Post by Paradigm on Dec 26, 2008 18:07:07 GMT -7
Soft notes floated up through the worn wood of the old home much like the rich fragrance which accompanied it traveled through the air. The smell of mint and basil clung to the young vampire’s form as he used a bit of tissue to apply it along his collarbone just under his throat. The strong scent of “Creed Royal Water” hung for a moment and then disappeared into the dark night through a window with a single candle alighting the sill. Paradigm appraised himself critically in the mirror, once more dragging an ivory comb through his blonde hair before using slender fingers to set a few stray hairs in order.
Finally satisfied with his appearance, the creamy mocha fleshed youth turned to inspect a young woman who’d been playing a Violin Concierto by Mozart. Thus far she’d done beautifully, and gentle harmony mixed with perfect melody, forcing an almost out of place smile upon his regularly cold features. Perfectly manicured nails tapped upon the wood of the man’s bedside table as the woman played. Even the fire seemed to crackle in time with the music, as if dancing to the slow, steady, pulsating rhythm. Paradigm’s pet, a large cheetah lifted her head, eclipsing the fire which she was situate in front of, her feline eyes moving to the smile upon Para’s face before she slowly lowered herself back down as if to say “Well, that won’t last”
Sweet serenity filled the room, paying homage to the music; Paradigm had stolen the woman from Carnegie Hall after all. He’d listened for weeks to the beauty that she produced and knew that he’d be taking her for his own uses. Days later she was here, playing for him, though it was true that she no longer possessed a tongue. He’d removed it as a courtesy of her struggling against him; it had been the only incentive she’d needed to act appropriately.
The girl wore a Victorian style dress of the colors black and jade. Emeralds adorned her form, baubles and bits of jewelry to distract from the look of woe upon her features. She looked almost angelic with smooth, pale skin which was free of blemish, and a crown of gold woven into her hair seemed like a halo as it rested upon her chestnut hair. Regardless, her beauty only served to act as a shadow to the man who’s own, though seemingly fragile, was perfect. Paradigm wore an Armani vest suit, which was tailored to fit his small frame. Long white fur hung from his shoulders and only served to contrast the blackness of his pants. The outfit was completed by a pair of shiney, ebony covering his feet.
Sudden dissonance broke the serene scene when the woman accidentally hit the wrong chord, and just as suddenly, Paradigm’s smile disappeared. He stopped his fingers beating upon the polished wood and the woman tried to rush past the part that she’d messed up on, but she knew when she looked into his eyes that she’d failed. It only took him a moment to douse her in brandy and thrust her through the window. Her dress caught fire upon the candle, and as she descended, her scream pierced through the night, ending in a cruel thump.
Blood streaked out across the ground below, a burning body the only remains of what had been the angelic young woman. Paradigm’s nose scrunched to the sight as he closed his window and turned. Shastia perked her ears up, the very action seeming to scream “Ahh, back to normal.” Moments later, Paradigm was at his door. “Shastia, I’ve some books to read, I’ll be back later tonight. I trust you’ll have disposed of the mess outside by my return?” The large animal rolled her eyes and padded out after him, making her way outside as Paradigm unfurled a scroll of teleportation. A thunder clap followed, and he was standing upon the large stone steps of the RavenBlack City Library.
Finally satisfied with his appearance, the creamy mocha fleshed youth turned to inspect a young woman who’d been playing a Violin Concierto by Mozart. Thus far she’d done beautifully, and gentle harmony mixed with perfect melody, forcing an almost out of place smile upon his regularly cold features. Perfectly manicured nails tapped upon the wood of the man’s bedside table as the woman played. Even the fire seemed to crackle in time with the music, as if dancing to the slow, steady, pulsating rhythm. Paradigm’s pet, a large cheetah lifted her head, eclipsing the fire which she was situate in front of, her feline eyes moving to the smile upon Para’s face before she slowly lowered herself back down as if to say “Well, that won’t last”
Sweet serenity filled the room, paying homage to the music; Paradigm had stolen the woman from Carnegie Hall after all. He’d listened for weeks to the beauty that she produced and knew that he’d be taking her for his own uses. Days later she was here, playing for him, though it was true that she no longer possessed a tongue. He’d removed it as a courtesy of her struggling against him; it had been the only incentive she’d needed to act appropriately.
The girl wore a Victorian style dress of the colors black and jade. Emeralds adorned her form, baubles and bits of jewelry to distract from the look of woe upon her features. She looked almost angelic with smooth, pale skin which was free of blemish, and a crown of gold woven into her hair seemed like a halo as it rested upon her chestnut hair. Regardless, her beauty only served to act as a shadow to the man who’s own, though seemingly fragile, was perfect. Paradigm wore an Armani vest suit, which was tailored to fit his small frame. Long white fur hung from his shoulders and only served to contrast the blackness of his pants. The outfit was completed by a pair of shiney, ebony covering his feet.
Sudden dissonance broke the serene scene when the woman accidentally hit the wrong chord, and just as suddenly, Paradigm’s smile disappeared. He stopped his fingers beating upon the polished wood and the woman tried to rush past the part that she’d messed up on, but she knew when she looked into his eyes that she’d failed. It only took him a moment to douse her in brandy and thrust her through the window. Her dress caught fire upon the candle, and as she descended, her scream pierced through the night, ending in a cruel thump.
Blood streaked out across the ground below, a burning body the only remains of what had been the angelic young woman. Paradigm’s nose scrunched to the sight as he closed his window and turned. Shastia perked her ears up, the very action seeming to scream “Ahh, back to normal.” Moments later, Paradigm was at his door. “Shastia, I’ve some books to read, I’ll be back later tonight. I trust you’ll have disposed of the mess outside by my return?” The large animal rolled her eyes and padded out after him, making her way outside as Paradigm unfurled a scroll of teleportation. A thunder clap followed, and he was standing upon the large stone steps of the RavenBlack City Library.
