Topic: "Strong, Silent Type."

Lasherette

Date: 2007-01-08 20:12 EST
~~Lasherette doesn't even remember what day it was that she met Silent. That is the name he went by and told everyone. He could only speak with sign language, though he called it "hand speak". He could hear fine...and yes he even HAD a voice. It's just when he spoke in a normal tone, he was known to have blown out people's ear drums. To make him comfortable, Lash used sign language when talking to him. Till he told her that she needn't do it, he would rather hear her pretty voice speaking to him. He certainly was impressive. Not merely silver tongued, but he was massive. To her he reminded her of all the stories she heard about Samson. He was well over 7' tall, and who knew how many stone! But he was handsome, had beautiful dark brown eyes...doe eyes, she often thought but never said. Broad at the chest and shoulder and back. And basically had the physique of the statue "David" yet more muscular, and he was warm blooded...Here she was always cold...and he was always warm.

They spent a few days talking...discussing his responsibilities at the Castle. As well as the wait staff, as well as he duties to her. He understood fully, but he didnt understand how a Vampiress...an "immortal" could be so loving and tender with people. She told him the truth of her being turned. He said what they all said...."How could anyone be so foolish as to let you go?" Now she just got to the point where she shrugged. She didnt think of him anymore.

Someone else was helping her out. Helping her to figure out exactly what abilities she did or did not have.At the time when her life was in danger, was not a time to know what would or would not work. Somethings she disovered on her own. The power fo seduction. She was a gifted hunter. Teleknetic. All she had to do was invison herself some place, and next thing...she was there! Back to her bodyguard.

Johnathan....his given name, which he wanted her to call him. So long as he called her Lasherette. He had certain abilities of his own, some rather wonderful abilities she had to admit. He agreed to reside at the castle with her, and her waitstaff. He vowed to take care of her, and not allow any harm to come to her. Instantly she felt a connection to him. His aura was truly a beautiful one. All different prisms of light radiated off of him. Some times he caught her just staring at him. The man was everything she had wanted/needed in a man. Heart, mind, body and soul. Yet there was a vulnerability about him...he didnt hide it from her, which made him mean all the more to her.

She was fighting falling in love with him. She didnt know if he loved her, just that he cared very much for her. That was evident. But she had been so unlucky in love....alive and immortal. There was stll so much she needed to tell him about her life....Alex...Drake....Ivan...the point of telling him, was so that maybe he understood her better, not make him jealous. As far as she was concerned....he was all the man she wanted....or probably could handle. For the first time in years, she felt completely at ease with a man...."safe" with a man. She can't let him know just yet of her true feelings. The sexual tension between them was mounting. Soon she knew she would give into his charms and advances. She just hoped that once she did....he wouldnt vanish like everyone eventually does....abandoning her.~~

Lasherette

Date: 2007-01-12 18:53 EST
~~PEACE....something that has eluded Lasherette for oh so many years. Yes, after Drake was born...there were some moments of peace in her life, but they were fleeting moments. She wanted and needed more than a day or week at a time. Yet, always in the back of her mind, she always feared the worse. Alex, being King over his Kingdom, she always feared a coup...and Drake being his only male heir....the taking of his life. She just never dreamed it would be when he was at such a tender age.

Then Silent came into her life. The more time she spent with him, (which was nearly every one of her waking moments)...she has begun to laugh more, she has has begun to open herself up more. And yes, she has tried to break out of over powering saddness that had gripped her soul..and having to go through it alone, as she never had many friends to begin with. Which made her grieving process all the harder, something some Rhydin folks never thought about, or cared about.

Johnathan (Silent)....met up with her in the Inn last night, and she was able to introduce him to some of the folks in there. She is so proud of him. He is wise, has a wonderful playful sense of humor, is sensitive, caring and above all....she has come to trust him more and more each day. Johnathan was new to towne, and needed a place to stay, as well as a job. As far as her needing a bodyguard, he fit the bill completely.

Johnathan can not speak as others do. If he were to speak in a normal tone, he would probably blow out the eardrums of those within hearing distance. However, Lash because of her sensitive hearing, when he whispers extremely in a low tone, likening to the sound of merely breathing...she can hear him clear. Yet, she picked up sign language from him immediately. All he had to do was sign out the alphabet once to her, and she had it down. If she had to describe him physically...it would be like the biblical Samson. His body is nothing but solid muscle, and they each are all well sculpted and defined. He usually doesnt like to wear a shirt, or cloak. He does so, merely because it makes her cold to look at him, as she is nearly always cold. So he took it upon himself to dress in a shirt when in her company.

Johnathan has such a innocence to him...he is not gullible...just trusting, and he truly does care for all people. Especially, Lash. When he pulls her into his arms...she can feel his emotions toward her...when he kisses her...she melts against him. She has tried to keep her emotions guarded concerning Johnathan. But slowly her walls are coming down. Her wounded heart is slowly healing. And he has everything to do with it.
While Lash is on the tall side for a woman, 5' 10"....he towers over her at over 7'. Johnathan always picks Lash up to kiss her in greeting, and has taken to carry her to and from the coach, leaving the staff giggling.

Lash believes that Johnathan would do everything in his power to protect her. By mere strength he could kill anything that came at her. More importantly he accepts her as she is...she feels he loves her, though he hasn't said it yet. She has been told that it isn't wise to fall in love with a bodyguard...that his attention of loving her, could distract him from his actual duty of protecting her. She doesnt believe that. She believes that it's better to be close to him....by truly loving and caring for her, he would do all in his power to keep her safe at all costs.

Johnathan has brought so much to her life...peace being merely just one thing. She can only pray that she brings as much happiness to him as he does to/for her.~~

Lasherette

Date: 2007-01-17 09:58 EST
~~Seems Johnathan has come to adjust to life, living with Lasherette, in the castle just fine. He still scratches somewhat while wearing a shirt. Knowing this, Lasherette has asked that he only wear one in public, while roaming the castle....well....basically everywhere but her bedroom. She doesn't mind looking at his beautiful sculpted body.

If one were to take a tour of Lash's home, they would find some art work, on the massive walls...but by far more, they would find Sculpture. Some are beautiful works, copies of David, Venus, and Mary holding her crucified Son. Others are mere shapes, form. Perhaps that comes from Lash's sense of nature...she used to love the daytime...sitting under a tree, watching the leaves move...catching one, her finger tracing over the veins of it. Now she loves the night. So quiet compared to the day. Tis a good thing she sleeps during the day....the noises would likely drive her insane, with her hearing being what it is now.

Back to Johnathan...he and Gregory seem to get along fine. Lasherette present Johnathan with a leather bound book with blank parchment paper attached inside it. As well, as the new ink filled quills. This way he can let Gregory know what he wants without speaking. Corinne is fascinated with him. Always following him about like a mother hen, asking him if he's hungry. Lash finds it amusing. Johnathan, finds it just tolerable. They spend alot of time alone in Lash's room together. Although he has his own room, and he had gone shopping for all new clothes. He preferred her company in her room, half dressed as usual.

They have talked about many subjects. Johnathan has some very wonderful ideas...and Lasherette is going to help him to see that they become real. She's never met a man like him. Never....has he asked for anything. Ever. Lash has always had to offer...or merely present to him whatever it is she thinks he may need. She wonders why now she has met him in her life. Here she is immortal. And he....mortal. He will age....he will become ill...and one day die. Looking at him now, one can hardly imagine it. But it is the reality of it. Perhaps that is why she is easily swayed by his charms and words....yet she continues to keep him at arms length. Or...perhaps she fears what she has always feared...abandonment. Perhaps.

She remembered once, as a child of perhaps 12, before she met George De La Pour Beresford...her mother used to always have these little sayings..."Stitch in time, saves nine"...things like that. One day after her father had returned home on pay day, with half his pay gone, drunk out of his mind. When her mother asked him for money to buy food, he beat her. Lasherette was terrified...and hid with her two smaller siblings. Once he was done, and her mother cleaned herself up....Lasherette went to her. Trying to nurse the split on her mothers thin cheek. She grabbed Lash's hand and told her..."Bridget, no matter who you marry....make sure they love you a little bit more than you do them." Lasherette closed her eyes then, as she does now to the memory. Took her a long time to figure that riddle out. Mother meant...."If they know you love them more....they will use your love for them, against you." She was right. She'd seen it, and dealt with it numerous times.

It wasn't going to happen again. Ever.

~~

Lasherette

Date: 2007-01-19 04:10 EST
~~Walking alone down at the docks, on this late Thursday evening, she saw many a man down there as well. At some of the Inns, she could see same as anywhere, just a different class of people, really. As she passed by each potential victim...she would read their thoughts, well before she was up upon them. Some were thinking of their lover, others how much they despised their wives, one remembering the rape he committed upon a young woman...and how he enjoyed it. Then...there was one...who was busy at work loading a boat....who was anxious to get home to his wife, and his children. As she passed him, he did a double take of her...."Excuse me, Miss. You really shouldn't be down here wondering the docks alone at night, there be all kinds of crazy men about." Lash stopped, turned around and looked into his eyes of hazel. Trusting eyes...the windows to the heart and soul of a good man. She paused a long moment. Giving him a soft smile, she nodded. "Thank you Sir, for your kind advice...however I suggest you yeild to your own words...for some women can be as "crazy" men." Lifting a brow, she stared at him then, her eyes darkening into a deep peridot, appearing to glow. The man took a few steps back. Just as quickly, her eyes faded to her usual shade, then with her enticing smile, she nodded and bade him, "Good Evening, Sir." Continuing to walk on, she heard him praying.

Lasherette was bored....as well as disappointed. She did not know where Johnathan was. Here she hires him as a bodyguard, and shes walking the docks at night alone. Did she have a death wish? Well, obviously...she was... afterall, dead. She was curious about her kind. Briarius was too busy with the opening of his new school to help her on her quest. Most evenings she's spent them alone.....reading, adding to her impressive library. There were stories....folklore, legends, fables and such, she was pouring over. In every story therein lies a bit of truth.

Take example the sweet little game children play. "Ring around the Rosey, pocket full of Posey ashes, ashes we all fall down!" To which the children would hold hands walking or running in a circle, while recititing this and then...all fall down. It was about an actual occurance. The BLACK PLAGUE. It originally went...."Ring around the Rosey, (describing the discharging sores), pocket full of Posey, (when a person died they customarily put Poseys in th pocket of a mans vest or jacket, or in a womans hands, to ward off the smell of the decaying corpse), ashes ashes...(originally was ACHOO ACHOO, the sound of sneezing, the original symptom of the onset of the Plague)...we all fall down...(all fall down...DEAD.) Amazing how children are so resilient. Perhaps it is their way of coping with death...comforting themselves, so they not fear it so.
Then they grow up and become some of the cruelest people ever known to Satan himself.

Such was the thought when she was approached by a man from behind. He grabbed her around the neck with his forearm and dragged her behind some building there off the main road near the docks. She looked as two drunks watched on as this man dragged her off. Rolling her eyes, not putting up a fight...she was reading his thoughts. Ah...the horrid things he planned to do with her, before weighting her body down and tossing her into the sea. Now...had they been in the mind of someone she approved of, it could be a rather fun time....but not this scumbag.

Steven Dobson. A murderer...a thief....killed his wife when he told her she was pregnant, telling the judge it wasn't his child, he got away with murder...til now. He thrusted Lash up against the building, and began to lift her skirts...then posing the idea in his mind, he turned her about. "Ah...let me see that beautiful face...I want to watch your gorgeous eyes wide with fear, as I do what I'm about to do to you...stupid wench! With that, he slapped her across the face. She didn't see that coming...didn't matter....her bloodlust was already at its peak.

Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt with both hands she lifted him in the air, off his feet, turned and slammed him against the building. Still holding him up....now with one hand. He looked down at her in total terror...."Ahhhhh...a WITCH.....a WITCH!" He screamed. She placed a finger to his mouth, bading him to shut it. "That is where you are wrong Steven." His eyes widened as she spoke his name. Oh she was definately going to toy with this one! Staring into his eyes, her eyes darkened to that deep peridot...a moment went by...and he was still and silent. "Now, you are going to be a good boy, and not scream again now, aren't you?" He frantically shook his head no, his eyes spoke of his fear.

Reaching down with her hand, she undid his britches. Gloved hand reaching in, she pulled out his member. Immediately she began to laugh. She pulled it out, now going flacid....she looked up into his face, staring into his terror-filled eyes. "You actually THOUGHT you could do all those things to me ....WITH THAT?!?!" She began to giggle her head off. Staring at him in disgust then, her laughter faded, she stuffed it back into his pants leaving them undone. "No wonder you're such a Bastard, Steven...I'd be upset too, if I were a man with a penis smaller than my thumb!" Some of the fear left his eyes at that moment. "Oh, did I hurt your feelings, Steven?" His eyes grew angrier...then he made the ultimate mistake. As she held him there, he looked down at her, and {m} "Bitch."

With that she grabbed at his throat, holding him and brought him down and to her, as she sank her teeth into his grimey, sweaty neck. She let out a long sigh as the warm blood spurted up against the roof of her mouth....then as she drank...she did so quickly...then keeping him just on the verge of death....she pulled back and looked at him. Lash's green eyes glowing in the darkness of the alley...the full moon shone down upon them both. It was like high noon time to her. She stared into his eyes. "I...am....(as she spoke the words she pulled her glove off with her teeth) NOT....a....BITCH!" With that she took her index finger and slit his throat with her nail, sharper than any knife's edge. Cutting through all the tissue, fat, muscle, trachea....she reached in with the same finger and pulled his tongue out of the opening in his neck. He was still alive....as she tugged at it, placing it flat on his chest like a necktie. As his dead body then slid down the wall, as she had let him go. She waved him a small tiny wave. "Bye bye." She said in her innocent voice.

Pulling him into a sitting position, she ran her tongue over the two puncture wounds in his neck, to conceal his real cause of death. This made it appear that he was with some whore in an alley, when her pimp came along and mugged and killed the man. (Thus his pants undone).
Licking the blood off her index finger, sucking on it. She studied her prey for a long moment. Pulling her glove back on, retrieving a hankie from her cloak, she wiped around her mouth. Taking the money out of his pockets then, she tucked it in her cloak pocket with the hankie. He had nothing else of value, not even a pocket watch. Stepping away from the corpse, she {ws} "So long Steven, see you in Hell."

Straightening herself as she walked away....the two drunken men were gone, she needn't bother with them then as witnesses...she did so hate it when some fool grabbed her in front of people. More eyes....more deaths, senseless deaths, as she didn't feed upon them, just killed them.
No witnesses, and dead men tell no lies. Walking along the road towards her coach....she saw a young girl...no older than 15, standing in front of a closed business. Standing there with her back up against the door, she eyed Lasherette with the eyes of an old woman. Lasherette walked up to her, and stared into her eyes. With a tilt of her head, she reached into her pocket and handed the girl all the money she had. The tough woman child stared at her in disbelief. "Wh...what do you want?" The girl asked. Lasherette smiled softly...."For you to go to a good Inn, rent a room, take a bath...and have a decent meal." The woman-child smiled at her, not a full smile...but one none-the-less. "Aye, Mistress...I thank ye."


Lasherette turned around and walked back to the coach, Warren was there holding the door for her. As he went to shut the door, he heard Lash say...."Home." "Aye, Mistress." With that he ran about, and jumped in the drivers seat...and with a snap of the reins, Lash was off into the bright night. The woman-child, stood there counting her gift, and then ran off towards one of the lighted Inns down at the docks. And Lash....well she was full...savoring the view out the carriage window of the moon in its full glory....closing her eyes to it...as one does the sun as it radiates on your face. She was no different...eyes closed....content...humming an olde celtic tune...she settled back and enjoyed the ride home.~~