you'd be lying on the floor,
you'd be begging me please, please,
baby don't hurt me no more!
If looks could kill,
you'd be wreathing from the pain,
and you'd never lie again....
Lady Ashleigh Pandora, niece of the mighty Lord Pandorre, and only sole heir to the head of the convent.(Therefore, all male vampires in the convent want to sink their fangs into the young woman.)
Sharp eyes were surrounded by high cheek bones, soft pale lips, long black lashes, and ebony hair. Ashleigh, unlike the rest of clan believed in a bit more commitment, rather then the walking orgie that most vampires seemed to entertain, with multiple partners, everyday. Not to mention, she could really careless about the precious convent title. However, her appearance merely made the young males try that much harder. Ashleigh wasn't even heir by birthright, but by turning. She'd been turned long ago, and raised up as if she were simply one of the rest.
Given Ashleigh's feeling towards relations, Ashleigh was running into issues with the entire clan... She had to have someone as her lover and right hand before she took over, but what if she wasn't there to take over?
Love is on the line I ain't about to be kind,
that's a promise and a threat,
if I was you I'd better cool it,
or risk a night you'll never forget.
Thinking she was in love, and that the vampire lord she was consorting with was in love in return, and that she had a way of escaping the current imprisonment of the convent, Ashleigh fled into the dark one night.
It wasn't true she later discovered........
I was a fool to believe in you,
a sucker for every line,
I'm a little less blind,
than I was before,
I can see right through your disguise.
Walking in on what she thought was her lover, and his harem of women, she left that night, never to return.
Now lonely for many years passed, Ashleigh resided in the mountains, away from all civilizations, and chances of more heartache.
If looks could kill,
you'd be lying on the floor,
you'd be begging me please please,
darlin don't hurt me no more,
If looks could kill,
you'd be wreathin from the pain,
and you'd never lie again,
If looks could kill.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Posteth~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Walking outside her stone fortress for a home, snow blowing about in every direction, Ashleigh was merely taking a walk when she stumbled across a body half buried in the snow. At first she mistook it for a dead human before she realized it was merely a very injured and blood thirsty vampires. Completely unconscious, ashleigh considered leaving him out here to let the sun remedy his problems, however, she decided against it and lifted him up and started her walk back towards home, not liking the issues this man could cause her.
((( Your playing mister broken
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