Recent content by Kerrick Vandergard

Try as he might, Kerrick couldn't combat the little smirk of amusement that tugged at his lips as the girl looked drunkenly up at him with an inebriated hiccup. How long had it been since he'd met another of his own kind? Years, certainly. He didn't regret leaving his home, the clan who'd...

"Aren't you a sorry sight." It wasn't often that Kerrick Vandergard travelled this far out toward the sea; Something about the salty air made his throat itch, and dried his tongue in a manner most unpleasant. Still, with all the commotion he'd caused in that little town up north, he'd needed...

It wasn't lost on Kerrick the hefty weight of the four letter word he'd used. Love and lust were distinctly different beasts, even a fool could tell you so. Last night, as they'd tumbled against one another time and time again, a mess of limbs and sheets and sweat, they'd embodied the latter...

Tempting. How incredibly tempting it was... To cast aside this hunt they'd embarked upon and to make Maveriel his prey of choice for the evening. She was ready for him-- The Vampire could tell from the heat of her blood as she grew excited, the shiver of her spine as he sent waves of need...

Even now, out of the warm, comforting embrace of the silken sheets of their bed and out in the whistling winds that weaved in and out of the city of trees like yarn weaving cloth, she taunted him. Every act Maveriel made seemed at least in part meant to garner some response form him, to bring a...

The Forest of Evermore... It was a name Kerrick found he related to, one he found fitting for the two of them to step outside of the quiet little haven they'd found for themselves in the bedroom and into the waiting world at large. Evermore, just as his life seemed to be, twisted and expanded by...

No bliss can last forever. Kerrick was not alone in the iron grip he wished to hold on the pleasures this meeting had offered them; He was not the only one who did all he could to hold the door of reality closed, to bask in this moment for as long as time and flesh would allow. Maveriel was...

Time was an interesting concept. It was quaint, and fickle in how it presented itself to every person. Nobody felt the hands of passing hours in the same way, not exactly. There were souls born of impatience, who felt every minute as if it were an hour. There were others imbued with the peace of...

Why had Kerrick told her his story? Why had he sat across from her, taken the time to weave his tale of woe, regret, and remorse? Was it for pity? No, Kerrick desired no pity, not from anyone. He'd committed every sin, and spilled every drop of blood to deserve the punishment he'd received...

How many? Kerrick tried to do the math in his head, but the number came out different every time he silently added things up. Mave hadn't been the first he'd swept off their feet in a maelstrom of booze and music, hadn't been the first he'd whisked up to a bed and ravaged into the morning to...

There was something about the flicker in Maveriel's eyes that brought goosebumps to his skin, the way she raked them over his visage like an animal barely holding back the instinct to pounce. For all of the experiences that Kerrick's long and admittedly sinful life had brought him, to see...

"What you need to do is relax, Arthur." It was a stern reprimand, almost akin to a teacher correcting a wayward student. Kerrick had somewhat gotten the young man into this mess, and he wasn't about to leave him marked for death. At the same time, he definitely wasn't going to haul him around...

Kerrick could smell the heat that still lingered between them even now just as well as he could the smallest drop of warm blood. Even with all that they'd done to one another, every desire that they'd indulged in, every pit of depravity and lust they'd allowed to soak their flesh the previous...

“Bring me breakfast. Talk of town and today can wait.” Her words were few and brief, but the meaning they held went far beyond the pair of sentences she offered him. For behind that simple request was a reassurance; a message of comfort from the woman of the living world, to the man who's sense...

The door to Kerrick's room swung open, and the last thing that anybody else would see of the pair was The Vampire taking the elf back into his arms moments before it clicked shut behind them. For one more night, in that little room, Kerrick was alive again. Maveriel brought him back, breathed...