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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 11 2007, 01:40 AM (17 Views) | |
| Liam Alexander | Sep 11 2007, 01:40 AM Post #1 |
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OOC: Kinda long but I hope you guys enjoy my Katherine rp. Green= Jeremiah *Katherine's uncle* Blue= Joyce McGuire *Katherine's Aunt* the italics is a flashback the two had. red= Katherine herself... please enoy.... Remembering: My heat breaks… This is my entire fault; it is because of me she was whipped… I brought in McGuire and I told her all our secrets… In the heat of passion and caring I thought I could trust her… I was wrong… I always am aren’t I? I just longed for that love I’ve not had since the disappearance of Aurora. I thought McGuire could be the one… The one that saved me, the one that made me complete. Much like Jada completes Alex, Beth completes Christian, and Jessica completes Tabatha… I longed for that. God knows I longed for that… I may be a vampire but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel, I don’t hurt, and that I don’t love… Who am I kidding? She is only nineteen, what could she know of love or even being loved? Foolish of me to think such notions could exist… That happiness could be found exclusively for me. I’ve been around for three hundred years and in all those years I’ve only loved three people. Darla was my first love but she left me for Alexander… God that hurt; but nothing hurt more then to watch her die protecting me, only to come back and go right for Alexander again and pretend I don’t exist… Then there was Aurora… God she was perfect… We were made for one another, that I believe… But since the death of PHW she has gone distant and has not got into contact with me. So much for that… And now… Now McGuire… I know she knows what I did to Jada in PHW, how cold and hurtful I was to her then… She had played a hand in breaking my Darla’s heart and in turn was playing Alex for a fool… Sleeping around with that chump Sean Hunter… She didn’t deserve my brother’s love for all I cared during that time in my eyes… So young, so fucking naïve to a fault… But my; has she grown into someone I respect and would lay my life down for… Would I ever tell Jada that? Hell no… I’m too prideful and she’d never believe me anyways… Don’t get me wrong… We’ve never had sex, McGuire and I that is… We’ve come close but never sealed the deal… She was raped by a fucking cop… I don’t know if his image still runs rampart in her psyche but more then likely it does… I can’t blame her if it does… If that fucker was still alive, I’d kill him myself but that is not the case… Sin City is an unforgiving place and trains don’t break for anyone. Mortal or Immortal. I wonder how she’s doing right now…. Tears wouldn’t stop running down my face…I sat in the back seat of a Greyhound on my way home. Home. I was going home. Home to Sin City. All of us were…even those that weren’t born here know when they belong here. Alexander Belmont, Christopher…Jada. Sometimes, you had to go back to find the answers to the questions at present. And I had two questions on my mind. Did I love Jeremiah Belmont? Would I find strength in myself to fight through what Moseley did to me and allow myself to love ‘Miah? Through the tears, I smiled just a little bit. He was the one who found me…saved me. But I’d betrayed him…by telling Lance Davidson the Belmont family’s secrets. I shouldn’t have…but I needed to talk to someone. The only human in the Belmont family is Katherine, Alexander’s seven year old daughter. Well…Liam is half human, half vampire…so I think. Jada never did get the paternity tests done to make absolutely sure. But if you look into that baby’s eyes, all you see is Alexander. But back to the situation at hand… I was going back to the only place I’d ever called home…willingly and unwillingly. I had no other choice. Sin City was calling her children home. I never was one to take orders… So for me to have to hold Jada down while my brother whipped her was beyond anything I would ever willing take part of… That sick F*ck, that Grandmaster was to blame for the most of this… He was successful in tearing our family apart to a certain degree was he not? What can I say that has not been said over and over again? We are damned, there is nothing elegant and fancy about our lives; we wear a mask to make you all believe it to be. But behind the estates, behind the businesses, behind the balls, and behind the fine dining lay things that make even us seem almost mortal. We are hunted by slayers, by lycanthropes, by witches, by bitches, and by our own kind… We are forever on high alert as we know one false move, one false sense of safety and it’s over just like that… No more us… Nothing left but a pile of ashes and the shattered memories we leave behind. You can call us fake, call us delusional mortals with a fetish; frankly I’m sick of explaining myself to the likes of you. You see what you wish to see, hear what you wish to hear; but all along beneath the underbelly of your cities we are there… Watching and hunting you all… It’s not for sport or for some perverse pleasure… It’s merely survival of the fittest and sadly you are the inferior species… Sin City…. It’s calling me…. She was calling all her children home… She lay there...curled in his arms. The strong arms of a vampire called Jeremiah Tobias Belmont. The eldest of the Belmont brothers cradled the nineteen year old girl against his chest a smile spread across her impassive face. A smile that brought a smirk to Jeremiah's face. She felt safe. Good. That was what he wanted for her. McGuire had been hiding in the very dregs of Sin City just a few scant months ago...hiding...from her father's former business associates and from herself. She'd been beat, raped...by a rogue detective that had had a hardon for her father. He'd failed in his quest to bring down Ed Johnson...Gutter Rat saw to that. He was the one who reminded Otis Moseley that trains brake for no one. McGuire had been there...at his death. She'd heard his screams as the train ran him over...That's what you call a real Sin City Trainwreck. But Jeremiah held her now. Admiring the soft lines of her facial features...almost willing her to open her eyes so he could stare into those hazel-green depths again. “You are safe now my little one. No one shall harm you, I swear it.” The vampire smiled as he ran a hand through her hair. Could he be falling for her? No… He promised himself that after Aurora he would never fall in love again. Besides she was only nineteen, there was no way she could understand or even begin to comprehend what love was… But he found solace in knowing that she was comfortable around him though. No one has ever felt that way around him; mainly because no one ever got the chance to; too prideful to be hurt again… One of those beautiful eyes opened and stared up at him. "I was almost asleep, 'Miah...and you have to go and talk. Thanks for waking me up." He smirked at her comment before closing his own eyes. She had that same wit he did; he found that rather attractive at times… “Sorry, I thought you were still awake.” "The big bad apologizing to a mortal? I thought you were more than that, Jer." She smiled and chided him playfully, softly punching his chin. “I have my moments. But try and tell anyone and I’ll deny it. I have a reputation to uphold after all my little one.” He ran a hand across his chin where she punched him and just smiled. She was willing to touch him, signs were looking good but with her was not willing to rush into things too deep and too quick. He didn’t want to witness a crash and burn if things didn’t work out the way he believed they would. Her face took on an expression of sadness for a moment after she laughed at his statement. Her pale hand came up to cup his cheek and she closed her eyes, burying her face in the crook of Jeremiah's neck. "Thank you...for everything. I would have killed myself had you not interceded..." “It was nothing. Was the least I could do my little one. I’ve been down that path before, it is better to have someone by your side when one fights their demons…” The vampire sighed slightly as he placed his hand on her head and held her close to his side. He would never hurt her, never rape her, and never call her names… She was worth more then that, she would become a Queen in his eyes… He’d see to it… "I think my demons want to have a drink with your demons." They both chuckled...and then it came. The awkward moment of silence. They sat there...staring at one another, the world seemingly stopped around them. Until Joyce sat up and kissed him softly on the cheek. Tension built as Jeremiah closed his eyes and ran a hand slowly down her back. He was testing the waters so to speak, to see if feelings would be shown back or if it was only a shot in the dark. He was hoping she would at least run a hand down his chest; anything would work for him… Just to feel again, to feel as if someone loved him once more… She sat up more in his lap, her short skirt fanning out on her legs as she gave him another kiss. This time...on his lips. There it was...the chance to feel again. McGuire's body shifted and she soon straddled his thighs. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him into a tight embrace. Granted, she wasn't technically a virgin, but being raped repeatedly didn't count to her. It had been against her will...this was her will. "Jer....thank you..." She kissed him again. “You are welcome.” Jeremiah looked over the body of McGuire and placed his hands around her waist before lowering his lips towards her neck and softly kissing it at first before going lower towards her breasts. He would have to be the dominant one in this little affair it seemed. He didn’t mind, he preferred it that way anyways… She stiffened in his touch at first, but soon relaxed. His touch was gentle and practiced and he entranced her mind as well...willing her to embrace his touch. But McGuire just dug her nails into his back when he nipped her breast gently. Soft laughter passed his lips as she gasped and arched against him. "...'Miah..." Her breathing deepened as she watched him continue He enjoyed the pain of having her nails digging into his back; he was a pain slut after all… Years of battling in the hardcore ranks will do that to one’s psyche… He opened his eyes and looked deep into hers before going lower and towards her stomach. A soft kiss here and there and he was nearing her inner thighs… He didn’t know what to expect from here on out but he was still testing the waters so to speak… McGuire visibly gulped and froze...waiting for him to make his move... "Jer...Please don't hurt me..." “I will never hurt you… If it becomes too much tell me to stop and I will not push the issue… I am not like all those others… I will respect your wishes my little one.” He stopped from going lower and looked at her and awaited her response. He would not force himself on her. He refused to be that type of scum… He was better then those wretches down in Sin City… "I will tell you..." It was his cue to go farther...she was excited...and Jeremiah could smell everything. The scent of her was incredible...like a single rose, and it was bringing out a side of him that McGuire didn't need to see. His erection strained against his pants as his fingers wrapped around her hips, pulling her closer to his face. The only thing that stood in the way of true and utter contact; was her underwear. But in a flash...those were gone and Jeremiah buried his face between her legs. He was slow at first; he was told he had a gifted tongue by all the girls he’s fucked, granted those were their last words before he slaughtered them… But McGuire was different. He wouldn’t kill her after this. To do so would kill a part of him he felt… His tongue went in circles as McGuire moaned with each flick of his tongue… Her nails went deeper into his back and he moaned softly with each puncture wound she created. It wasn't long before the former owner of the NLR was trembling under his touch. He'd pushed her t-shirt up to bare her stomach and breasts...the reality of it wasn't sinking in yet... With sudden courage she pushed herself up to her elbows to watch him. It mystified her...this three hundred year old vampire desiring her. Her mouth fell open in a silent "o" of pleasure as she curled her toes and ran a hand through his white hair. “Continue or stop? Your call…” This was only foreplay at the moment, this he knew she could handle but when the time came for him to insert himself into her he didn’t want her to have flashbacks to being raped… He wanted her to be ready… To be willing… To be able… Her face was flushed red...reminding him of the blood that ran through her veins. He may have had excellent control, but there were limits even he couldn't handle. Jeremiah let go of her legs and got to his knees over her...like a predator and McGuire felt very uncomfortable all of a sudden. Images of Moseley flashed through her mind, but she pushed them back. She wanted this. "Go on, 'Miah…" She sat up with him and kissed him again, roaming her hands all over his back. “As you wish… He kissed her softly before lowering her body gently on the bed before spreading her legs and placing himself in between them. He had not inserted himself yet, he was waiting for her to yell stop… He lowered his own body and kissed her neck again then her breasts… He was still in the foreplay stage... She moaned softly at his touch, pulling him in for a deeper kiss...but unknowingly pulled his hips closer to hers. Just close enough for him to feel the heat rising from her mons, and the beast inside him growled. McGuire panicked for a moment...but her voice came out in a low whisper. Jeremiah couldn't see the expression on her face, so he took it as an invitation... "..'Miah...." He entered inside her softly at first as to not break her. She was so fragile, almost like a Porcelain doll… He did not thrust nor make any more movements as he awaited another response from her. If anything the flashbacks would occur now… “Are you ok with this still?” Tears flowed freely...and McGuire scooted herself back as best she could... "Jeremiah...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I can't..." She huddled in the corner of his king-sized bed, her knees against her chest and face hidden in her arms. “It is all right to be afraid… Get dressed and we will just lay her together. No more until you are ready…” Jeremiah smiled as he handed her, her under garments back and just leaned against his headrest and closed his eyes… He had a lot to do if he was to ever gain her trust… A lot to do… She slipped on the bra and panties...as he looked away out of respect and for the sake of her last shred of dignity. He handed her a black nightdress...with lace around the bottom...it had belonged to one of the whores he'd fucked then killed a few months ago. The whore had looked horrible in it...but McGuire was the picture of beauty in it. The picture of innocence. Tainted as she was...she was still young...and untainted in most ways. "Thank you, Jer..." The young girl smiled softly and held onto him tightly...as if her life depended on it. And in part, it did. He was the only one that could protect her anymore from the scum of Sin City... “You have a good nights sleep my little one… I will stay in here with you until you fall asleep then I have some business to take care of with Alexander…” He smiled as he kissed her forehead and ran a hand through her hair. It wouldn’t take long for her to go to sleep… It never did when he was near her… It was that comfort level that he seemed to have… XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX That’s the story my aunt and uncle tell me every chance they get; how they first found out they had feelings for one another. How I was kidnapped along with my brother, Liam by a grandmaster known as Augustus… it never seems to fail to keep my priorities in line. I realize that my brother has been lied to by someone with a wicked tongue. I must get Liam to understand that his mother never hurt him, never abused me… but he won’t talk with me; he hasn’t since he hit the age of nineteen. I couldn’t help but watch his match last night against Calypso and be proud of him and his victory. I love my brother, I always will. But something clouds his judgment and this talk of war upsets me; but alas I must not dwell on such things as I have my debut match coming up as well. I face two women I have never heard of before and probably never will again once they decide to leave this company. Tiffany has this ego about her that makes me want to shut her up; no one likes a brat… she doesn’t know me and already she believes I can’t wrestle? Naïve is the woman who doubts a Belmont’s resolve. Stupid is the woman who doubts a Belmont’s wrestling ability! This business courses through my veins and is rich with the history that every single Belmont woman has won a title! My step-mother a former HiWF WORLD CHAMPION! My aunt Tabatha, a former two time womens champion… I have big shoes to fill and all my life I have longed for the chance to prove myself. I finally get that chance in two night’s time when I step foot inside that squared circle and I get to hear the roar of the crowd. I get to feel the rush my uncle, J. talks about. Tiffany and Starr are in for the fight of their lives and win or lose; they will remember the name of KATHERINE BELMONT! Fin… |
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