Ooc: Please only intelligent mature vocab use responses of good length. Background: Eliza: A uni student, engaged in romance with Cherise who attends the same University. Mystery: Another Uni student Name needed, has sent very particular invitations to only those who she though beautiful enough and worthy of her the gothique style night she has planned. Those not likely to kick up a fuss wether the feast be sex or chocolate. Party guests, Cherise and Mystery needed. Please Note: detailed writing expected. New Orleans street.

She was curled delicately on the couch. Watching... watching for what. The room was lit with the eerie shadowed blue of that haunted time between twilight and night. She listened, willing a knock to resound through the small house, her lithe figure poised in ready to dash down the hallway and wrench open the front door. She hated her own company, despised it as much as she despised being kept waiting. Something stole away her curiosity and she twisted in her spot on the tattered velvet couch, her black slip shifting with her body, clutching at her small waist. Her eye's and their explosion of dark blue tore apart the misted glass of the window. Where was she? Eliza drew in a short breath, wondering if she could alter the silence and therefore create her love's arrival home. They couldn't be late. not this night. The pretty mystery of a Uni student had been selective with her invitations to her 'Dracula's bride' style evening. Eliza was unsure of the others attending, having found out none of her friends had been so lucky, however, Cherise had been included and that was all that mattered. Eliza looked down, listlessley toying with one of the laced black roses adorning the Victorian style silken corset. She knew her dress was appropriate. Her dark hair falling in silken curls over her white shoulders, her skin glowing, pale in the still-blue evening light. A thin strip of black velvet wound it's way around her graceful neck. Eliza's body went rigid as a knock met her ears. Cherise

ooc~ i hope it's alright that i join. is this alright? or is it too short? not enough vocabulary? i'm really sorry... i'll edit it if you wish

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Cherise glided towards the house carefully, her black curls flowing in the wind. She let her spiked heels create a delicate echo as she walked down the abandoned street. She knew how her love was impatient, and she hadn't meant to arrive so late. She lifted her cream-colored hand to adjust her hair behind her small ears. The street was quiet, save for the sound of Cherise's steps resonating through the silence. Quick, deliberate steps, rushing towards the house. Cherise climbed the steps in front of the house gracefully and let her lithe form lean against the stair rail, her crimson dress billowing in the sudden gust of wind. They had been invited to what sounded like an intriguing evening by a Uni student. Cherise was past being selective in the parties she went to. This night seemed promising, and a smile formed on her pale pink lips. She hadn't worn makeup, simply this low-cut dress and a tiny purse. Cherise hoped she wasn't that late, but she reprimanded herself inwardly for not arriving sooner. She lifted her long-fingered hand to the door, knocking gently, but ever-so eagerly to see her love, Eliza...

ooc: Perfect ma cherie. However, this story shall only be able to continue on track if other characters are added


Eliza's slender form crept along the hallway as a impish smile played upon her crimson lips. Her steps carefully taken so as not to make the slightest sound she came up level with the door in silence. Then, in a ridiculously fast movement, she pulled the door open, the bitter air toying with her dark tresses, sending them flying about her dark blue eye's, obscuring her velvet vision. But nothing could obscure Cherise. Resplendant in her somber, flawless beauty she stole away Eliza's rotting heart, her intrigue in this perfect creature never wavering. Her playful smile flickered and she entwined her fingers through Cherise's, pulling her through the doorway without a word, kissing her softly on the cheek. her free hand pushing ther door shut with a soft snap. Her eye's glittered with mock anger as she pouted a little, her lips close to Cherise's ear. 'How long i put my night on hold for you love...' Her tone was teasing, not serious. 'And how your beauty makes me forget where we are meant to be going...'

Cherise's pink lips shaped into a bittersweet smile as she let her piercing green eyes study the beauty of Eliza, opening the door so fast. In that moment she was pulled through the doorway and into the entrance hall. She let her delicate fingers graze across Eliza's cheek gracefully. Eliza's deep blue eyes seemed to see deep into Cherise's soul, and the love Cherise held for Eliza was overwhelming in such a staggering amount that it was. She let another smile touch her lips, unable to hide it as Eliza's words poured into her ear. "Too pretty a face to hold anger," Cherise let the playful words resonate through the hall. She lets her hand glide over the laced black roses of Eliza's corset. "Such a fitting outfit," Cherise's smile broadens, she finds herself giddy with anticipation. "The minutes seemed like they would never pass..." Cherise wraps her arms around Eliza, embracing her in a tight hug. "I can already tell this is a night to be held in memory..."

ooc~ your writing is so beautiful... Do you want me to post a request in the OOC threads for the needed characters?

ooc-- hi all.. this is my character's pf, just in case one of you didn't see it in the OOC character thread. sry I'm late posting.... had to work late today. I'm glad to be a part of your story ^_^ hope the vocab and writing is okay

Name: Psyche
Age: 23
Vampire Age: 604
Height: 6'
Weight: 100 lbs.
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: Black with Burgundy Highlights
Appearance/History/Description: A vampiress who is very good at playing human. She was made during the Renaissance by her vampire lover, and outlived him after he was burned by vampire hunters. She is very clever, and can easily influence humans in their own world, along with their paperwork. She is infinitely rich, for she has made herself the long-lost family member of several families, from the Medicis to the Rockefellers. Psyche was very well-educated during her time, a Renaissance woman, and she loves posing as a student to gain more knowledge and have some fun as well. Psyche disguises her vampiric nature with a deep love for the gothic lifestyle, and throws extravagant parties where the main fare is blood, chocolate, and all kinds of sex.
Psyche is a very attractive woman, in ways that are both natural and unnatural. She has thick black hair which is enhanced by her enchanting black eyes, and she is more lithe and beautiful than the most fit supermodel. She is very sculpted, therefore she feels comfortable in whatever skin she's in, even if she's naked. However, she often wears an outfit consisting of a beautiful leather bra and tight black pants that flare over her feet, and black suede boots on her feet that look somewhat like men's dress shoes, but are not. Psyche sometimes sports black glasses like the ones worn in the Matrix, mostly during the night when she wants to be alone and is not having one of her famous parties. She also has a tattoo of a phoenix rising from the fire on her black, mostly a black outline of the event except for the vividly colored fire on her lower back, very near her butt.


ic--Psyche stepped down the stairs of her beautiful and extravagant home, paid for with her infinite riches. It was decorated like the beautiful and eerie castles found in Transylvania and reproduced by many movie studios. She wore her favorite outfit of the leather bra and leather pants that flared over her feet, but she was barefoot. Psyche sported the famous glasses of the Matrix, wanting to be alone and aloof as she plopped down onto the couch across from the foot of the stairs. She carefully lay on her belly and looked at her list of the people she would invite to her party tonight. Psyche blinked her black eyes, seeing that she had sent an invitation to all of their homes for the grand event that was to take place in her home in a few hours. She made sure checks were near the names of the few but well-chosen guests that would populate her home in their gothic attire, signaling that she had given them invitations. Psyche bit her lip, and turned to look at the grandfather clock that was just behind the couch she lay on. It was about seven in the evening, and she had said the party would begin at 8:30. Psyche quickly rose from her position on the couch, and summoned her servants to her room... they would have to ready her quickly for the party.. guests would be here before they would know it.

Cherise let her brilliant emerald eyes gaze on her dear Eliza for only a moment longer, and then she turned away, studying the intricate designs on the carpet and letting her mind wander. Her dark curls tumbled past her shoulders in a beautiful disarray, blending with the dark crimson of her dress. She glanced back at Eliza for a moment and kissed her love's cheek.

"It's time," Cherise murmured. "Psyche's manor is on the other side of town, my dear. We might be late if we wait any longer." Cherise wrapped an arm around Eliza and started walking back towards the door with a graceful ease. Her pink lips formed a smile as she let her hand slide absently through Eliza's silky hair. Cherise was eager with anticipation, though she was a bit apprehensive. Her piercing green eyes hid the level of unease that she was feeling. Why did she feel as though something was wrong?

Cherise shook off the feeling and focused on controlling her steps, slow, deliberate steps, her spiked heels were making Cherise very unbalanced. The smile began to fade from her face as she gazed outside, lost in her thoughts once again.

Eliza watched Cherise curiously, her black lashes closing the velvet indigo of her eye’s for a moment as she looked down for a moment. Then watching her beautiful face soften a little as she slipped into her own mind. Eliza smiled ruefully, toying with Cherise’s fingertips for a second, before bending down in a single movement of grace and sweeping the car keys off the table in a fluid motion. Holding them up before Cherise’s lost eye’s she smiled at her playfully swinging them from side to side. ‘Careful love, I might hypnotize you… and we wouldn’t want you under my power now would we?’ She shifted a little, her slender body moving with the ridiculously small corset. Watching Cherise carefully, waiting for her to draw herself from her reverie of thoughts, Eliza tilted her head a little, content to watch for a moment as her dark silken tresses fell over her curving collar bone. She sighed at Cherise’s silence, but cut her impatience short sensing the feeling of tension. ‘Are you alright beautiful? Would you rather not go…?’ Eliza bit down on her lip, her eye’s questioning… Psyche had been so persuasive and insistent on there attendance, but that didn’t matter, if Cherise wasn’t up to it… she certainly wasn’t. ‘Come on ma cher, I’ll let you drive’ She gently curled a thin arm around Cherise's wasit, stroking a fingertip down her spine.

ic--Psyche was now fully dressed as her servants started to leave her room, save the few that she had had for a long time in this place, and who knew what she was. (They kept the secret because they knew that Psyche could kill them at any moment, and Psyche had told them because she needed servants to provide the needs she had due to her condition.) Psyche was outfitted in a beautiful black dress that was completely Victorian. Psyche had actually bought it during the lifetime of Queen Victoria, and she loved wearing it because it gave her a sense of power and status. She had slipped easily into the corset that was essential with any Victorian outfit, but Psyche didn't really need it... she already had the waistline that Queen Victoria had called ideal of women during her lifetime. In fact, hers was two inches smaller. Psyche wore the corset and the beautiful wholly black dress with confidence as she slipped on the last part of her outfit... the shoes. The dress billowed down Psyche's body, covering her feet, but her height had certainly changed as Psyche put on seven inches black heels. Despite their length, she moved elegantly and beautifully... like an angel of the night. Psyche went downstairs, also wearing black gloves and leaving her face without the makeup that she usually wore to make herself look more human. She only wore completely black lipstick, her favorite shade to wear, and clutched a black silk fan to her side, to seem more like an old royal. Psyche saw herself in her mind's eye, for, being a vampire, she hadn't seen her reflection in a mirror for some time. She laughed in a satisfied manner as she knew she looked beautiful and stunning, and would capture the heart of anyone she wanted.
Psyche went into the kitchen, and rattled off the things that should be prepared for that night's feast to the trusted slaves that stayed with her in her room. "Lots of chocolates and sweets, but make sure they are dark... I don't want any light colored frosting or cakes, understand. This is a gothic party. Set up some real blood tinged with cherry soda with the chocolate... I don't want to get thirsty during the night, but nor do I want these guests to guess what I am." Psyche opened the fan she carried and covered the part of her face below her eyes as she rattled off the next request. "Also, go to town and get me some handsome slaves, and also set up a room to be completely dark, lighted only with a few candles. We will all have some fun tonight." Psyche threw her head back in laughter, baring her fangs. "That will be all, servants--- for now." Psyche left the kitchen and waited in the front hall for guests to arrive. Checking the clock, Psyche knew it was about 8 o'clock. She saw herself in her mind's eye, and looked herself over, making sure she looked like the Queen of the world. Her black eyes sparkled, and her tongue ran over her pearl-colored fangs.

"I would enjoy being under your control," Cherise's green eyes took on a playful look as she snatched the keys from Eliza in one swift, gentle motion. Her round lips curled into a smile and she shivered as her love's hand grazed her spine. Cherise curled against Eliza, content in their pure closeness. "Nothing is wrong, my dear." Cherise managed to say. "I am so delighted to have been invited to such an intriguing evening. Psyche was very... persuasive." Cherise was hesitant with her words. She was unsure of herself, and had always been a timid person, a bundle of nerves. She simply looked at Eliza, admiring Eliza's beautiful lace and silken outfit and the contrast it had to Eliza's perfect complexion. Cherise longed for Eliza, adoring Eliza's sheer gorgeousness that Eliza seemed unaware of. Cherise wanted to give Eliza everything, steal the stars from the sky and braid them into Eliza's smooth hair. Cherise's heart was bursting with the love she held for Eliza. She rubbed the car key in her fingers, leading Eliza outside towards the car. The chilly air was a surprising contrast from the warmth of the house, but Cherise enjoyed it. Cherise let her hand rest patiently on the car as she watched Eliza get in. Cherise opened the door and sat down in an almost floating sort of way. All through the drive, she kept looking over at Eliza. "I am sorry," Cherise apologized politely. "I don't want anything to happen to you, love... Nothing bad, at least." Cherise laughed at her own nervousness. "It's probably just my mind..." She parked the car on the opposite end of the street and hopped out, enjoying the chill of the air on her thin-layered skin. She pulled Eliza's door open and offered her beloved beauty an arm. "Let's see what awaits us."

ooc: My love's. I am afraid i shall be absent for no more than two days. When i return i shall be happy to resume. I apologize for the prologing. ~Lith