• Silent; entrancing, Rayne Celdom was not only a Vampire Elder, to many others of her kind, she was a goddess. Born and raised with such beauty. With one look she captivated whom ever she spoke to, be it one vampire, or a large group. She has been around for over nine-thousand years; most elders say that the years have been most excellent to her in matters pertaining to her beauty while they wither slowly. In this present day, Rayne Celdom looks to be in her early twenties, her encounters with humans make her more knowledgeable with what early twenty year old females do. Being that she is who she is, she reframes in such shameful acts.

    Loose curls hung about a bronze face, maybe of Spanish descent. Rayne Celdom held her finger to her lips, signaling for the trainees to be very quite. Her copper eyes had turned to a dark foreboding brown that enticed even the strong willed not to challenge her authority. Something about this rare beauty caught many humans off-guard. Rayne straightened her exterior, a short skirt riding her hips like a second skin. Her midriff showed immensely, a sparkling belly-ring could be seen if one were to examine such a fit body. Thigh-high stockings hugged Rayne’s slender promiscuous legs as she walked through the night club her trainees and her were raiding. Knee-high leather stilettos guided her focused walk to Giovanni Verducci, the owner of the club and a rogue vampire.

    Giovanni was just one of the problems that accosted Rayne in her life time. Giovanni would turn his not entirely innocent mistress into his vampire slaves. Thus, Rayne had to play the role of a new mistress. Seduce Giovanni into thinking she actually wanted scum of the Earth like him. She had to dabble herself in shame and touch that retched piece of filth, Giovanni Verducci.

    Decades of changing her appearance made Rayne unnoticeable by anyone who looked at her with their all-knowing eyes. She was just another sexy girl who needed to be taught a fierce lesson in their eyes. Rayne spotted Giovanni and made a ‘b’ line over to him. Rayne smiled enticingly, her fangs barely noticed. “Hello Giovanni Love.” Rayne had a thick Russian accent; the years in Russia had given her. Giovanni became instantly intrigued by this new girl. He shooed away all the girls that hung so dearly onto him. Many protested but definitely did what they were told. Rayne straddled Giovanni’s lap, daring him to touch her. “My name is Silvia. And I wish to be yours.” Rayne, much to her disgust, kissed his neck, his chin and finally his lips.

    Giovanni was dazed in her presence, not wanting to ruin the moment with his rough voice. Giovanni was wearing a black button down shirt with only four of the buttons buttoned. He had long jet black hair that looked greasy but was soft to the touch. His chin stubble accented his dark blue eyes. Giovanni was an Italian, but not in the mob aspect. He had the money and the girls and that was all he asked for. “Do you want to touch me Giovanni?” He watched her lips as they formed his name and nodded. He wanted Silvia so bad he could almost feel and see her naked body writhing beneath his.

    Rayne was vital in being a distraction. She was the only one who could pull off such a dangerous stunt. Behind her all hell had broken loose, but she advised her trainees not to get close to her or Giovanni. Giovanni leaned up to kiss Rayne’s full, succulent lips once more, mesmerized by her beauty and willingness. Giovanni caressed Rayne’s voluptuous curves greedily as he stole kisses from her. A glance over her shoulder broke the trance he had been in. Immediately, Giovanni threw Rayne from his lap, aroused as he was, anger took over. “What in the hell is going on in my club?”

    The fighting had ceased, and all looked toward Giovanni. Rayne’s trainees were captured at Giovanni’s orders. They all looked to Rayne with mental pleas of help. Rayne remained in character, her a scared look on her face; she clung to Giovanni, who whispered her name and told her to follow him. Before departing a final order was spoken. “Kill them all.” Rayne had kept her cool up until this moment. Her trainees were to be executed, heads chopped off, forced into the sunlight, the whole kitten kaboodle. That was one thing she could not let happen, the torturous murder of a vampire was illegal and punishable by death. Giovanni Verducci was number one on Rayne’s hit list of rogue vampires. He had broken just about every rule in the Code of Vampires and it was time for him to pay.

    Rayne pulled back from his arm, hissing menacingly. “Giovanni, be a dear and die if you will.” From her boot she pulled a long dagger, in which she meant to kill the rogue with. Giovanni had taken flight like the coward he was. Rayne’s trainees began to fight their captors fiercely seeing Rayne take off after Giovanni like she did. Rayne had tackled Giovanni from behind; grabbing a fistful of his hair she yanked his head back. “Giovanni, do you remember me? Hm, Rayne Celdom, Vampire Elder‘s face you‘ve spit in a numerous amount of times.” Rayne held the dagger to his neck, daring him to put up a struggle. “You can either die or you may be seen before the counsel. It is still your choice Giovanni, don‘t be a coward.”

    Giovanni let out a maniacal laugh, pushing his neck into the dagger, blood flowed freely from his neck. Rayne had had enough, violently she pulled the dagger from his neck, cutting his throat clean through. Giovanni hadn’t put up much of a fight like most rogues, they’d beg and plea for their lives and beg for the counsel to see them. Giovanni wasn’t like most rogues though. He was criminally insane by the looks of it. He committed suicide with Rayne’s help, he started, she finished. Wiping the blood on her skirt, Rayne walked to the front of her club, three of her trainees were wounded, two were dead, and five had come out with minor scratches and bruises but all were victorious. Rayne ordered them to take the two dead and bury them; then to take Giovanni to the counsel and await further orders from them.

    Rayne slowly descended into a dark pool which took her far, far away from the club in Rome. Venice, Italy was her one and only home. Rayne had a quiet villa there, where she lived with her human brother Danek. Danek’s parents had raised Rayne as if she were really their own. They, however, never knew what she really was. She told them the sun made her deathly ill when they adopted her. The even the slightest exposure would be the death of her. Her lie had proven adequate, for they never forced her to attend school in the day. A teacher, however, did teach her at night, she passed all of her classes with Excellency. Only because she had prior knowledge of what they taught in present days; having completed school more than once it was a piece of Swiss cake for Rayne.

    Danek, being eighteen years of age, had been the only one that knew about Rayne’s true identity. He knew she was a night-stalker. After Danek’s parents had died in a brutal car accident she felt it was his right to know what she was. At first he did not believe her, but slowly he witnessed short meetings and saw her fangs on a regular basis. “Danek,” Rayne had called to him one morning. She had her arm out in the sun; the smell of burning flesh met Danek’s nostrils as well as her own. Rayne pulled her arm back and let Danek watch the burn heal. “You see, I am not like you.”

    Danek was asleep when she arrived, a hot shower welcomed Rayne with open arms. She wished to wash the filth away; she had thrown away the clothes she wore that night. They reeked of Giovanni and so did she. She used a deep body scrub, cleaning every orifice of her body, hair included. By the time she finished all traces of Giovanni were gone from her senses, except the taste of that scum. She brushed her teeth vigorously, spitting, gargling Listerine. Rayne hated the fact that she had to be slightly intimate with Giovanni; the thought of the nights’ occurrences irked her soul; or lack there of.

    The world Rayne just happened to inhabit was one filled with Vampires, Lycans, and other mystical creatures that was once said to not exist. Rayne was living proof that things like her existed and how dangerous they were. Vampires were considered to be evil. Vampires have been alive for centuries, living in somewhat of a tranquil state of mind. Mini wars have broken out among other Vampires and Lycans. Multiple peace treaties were forged with blood and sweat and multiple treaties from broken through the spilling of that blood. Vampires have always feared for their lives that hung in the balance. Being hunted wasn’t on one’s list to have done to them. As well as there are Vampires, there are Vampire Rogues.

    Vampires who seek to go against the natural order of things. Rogue’s exposed their existence, killing just to kill; for funs as it were. They created an epidemic in the Human society. Vampire Rogues were the one reason Hunters were established. However, Hunters got smarter, and figured that if Vampires existed so did other creatures. The world was in turmoil and Rogues were to be blamed, but the whole lot of Vampires was accused instead.


    Present day Earth is full of mysterious wonders. No one truly knows what is and what isn't. On the planet Earth today, Vampires, Lycans, Humans, and others mystical creatures lived with one another. In the human race, there is war and peace. Tranquility is of little miracles to the human race. Among the human race there are hunters, those who seek out the unknown and destroy. Raised from a very young age, they are taught to hate those who resemble the Devil's seed. Hunter's are taught that beings, such as Vampires and Lycans are of the Devil's loins.

    Danek was sitting on the edge of his bed when Rayne had finally emerged from the bathroom, although they were related legally, nothing bonded them in blood. Danek was growing older and more handsome by the day; it was when they were younger that Danek had blown her mind. Danek knew she wasn’t truly his sister, or else he wouldn’t have kissed her with such hunger. He was much older than Rayne in Human years. By at least four years, and he had wanted her when she was ‘fifteen’ and him nineteen. It was present day Italy and what family hid secrets. The Celdom family did, but their children were to smart.

    Rayne had pushed her brother away; she knew that in the heat of a sexual encounter, someone was going to get bitten. And it would not have been her. Danek’s face that day was mixed with sordid emotions. He had yelled at her for her lusty actions. Danek accused Rayne of flaunting her body at him. Rayne was in tears by the time the ordeal had been settled between them. That was the age old story between brother and sister. And that nasty word, incest.

    Danek’s hair was messy with sleep, and his face looked tired. All Rayne wanted, was to go to her step-brother and caress him. Give him comfort maybe, since that night seven years ago, she hadn’t so much as touched her brother. About one year after the incident, their parents noted her indecision towards her brother. When they inquired she merely answered with: “I‘ve grown out of my hugging stage.”

    Seven years later, Rayne found herself oddly attracted to her older brother. Danek stared at Rayne, dreary eyes, and then he stood stumbling towards her. Rayne found herself in her brother’s arms. Danek was hugging her! Rayne thought she must have been dreaming, so she let him hug her, she even hugged back. As hesitant as she was, Danek didn’t mind.

    The hug that Danek and Rayne shared lasted thirty-seconds over a minute. Danek drew back, connecting his and Rayne’s lips with such passion and finesse. Without realizing it, Rayne’s arms wrapped around Danek’s neck as she deepened the kiss. Danek’s tongue swirled around Rayne’s lips before delving deep inside her mouth to wrestle her tongue.

    Rayne’s towel had dropped to the floor as Danek backed Rayne onto a wall. Danek’s hand moved to Rayne’s breast, he caressed and kneaded them with a gentle touch as he tore away at her neck with fervent kisses. Rayne’s wet hair clung to her body, and she clung to Danek; never wanting to let go, but she had.

    Danek’s hand and slipped below her waist and reality had been a slap in the face for Rayne when she realized Danek was kissing her and she was returning the favor. She had flung herself from Danek with such force that he himself had flown back. Danek’s brow was furrowed; he looked at her as if she’d slapped him in the face. “You can‘t pretend you didn‘t like it.” Danek’s voice was harsh and cold, and low. Danek’s voice was so low that Rayne shivered where she stood.

    Rayne had run into the bathroom to hide her nakedness, and Danek stalked after her, slamming the door open. Rayne was in the corner, cowering in fear. She had taken down men much bigger than Danek, so why was she in the fearful position. She reached for the towel that hung on the shower rod, wrapping herself. “Danek, You‘re not right in the head.” She finally breathed out. “Not right in the head? You have to be ******** kidding me! I am fine, you‘re the one who thinks she‘s a ******** Vampire.”

    Rayne smashed Danek’s head into the wall, the action was so fast Danek couldn’t follow it. “Don‘t you dare blasphemy my race.” He fell to his knees, dazed and unable to contemplate what had just happened. Rayne held the towel over her breast, walking towards her dazed step-brother. “Oh Danek, when will you learn?” Rayne gently caressed his face, before slapping him harshly on the face to wake him from his dazed state.

    "Do thy dare touch the delicate frame of an angel?"

    Do thy dare to Contact me and continue this?