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Afanasiya
Legacy Name: Afanasiya

The Bloodred Telenine
Owner: Kodou

Age: 11 years, 4 months, 6 days

Born: December 28th, 2012

Adopted: 11 years, 4 months, 6 days ago

Adopted: December 28th, 2012

Statistics

• Level: 5
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 2
   
• Books Read: 1
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Stock Worker

And these thoughts of endless nightbring us back into the lightand this venom from my heart

[Afanasiya Nikitin 23 Female]

[Samantha J. Cyber 23 Female]

[Vampires Will Never Hurt You]
You can hear your friends in the background as you enter the forest. They're laughing, making jokes, cheering you on and some begging you not to go. But it was a dare and you're the new kid in town so maybe this will get them to like you. Your feet begin to quicken in pace as you look for the house they said you needed to find. It wasn't a house actually, more or less a cabin as they described. You started to think of a way that you could prove you found it. Your head begins to scare you with the legends you heard and the truths of things that happened in the woods. The legend is once you go inside to woods at night, you are never to be found again. But that's just a folklore, right? There was that case where Susan Briggs went in and was never heard of again. You shake your head, tossing the thought away. You slow down and listen for your friends. You can still hear them whooping and hollering in the distance. You begin to run again, your adrenaline rushing, your blood pumping. You look around, trying to see any signs of a house. You squint your eyes at a figure in the distance, your pace slows. "Is that a women?" You think, "No, it can't be." And when you look again, the figure is gone. You stumble back, but quickly begin running again. The brush becomes thicker, the twigs turning into fallen branches. You jump over one, your foot getting caught on the branch. You put out your hands to catch your fall. Dirt and leaves fling up around you and you hit the ground. A loud crack comes from your arm and a pop from your ankle. You wince in pain but manage to look up. You see the cabin they were talking about, but you also hear something. You look to where you saw the figure before and see nothing. Your jeans begin to become moist with blood. You lift up your pant leg, crying out at the pain from your wrist. "Fuck the dare." You think out-loud, stumbling to stand up. The pain is unbearable but you have to make it back to get medical help. You stumble a few steps back towards where you came from, but once again you hear something. You look back where you last saw the figure. A women is standing there, looking at you. She was closer then before. You gasp and try to run away. You begin to stumble and once again fall. You lay there for a moment facing the dirt. Tears are running down your dirt covered face. Managing to turn around and sit up you see the women right in front of you. You open your mouth to scream but nothing comes out. You could inhale deeply, her eyes locked on the blood soaked pant leg. She raised her right hand close to her face, her thumb touching her middle finger. As the two fingers snapped, your torso fell back to the ground. Your head hitting the dirt, eyes looking up at the tree-tops. She walked over and stood above you. Your eyes flickered, her eyes locking with yours. Once again, she snapped her fingers and right as the two fingers created a sound, your eyes slammed shut. Your mind drifted away in a slumber.
Your nose fills with the scent of roses, your eyes slowly opening. The room was quite small, the walls looking like they were from the 18th century. The walls were painted white with golden ascents along with intricate designs. You turn your head to the doorway to see a women standing there. You lightly gasp as she walks towards you. Her long orange hair glides past her back, her skin not quite pale yet not tan. The woman's eyes a blue ice color, engulfing her seemingly abnormally black pupil. A darker blue ring surrounds the iris holding the blue ice color in its place. Her lips would be an artists nightmare to draw, as they would be considered perfect and one could not replicate such perfection. A white, ribbon-like collar grabs a hold of her neck, seeming to hold her head on. Her pink top slides across her breasts, hanging on her neck and shoulders. Her white skirt barley flows past her finger tips showing all of her legs. The silk white color of her shoes made her entire look and pulled it into one. Her heels clicked as she walked over to you. The pain in your leg and arm throbbed but the bleeding had stopped. The woman stood next to you and raised her hand over your leg. "You're lucky." She said, placing her hand on it. A warm sensation flowed from her hand and all over the pained area. Her voice was calm and smooth. Soon the pain vanished and she moved her hand onto your wrist. "Most humans who enter the forest end up dead." She didn't look at you as the same warm sensation flowed from her hand to your wrist. "What do you mean dead and what are you doing?" You snapped, sitting up. The women sighed and looked at you. "I mean what I said, most end up dead. I'm healing you." She said. She chuckled, "I'm sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Afanasiya, but please call me Samantha. I no longer go by Afanasiya." Samantha smiled and held her hand out for you. "Come on, let's get you something to eat." You looked at her like she's crazy, but yet you trust her. So you make the choice of taking her hand and walking out of the room. The rest of the home seemed overly modern compared to the room you were just in. You begin to wonder if all the rooms are different, or if they are all 18th century themed. Samantha smiled, "They are all different if you're wondering." She answered. Before you could speak the two of you ended up in the kitchen. She opened up the cabinet and pulled out a bag of chips. Pulling apart the two sides, she opened up the bag and placed it on the table she sat you at. You just looked at her, "What are you?" You asked. Samantha sighed and sat down next to you.
"I am not the undead like they used to believe. We have been in the minds of humans since the beginning of time. The origin of our name is unknown, but does that really matter? You see, this world is full of mysteries. Some see these mysteries and try to tell the world. Some believe and others don't. After you leave here, you will not look at the world the same, but you won't remember why." Samantha paused. "Vampires are real. I am real. This is real." She looked at you. Your mind raced with thoughts and questions. You have no idea why you believed her but something inside of you told you that this was real. She stood up, her body slender but it held heavenly curves. In the room you didn't take notice of her beauty, how it seemed like every part of her was placed there to form perfection. The way her orange hair fell gently on her face, the way her blue ice eyes held contact, the way her chest curved into her abdominal area and flowed into her hips. You shook away the thoughts that came into your head. "Why should I believe you? Or this? How do I know that this isn't a dream?" Your voice was stern, but yet gentle so you wouldn't scare her. Samantha smiled and sat back in the chair. You quickly realized that you were staring at a part of her body that isn't acceptable for one to look at. She took your hands and held them in hers, she looked you in the eyes. Her eyes locked on to yours, no matter how hard you tried you couldn't look away. Her mouth opened slightly, her head tilted to the left. Where her canines should be, large fangs grew from them. Your eyes widened, your chest tightened up. You could feel your lungs grabbing for air. Your heart was racing and emotions flying in your mind. "Shhhh, calm down." Her voice traveled around the room, falling back into your ears. As she spoke, her words calmed you. Your chest loosened, your lungs filled with life and emotions calmed down. "Did you ever think that your wildest dreams could come true? That your creations from your dreams and nightmares are alive? They come out in the night and grab on to every living breath you take?" Her words made you think about everything that's ever happened to you. You closed your eyes thinking of every creation you have thought of. "Imagine those creations" She whispered, then pausing. "Alive!" Her whisper turned raspy and grew in sound. Your eyes shot open. The room was filled with those creations. You saw the monster that lived in your closest when you where five. The imaginary pet you created to protect you from bullies at age seven. The demon that haunted your bedroom and caused you to sleep with a nightlight at age ten, even though the other kids no longer needed a light. You saw a group of friends you created at age thirteen when you moved out of the state and into a new one. Every single creature, person, demon, creation you have thought of filled the room. They twisted and turned together, getting closer and closer. The demon ran its fingers though Samantha's hair, tilting her head to the left and biting at her neck. The demon turns into someone familiar, you know that person. The silhouette of the demon turns into a man, his face contorts into people you have seen, stopping on the unthinkable. The man who left you and your mother. The man is biting down on Samantha, his hand turning into a fist in her hair. Her grabbed a handful of the orange strands of hair and yanked her head upright. The man looked you in the eyes, his lips turning into a smirk, his fangs hanging down his lips. He began to walk towards you, his smirk growing across his face. Samantha removed her hands from yours and as the man stood less then a foot away, he began to fade. The other creatures and creations faded along with the man. Soon the room turned to normal, your eyes returned to Samantha's. "Now, tell me this isn't real." She said. You just sat there, unaware of what to say to her. The color of your skin matched paper, your eyes were sunken into your skull with dark rings around them. You began to stutter, "Wh---wha---what was. . ." You trailed off, not wanting to remember the man. "Why did you...?" You stopped again, remembering what she had said earlier. "What does this have to do with you being a vampire?" You asked, a sudden confidence in your voice. Samantha smiled and brushed the hair out of her face. "Vampires are given a special power or powers, depending on their sire." She started. "The older the sire, the more powerful the vampire." Samantha leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving yours. "My sire was the most powerful vampire in the history of us. He was one of the first. A young man, no older then twenty-five, with looks that could kill." A smile blushed across her face remembering his cinnamon colored hair. "They say the powers are passed on from sire to offspring, but that's never been confirmed or denied." She continued, feeling her face turn pink at the thought of her sire. You listened to her, wondering about everything she was saying. Thoughts and ideas ran into your mind. "What do you think?" You asked. "About the powers? Well, from my experience the powers are transferred depending on blood-line." Samantha began to chuckle, "And my sire was of perfect blood-line. Not to brag or anything but I'm lucky that he was the one who chose me. Now that I'm in this society I wouldn't want to be anything other then this. And by this I mean 'royal' blood." Samantha stood up and looked at you. "Come with me to my office, I'm sure you'll have more questions." She held her hand out for you to take. You look at her, hesitant and reluctantly give her your hand.
Samantha held your hand, walking past the stairs and into a corridor. She turned to the right and opened a door into her office. A dark chestnut spiral staircase lead to the second story library. A scent of vanilla filled your nose, instantly calming all of your nerves. In the corner by the stairs was a colored desk that matched the stairs. Leather chairs sat in front of a fireplace that seemed like it hadn't been run in years. Samantha smiled and turned towards you. "Have a seat." She said, motioning her hand towards the leather chairs. She sat down and crossed her legs, pulling down her already short skirt. You take your seat across from her and start thinking of questions to ask. Samantha smiles, "Here, I'll make it easier and give you a brief bio of me. You can ask questions along the way if needed." She chuckled as your face flushed pink. "I grew up in Russia in the early 1900s. My mother and father were very poor, but they were always happy. They were a rare case of love." She smiled thinking of her parents. "I'm an only child so my parents did everything to get me what I wanted. Trust me, back then there wasn't much to want accept food and a nice gown." Samantha laughed, "Although, they were always too long for my liking!" You laughed with her, surprisingly enough. "Anyway, it was when I turned 16 my parents met a man named Pyotr. He would become my sire." Samantha paused, "He was 25 at the time, but he would never age during the time we were together. He was tall, about 6'3 with cinnamon colored hair and green eyes. They remind me of emeralds, they were so beautiful." She smiled. "You seem to have really liked him. . ." You suggested, feeling more comfortable with the situation you were in. Samantha chuckled and nodded, "Yes, I did like him. He was the first person to ever listen to me." Samantha sighed, "I love was short lived though." You smiled and waited for her to continue. "Anyway, my father ended up working for Pyotr doing small work around his home. So after I would finish with chores around the house and whatever my mother needed, I would go to Pyotr's home and do the same for him. He didn't have a wife or a maid, which was strange for someone with such money. But I never questioned it. One day, when my father was outside Pyotr came over to me in the kitchen." She paused. "You know what, it's easier if I just show you." Samantha grabbed your hands and held them. You close your eyes and when they open, your standing in a kitchen.
You can see Samantha standing over a sink washing dishes. She was wearing a long green dress with a white laced front. The white elegant design rested on the chest and the arms. Her eyes were still blue, but not as iced as they were when you met her. A man walks in the room, he looked exactly how Samantha described him. The man walked by Samantha and stood by her, resting his hands on her shoulders. Samantha straightened up, her eyes widening, her breathing became shallow. He brushed her long, orange hair out of her face resting it on her back. He kissed her neck, moving his hands down to her waist and holding her. You look closer and see a white ribbon collar around the mans neck, much like the one Samantha wears. But here, she isn't wearing it. "It must be his. . ." You mumble, neither of them seem to hear you. "Pyotr. . . what are you doing?" She says turning towards him. His hands move to her lower back, her hands rest on his chest. The front door opens, Pyotr backs up and quickly let's go of her. A man, about the age of 50, walks in. His hair is black with silver grey's popping in, his beard long and matching the color of his hair. "Pyotr! The yard work has been done, Afanasiya, have you finished the work?" The man's voice was raspy. You tilt your head. "What did he call her?" You scoff. You try to think about what she said to you back in the 18th century room and quickly remember that Afanasiya is her real name. You look back at the three of them standing in the kitchen. Samantha shook her head, "No, sir. I still have dishes to do along with kitchen cleaning." She looked at the floor, Pyotr smiled like an angel at her then changed his attention to her father. "She can stay here and do the housework, I'll bring her home tomorrow." He said, his eyes not leaving her fathers. Samantha's father looked at Pyotr, finally he nodded. "Yes. That will work." He sighed, "I will need to talk to her before I leave." Her father grabbed Samantha's hand and walked her into another room. "Fanny, you listen to me." His voice was stern, "You do as Pyotr says, you listen to him. I need to make sure I can keep this job in order to support you and your mother. We are trying to see if this man will marry you, that way your children will have a good life." Your jaw dropped. "Yes father." Samantha said and followed him back into the room. "I will be leaving now." Her father said, turning and leaving the house. Pyotr turned to Samantha and smiled. The room began to swirl around you, everything but Samantha and Pyotr turned into a blur. The room slowed down, but it wasn't the living area you were just in. It was a bedroom, a grand bed was pressed against the wall. Poles rose out of the four corners of the bed, fabric was draped across the arches. Samantha laid in the bed, Pyotr laid besides her, cradling her. "Afanasiya. . . such an odd name for a young modern girl. Immortal. . . immortality is your destiny my love." He smiled, Samantha nuzzled her head against his chest. She giggled, "No one can be immortal, but as long as I'm with you I'll be okay." She looked at him, her smile was genuine. Pyotr shook his head, "Stubborn. I like that. You'll do great in my world." Samantha sat up, the blanket falling off her chest. You could feel your face warm and turn pink. The scene kept going, much like actors in a play. "What do you mean Pyotr?" She turned and looked at him, moving the hair out of her face. "Lay down Afanasiya." His voice was like silk, trusting. Samantha laid down and Pyotr climbed on top of her. You could feel your entire body grow hot, and you were sure your face was the color of a cooked lobster. Pyotr moved the hair away from her neck, kissing it. He opened his mouth as fangs grew out of his canines. He bit down on her neck allowing the venom to attack her blood cells. "Noo!" You screamed and tried to run towards them. As you grew closer everything turned to black. Your eyes opened and sitting across from you was Samantha. You looked around the room, back in her office.
"I woke up the next day and for some reason I knew exactly what I was. I knew exactly what I need to do. I can't really explain it but as I said earlier, things are passed on from sire to offspring." She looked at you, her hands resting on her chair. "I found out two months later that I was pregnant with his child. I gave birth to a beautiful boy that I named Vadim, which means 'ruler'." Samantha's eyes began to water, "He's turned into everything I've never wanted." She stood up and turned away from you. "He's a killer, he's destroying everything I've worked to build and create." You stood up and walked over to her. "What do you mean?" You asked, putting your hand on her shoulder. "He started a war with the hounds. The bloody hounds!" She shouted, books flew off the shelves. "After I've worked so hard to build a relationship with them and become allies! One damn war and it's over!" Samantha yelled, you took a step back. "I'm sorry." She quickly added. "Hounds are also known as Hell Hounds. They're sent to kills us. But over the years I've built a bond with them, we don't attack them and they don't attack us." You nodded. "I'm lucky I have a friend who's brother is a hound. That's another story in itself though."
More to come

[Samantha J. Cyber 23 Female]
[Looking? Not wanting to settle down, just a fling]
[ Eye Color? Blue Ice]
[ Hair Color? Orange]
[ Ethnicity? Russian]
[ Sire? Deceased]
[ Children? Ladden "]
[ Figure? Hourglass]
[ RP? Open]

[Allies]
Sergey
Viktor
Aubyn
Nicole
Yakiv

[Enemies]
Ladden

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Lyrics by My Chemical Romance
Last Edit: 4.27.13

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