Nephele Carnal
You lie, silent there before me.
Your tears, they mean nothing to me.
Your tears, they mean nothing to me.
You can call me » Neph. If you're really that lazy.
I've got this many notches on my belt » Hundreds and hundreds of years old, but I appear to be 21.
The doctor tells me I'm a » Female.
I like to chase » Males. Only.. males.
Read into my soul » Nephele is dark. Inside and out. The vampire used to be able to smile, but not anymore. Not of joy, at least. She can only smile with bitterness and hatred, but never love or joy. Nephele says she's not afraid to admit what she is but she's scared, and she hates what she has become. She didn't want this. She didn't have a choice. Now when she thinks of it, Nephele prefers to be dead. Anything but this never ending life.
Let me tell you a story » I remember, me and my mother would spend so much time looking for the perfect wedding dress for me. We'd wonder around the town for hours, trying on everything and taking note of what we liked and what we didn't. I had so much fun with her and the dresses we found. I loved how the dress would wash down my slender figure like a waterfall, showing my bests and hiding my worsts. But my favorite part was the veil that shrouded around me and fell down my back, following me whenever I moved. I would marvel over it's fine detail and silhouette almost every 5 seconds, touching the soft material that finished my wedding look.
I now looked into my reflection into the mirror. I looked more angelic and beautiful now in my new form. My skin was so pale it almost seemed to sparkled under the dim light of my room. My hair, looked thick and even more healthy then my human hair. Silver strands of hair fell down my back and over my shoulders, decorating my upper half. I managed to smile, but only for Roy. A devilish grin stretched across my face as I remembered how his friends died. They were so "loyal" when they knew they were going to die. Telling me exactly where Roy was. Some friends.. and even though they told me exactly where he was, I broke my promise anyway, killing them in one swift blow.
I looked out the window and sighed lightly. So Roy was expecting me. After he heard about all of his friends dying, being picked one by one, he coward away and hid in some huge building in the woods. "Foolish human." I hissed under my breath, before I climbed up onto the windowsill, jumping out. I was still not used to my newly vampire speed, and before I realized it I was already there. The building looked like some castle or something, the walls thick stone and the doors heavily guarded by men dressed in black. Fleshy, strong men guarded my entrance. Scowling, I approached them with such elegance they seemed to immediately perk up, straightening to their full height and rolling their shoulders as if I was interested how much muscle they had gained. I didn't breath as I approached. I would save my want for blood for Roy and drain that sorry rat of a man.
"Hello," I greeted sweetly, smiling to reveal my perfect set of teeth. "Mr. King is expecting me." The guards looked at one another then back at me, shaking their heads at the same time. The one of the left spoke. "No can do, m'am. Mr.King told us to not let anyone in. I'm sorry." His eyes drooped as if he really wanted to let me in. After all, I was in a wedding dress and being a vampire did enhance my looks.. I was like a fallen angel. "In that case, I'm sorry. I was only aiming to kill the guilty." With such speed I leaned up and kissed one on the cheek, before snapping his neck in one swift movement. The other began to run away, but I couldn't let him live. Running after him, I smacked his back and he went flying into a tree, snapping his spine instantly. I was careful not to soil my dress. Not yet.
Then I turned to Roy's big, wooden door. I kicked it down, the wood breaking under my strength and collapsing. Now I allowed myself to breath, pin pointing where he was. He was in the corner, drinking again. I zoomed in on the empty bottle of Brandy's and hissed under my breath. "Roy.. you coward." I growled, stepping into his room. I looked around and smirked, before looking down at him. He moved away from me, his bottle of liquor swishing with each drunken move he took. "Is this where you were staying? Here, so close?" I pulled off a sweet innocent smile, twirling around to show off my dress. "Like it? This is what I was going to get married in.. with you." I stopped spinning and looked at him. I sniffed in the air and wrinkled my nose in disgust. How revolting! Roy's blood smelled disgusting to me! It reeked of mold and liqour, something I surely did not enjoy.
"Nephele! I thought.. I thought you were dead." He gasped. I didn't answer him, but the rodent continued. Quickly he began to pull all the innocent crap on me. "I'm so sorry. You know how I am when I'm drunk... you shouldn't have come looking for me. I was drinking again, y'know. I didn't mean it... y-your funeral. I went to it. It was so hard for me. I'm sorry, Nephele, I love you.." Roy took a quick sip of his liquor. He was gaining courage through being drunk. Slowly he stood up. "When I heard my friends all dying, I hid. I thought you were sending a hit man to kill me." I smirked and tilted my head upwards. "Oh Roy, Roy, Roy.. I thought you knew me better. I thought you knew I did things by myself. I'll kill you.. myself.."
"Nephele? What?" Roy chugged down the rest of his Brandy's and threw it down in front of me. "Your going to kill me? With what? Surely you don't got some gun or something hidden in that bodice of yours." He licked his lips as he looked down at me. Disgusting little pig. "I don't need any weapons." I said, approaching. I grabbed his neck and brought him close, alcohol stinging my nose. "You raped me, you hit me until I couldn't stand and you left me in the street to die, you little rat!" My grip tightened around his neck. He struggled to speak, but he was able to choke words out. "I-I'm sorr--" "My mother warned me about you, but I was too in love to think anything of you. You killed her too, didn't you? Because she knew about your case!" I couldn't stand it. I was loosing control.
I threw him against the wall, a yelp coming from Roy. He slid down it, falling unconscious. "Nephele.. I never loved you. But that Vera... she was something else." He smiled as he found my weakness. Those were his last words before I killed him too. Breaking his legs, then his fingers, one by one, then breaking his arms.
And then, to end his sorry life, I snapped his neck.
My nighttime nightmare » Vampire.
To make me happy, just add »
☑ Blood
☑ People who are concerned about her
☑ The night
☑ The moon and the stars
You really want to make me angry? »
☒ Loud and stupid people
☒ Alcohol
☒ Other vampires
☒ Herself, at times
I almost forgot! » She doesn't care for others, and even though she's not allowed to feed on people she still does. No one can stop her, not even Lydia. Unless she turned her to stone. Also, Nephele just needs some guiding. Shes like a lost puppy, and just needs someone to get her back on her feet.
The one who gave me life » Wuffen
