Vampire Rp

Vonn saw what she saw and let out a low snarral. "Thoes damn things don't know when to give up.", he said grabbing a bag and pillling photo albems and books into it. Along with some more cloths as well.
"I think we should go before there hunger gets a head of them.", he said picking a black bound book and opening it. Lanten passed his lips in old, forgotten words, and the beast vanished. With that he picked her up and held her close.
"Close your eyes.", he said as he walke out of the house.

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Rose's blush deepened to match his. "You know I'm not much of a holy person Vonn..." She admired the ring in the dim light and smiled warmly at him. "But I will cherish it forever , I promise." THe wind seemed to be picking up outside. You could hear the tres bending slightly and creeking like old hinged doors. And the wind gave a faint howel as it moved through the forest. Rose moved, and gazed out the window up at the dark sky. "I think A storm might be coming." Her gaze then lowered and focussed on the dark creatures hiding in the trees. She frowned knowing that they wouldn't approach the house but the fact they were out there, nearby still frightened her a little.

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"Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me!"
~Hamlet, Act III Scene II

Vonn nodded lightly, "Yes..........My fingers won't fit it anymore, and it look much better on you, then me.", he said kissing her hand lightly, "And besides, It's the first ring I got when I entered the school of pristhood..........I thought, that someone closer to me then that use to be, should wear the ring."
The blush in his cheeks rose.

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Rose blushed her eyes going wide. "Vonn it's beautiful...but are you sure you want to give it to me...it seems too precious."... her gaze dropped to the ring and where he was still holding her hand. She watched it glimmer in the little light in the room. The ruby's bright contrast sticking out even more on her pale skin.

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"Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me!"
~Hamlet, Act III Scene II

Vonn smiled and looked at Rose, her face made him think of his little sister. His eyes softened, and he grabbed her hand softly, and slid the ring onto her middle finger. It looked like the only on it would fit because it was so small. "Think of it as an early cristmase gift.", he said blushing as he held her hand, "It won't fit my fingers, and well........It looks better on you."

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(well its really my last years costume with improvements heheh ill take pictures ^-^ omg thriller! *does the dance* lol you mean "la vie éternelle" that means eternal life in french o.o i dont know everlasting though..meh same thing..*praises my french skills haza! ))

Rose admired the cross, just the aura it gave off seemed to remind her of Vonn. He put it on the dust shelf, and she was worried it would get dirty but quickly focused back on Vonn and what he was doing. A ring, it was beautiful, a crimson ruby in the middle the colour of vampire eyes. She could almost see their reflection in the polished surface. "Wow Vonn....it's a beautiful ring.." She smiled at him wondering where he could have gotten such a treasure.

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"Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me!"
~Hamlet, Act III Scene II

Vonn placed the box to were it blanced on one hand, and took the contains of it out with the other. He slowly pulled out a gold chain with a small gold cross on it. In the crenter it held a emerald, the same shade of his eyes. He smiled at it, then Rose. "Not what I wanted, but it's still nice.", he said placing it on the near by shelf and grabing a small gold ring from the box. It held ruby in the center with small gotic inmprints on the band. On the inside the words, "Everlasting life", were written in French.
(Yeah XD!Whata' gonna be? I think mine's groovy, XD seeing as I get to wear it at a football game while playing Thriller!)

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(omg you have a rp friend tracker too? heheh you should see my pimp'n halloween costume its cool.))

Rose, put down the old dusty vase she had been examining and walked over to where Vonn was with the wooden box. She took her time getting there as to avoid clutter on the floor, she didn't want to trip for fear of making a fool of herself and injuring herself in front of Vonn. Rose finally made it to his side and his tone made her laugh. "WHat is it Vonn?" Rose asked peering over his shoulder and into the box.

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"Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me!"
~Hamlet, Act III Scene II

Vonn smiled and let out a small sigh as he placed the instrment back in it's case. "Gives you something to do when you've got a everlasting life.", he said picking up the nearest book and wipeing the dust off the cover, "William Walter WOrdsworth, An Angel's Flight."
He placed it back and picked up a wooden box and opened it smiling. "Rose, could you come here for a secound.", he said in a singsong voice.
(When I got on I was like, my Rie Radar is going off XD)

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Rose's eyes glistened as the few sweet notes reached her ears. "..wonderful.." She whispered quietly to him then looked around the room. Lots of books, ore than she could count, more than a person could read in a lifetime. "YOu must really like to read...and collect junk." She pointed to the nearest pile of knic knacs and stiffled a giggle.

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"Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me!"
~Hamlet, Act III Scene II