Post by Donovan on Mar 16, 2013 17:33:36 GMT -5
She rose with lips speaking of deception. He could believe it. Vampires were crafty by nature. They were predators who by instinct alone weaved ways of capturing humans and stalking them. With someone like her he could see how deception would be a big part of her upbringing. The goldenbloods were no better that prized gems that were kept in constant confinement within a jewel box. There was still much he did not know but Celest had revealed enough for him to get a basic idea of the project. It was confinement at its finest and most clever.
He hated every bit of it.
Donovan’s hand rose and allowed his fingers to settle at his cheek. His chin rested against this thumb as he watched Celest with an intent eye. No word was lost on his ears. She came to the same conclusion he had. Then, he lifted his head from his chin upon hearing the words of a blood oath. Celest had the right of it of course. Blood was the defining element for all vampires. It was life and death, the very symbol of their existence.
The Italian vampire watched her curiously for a moment, letting the silence permeate the theater. He kept it that way for several moments as he waited to see if she would withdraw said offer. It never came.
A blood oath was something he rarely did. Only two occurrences of him every committing the act even existed. He still remembered them and the pacts had been kept strong. He had his own personal ritual for a blood oath taught by his sire. He may have killed Lorenzo, but he still respected the mans teachings. So, his mind made up, Donovan rose.
Reaching out, he clasped Celest’s hand in his palm and upturned it towards the ceiling. Then, his left hand rose to his lips and he bit down. Fangs stabbed into yielding flesh and before long the taste of his own blood touched his tongue. Satisfied, he pulled the bloodied hand away and brought it over Celest’s palm “My blood is my bond, Celest. I’ve never broken a pact and I don’t intend to now.” He squeezed his fist over her palm.
Crimson droplets dropped onto her palm in a soft patter. The oath complete, Donovan pulled his hand away and sucked at the wound until it had healed. Shaking his hand, Donovan smiled and nodded. “Now that we have a blood oath sealed, what’s next my beautiful goldenblood?”
He hated every bit of it.
Donovan’s hand rose and allowed his fingers to settle at his cheek. His chin rested against this thumb as he watched Celest with an intent eye. No word was lost on his ears. She came to the same conclusion he had. Then, he lifted his head from his chin upon hearing the words of a blood oath. Celest had the right of it of course. Blood was the defining element for all vampires. It was life and death, the very symbol of their existence.
The Italian vampire watched her curiously for a moment, letting the silence permeate the theater. He kept it that way for several moments as he waited to see if she would withdraw said offer. It never came.
A blood oath was something he rarely did. Only two occurrences of him every committing the act even existed. He still remembered them and the pacts had been kept strong. He had his own personal ritual for a blood oath taught by his sire. He may have killed Lorenzo, but he still respected the mans teachings. So, his mind made up, Donovan rose.
Reaching out, he clasped Celest’s hand in his palm and upturned it towards the ceiling. Then, his left hand rose to his lips and he bit down. Fangs stabbed into yielding flesh and before long the taste of his own blood touched his tongue. Satisfied, he pulled the bloodied hand away and brought it over Celest’s palm “My blood is my bond, Celest. I’ve never broken a pact and I don’t intend to now.” He squeezed his fist over her palm.
Crimson droplets dropped onto her palm in a soft patter. The oath complete, Donovan pulled his hand away and sucked at the wound until it had healed. Shaking his hand, Donovan smiled and nodded. “Now that we have a blood oath sealed, what’s next my beautiful goldenblood?”