Switchblade Symphony - Clown Featuring: Nostarah
Song: Switchblade Symphony - Clown
Time: Past
Setting: The small old castle Collus, Marra, Nostarah, and Collus' vamps live. Starting in her bedroom. The room has a dark wood four poster bed with dark lacy bed covers, the room barren and dark apart from the bed, and a small wardrobe.
A heavy beat plays, strumming and pulsing.
Marra walks through the corridor, smiling to herself with that swing of hips, taking her time as she carries a large potbellied bottle in one hand, filled with a dark liquid, the other hand a green bottle too filled with the dark liquid, though it looks thinner.
She pushes through the doorway, grinning wickedly as her red lips part, eyes shining with excitement as she enters the room, looking around until her eyes fall on the figure on the floor, a girl of purple hair and pointed ears, hair pulled into ponytails behind her long curved ears, breathing rapidly as she lay on her back, face blushed as her chest heaves, her lovely blue French lady's dress stained down the front with blood, the edges touched with harsh black lace that looks as if it would be uncomfortable to have it brush your skin.
Collus stood over her, his blue eyes gleaming with thoughts that could never be human. His dark hair was pulled back into a harsh twist, and he crossed his arms over his chest, smiling, a match to Marra's wicked grin. The girl on the floor gave a weak mewl, and reached to claw at her hands, and he bent down to stop her, a look of love on his face that didn't belong with the situation.
Crying Loud You Are Crawling On The Floor...
Her face changes from the soft blush, to one of pain, back arching as she twists, still held by those vice-like hands, her body moving as if she were on fire, burning from her bones out, a shriek crawling from her throat.
Just A Beautiful Baby...You're Nothing More...
Her eyes fly open, and she pushes with her heels on the floor, trying to get away, trying to reach for herself, head whipping back and forth as she whimpers piteously, tears streaming pink from her eyes, staining her slightly rounded cheeks, bottom lip quivering before she bites down on it. A pale female hand shoots out, squeezing her jaw painfully, forcing her mouth open before she hurt herself. Marra stood stooping down, a look on her face as if the vision before her were far too delicious, her eyes hungry.
Close Your Eyes You Are Falling Into Sleep...
Her eyes go wide as Collus leans a knee down to press her legs to the floor, now effectively trapped, a look of pure animalistic fright on her face as she struggled against her fleshy bonds, nearly slamming her head against the stone floor before Collus jerked her into a sitting position, sitting on her lap as he pulled her arms above her head, effectively stringing her up. "No flinching now..." he murmured into her ear, grinning still.
I Swear I Won't Break You If You Let Me Take You Where The Willows Never Weep...
Marra parted Nostarah's jaws, a manic look on her face as she pushed the lip of the green bottle between the girl's teeth, tipping it quickly to that warm slide of blood hit her tongue,the thinner of the two liquids making it's eager way down the girl's throat, and she forgot to struggle, drinking the thick liquid down as it seared through her, as if fire could feel good.
Where The Willows Never Weep...
Marra pulled the bottle away and Nostarah licked out over her lips, a dreamy look on her face as Marra walks away, taking a long drink of the potbellied bottle, setting them both down on the floor by the bed before turning back to look at the two figures on the floor. Collus still held the girl's arms above her head, straining her shoulders. Something that should have been painful, but she didn't seem to notice. He watched her tongue with hungry eyes, suddenly moving forward to kiss her harshly, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as her eyes went wide, colors so bright and overwhelming, sounds as if they would caress her. Her mind slid and her body danced as he pulled away, laughing with blood on his lips, a thin line trailing down his chin, Nostarah's own mouth bloodied, still bleeding as her lips spread in an intoxicated and pleasured smile.
Coming Quick Into Your Wonderland...
He let her go, standing with that laugh still on his lips as Marra sauntered over to him, putting hands on his hips as she offered herself to him, pressing her body the length of his as she moved to lick over his chin, a pleasured thrill through her body as she caught his blood covered lip in her mouth, sucking that sweet taste of the girl and other from him. On the floor Nostarah squirmed, arms going above her head as if she were dancing, eyes heavy lidded as she felt her power go, a warm wind rushing through the room, ruffling hair, caressing wicked faces. Ice crawled over the floor, spreading frost like crystals over the stones. There was that warm promise of fire in the air. Collus laughed again, pushing Marra away who only grinned and purred low in her throat, watching the girl on the floor with hungry eyes.
Flying High On Bleached White Sand...
Collus moved back down to her, and pulled her up by one arm as if she were merely a rag doll. She cried out, delighted giggles filling the air, her so green eyes nearly liquid with the rush of it all. She pushed, and floated above the floor, higher than normal as he spun her away from himself, watching her dance like a ballerina, twirling twisting and dipping, her hair floating slowly around her on those warm currents.
Tranquilized By Lights You Lose Your Way...
Well Just Come With Me And I'll Make You See...
Collus took Marra's hand and placed it at his elbow, shooing the dancing girl out the door, until he had brought her outside, watching with excited eyes as she danced barefoot over the grass, scowling at her dress a moment before tearing the hem, ripping it clear around to lay tattered, halfway up her thighs. She danced in earnest, pools of water gathering as she danced, that heady wind whipping around her, changing her dance to something fevered, desperate, her mind a wash with feeling, no more thinking. The world was one large pulsing beat, her skin so alive to it all, shivering and jumping with her dance at even the touch of wind over the small hairs on her skin, making her laugh full throated, hysterical.
With Me You'll Want To Stay...
Marra let go of Collus' hand, went to grab at the girl, feeling her own feet leave the ground as she took her in her arms, pressing her body against the other woman, lips parted as she bent to whisper in her ear, hands grabbing her as if they were merely going to waltz. She licked the girl's ear to pleasant pleasured sounds, the body in her arms shaking and quivering from such a light touch. "Let it out, precious...Show us that shining power of your's." she pressed a leg between the girl's knees and laughed that full throated laugh, delighting in the sensations she knew it caused in the intoxicated, confused girl.
Can Baby Come Out To Play....?
Nostarah smiled as if she'd been given a glimpse into heaven, pushing that energy out, even as it drew itself from her, that imaginary fist in her belly not only open, but gone, her power thrilling in throwing itself out, ice, fire, water, wind, shaking earth, it spread out from her, destroying the green grass beneath them, even as she floated and twisted in the air. Collus stood a far ways back, grinning pleased with the scene before him. The earth shook and cracked, a crevice opening up as fire licked, blue white flames eating everything, blackening the earth, ice crawling into the air, spiked pillars of ice jutting as water rushed, like a tidal wave in all directions as if it were flowing from the girl, and it was. Wind whipped, drawing fire water and ice up into a funnel around the two figures, leaping spreading and climbing, as if they would eat the air in their savagry.
Circus Lights Are Shutting Slowly Down...
The funnel climbed and spread until the elements crashed back down to earth, spreading out once again, climbing over the ruined land as the earth gave an excited roll, her head falling back, flushed with the thrill of it all, a pleasured smile spread over her lips as they floated, twisting and dancing in the air, both drenched in water, looking like two wet lovers floating in the air, Marra still dancing the girl around.
There was nothing left for the power to eat, destroy, but it still licked it's way around her, rolling with the life of it all. She needed something more to sink that power into.
But Still You're Up In The Air...
And Loving Your Wings!
Her head came forward again, and she grinned at Marra, that shine in her eyes as she pushed that cold into the woman before her, Marra's eyes going wide as she did it, limbs freezing and going rigid, a cry of alarm crawling from her, and Collus watched, hungry, as if he were watching them have sex. Nostarah pushed, and forced that cold into her, eyes wide and face manic, giggles drawing from her throat, the power licking her brain as if it were a sugary confection, melting what little of herself she had left away.
My Dear You Play The Clown...
She suddenly forced heat back into the woman, and as she thawed laughed, water dripping from her, clothes clinging from Marra's curves. As soon as the woman's lungs and throat were clear enough, she drew a deep breath and shrieked, pain and fright clear in that sound, eyes wide as she pushed away from the girl, and she let her go, letting her body drop to the wasted land bellow. She put her arms out to the sides, head going back again as she twisted in the air, torn skirt whipping around her once again as Marra made her quick way clear of the destroyed earth, not stopping until she had crawled some ways into the still living grass, clutching at herself, hair slung over her face as she looked back, eyes wide and fearful. Collus regarded her as if she had merely walked over, pulling her up and against him, hands wandering as she stared disbelieving at him. She was his favorite, wasn't she? He wouldn't let her get hurt, would he? Her face changed suddenly, sultry and pleased. No, he wouldn't. The girl was no threat to her, or he would have stopped it. She was secure in her ignorance.
But Still You're Up In The Air And Loving Your Wings..!
Nostarah spun, so much higher in the air than she had ever managed, drunk off the powerful blood they had fed her, over and over they had let it weaken, the power..until she started to hurt, then they would feed her more. She'd lost count how many times they had fed her that night. She felt like a pot, with water still flowing into it though it was full. She moved and she could feel that power, her power, the flow of it tangible in the air, making it thick, heavy, hazy, hard to breathe. She grinned again, elements dancing around her now like so many fairies, flickering, dancing, moving, shifting, and they grew, the display larger and larger as she threw all she had into it, reveling in the sheer delight as the power ran savage below her, around her, above her.
What's Gonna Happen When You Come Down...?
The power drained, weakened, and she slowly moved further down to the ground. As if shocked back to herself, her head snapped forward as her feet touched the hot wet ground, feet covered over the entire bottom with the thick black and white soot. Her eyes were wide and shocky, she looked strained and thin, skin glowing translucent in the moonlight as she began to shake, the elements around her draining away. She felt that imaginary hand in her belly, but it was empty, and a strained terrified cry crawled from her throat. She fell to her knees, clutching at her stomach, hands sinking into the cloth, blood seeping between her fingers, tears stinging her eyes as her world exploded, melted, changed, completely taken over by the rush of mind eating pain, and she didn't even know she hurt, she had no body any more. she WAS the pain. It was her world, it was the sky, the ground, it was heaven and hell. It was everything, and she fell into it, writhing and screaming on the ground, hands digging at herself as if she would pull her soul from her body, escape the pain.
Collus watched with excited eyes, shiny with expectation, wetting his lips as if he were watching lewd acts done behind closed doors, heated touches. His eyes were laid with passion, hunger, lust. And he made no action to stop her.
Time: Past
Setting: The small old castle Collus, Marra, Nostarah, and Collus' vamps live. Starting in her bedroom. The room has a dark wood four poster bed with dark lacy bed covers, the room barren and dark apart from the bed, and a small wardrobe.
A heavy beat plays, strumming and pulsing.
Marra walks through the corridor, smiling to herself with that swing of hips, taking her time as she carries a large potbellied bottle in one hand, filled with a dark liquid, the other hand a green bottle too filled with the dark liquid, though it looks thinner.
She pushes through the doorway, grinning wickedly as her red lips part, eyes shining with excitement as she enters the room, looking around until her eyes fall on the figure on the floor, a girl of purple hair and pointed ears, hair pulled into ponytails behind her long curved ears, breathing rapidly as she lay on her back, face blushed as her chest heaves, her lovely blue French lady's dress stained down the front with blood, the edges touched with harsh black lace that looks as if it would be uncomfortable to have it brush your skin.
Collus stood over her, his blue eyes gleaming with thoughts that could never be human. His dark hair was pulled back into a harsh twist, and he crossed his arms over his chest, smiling, a match to Marra's wicked grin. The girl on the floor gave a weak mewl, and reached to claw at her hands, and he bent down to stop her, a look of love on his face that didn't belong with the situation.
Crying Loud You Are Crawling On The Floor...
Her face changes from the soft blush, to one of pain, back arching as she twists, still held by those vice-like hands, her body moving as if she were on fire, burning from her bones out, a shriek crawling from her throat.
Just A Beautiful Baby...You're Nothing More...
Her eyes fly open, and she pushes with her heels on the floor, trying to get away, trying to reach for herself, head whipping back and forth as she whimpers piteously, tears streaming pink from her eyes, staining her slightly rounded cheeks, bottom lip quivering before she bites down on it. A pale female hand shoots out, squeezing her jaw painfully, forcing her mouth open before she hurt herself. Marra stood stooping down, a look on her face as if the vision before her were far too delicious, her eyes hungry.
Close Your Eyes You Are Falling Into Sleep...
Her eyes go wide as Collus leans a knee down to press her legs to the floor, now effectively trapped, a look of pure animalistic fright on her face as she struggled against her fleshy bonds, nearly slamming her head against the stone floor before Collus jerked her into a sitting position, sitting on her lap as he pulled her arms above her head, effectively stringing her up. "No flinching now..." he murmured into her ear, grinning still.
I Swear I Won't Break You If You Let Me Take You Where The Willows Never Weep...
Marra parted Nostarah's jaws, a manic look on her face as she pushed the lip of the green bottle between the girl's teeth, tipping it quickly to that warm slide of blood hit her tongue,the thinner of the two liquids making it's eager way down the girl's throat, and she forgot to struggle, drinking the thick liquid down as it seared through her, as if fire could feel good.
Where The Willows Never Weep...
Marra pulled the bottle away and Nostarah licked out over her lips, a dreamy look on her face as Marra walks away, taking a long drink of the potbellied bottle, setting them both down on the floor by the bed before turning back to look at the two figures on the floor. Collus still held the girl's arms above her head, straining her shoulders. Something that should have been painful, but she didn't seem to notice. He watched her tongue with hungry eyes, suddenly moving forward to kiss her harshly, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as her eyes went wide, colors so bright and overwhelming, sounds as if they would caress her. Her mind slid and her body danced as he pulled away, laughing with blood on his lips, a thin line trailing down his chin, Nostarah's own mouth bloodied, still bleeding as her lips spread in an intoxicated and pleasured smile.
Coming Quick Into Your Wonderland...
He let her go, standing with that laugh still on his lips as Marra sauntered over to him, putting hands on his hips as she offered herself to him, pressing her body the length of his as she moved to lick over his chin, a pleasured thrill through her body as she caught his blood covered lip in her mouth, sucking that sweet taste of the girl and other from him. On the floor Nostarah squirmed, arms going above her head as if she were dancing, eyes heavy lidded as she felt her power go, a warm wind rushing through the room, ruffling hair, caressing wicked faces. Ice crawled over the floor, spreading frost like crystals over the stones. There was that warm promise of fire in the air. Collus laughed again, pushing Marra away who only grinned and purred low in her throat, watching the girl on the floor with hungry eyes.
Flying High On Bleached White Sand...
Collus moved back down to her, and pulled her up by one arm as if she were merely a rag doll. She cried out, delighted giggles filling the air, her so green eyes nearly liquid with the rush of it all. She pushed, and floated above the floor, higher than normal as he spun her away from himself, watching her dance like a ballerina, twirling twisting and dipping, her hair floating slowly around her on those warm currents.
Tranquilized By Lights You Lose Your Way...
Well Just Come With Me And I'll Make You See...
Collus took Marra's hand and placed it at his elbow, shooing the dancing girl out the door, until he had brought her outside, watching with excited eyes as she danced barefoot over the grass, scowling at her dress a moment before tearing the hem, ripping it clear around to lay tattered, halfway up her thighs. She danced in earnest, pools of water gathering as she danced, that heady wind whipping around her, changing her dance to something fevered, desperate, her mind a wash with feeling, no more thinking. The world was one large pulsing beat, her skin so alive to it all, shivering and jumping with her dance at even the touch of wind over the small hairs on her skin, making her laugh full throated, hysterical.
With Me You'll Want To Stay...
Marra let go of Collus' hand, went to grab at the girl, feeling her own feet leave the ground as she took her in her arms, pressing her body against the other woman, lips parted as she bent to whisper in her ear, hands grabbing her as if they were merely going to waltz. She licked the girl's ear to pleasant pleasured sounds, the body in her arms shaking and quivering from such a light touch. "Let it out, precious...Show us that shining power of your's." she pressed a leg between the girl's knees and laughed that full throated laugh, delighting in the sensations she knew it caused in the intoxicated, confused girl.
Can Baby Come Out To Play....?
Nostarah smiled as if she'd been given a glimpse into heaven, pushing that energy out, even as it drew itself from her, that imaginary fist in her belly not only open, but gone, her power thrilling in throwing itself out, ice, fire, water, wind, shaking earth, it spread out from her, destroying the green grass beneath them, even as she floated and twisted in the air. Collus stood a far ways back, grinning pleased with the scene before him. The earth shook and cracked, a crevice opening up as fire licked, blue white flames eating everything, blackening the earth, ice crawling into the air, spiked pillars of ice jutting as water rushed, like a tidal wave in all directions as if it were flowing from the girl, and it was. Wind whipped, drawing fire water and ice up into a funnel around the two figures, leaping spreading and climbing, as if they would eat the air in their savagry.
Circus Lights Are Shutting Slowly Down...
The funnel climbed and spread until the elements crashed back down to earth, spreading out once again, climbing over the ruined land as the earth gave an excited roll, her head falling back, flushed with the thrill of it all, a pleasured smile spread over her lips as they floated, twisting and dancing in the air, both drenched in water, looking like two wet lovers floating in the air, Marra still dancing the girl around.
There was nothing left for the power to eat, destroy, but it still licked it's way around her, rolling with the life of it all. She needed something more to sink that power into.
But Still You're Up In The Air...
And Loving Your Wings!
Her head came forward again, and she grinned at Marra, that shine in her eyes as she pushed that cold into the woman before her, Marra's eyes going wide as she did it, limbs freezing and going rigid, a cry of alarm crawling from her, and Collus watched, hungry, as if he were watching them have sex. Nostarah pushed, and forced that cold into her, eyes wide and face manic, giggles drawing from her throat, the power licking her brain as if it were a sugary confection, melting what little of herself she had left away.
My Dear You Play The Clown...
She suddenly forced heat back into the woman, and as she thawed laughed, water dripping from her, clothes clinging from Marra's curves. As soon as the woman's lungs and throat were clear enough, she drew a deep breath and shrieked, pain and fright clear in that sound, eyes wide as she pushed away from the girl, and she let her go, letting her body drop to the wasted land bellow. She put her arms out to the sides, head going back again as she twisted in the air, torn skirt whipping around her once again as Marra made her quick way clear of the destroyed earth, not stopping until she had crawled some ways into the still living grass, clutching at herself, hair slung over her face as she looked back, eyes wide and fearful. Collus regarded her as if she had merely walked over, pulling her up and against him, hands wandering as she stared disbelieving at him. She was his favorite, wasn't she? He wouldn't let her get hurt, would he? Her face changed suddenly, sultry and pleased. No, he wouldn't. The girl was no threat to her, or he would have stopped it. She was secure in her ignorance.
But Still You're Up In The Air And Loving Your Wings..!
Nostarah spun, so much higher in the air than she had ever managed, drunk off the powerful blood they had fed her, over and over they had let it weaken, the power..until she started to hurt, then they would feed her more. She'd lost count how many times they had fed her that night. She felt like a pot, with water still flowing into it though it was full. She moved and she could feel that power, her power, the flow of it tangible in the air, making it thick, heavy, hazy, hard to breathe. She grinned again, elements dancing around her now like so many fairies, flickering, dancing, moving, shifting, and they grew, the display larger and larger as she threw all she had into it, reveling in the sheer delight as the power ran savage below her, around her, above her.
What's Gonna Happen When You Come Down...?
The power drained, weakened, and she slowly moved further down to the ground. As if shocked back to herself, her head snapped forward as her feet touched the hot wet ground, feet covered over the entire bottom with the thick black and white soot. Her eyes were wide and shocky, she looked strained and thin, skin glowing translucent in the moonlight as she began to shake, the elements around her draining away. She felt that imaginary hand in her belly, but it was empty, and a strained terrified cry crawled from her throat. She fell to her knees, clutching at her stomach, hands sinking into the cloth, blood seeping between her fingers, tears stinging her eyes as her world exploded, melted, changed, completely taken over by the rush of mind eating pain, and she didn't even know she hurt, she had no body any more. she WAS the pain. It was her world, it was the sky, the ground, it was heaven and hell. It was everything, and she fell into it, writhing and screaming on the ground, hands digging at herself as if she would pull her soul from her body, escape the pain.
Collus watched with excited eyes, shiny with expectation, wetting his lips as if he were watching lewd acts done behind closed doors, heated touches. His eyes were laid with passion, hunger, lust. And he made no action to stop her.