would he ever; they butchered their beautiful language with their harsh, urban tongues.
“And am I allowed to remain myself? Or with company?” he asked, his red eyes smouldering as their keen appreciation for the physical took in Nico’s form. Here was a model, if ever he saw one. He knew that he must have her, obtain her for his collection. For all the models he had had in the past, he had always known that they were insufficient. But this woman, stood as she was in a single beam of bright sunlight, already looked like the stone personification of that which he sought above all else – perfection.
“It is gone… And may I ask whom I have the pleasure of meeting at our lords’ leave?”
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Nicole Ulliel
New to Town
Vampire
Of all the things he was, I hated his nationality the most
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Post by Nicole Ulliel on Oct 3, 2009 18:07:53 GMT -5
It was hard to tell from the broad shoulders and locks of black hair whether or not the stranger had noticed her approached. Nicole doubted it, the stone that shouldn’t be there had all of his attention from what she could see. From her distance she watched him sweep his hand over the forms of the stone watching it give under his touch and the tool. Nico had never seen any real art, other then the sculptures in church as a child, seeing it made before was a fascination for her, but she tried to stay on her task.
When he finally turned her way she looked to him, his deep crimson eyes shining in his handsome face. His skin was darker then that of the other vampires in the castle framed by black waves of hair. Nico was taken from her human life before she had grown any interest to men, yet this man certainly brought forth a spark within her. Watching him Nico saw his eyes narrow and wondered if he was to make her task difficult, he seemed stubborn in a single look.
His actions with the stone caught her of guard and shocked her. Stumbling back Nicole never took her eyes of him but made a little more distance between them. She knew their kind could be violent and unpredictable, she didn’t want to face and wrath her take might induce in him.
His voice was like velvet, but his words were confusion incarnate Nicole. She knew nothing of a Delilah or a Jezebel and in passing she wondered if the man before her was crazy. Whatever his words said, it was his voice that intrigued and drew Nico in. It was deep and soft, a accent not heard in the castle or the world outside. So different from her own and those around her that she picked it out and committed it to memory.
It felt as if his eyes cast a looked over her body, but Nicole didn’t shy from the gaze. Her chin held high and she eyes looked to him. “You may stay, it was the stone that was causing the problem.” She told him reiterating the task that had brought her to the square. She wondered what he meant of company, wondering if he meant to bring another stone here, or was asking to remain accompanied, she wasn’t given further orders beyond the stone.
His words were right, the stone was gone. Without further orders, Nico was at a loss except to answer his question. “That it is.” She nodded offering a little smile meaning no malice to him, but merely carrying out her orders. “My name is Nicole Ulliel, I’m one of the Volturi Guards.” she spoke letting her name carry her accent as it so often did when she spoke in her mother tongue. “and you sir?” she asked maintaining the politeness and a need to know who the handsome artist was.
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Angelo Correale
New to Town
Vampire
You trick your lovers that you're wicked and divine, You may be a sinner but your innocence is mine.
Posts: 6
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Post by Angelo Correale on Nov 11, 2009 8:57:41 GMT -5
Even with his back turned to the woman that had interrupted him, Angelo could hear the little scrape of stone that most likely meant that his action had caught her unawares. At first this meant very little to him, other than perhaps she was a little naïve and maybe even weak. However, as he turned around and watched the play of light over her perfectly coordinated and formed features, he realised it was just an extension of her innocent perfection. He wondered how she served the Volturi in their ruthless pursuit of deviation when she radiated divine innocence from her core.
He continued to keep his deep crimson eyes on her, calculating how best he could capture her essence. Already he felt the deep urge to trap that which was ideal, preserve it in stone and ensure that the model would never threaten the perfection by out-existing his creation. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. He had never had a vampire model that had evoked such a reaction in him and he realised that the latter part of his plan would be more difficult than it would be in his humans. Then again, vampires were supposed to remain constant after their turn, certainly he had never changed since, so maybe it was a matter of control rather than destruction.
He bowed his head a little as she confirmed that the issue was with the stone rather than himself. “Yes, I agree. The creature was imperfect and inexcusable. Next time I vow to you a masterpiece.”
Returning his head to its more natural position, he offered a sultry smile, offering a small flash of predatory teeth as she introduced herself. “It is truly a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms Ulliel. I am Angelo Correale, a new resident of these castle walls.” He stooped and, moving with lightning speed, brought Nicole’s hand to his lips and brushed the most gentle of kisses over the wonderfully smooth skin.
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Nicole Ulliel
New to Town
Vampire
Of all the things he was, I hated his nationality the most
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Post by Nicole Ulliel on Nov 21, 2009 20:42:46 GMT -5
The way in which he looked at her was a little unsettling and alien to her, but she not unwelcome. Nicole could feel him watching her as she stood watching him, though she was sure they were watching each other for different reasons and outcomes. In her human life she’d been looked at as he looked at her, but then it had been unwelcome and accompanied with fear at what the look would lead too. Now as he looked at her she was intrigued what such a look foreshadowed.
As he spoke again of the stone Nicole was once again confused, though she noted he spoke of the sculpture the stone was to be formed to where as her master had spoken of the stone as a whole. She did wonder if the stone had become a masterpiece as he vowed of the next would the Masters allow it to remain. “The presence of it was inexcusable, though I can’t imagine my master would object to a masterpiece.” She said not sure what their view would be or if any stone would be allowed to remain long enough to be turned to something more. “With it now gone, all is well.” She nodded back.
Like their kind his looks, voice and actions were alluring, but Nicole had never found herself lured by their kind before; his smile changed that. His address was formal and his accent amazingly pleasant to listen to. With the speed of their kind, something her eyes caught, she watched him come to her and raise her hand to his lips. The action made Nicole smile, perhaps a blush if she’d been human, but that was long passed. His kiss was like a baby’s breath on her hand and she took it to memory and heart before pulling back her hand and speaking. “Welcome to Volterra Mr. Correale.” She nodded folding her hands gently in front of her, the kissed one under the other. “Our masters are not fond of change, I was merely following orders. Are you an artist by profession or is it a hobby?” she asked curiously.
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Angelo Correale
New to Town
Vampire
You trick your lovers that you're wicked and divine, You may be a sinner but your innocence is mine.
Posts: 6
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Post by Angelo Correale on Jan 14, 2010 9:29:47 GMT -5
By the time that Nicole had responded to his vow of a masterpiece, Angelo had already made up his mind that she should be the subject of the work. If he could even call it work – to emulate such natural perfection should be a breeze, not a toil. His crimson eyes continued to digest her eminent beauty, whilst his mind transformed her into a work of stone rather than the living creature she currently was. His eyes flicked to her face as she responded to him and he grinned at her, happy that she should see such a distinction, for he was almost certain that the Masters might have a slightly different opinion.
“Excellent,” he said, bringing his hands together to dust off the stone dust. He bowed his head to her in gratitude. “Thank you for pointing out my error. Another shall arrive tomorrow and we shall render the most perfect piece known to this earth.”
Once he had introduced himself formally, he righted himself, now closer to the woman that had allured him so. Although the flourish with which he had bowed and placed a kiss on Nicole’s hand had perhaps been a little ostentatious, the gesture itself was genuine – he was an old dog now, and he could remember his old tricks perfectly. Much like the masters that his new acquaintance was now mentioning.
“Neither,” he responded to her next question, his eyes boring into hers. “For artistry is in the heart as much as it is in the fingers and the mind. I was born into this world of perfect shape and form, Ms Ulliel. Tell me, have you ever been attended to by one such myself?”
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Nicole Ulliel
New to Town
Vampire
Of all the things he was, I hated his nationality the most
Posts: 5
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Post by Nicole Ulliel on Mar 1, 2010 18:32:06 GMT -5
He was formal and unusual. Nicole felt as if she’d missed part of the conversation, but she was expected to know what was happening. She found herself bowing in return. “We?” She echoed his word, “another stone cannot stand here, our Leaders will not allow it.” She said hoping he understood that he had to find another place to put his work in progress. Nico had little experience with artists, but was finding this on to be intriguing but a law unto himself.
He was clearly an artist yet he claimed to be neither professional nor amateur, he confused Nico and that was something she was never comfortable with. He spoke as formally as he acted, never had she been refered to as a Miss yet that was how he spoke. “Nico.” She corrected, not comfortable with the formal address, something she herself saved for the masters. “Attended by?” She didn’t understand the term. Growing up in a different time surrounded by poverty she had little use for such grand words or formal terms.
She knew she should return to the main hall, tourists would arrive soon which would be the start of dinner and the revels of the evening. Yet she stood before him still waiting to hear his next words and explanation. Nico saw how he looked at her, so intensely and it worried her. Their kind generally only looked that way on prey or their latest toy, she intended to be neither.
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Angelo Correale
New to Town
Vampire
You trick your lovers that you're wicked and divine, You may be a sinner but your innocence is mine.
Posts: 6
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Post by Angelo Correale on Mar 2, 2010 19:29:58 GMT -5
Like a true master of form, Angelo heard the confusion in Nicole’s words as she questioned his use of the inclusive pronoun. His intense crimson eyes rested on her face, which radiated the innocence he sensed in her disquiet, and he smiled. “With the right muse the eyesore will barely touch the ground before it is transformed. Our leaders will know nothing of it.” Of course he knew that he shouldn’t speak of the Volturi masters in such a manner, but he quite often lacked proper sense when his mind was caught up in the art world. When a model so exquisite was placed before him he could not stop to focus upon anything else.
“Nico,” he repeated, somehow smiling and looking apologetic at the same time as he placed the information in his mind. He had always found that being polite and formal often yielded the best of results, and he knew that this divine model necessitated the best of treatment- or what counted for it in his rather warped mind. “Surely one such as yourself has been called upon to play her part in the creation of beauty that we all strive to obtain? Has anyone tried to capture your essence?”
Although he could tell that he was making the other vampire nervous by his mannerisms, Angelo couldn’t help the way that he moved or acted, or even the way that he spoke. He was definitely born of another time and though he spent the vastest majority of his time with another (usually a woman) in his constant quest to capture the divine, he was actually very insular. Even when he was interacting with others he very much liked to make them his and he would never consider sharing with anyone else, knowing that they would only sully the perfection that he saw in his model.
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