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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 26, 2008 14:08:41 GMT -5
She was the dutchess of a wealthy family. Her name is Clarissa Lidia Alverton, the youngest of a head master and noblemen.
Her family wanted to capture the beauty of the world so they moved a lot.
Father wanted us to leave the plantation. We will move into another estate. A big mansion constructed of the finest oak and wonderful tapestries............. It was a splendid sight to see.
Clarisse wanted everyone to call her Buffy. Her father didn't think much of it, but mother.............
*Flashback*
What, that is proposterous! Frank, I beg you to stop her at once!
*End Flashback*
Mother is defiantly upper class. A born and raised sociallite.
Why couldn't she see the difference?
Mother and daughter will never see eye to eye.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 26, 2008 14:17:03 GMT -5
I despised the people of my society.
They think they are the tallest of the world.
I highly doubt so............
Cecily: And the poor fellow just died that day! Can you believe it?
I strained to listen in on the conversation. What was so important that Cecily had to make such a fuss?
Lily Dupier: That is such a shame. A drag like William is too conceded for you!
Cecily: Condeded hardly, poor and daft is more like it!
Poor William! How selfish of them!
Cecily: His poetry was such a bore. Effulgent? Why, that's not even a word!
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 26, 2008 14:20:10 GMT -5
I wanted to tell her that effulgent is a word. It means beautiful and graceful..........................
"Cecily Addams, how dare you speak such a tongue!?!"
Cecily had the galls to look sheepish. I figured she would.
Lily: And what is it that you want from us Clarisse?
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 26, 2008 14:47:54 GMT -5
When she first grazed his skin, he felt like flying. All kinds of emotions stirred within and he struggled to keep himself from falling. It made him see things differently, feel things from her perspective, gave him hope.............
Drusilla only pulled out when she felt the beating of his heart slow to a stop. She gave him her bleeding wrist and he drank from it. She was lulling him into sleep by cooing and singing. It was the prettiest song about death and destruction. His soul was sickened by this but the urge to oblige was much stronger. She gave his cheek a little pat before dropping his head onto the cold ground.
"Soon my precious, soon the world will be your's and mine............."
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 26, 2008 14:59:23 GMT -5
"How lovely, such dark red colors.............."
"You should be proud daddy, I made you a little toy to play with."
It drove even the sanest vampire mad, the way she spoke of stars and moons and the events to come.
But he made her this way. She's the result of a psychotic vampire who had to have his ways.
And what did that make him?
Angelus: Dru, you cannot go and turn people without my permission, you know that!
'She's too instable!'
Dru: But daddy, Miss Edith was lonely and we wanted a friend!
Hush now Miss Edith, she cooed lovingly to the doll. Angelus sighed and sunk into his seat.
Darla: Don't let her fool you Angelus. Control your childe or I will!
He jumped out of his seat and got right into her face, "You will do no such thing!"
"She is my childe and I will be the one to discipline her Darla!"
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 26, 2008 15:04:01 GMT -5
Her madness nearly drove him over the edge at times. He knows that Darla can't stand it. She's the one who hates Drusilla.
She's always pushing him to do something about his "insane" childe.
Darla is too much to handle.
It's unwise to go up against his sire.
Damn unwise!
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