What if the Volturi insisted on not only ruling over the world of vampires, but also on forcibly conscripting the best and brightest of the vampire world?
This RP takes place in a universe where joining the Volturi Clan is not a choice for gifted vampires, but an expectation. Like war conscripts, gifted vampires are expected to join voluntarily. While some do try to run or fight, they are inevitably brought in to Volterra. Resistance is routinely met with unimaginable torture until the vampire in question breaks. However, usually the power and prestige associated with the Volturi are enough to tempt most vampires into being cooperative without the use of force. This RP will probably take place mostly in Volterra, Italy, but I fully expect that our characters will go on missions to other locales now and then.
In this RP, Carlisle is still a "vegetarian" vampire, recruited by the Volturi for his amazing gift of control. This leaves the possibility open for other vampires to have "vegetarian" or "traditional" diets. In this universe, all of the rules of the Volturi still exist with some minor modifications. The most notable being that while vampires should not reveal themselves to the public, revealing themselves to individual humans is not expressly forbidden. This is largely because, thanks to Carlisle's influence, and the increasing role of technology in facilitating things like missing person's reports, feeding from a human then releasing them, or alternatively, feeding from blood bags, is highly encouraged.
As always, feel free to PM me with questions/concerns/ideas! :)3/20/2015 #1 Report
(Okay... Sorry I didn't get my "first posts" up yesterday. I got some bad news. Anyways, going to try working on them now.)3/21/2015 #2 Report
Carlisle: *his brow furrowed with concern as he stood between the three masters* With all due respect, my lords, are we certain that this information is credible? The last time we went looking for the Children of the Moon, we wasted value time and resources—for lack of a better term—on a wild goose chase. There are other threats that are far more deserving of our attention. The reports we have of rogue vampires alone—
Caius: *raising a hand to silence Carlisle, though even as he interrupted the man he was as calm and emotionless as always* —will be dealt with, do be assured, Carlisle. However, even you must admit that if this report contains even a shred of truth, the Children of the Moon are an unquestionable threat. They are not like us, not even like our rogue brethren. Even child vampires have more sense than those beasts when they are unleashed on the full moon. They cause chaos without emotion or logic. That is not something that can or will be tolerated. And hearing of their possible colonization in the New World is quite troubling. If you feel the chance of threat is so small, then it is within your discretion to dispatch a smaller, less experienced team. Perhaps, this would be a chance for the damphir to "get her sea legs" as it were, now that she has completed the bulk of her training.
Carlisle: *nodding his head with great hesitation* As you wish, my lords. *bowing lowly before he backed out of the room, knowing that he had gotten much more of a compromise out of Caius than he could ever hope for from either of his other brothers*3/21/2015 #3 Report
Robyn: Oh, Italy is so beautiful! *grinning from ear to ear as she happily walked through the cobbled streets of Volterra, her American attire clearly giving her away as a tourist as she perused the city. Initially, she had planned to spend the summer in Paris, but those plans had gone awry after an argument with her on again, off again boyfriend, Guy. He was a few years older than her, so naturally he was ready to settle down, for commitment. While Robyn cared about him, she still couldn't bring herself to say she loved him, and Guy's proposal that he move to Paris to live with him had just been too much. Suffice it to say that they were "off" for the foreseeable future. She had cancelled her summer plans to travel to Paris. However, after a lot of crying, chocolate, and romantic comedies, Robyn picked herself up and felt more determined than ever to have a fun summer. One last blast before she graduated. So she packed her things and impulsively bought a ticket to Volterra, the price of which had been near half that for a ticket for nearby Florence, her intended destination. She fully intended to move on to the famed Renaissance city tomorrow, in fact her bags were already packed for the two hour bus ride. But for today she was going to enjoy the unexpected beauty of Volterra* If this is what a small city looks like, I can't even imagine Florence. *she lagged behind the tourist group being led toward Castle to be fed upon, taking pictures of the magnificence around her with her camera phone as they drew closer and closer to the doors*3/21/2015 #4 Report
(*sneaking in for a quick peek* I'm liking this new topic idea, hopefully I'll be able to start getting on a little more than I've been able to the past few months. Although I'm pretty sure my boss hates me and that's leaving me a little bit depressed, I think that this might help some. :) )
Jasper: *shrugging into the everyday black Volturi cape and pulling it tight around the red vest that distinguished him from lesser members of the guard. It seemed that his closet was always only filled with black capes, some of them more formal than others, and red vests. As a member of the most prestigious vampire group in the world, he wasn't allowed to wear anything else unless he was on an undercover mission that allowed him to venture outside the castle grounds, but he hadn't been on one of those in months. The dreariness of the day to day was starting to weigh heavily on him, and Carlisle had warned him more than once that his demeanor was starting to lean in the direction of disrespectful and if that happened, he would be punished severely. Even a vampire of his standing would be unable to escape punishment if it was so ordered by the brothers, and they wouldn't hesitate to whip him back into shape if they thought it was necessary. He really just needed a good mission, something to get him out of the castle, away from the mundane, and out into the world where anything could happen. But sadly, he doubted he would be allowed to join a mission anytime soon, not until long after the last of Maria's army had been dealt with. Maria had been his sire, his mistress, at least for the duration of his newborn year. As he neared the end of it, she had recognized his gift and been forced to turn him over to the Volturi, where he had been ever since. Her army never was much threat, but then it was discovered she was starting to harbor gifted vampires for herself instead of turning them over like the law dictated. Apparently after seeing how powerful he had become with the Volturi, Maria had sworn never to let another gifted vampire out of her grasp. When it was discovered, Jasper was ordered to lead the team to wipe her out. All the gifted the vampires had been spared and were now being trained to serve the Volturi. The others were executed. Maria was still being tortured for her crimes, and there was no telling how much longer the brothers could go on with that before giving up and just killing her. Emerging from his room and heading for the throne room for feeding. A new batch of humans were scheduled to arrive soon and part of him actually still hoped that the human blood would take the edge off his negative temperament. Nodding a greeting to the twins as he took up his position among the guard. Alec and Jane would always be the most powerful, but he was a close third, perhaps tied with Benjamin for the spot. Standing to his full height and rolling his shoulders easily as he waited with high anticipation for the humans to arrive*3/23/2015 #5 Report
Rosalie: *smiling sensually as she licked the last of the blood off her lips* Thank you for your time today, boy. I will expect you back at the same time next week.
Gabriel: *Rising from his place on the couch next to the beautiful blonde and taking a moment to make sure his legs wouldn't give out on him before bowing slightly and taking his leave* Of course, Ma'am, I look forward to it. *accepting the envelope she held out to him as he made his way out the door of the spacious home. He didn't bother to count the cash inside, he knew that it would all be there. Rosalie never cheated him, never. Sometimes she included a tip, but never once had she been short a single bill. After learning of the existence of vampires a little over a year ago, he found a way to earn money for college, with minimal trouble. It wasn't unlike being a male prostitute, only he sold his blood instead of his body. He had four clients that he saw on a regular basis and Rosalie was one of them. His first one, and his favorite one for that matter. Of course, losing that much blood each week make it more difficult to play his chosen sport, football, but somehow with regular workouts and plenty of fluids and rest after a feeding, he found a way to make it work. Driving back to campus with a smile on his face and the radio turned up loud, and knowing that he would never regret his choices.*
Rosalie: *watching Gabriel go with an unreadable expression on her face. Maybe she should have accepted Carlisle's invitation to join him in Italy after all. But as an ungifted vampire, she wasn't forcibly conscripted to the Volturi and therefore had no real reason to want to join them. By staying in New York, she was allowed to really explore everything this life had to offer. She was working on her forth doctorate, and this time completing all the assignments online. She had everything she could ever hope for delivered right to her front door. And sometimes she could convince Emmett to take her out for a night on the town, dancing, maybe a show, or opera, or play. Life was good, life was almost perfect. It could never be completely perfect. At least not unless vampires were allowed to adopt human babies. She had Carlisle to propose the rule to the Brothers once, stating that if they were allowed to tell single humans the secret for the purpose of having someone to feed on, then they should be allowed to tell a human child for the purpose of adopting them. But teachers and school officials would be suspicious eventually, and it would be too hard on a human baby to move every two or three years right after they had started to make really good friends in one place. It wouldn't be fair to the child.*3/23/2015 #6 Report
(Hey, hey, hey Miracle! :) It's great to see you! I'm sorry about you're boss, but hopefully a little RPing will take your mind off it, at least for a little while. :))
Robyn: *blinking when Heidi called to her and the rest of the stragglers, instantly feeling the undeniable, enchanting pull that the vampress emitted* Oh, yes—sì, signora—I'm coming! *picking her pace up to a light jog to catch up with the rest of the group as they approached the giant double doors of the Volterra castle. Of course she was enchanted by the feat of architecture at first sight, Robyn had always had a natural appreciation for beautiful things. That was the reason she had originally become attracted to art, after all. Art was all about beautiful things. Or at least it seemed to be, at the surface. In reality, it was really about meaning, about emotion. And this castle, this work of art, with it's even stones, high arches, and imposing sculpture, was all about power and dominance. There was also something a little frightening and sad about it, though she couldn't point to exactly where those emotions came from. Perhaps it was a lack of something—a lack of warmth—that stirred those feelings in her. This place was a tour de force, a stronghold, but it wasn't a home. She continued to take snapshots as they made their way through the usual tour, through the front gates, around the outer halls, then to the throne room. Even Robyn couldn't help but perk up when Heidi announced the tour would be getting a "special treat" inside. The promise had been enough that no one in the group had suspected anything when they entered the room and the Volturi guard lined the walls, ready to feed on the prey that Heidi had drawn in. Robyn looked expectantly to Heidi to explain the "treat." Were these actors? Was there going to be some play-acting about the history of Volterra that Heidi had been going on about since the tour began? Or was this something else entirely? But Heidi was busy closing the doors, it seemed. Something nagged at Robyn in the back of her mind, telling her that she should be worried, but instead she focused her attention on the people she assumed were actors. Almost against her will, she found her eyes glued to one of the "performers" in particular. Jasper. Something about him, the golden, curly hair, the near-black eyes, his pale skin; she didn't know what it was, but she couldn't bring herself to look away. Then she heard a tortured scream, and the spell was broken. Of course, Alec quickly shushed the girl in question, blood on his lips as the woman went limp in his arms thanks to his gift. Robyn's mind reeled in shock, her phone slipping from her trembling hand as she took a step backwards, instinctively retreating from the scene as vampire after vampire latched on to a human victim* This can't be happening.3/23/2015 #7 Report
Emmett: *he was hunting. Not in the way he had once hunted as a human—no, he was a vampire now—there was no need for guns, or animals, for that matter. Emmett was hunting for a human to drink. He understood the necessity of human blood as well as his mate did and he was thirsty for it. Usually, he had a human of his own to satisfy his needs. A young up and coming woman in the corporate world—Stacy—had consistently allowed him to drink her blood for years. Things had changed, however. With a bun in the oven, she'd put an end to their arrangement. Emmett had told Rosalie it was because of the woman's upcoming nuptials. He loved his wife, but he also understood the necessity for a little white lie now and then. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt Rosalie. Even the thought of her made him smile. His angel. However, the situation had left him without a steady source of warm, fresh blood. He had sustained himself bagged blood for near a month, but that wasn't what he wanted. He was on the prowl for a new donor. He jogged lightly through central park in athletic gear, trying to scope out a healthy human. A healthy human wouldn't only taste better, but they'd be able to handle the strain of the weekly feedings a vampire required. He paused at a bench, going through the motions of aerobic stretches as his eyes casually scoped out the area. It was times like these when he wished he and Rosalie had gone to Volterra. The Volturi had everything handed to them, money, a home, a fresh batch of tourists each week. On the other hand, Emmett had always had an independent streak. He could hardly stand submitting to the woman he loved, he doubted he'd ever be able to hand the reigns over to the three kings and serve them, of all things. In fact, the thought made him feel a little ill at ease*3/23/2015 #8 Report
Jasper: *launching himself forward with a feral growl, catching Robyn's phone mere inches before it would shatter against the concrete floor, and reaching out in the same second to tightly grasp her wrist with his other hand, pulling her body flush against his and shoving the phone hard against her chest* A broken phone doesn't wash down the drain in the floor the same way that blood does, we have to pick those up bit by bit, it's kind of a pain in the ***. Don't speak, don't move, just take your phone and try to relax and you might live to see another day. *blasting her with numbing emotions as he spoke quickly and harshly* I have a soft spot for Americans. *licking the side of her neck* They always taste so much better, and they know how to keep a secret, so I usually let them live. Most of the others here will die. You should know just how lucky you are that I got to you first. *not wasting another moment before sinking his teeth deep into the side of her neck and drinking greedily, instantly slipping into a unique kind bliss that only came from tasting the most exquisite blood he had ever had the pleasure of sampling, barely remembering to pull back seconds before her heartbeat would stop forever, her body limp in his arms as he sealed the wound on her neck, unsure if she was even still conscious or not, and too hazy from her delicious blood to really care as he set her aside with the other humans who had managed to survive the feeding massacre and would be taken to a recovery room to regain their strength and be sworn to secrecy. Those who refused to keep the secret would be killed anyway. The rest would eventually be released back into society. But now that they were marked, any vampire who crossed paths with them from now on would know they could feed those humans and the human would keep the secret. Feeders they were called. The few humans who could keep the secret, marked forever as a blood donor of sorts. But at least they were allowed to live.*3/23/2015 #9 Report
Bayleigh: *out for her usual early morning jog in the park, the earbuds of her MP3 player securely in place, her long pony tail gently swaying from side to side across her back as she concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other. Her mind flipping back and forth from the beat of the song that she was using to pace herself so she didn't jog too fast or too slowly and the list of things she was trying to memorize for a test she had later that day* Piaget: Sensorimotor, Preoperational, Concrete Operational, Formal Operational. Erickson: Trust vs. Mistrust, Automony vs. Shame and Doubt, Initiative vs. Guilt, Industry vs. Inferiority, Identity vs. Confusion.3/23/2015 #10 Report
Robyn: *the same thought kept repeating itself over in over in her head, like a mantra* This can't be happening. *she tried to convince herself, as she watched Jasper move towards her with speed that should have been impossible* This can't be happening. *she thought, feeling strangely numb and detached from the situation as he liked the side of her neck and whispered words about how she would live* This can't be happening. *was her last coherent thought as she went limp in his arms, her neck still stinging with phantom pain from the razor sharp teeth that had pierced it only moments ago, from the venom that had sealed the bite into a mark that was all but invisible to her fellow humans. But as she was lied down on the cold concrete besides half a dozen other, barely breathing bodies, a startling thought came to her* What if this is happening? What if this is real? *of course she wanted to deny it. So weak from the recent feeding, she convinced herself for a long moment that she was merely sleeping, that this was a strange dream, and she just needed to wake up. But she couldn't, she realized, as goosebumps rose on her skin from the cold floor and lukewarm blood seeped into one of her sleeves from another human whose feeding wound hadn't been closed properly* This is real. *as the shock began to wear away, panic began to set it. She tried to push herself up into a sitting position, but her arms trembled with the effort and she ended up on the col bloody pavement once more. Her muscles ached from the effort and she heard someone laughing easily, telling her not to worry, that they would be "taken care of" in a minute. Of course, that thought gave her no relief, especially when when she looked in the direction of the voice, only to watch as the member of the lower guard who had been tasked with taking care of the cleanup mercifully snapped the neck of a man who would have never survived the sorry state he was in. Her stomach churned in disgust* I have to get out of here. *with renewed purpose, she somehow managed to get to her feet. The room was practically swimming, but she was standing, so she considered that a success. Of course, when her vision blacked out and she felt her knees begin to give way, she was gripped with a panic the likes of which she had never felt before. It was the fight or flight instinct at it's strongest, but she could do neither, so her body released the energy the only other way it could: with a fierce wave of projected panic, pushing out from her in all directions*3/23/2015 #11 Report
Emmett: *his eyes narrowing slightly as he spotting his prey. She was exactly what he had in mind, healthy, happy. She looked the right age to be in college, so he was sure that she could use any money he might have to offer. It was a very kind arrangement he and Rosalie partook in, really. Few vampires paid for what they could so easily take. However, considering who he and Rosalie had been sired by, he wasn't entirely shocked they each had more of a moral compass than most of their kind. He quickly finished his stretches and jogged after her so that they were stride-in-stride with one another, waiting for her to notice him for several minutes before he realized she was to preoccupied with her music and whatever else she had on her mind. So, in the name of saving time, he quite literally threw himself at her, purposefully tripping over a rock and bringing them both to one side of the trail very carefully so he wouldn't hurt her with his hard, granite body* God, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? *moving to help her up after pretending to have some difficulty picking himself up off the grass*3/23/2015 #12 Report
Jasper: *just about to exit the room on the heels of Jane and Alec when a sudden shock of panic hit him out of nowhere, the too quick for human ears exclamations from the remaining few vampires in the room instantly let him know that he wasn't the only one to feel it either, looking on in horror as the half-dead human he had fed on crashed to the concrete floor after trying and failing to run away, knowing instantly that she had been the source of the panic, his eyes quickly scanning the room before making a split-second decision and counteracting the projected panic with projected calm and raising his voice just loud enough to be heard, but talking much too fast for any human to understand and with the authority of his position that would cause no one to interrupt him or argue against him* I apologize for my outburst of projected emotions. They get away from me after feeding sometimes as you all know. I will handle that one myself. *pointing to Robyn's crumpled body, before turning his gaze in the direction of Jane before she could open her mouth* Yes, Jane, I am aware that she appears to be trouble, you don't have to tell me that, which is why I'm choosing to deal with her recovery myself instead of leaving it to someone less qualified. My panic that you felt was because I was genuinely afraid that she would be too much for the lower guard to deal with. Now, if you'll excuse me. *marching over to Robyn's body without another word and carefully lifting her frailness into his strong arms and exiting the room to carry her to a private recovery room, by taking responsibility for the emotions, he was hopefully saving her from a life full of pain and torture, a fate like his own, one that was sometimes worse than death, a miserable existence serving the Volturi. As a clearly gifted human, the law was to turn her immediately and conscript her into army, but as long as he was the only one who knew the truth, she stood a real chance of evading that fate. Gently laying her down on the soft mattress and covering her pale form with a warm blanket, he took up his position and settled into the large, comfy chair to one side of the bed to watch over his charge as she healed from the rough feeding.*3/23/2015 #13 Report
Bayleigh: *letting out a sound of surprise as she suddenly found herself falling to the ground, dazed for a second out of shock more than actual injury* Oh, goodness, no, I'm sorry, sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going, I'm quite clumsy. *accepting his hand to help her to her feet as she removed the ear buds and wrapped them around her player that was securely tucked in her pocket* I'm fine. Although, I think that probably brings my morning run to a conclusion. It's always hard to get back on track after an interruption. *looking him up and down* Are you ok? I think you probably hit harder than I did. I can go with you to the first aid station if you need me to just to make sure you aren't hurt. I'm Bayleigh by the way. Again, I'm sorry about that. Are you sure you're going to be ok?3/23/2015 . Edited 3/23/2015 #14 Report
Robyn: *after the exertion she had put it through trying to escape, Robyn felt herself being forcefully pulled into unconsciousness. Her body hung, unaware and limp in Jasper's grasp as he took charge of her, completely unaware of what he had done for her, or even what she had done to prompt the action. It wasn't until several hours later that she began to stir. She hadn't completely recovered, it would have been a shock if she had, given how much blood she had lost. She didn't look quite so dead, however. Though still pale, her cheeks had regained a bit of their color. And her eyes were open and looking around, though initially unfocused. She groaned softly, confusion flitting across her features when she realized she was in a warm, comfortable bed, rather than on the cold, concrete floor. Or, alternatively, dead—which is what she'd really expected. When her eyes finally began to focus, they landed on Jasper, who had remained vigilantly by her side. Even in her bewildered state, she couldn't help but appreciate how beautiful he was. Unlike anything she had ever seen before, he was undoubtedly a piece of art. Like Michelangelo's David, with his unearthly grace and masculinity, as if he were cared out of flawless marble. And then there was the concern etched on his face—that brought her back to reality, blinking blearily* W-What—? *her throat cracking dryly, after all, dehydration was a common symptom of blood loss. However, she pushed through the uncomfortable feeling, like dry firewood, clearing her throat harshly* What happened? Where am I? How did I get here? I can't... *shaking her head as her mind replayed the last several minutes before she'd lost consciousness over and over again, as if on a loop, sitting up very suddenly, nearly smacking her head on the wall behind her as her mind began to follow her body in waking up* You— You— *her hand going to her neck as she kept herself pressed up against the headboard, as far as she could be from him without getting out of the bed as she searched for physical proof of what had taken place, finding little more than a fine line on her skin, a scar so subtle she was half-sure she'd imagined it*3/23/2015 #15 Report
Emmett: *smiling brilliantly as he waved off her concern* I'm tougher than I look. Nothing's really hurt. Unless we're counting my ego. That took a pretty hard hit. *chuckling softly at the quip, looking over her carefully to make sure that he hadn't accidentally hurt her. He didn't smell any blood, but it really wouldn't do to start of their "relationship"—if she agreed to such an arrangement, of course—by bruising her black and blue. However, to his relief, she seemed to be honestly unharmed* I'm sorry again. I wasn't watching where I was going and a rock caught me. Since I've ruined your run, maybe I could make it up to you... Can I buy you lunch? Or maybe a cup of coffee? *hoping that he could get her somewhere secluded, to further gauge the situation, and of course just in case she reacted badly to his suggestion and the secrets that came along with it*3/23/2015 #17 Report
Jasper: *not daring to allow himself to smile in relief as the human before him started to wake up and become more aware of her surroundings, it was important, vital, that he remain as impassive as possible, show no signs of his relief, his gladness that she was mending as quickly as she was, a rate that was actually pretty close to normal, but seemed much faster to him. Moving across the room and back in a blur as he grabbed some bottled water from the mini fridge in the corner of the room, and carefully handing her the bottle before returning to his chair* Drink up. It's still sealed so you know it's not poisoned or anything. You need all the fluids you can get right now. Someone will deliver some real food for you shortly. *clearing his throat after a moment* You'll have to forgive me, it's been a while since I conducted a recovery and release. I'm going to need your name for the paperwork. Your full, legal name, I might add. Please don't make this difficult. If want to leave here alive, you will cooperate. So, drink your water, and tell me your name. Then I'll answer whatever questions you have while the paperwork is being processed. It'll be delivered here for you to sign along with your dinner.3/23/2015 #18 Report
(Hey, Grace! :) Maybe Bella and Edward would be training together in the Castle [because Bella has been recently turned, hence recently trained]. Or maybe they could be off on assignment together. I could see Esme organizing the Castle library, waiting for Carlisle to get out of his meeting... And Seth and the other shifters would probably be recently shifted, due to nomad vampire activity in the area.)3/23/2015 #19 Report
(Hey, Grace! :) I'll try to think up something for Jacob to maybe get you started with Seth and the shifters.)3/23/2015 . Edited 3/23/2015 #20 Report
Bayleigh: *narrowing her eyes skeptically, as she started to think that maybe this "chance" encounter wasn't exactly as innocent as it seemed, every self defense class she had ever taken had warned her about exactly this kind of situation* Are you trying to hit on me? Wouldn't your wife have a problem with that? *pointedly as she nodded to the ring she had noticed on his left hand* I mean, normally I wouldn't reject free coffee, there's normally a cart parked just ahead on the trail that's really good, but I'm not interested in becoming the other woman, so if that's what you're after just forget it right now. And maybe next time you try to pick up a girlfriend or a mistress or whatever, take off the ring first, and maybe don't body slam into her either. You know, just a hint. *already turning to march off back in the opposite direction*3/23/2015 #21 Report
Jacob: *growling angrily as he stomped around the woods, trapped in his wolf form, unable to shift back to his human body until he had sufficiently calmed down from his latest scuffle with some of the other wolves* This is SO not fair! I'm supposed to have better control than this! I'm supposedly descended from one of the greatest Alphas, Ephraim Black, if you believe all the stories and I get this riled up over a t-shirt! It's one dumb shirt! I should just be able to let it go and get back to normal. But it was my favorite shirt! And they ruined it! Ugh! Just calm down, Jake! You fought about it, you kicked butt, you won, now just calm down, return to normal. You can do it. Almost there....3/23/2015 #22 Report
Robyn: *seeing him zipping across the room, then back in front of her again had her flinching back so hard that her head bumped back against the headboard. She immediately grimaced in pain at the sharp, stinging pain in the back of her head, but it quickly faded. With slightly unsteady hands, she unscrewed the cap of the water bottle, taking a tentative sip, then many larger, longer gulps until the bottle was nearly finished* ...I'm worried about a lot of things right now, but being poisoned isn't one of them. If you wanted to kill me, you would just... Snap my neck, right? *she managed to sound calm as she spoke, but she eyed him warily as she remembered the ease with which the other vampire had done it to the man whose arm had been broken in several places by the rough grasp an uncaring vampire had taken on him. And that wasn't even mentioning the way his aorta had nearly been torn out. It may have been a mercy, but the image made her shudder. The image already reinforced what she knew: she wanted to live. And, for now, it seemed living meant cooperating, or so she fervently hoped* ...My name is Robyn Lynn Summers. That's Robyn with a 'y'. *sighing quietly as she silently prayed that she wasn't making a grave mistake in parting with the information. She stared at him for a long moment, clearly still processing what had happened* So... Questions. What is this whole, "recovery and release" thing? Why do you need my name? Why am I still here? Not that I'm complaining—because, clearly, that would be beyond stupid—but, why didn't you kill me? Why are you letting me go? And... *looking a little more than uncomfortable* How can you... Move like that? And why did you... Bite me? Why isn't there a mark on my neck? *finally stopping to give him a chance to talk, watching him intently as she waited for him to answer her many, burning questions*3/23/2015 #23 Report
Emmett: *looking adequately insulted by her insinuations as he—oh so gently—caught her by the arm to keep her from leaving* Woah, woah, woah. Slow down there. Contrary to popular belief, their is such a thing as being friendly anymore. Not everyone who tries to take a nice gesture is trying to get into your pants. I mean, seriously, would you be jumping down my throat like this if I were a woman? Talk about sexist. *but, despite his words, he actually seemed to be taking her accusations quite well. As with everything, he found a grain of humor in the face that this woman instinctively knew he wanted something from her* I don't take off my ring because I love my wife and I'm proud of her. I just felt bad about ruining your run... And I thought I might make your day a little better. "Pay it forward", you know? *shaking his head a little, disappointed now that he saw she was on her guard. Chances were, this one was going to slip through his fingers and he was going to have to try again tomorrow* Too bad, too. She smells delicious. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. *earnestly, as he released her*3/23/2015 #24 Report
Jasper: *nodding as he taped a few keys on a conveniently located iPad that would insert her name into a common non-disclosure form and then print the form for her to sign. Mentally cataloging each of the questions she asked so that he would be sure to explain everything to her as they waited for her food and the forms.* Right, guess there is a lot of explaining for me to do now. Well, Robyn, with a 'y', as you may or may not have guessed, we're not exactly human here. It's imperative that fact remains a secret. You see, my kind can only survive by feeding on your kind, humans. It's actually a rather simple food chain when you think about it. You eat plants and animals, we eat you. Or more accurately, we drink your blood. That's right, we're vampires. *grinning boldly as he said the word out loud* No, you aren't crazy or dreaming, and no, I'm not crazy either, you've seen for yourself what we can do, now I'm just giving it a name. But just so we're clear, we are not related to Dracula, or Nosferatu, or the Salvatore brothers, or Angel, or really anything you can find in fiction, unless you count the original Lord Ruthven, he's actually a pretty close approximation to what we really are. But aside from all that, what is most important to grasp here is the secrecy of it all. You're still here, still alive, because unlike most of my kind, I still have a little sympathy for humans, and most of the time choose to let them live. Yes, this was probably horrible for you, and you'll be haunted by it for a long time, and I'm very, very sorry for that, but at least you're alive, try to remember that. Recovery and release is when we allow humans who have been fed on, but not killed to regain their strength and finish healing after the feeding before they are allowed to leave the castle grounds and return to their normal life. Of course, returning to your normal life is contingent on several things, first, you have to sign a nondisclosure that you will never, never speak of what happened here or reveal our existence to others. Second, if you are ever approached by another vampire in the future and they choose to feed on you, you will keep his or her secret as well. Third, and this is particular to you and of the utmost importance and should never be spoken outside of this room or to any other soul than my own, you must never, ever use your empathic ability and project your emotions again. To do so, would mean a fate worse than death for you. Try to understand. Now, do you think that you can do that? And before you answer, if you say no, if you can't keep the secret, then I will be forced to kill you here and now.3/23/2015 . Edited 3/23/2015 #25 Report
Bayleigh: *gasping at the coldness of his touch as he reached out to stop her, about to reach into her opposite pocket for the pepper spray she always carried on her jogs, but hesitating when his words remained nonthreatening and he made no move to actually hurt her, sighing softly after a moment of processing his words* No, I'm sorry. You're right. I should have taken the gesture for what it was, a nicety, and not some ploy. And for the record, you were about two seconds away from being maced as well. It's just that when you hear every single day about a disappearance or a murder or a cheating husband slash conman, you tend not to trust people. I should have given you more of a fair shake. So, if the offer's still good, I'd be happy to have a coffee with you. Although, I should probably buy my own to make up for misjudging you so quickly. Your wife is very lucky to have someone so loyal.3/23/2015 #26 Report
Robyn: *swallowing around the lump in her throat* That's... A lot to process. *Blinking rapidly with sudden realization* Wait, what do you mean, my empathic ability? Projecting my emotions? I... I really have absolutely no clue what you're talking about. Can people really do that? Like... Magical, emotionally-manipulating juju? *running a hand through her hair as she tried to stay centered, but in all honesty she already knew her world was spinning out of control* Okay... Okay. God damn it. I really, really don't want to die. *meeting his eyes earnestly for a very long moment* Please, don't kill me. I... I'll do whatever you want. I'll sign whatever you want. Even thought the idea of sitting back quietly while vampires use me like a human juice box makes me want to toss my cookies—I'll do it. I swear. Just... Please don't hurt me. *remaining tense as she watched him, something in her stomach wrenching violently at the idea of his hands reaching out and snapping her neck. It wasn't just the paralyzing fear she expected the feel, but... Some kind of violation. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. She was terrified of him—and for good reason—but that just felt wrong* Why did it have to be vampires? I'll never be able to enjoy Vampire Diaries again. Not that it's an amazing show, but you know. It's not that bad. Worse now that I'll remember nearly getting my throat torn out every time I watch it. *sighing a little as she realized not being able to enjoy a TV show was really the last of her problems* I don't know if... I don't know. A part of me almost wishes that I was crazy. Even if I'd lost my mind, and this was just a delusion I was having while I rocked myself back and forth in a padded cell, wearing one of those fantastic jackets that make you hug yourself... At least I wouldn't have to worry about dying. *blinking rapidly as she realized something* Wait... What, what do you mean, empathic ability? Projecting emotions? I mean... You must be pulling my leg, right? I mean, first vampires exist, now magical, emotion altering powers? What are you going to tell me next: "watch out for werewolves on the full moon"? *closing her eyes for a brief second as she forced herself to suspend her disbelief* Even if I could, even if there was such a thing, why would it matter? And why would you care? I mean, I'm just dinner, right?3/23/2015 #27 Report
Emmett: Not everyone's out to hurt you. I don't want to hurt her. Not really. Better that I'm after her than one of those real monsters. Like those men that——No. No. Rosalie punished them a long time ago. They're dead. Just stop. *smiling charmingly as he nodded his head in the direction of the nearest coffee shop, able to spot the poignant scent from a mile away* Don't worry, it's still on me. My original offer is still good. *walking with her in the direction of the shop over the car when she posed no objections, holding the door open for her when they arrived, the tinkling sound of a bell ringing as he opened and closed the door* I love my wife... And she's a good woman, if I do say so myself. I'm the luckiest man on Earth to have her. She makes me a better man, she makes me want to be the best man I can be. I think that's the mark of true love... Wanting to be the best version of yourself you can be, for that woman, what about you? *amiably, as they waited in line to place their order* Do you have someone?3/23/2015 #28 Report
Jasper: *laughing aloud at her mention of Werewolves* Well, now that you mention it, Children of the Moon are a very serious threat, but they've been mostly eradicated, only small packs still exist, so you don't really have to worry about them as much now as you would have a hundred years ago or so. But just to be safe, don't go near the woods. They don't just change on full moons. They can change whenever they choose, and for a full blooded CoM, they stay in their wolf form nearly 95% of the time. And for the record, you aren't just dinner, you're also breakfast, lunch, and snack time too. *giving her a half grin and a wink to hopefully convey that he was just joking* But really, if that's all you were, I wouldn't be letting you go. I wouldn't be giving you this chance to live, and I most certainly wouldn't have warned you about your latent empathic abilities. I care because....because I'm an empath too. Although, for me, the ability is no longer latent. Gifted vampires, those of us with abilities that go beyond the normal vampire skills are required to serve what is essentially a Triune Kingship. Three brothers who call themselves the leaders of the vampire world. This is not a very fun life, and it isn't one that I would wish on anyone else. Back in the feeding room, you unconsciously projected the panicked emotions you were feeling onto everyone else in the room. I was the only one to recognize that it came from you. Everyone else thought it came from me. Latent abilities in humans are very, very rare and seldom recognized for what they are. In your case, if you can do that as a human, there's no telling how powerful you would be as a vampire. If anyone else finds out about it, you'll be turned and forced into service here. You may not have much control over it, but please just try to be aware that it can happen during times of intense emotion, so do your best to stay calm even when you don't totally feel that way, just don't become overwhelmed with strong emotions and get back to calm as quickly as you can. It's safer that way, for you and for others. Like I said, this is not a life I would wish on anyone. You must avoid it at all costs for as long as you can. Remember that. Get into yoga or something. Learn breathing exercises that help you stay calm, listen to relaxation tapes, whatever it takes to keep from projecting like that again. Someone's bound to recognize it sooner or later if you don't control it.3/23/2015 #29 Report
Bayleigh: *blushing profusely when he asked about her own love life, or lack thereof really* Well...It's complicated. I know, what isn't these days? There is a guy, but we aren't really dating. We're more like best friends. We grew up next to each other. Even went to the same daycare. We were each other's first kiss. I lost my virginity to him. *cringing a little* That was a little TMI, wasn't it. *shaking her head to herself, embarrassed at the words that had just tumbled from her mouth* Anyway, we even made this silly pact with each other that if neither one of us are married by the time we're thirty-five, we'll marry each other. Like I said, though, it's silly. There's no way he'll still be single at thirty-five, he's really a great guy. I'm glad to have him as my best friend. *stepping up to the counter and placing her order for a vanilla latte and waiting for the giant man next to her to place his own order*3/23/2015 #30 Report