Status: Open

I found myself standing on the wide, well lit steps to the mansion where I had been invited, suddenly, to stay. An unsettling quiet surrounded the area, even my footsteps felt muffled beneath the worn soles of my favourite pair of riding boots, as I exited the taxi cab and tried to calm my racing heart. Steeling myself against the chilly air, I pulled the grey tweed jacket I'd purchased at the airport, tighter around my waist (though it did nothing for keeping my bare legs warm under the skirt I was wearing) and quickly skipped up the three steps to the large double hung oak doors.

When following up my family tree, I had not expected such a lengthy or quick reply from the mysterious man whom I had traced through my grandfather’s line back to the old world. His invitation to fly out and see first hand the family archives was almost too good to be true, and something of a carrot dangled in front of me.

I had more than the family history to drive my reason for being here. A month ago my sister, ten years my younger, had come down with a mysterious illness the doctors couldn’t identify. The best guess they had was a rare blood disorder that caused one to become listless and suffer chronic fatigue. Kate had all but stopped eating, or drinking, though occasionally craved red meat which she consumed with vigor though it never seemed to satisfy her for long.

I had come across mention in an old journal I’d located from a distant relative, speaking about my great-great-great-grandfather Victor, and how he had come down with a similar condition. I was hoping to speak to this newly discovered relative about Victor, who was also their great-great-great-something and see if they had any further information in their family archives, which they had spoken of at length.

I’d never dreamed I would be standing on the man’s doorstep.

Neither had my fiancee, who said I was being rash. We’d fought over it, and I’d purchased a ticket the next morning on a gut feeling that here, right here, was where I was going to get answers to help save my sister. I’d left without saying another word.

The weather was cold. I had packed, completely unprepared for the early onset of Autumn - halfway around the world, we were coming into Summer, and in my hurry, I’d only packed a few dresses, and one pair of jeans. The sun was starting to sink below the horizon, casting a deep purple hue across the immaculately tended gardens, and I shivered subconsciously at the change of temperature in the air.

Okay, I said sternly to myself, time to do this.

Smoothing back the short, dark strands of hair that had blown in my face, I took a deep breath and rapped three times using the door knocker, listening as the deep sound emanated from the heavy set door and echoed into the building. In what seemed no time at all a tall, wiry looking man opened the left side of the double doors, dressed in a black suit and bow-tie. He paused, looking down at me.

“Good evening,” I started only to have a hand held up to silence me.

“You are expected, Ms. Beauchamp,” he said, stepping back to open the door wide enough for me to enter. I raised an eyebrow at the monotone voice, but gratefully hurried inside out of the clutches of the sharp, cold wind. Glancing around my new surroundings, I took in the decadent marble flooring, the French chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling. A sweeping staircase ahead of me, leading up to a landing and the second floor of the building.

“Follow me, if you please,” the man said, turning on his heel after closing the door. He strode past an open archway which revealed a dining table large enough to seat a dozen visitors, and down the hall which grew darker with every step. By the time we’d reached what appeared to be a library or study, I was starting to wonder if the house had electricity. Candles burned in cast iron brackets on the walls, and there didn’t seem to be a single light fitting anywhere to be seen.

Pushing the door inward to the library, I was ushered into the darkened room, lit only by a fireplace. Silhouetted in the shadows against the ornate mahogany mantle was a man.

“Ms Beauchamp, M’Lord,” said the painfully undemonstrative employee, who upon his announcement, clicked his heels together before turning and removing himself from the room, the door pulled closed behind him. I swallowed nervously, looking around the room, and found myself playing with the ends of my hair, waiting for this mysterious man to move, or speak, anything to indicate he had heard my introduction.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the dark figure moved with a grace and litheness not often seen where I was from. His piercing gaze cut through the darkness, catching my own, and then suddenly he was standing before me, drawing my hand to his lips. I frowned at the jet lag that had caused me to miss the steps in between him standing at the fireplace, and then holding my hand, instead my focus was drawn solely to the soft lips now brushing across my knuckles.

“My lady, good of you to come all this way, I have so longed to meet you,” he said.

So this is a Vampire Role Play. The basic premise I’d like to see played out is my character is seeking to further research her family geneology to maybe come up with answers as to what is wrong with her sister - she’s hoping there’s something in your library that can help. You character will be the vampire, who has recently decided he wants to meet with my character following her letter enquiring about her distant grandfather (maybe it’s you!), and you have invited her to your home to discover more.

I’d like to see you seduce her, and I don’t want it to be quick. I like the tease, and the flirting, and the escalation to something more. I’d also love to see some sleep play / dub-con if you’re up for it, because I feel like a vampire would push his advantage as much as he could without completely ignoring her consent. (Think those sexy dubious consent scenes from the Gary Oldman Dracula days)

You can read my DPP profile here for more about my likes and dislikes.

I’m looking for a more long-term role play that will flesh out the storyline as much as the erotic side of things. Character and story development is important as we explore this world together. First person is my preference, but if you have a strong aversion to it, I can switch. I love someone who takes the time to put some effort into their writing, and punctuation, grammar and spelling are major turn-ons, (don’t freak out, I’m not the grammar police, just do your best). I can be slow to reply at times, and fast at other times, it all depends on my schedule. I generally try to communicate if I’m going to have to take a break for whatever reason. I also prefer PM via Reddit for roleplay or switching to Google Docs - please don’t send me chats. Happy to use Discord to discuss plot etc. but I fail to see how it works for long-term RP.

I’m more of an old-fashioned vampire girl - so Anne Rice style of vampires is more me, not the glittery or enchanted ones that can go out in the sun. Glamour doesn't seem to work on Hannah, although maybe you have enough charm that you don’t need it? (grin) At any rate, have some fun with it, this is an idea I’ve had rattling around in my head for a while and finally decided to post.

If you think this is a prompt you’d like to play out, please send me a PM :) If I don’t get back to you right away, or if it’s a few hours/days/weeks past the initial post, still feel free to get in touch if you like - I'm in no hurry to settle on one RP, I have a pretty good idea what I'm looking for, and will wait for the right partner to appear.

Oh, and character appearance: Hannah is curvy, with long dark hair, striking green eyes, and pale skin. She's in her early-30s.