Jun-23-2001 10:54 AM Message 152 of 245

Subject: Privacy [Belle]

From: cyberian_belle

Reply to: Iethro_Tullius [ Message 151 ]

The suddenness of it surprises Belle.

One moment, although not feeling particularly gregarious herself, she is in a convivial setting, surrounded by conversation and music. Now --- and it seems as if in the next instant --- she and Dahlia sit alone, in a room silent but for the crackling fire.

Belle shifts uncomfortably in her chair, her knees pressed together, her hands folded in her lap. She turns to face Dahlia, still on the small sofa, and smiles shakily.

"Well, here we are," Belle's voice sounds hoarse in her own ears. "Just us together by the fire, once again."

***

Jun-24-2001 2:57 AM Message 153 of 245

Subject: Relax already!

From: Vampiress_Dahlia

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 152 ]

~*Dahlia mentally groans at Belle's sudden discomfort. Would the girl ever be comfortable? She looks at Belle and smiles at her comment.*~

"Yes, back where we started."

~*She pats the seat next to her and waves her fingers.*~

"Why don't you come sit by me, we need to talk."

~*Belle rises uncertainly to her feet and timidly crosses over to the loveseat, then takes a seat and scoots as far away from herself as possible. Again, Dahlia issues an inward groan of frustration. She reaches over and hastily takes Belle's hand.*~

"Belle, you've seemed uncomfortable around me tonight. It worries me that you might not want to be here, and if that is the case...then you can leave right now and you will not hurt my feelings. But...if you choose to stay, I think you will enjoy yourself. I have wanted to get a chance to speak with you about something, but you have been so ill at ease lately and the timing has been off. You say you are sick of your life as it is and that it's boring and mundane and in fact you hate it. I can offer you a life you've never dreamed of, darling. But...you would have to remain here with me. I could show you things that would astound you, but you have to be willing and comfortable. I refuse to lead you down this path with you as uptight and rigid as you are now. Do you understand?"

~*Belle nods, her poor mind blown by the sudden intensity in Dahlia's gaze and in her words.*~

"Well, it is time to make a decision then. Will you stay, or will you leave me?"

***

Oct-26-2001 5:20 PM Message 154 of 245

Subject: Commitment [Belle]

From: cyberian_belle

Reply to: Vampiress_Dahlia [ Message 153 ]

Belle shudders involuntarily as Dahlia takes her hand, and goose bumps rise all over her body. None the less, she recognizes the exhilarating tingle as Dahlia's cool fingertips gently move across her right palm.

Although never quite admitting it herself, Belle has instinctively realized the inevitability of this moment --- and the choice she must make --- since Dahlia first told her about Natasha. She wonders if she knew that this day would come even before Dahlia did.

"You say you are sick of your life as it is and that it's boring and mundane and in fact you hate it," Dahlia states her final point. "I can offer you a life you've never dreamed of, darling. But... you would have to remain here with me. I could show you things that would astound you, but you have to be willing and comfortable. I refuse to lead you down this path with you as uptight and rigid as you are now. Do you understand?"

Belle nods, transfixed by Dahlia's gaze and the compelling tone of her voice. Belle suddenly remembers how comfortable and secure she felt in Dahlia's company at dinner the night before.

"Well, it is time to make a decision then," Dahlia declares. "Will you stay, or will you leave me?"

So it comes down to a simple answer. She knows what staying with Dahlia certainly implies. While Belle still finds it hard to believe that she will soon become intimate with another woman, the images from her dream of doing so with Dahlia excite her in a way that nothing she has done with Brad ever has. At the very least, the thought of being close to Dahlia, to hold her, to settle in her arms, even to kiss her, appeals to Belle. Is that why she never found herself able to surrender herself to Brad? Does she actually prefer women? Belle realizes she may soon find the answer to this question.

More importantly, Dahlia is right that Belle finds her life at school and with her family insufferable. She needs a change, and Dahlia offers a new path to follow, one that heads in a direction completely perpendicular to the road her parents had mapped out for her. For now, that was sufficient to convince Belle.

After all, she could always change her mind and return to her old life later. Her parents would not disown her. What did she have to lose but a mere semester of school?

Dahlia still holds Belle's right hand with her left. Belle turns herself to fully face her, and enfolds Dahlia's left hand in both of her own.

"Dahlia, you are so kind, and so intelligent, and you have already taught me so much," Belle starts out softly, then struggles to make her voice stronger. "And you are so... so... beautiful. I believe you truly can show me an astounding world, and I want to see it, to live it, to be part of it." Belle allows herself a contented sigh. She suddenly smiles broadly, and confidence fills her voice as she concludes, "I can think of nothing that would make me happier than to stay here in this lovely home with you, my dear Dahlia!"

***

Jun-26-2001 5:30 PM Message 155 of 245

Subject: Destiny.

From: Vampiress_Dahlia

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 154 ]

~*Dahlia smiles and squeezes Belle's hand in her own. She knows that Belle thinks that she is propositioning her, suggesting an alternate lesbian lifestyle to replace her mundane existance. In truth, that was part of it. But oh the shock the poor girl was about to recieve...*~

"Belle, I am not merely talking about sex here. If and when you decide you are ready, I am more than willing to assist you there..."

~*Dahlia smiles wickedly.*~

"But, what I am about to give you is far more important than sex, friendship, or even love. I am going to Embrace you...make you what I am. What I am about to tell you will most likely shock you or even repell you...or cause you to think I'm completely insane."

~*She laughs slightly.*~

"You have noticed that I will only visit you, or have you visit me during the evening? And that my skin is cool? That I rarely ever eat?"

~*Belle nods, more than slightly confused.*~

"I am a vampire, Belle. And I would like to make you one as well."

***

Jun-27-2001 9:15 AM Message 156 of 245

Subject: Measured Patience [Guillaume].

From: Anborn

Reply to: Vampiress_Dahlia [ Message 150 ]

Guillaume steps out of Dahlia's manor house and into the shifting moonlight shadows of the forest. Knowing of the Embrace his hostess would soon share with the lovely mortal girl had only exacerbated his hunger. He resisted the temptation to go hunting on his own; he did not yet know enough about the local geography and populations to do so safely. He always tried to feed from the marginal and forgotten members of any community, so that the authorities took little notice of their death or disappearance.

Dahlia had promised they would hunt together once she had drained Belle. Guillaume leaned against a nearby tree to relax as best he could while he waited. He had spent two centuries without the company of another Kindred during the hunt. He could wait a short while more.

***

Jun-27-2001 2:47 PM Message 157 of 245

Subject: Setting the Stage.

From: Iethro_Tullius

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 156 ]

Ian exits the mansion a few moments after Guillaume. He stops on the stoop and, leaving his instruments in his bag, starts to sing a slow, elegiac tune, almost a chant.

~~~

In long years of ancient time,

stood alone a friend of mine.

Reflected by the ever-burning sign

of a god who happened by.

And in the dawn, there came the song

of some sweet lady singing in his ear.

Your god has gone, and from now on,

you'll have to learn to hate

the things you fear.

We want to know, are we inside the womb

of passion plays, and by righteousness consumed?

Or just in lush contentment of our souls?

And so began the age of man.

They left his body in the sand.

Their glasses raised to a god on high

who smiled upon them from the sky.

So take the stage. Spin down the ages.

Loose the passion.

Spill the rage upon your son

who holds the gun up to your head ---

the play's begun.

~~~

***

Oct-26-2001 5:23 PM Message 158 of 245

Subject: Strange Metaphors [Belle]

From: cyberian_belle

Reply to: Vampiress_Dahlia [ Message 155 ]

"I am a vampire, Belle," Dahlia says gravely. "And I would like to make you one as well."

Belle instinctively pulls her hands away, then blushes in embarrassment. She forces a laugh. "You have an interesting sense of humor, Dahlia."

Belle cocks her head, deeply in thought for a moment before continuing. "But I suppose it is an apt metaphor. Even in today's supposedly tolerant world, you still must feel you either have to hide who you really are, or else be shunned by much of society."

Belle pauses a moment, then sighs in the contentment of having reached and accepted a difficult decision. "But don't worry about me, Dahlia. I have fully considered the consequences of staying with you, and I am ready to accept them."

Belle reaches out and again takes Dahlia's left hand in both of her own. Belle shivers. She had never really noticed before just how unusually cool Dahlia's skin always feels.

***

Jun-28-2001 12:22 AM Message 159 of 245

Subject: Understanding.

From: Vampiress_Dahlia

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 158 ]

~*Dahlia blinks in surprise at Belle's response. She hadn't been repelled, fearful or even in denial. She had simply passed Dahlia's admission off as a metaphor. She smiles at Belle's confession about "accepting the circumstances".*~

"Do you really? I don't think you know all of what you are accepting. And since you won't listen, I think a demonstration may be in order."

~*Letting go of Belle's hand, she stands and walks over to the other side of the coffee table. She notices the confusion that wrinkles Belle's brow. Bending down, she retrieves a knife used for spreading the untouched caviar and then proceedes to roll up her left sleeve. Belle's eyes grow wider with each movement and when Dahlia finally positions the knife over her wrist, she leaps up from her seat.*~

"Dahlia! No! Please, attempting suicide won't convince me of anything. Put the knife down..."

~*Dahlia quirks an eyebrow and gives a sexy sly little grin.*~

"Won't it?"

~*She then slides the knife across one bright blue vein. Black blood comes spurting out and splashes onto the floor and coffee table. Belle screams and rushes over to her side to take the knife away. Dahlia grabs her forearm and twists it just enough to immobilize her. Belle cries out in slight pain, but she ignores it.*~

"Watch." she says simply.

~*Belle's eyes transfix onto Dahlia's wrist and widen as she seens the rent skin beginning to knit itself back together. Within minutes it is completely mended. Dahlia gently shakes her once it is over.*~

"You see, Belle. I AM a vampire. And quite soon, you will be one too."

~*Dahlia bends over and takes Belle's lips with her own, gently kissing her before pulling away to gaze into her eyes.*~

***

Feb-21-2002 5:38 PM Message 160 of 245

Subject: Realizations [Belle]

From: cyberian_belle

Reply to: Vampiress_Dahlia [ Message 159 ]

Belle stands motionless, returning Dahlia's gaze with wide eyes, but the rest of her face remains disturbingly expressionless as she tries to comprehend the successive surprises and shocks of the past few moments. Belle cannot deny the evidence of her own eyes. The unnaturally rapid way in which the gash on Dahlia's left wrist mended itself confirms her claim. Belle glances down and even in the dim firelight clearly sees that now not even a scar remains.

Growing up, Belle had often imagined she lived in a storybook world filled with supernatural beings: ghosts, witches, faeries and, yes, even vampires. But as far back as she can remember, she recognized such stories as fantasies, mere diversions from the ordinary world. Nevertheless, these childhood dreams, together with the trust and affection she has developed for Dahlia, make it easier for her to accept this new revelation about reality without fear.

Belle sighs softly. So vampires really do exist, and who knows what other magical wonders as well! It seems hardly possible, but Dahlia is living proof. There is a whole other mystical world out there, Belle realizes, which is as real as... as real as... as Dahlia and her kiss. Belle closes her eyes. Her lips tingle as she recalls the thrill she felt when Dahlia's mouth pressed gently into hers.

Belle's breathing deepens, and she speaks in soft monotone. "I saw a movie once. In it, a vampire had decided to seduce a young woman... the hero's fianc. For several nights in a row, the vampire would sneak into her bedroom and drink blood from her neck. The men tried everything they could think of to stop him --- garlic, crosses, armed guards --- but the vampire always found a way to get to the girl. After each visit, the girl became more detached from the world, and increasingly fixated on things that related to the vampire himself.... There was another thing. It was an old movie, so they were not very explicit, but it was also clear that after each visit by the vampire, the woman became more and more... um... well, for lack of a better word: horny."

Belle blushes and opens her eyes. "Well, Dahlia, I guess it's no secret that you have become very important to me over these past few days. And I have to confess. Ever since I came up here, I have been getting more and more... uh, you know... um, horny...."

Dahlia's eyes flash, and Belle immediately recognizes the nature of her grin.

"Dahlia! What have you done to me?"

***

Jun-28-2001 11:35 PM Message 161 of 245

Subject: Dracula revisited.

From: Vampiress_Dahlia

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 160 ]

~*Dahlia smiles and sits strolls around to the bar area, pouring herself a bloodwyne and turns back to Belle.*~

"Relax, darling...I've only sipped from you twice. Just a taste, nothing more. I just couldn't help myself. All that sweet innocence begging to be harvested! And I know the story you're speaking of...Dracula. Based on the actual human Vlad Dracul, the Impaler. He was a morbid little mortal...always wanting to be a real vampire, but he was never more than a ghoul. A friend of mine, Theolidonius gave him his blood about once every few months or so so Vlad would be his slave and start the revolution that Theo himself craved. And when Vlad got too greedy, well...he was disposed of. You know that little zombie actually tried to get me into his bed. I cut off the finger he ran down my neck with a spade out in the garden..."

~*Dahlia chuckles.*~

"Oh, and I met Bram Stoker too...He was very interesting. I almost exposed myself and let him meet a real vampire. I would have loved to have Embraced him, but he was so old and feeble that my immortal blood would have been wasted. You see Belle, I am very, very ancient. I've been around for more than a handful of centuries, and plan on sticking around for many more. And I want you by my side..."

***

Jun-29-2001 2:31 PM Message 162 of 245

Subject: Immortal Seduction [Belle]

From: cyberian_belle

Reply to: Vampiress_Dahlia [ Message 161 ]

"You see Belle, I am very, very ancient. I've been around for more than a handful of centuries, and plan on sticking around for many more." Dahlia's voice turns especially smooth and low. Her gaze bores gently into Belle's eyes as she concludes, "And I want you by my side..."

Belle silently sighs as all remaining fear and suspicion melts away. The thought that she is wanted by anyone as extraordinary as Dahlia excites Belle. Belle realizes that the only times in her life that she ever feels such confidence and contentment are when she is with Dahlia. Now she can have this for centuries.

Centuries! Belle can hardly comprehend it. Dahlia looks no older than her late twenties, with a model's face and an athlete's body. Now Belle could share the coming centuries with Dahlia, enjoy her incomparable companionship while seeing the future only dreamed of in the science fiction novels Belle has always enjoyed.

Belle's breathing deepens and she feels her face flush. The stories tell of vampires having preternatural powers: hypnosis, telekinesis, even flight. For the first time in her pampered life, Belle feels something approaching avarice, but not for anything as base as money or material possessions, but for experiences. Dahlia has just offered her the epitome of the exciting, bohemian life Belle has always desired.

Belle lets her gaze wander down Dahlia's body, the low-cut, tight-bodiced dress doing more to accent her figure than hide it. It brings to mind the first new experience Dahlia has offered to her. The thought no longer discomfits Belle, but now attracts her by its hedonistic unorthodoxy.

Barely able to catch her breath, Belle steps forward and hesitantly sets her left hand on Dahlia's hip. She looks up at Dahlia, their faces mere inches apart. Belle swallows and brings her breathing under control enough to whisper, "I want to learn more."

***

Jul-1-2001 3:27 PM Message 163 of 245

Subject: A Song of the Times

From: Iethro_Tullius

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 156 ]

In the woods outside Dahlia's mansion, Ian walks over to where Guillaume stands leaning against a tree. Ian pulls the flute from his haversack.

"I don't know how well you've kept abreast of things during your seclusion," Ian begins with a twinkle in his eyes. "But I assure you it is as true as ever that, as is said, the more things change, the more they stay the same."

Raising the flute to his lips, Ian plays the hauntingly somber introduction to a ballad.

~~~

The poacher and his daughter throw soft shadows on the water in the night.

A thin moon slips behind them as they pull the net with no betraying light.

And later on the coast road, I meet them and the old man winks a smile.

And who am I to fast deny the right to take a fish once in a while?

I walk with them, they wish me luck when I ship out on the Sunday from the kyle.

And from the church I hear them singing as the ship moves sadly from the pier.

Oh, poacher's daughter, Sunday best, two hundred brave souls share the farewell tear.

There's a house on the hillside, where the drifting sands are born.

Lay down and let the slow tide wash me back to the land where I came from.

Where the mountain men are kings and the sound of the piper counts for everything.

Did my tour, did my duty. I did all they asked of me.

Died in the trenches and at El Alamein; died in the Falklands on T.V.

Going back to the mountain kings where the sound of the piper counts for everything.

Long generations from the Isles

sent to tread the foreign miles

where the spiral ages meet.

Felt naked dust beneath their feet.

Future sun called winds to blow

and the past and present hard-eyed crow

flew hunting high and circling low over blackened plains of Eden.

There's a child and a woman praying for an end to the mystery.

Hoping for a word in a letter fair wind-blown from across the sea

to where the mountain men are kings and the sound of the piper counts for eveything.

There's a house on the hillside, where the drifting sands are born.

Lay down and let the slow tide wash me back to the land where I came from.

Where the mountain men are kings and the sound of the piper counts for everything.

Where the real mountain men are kings

and the sound of the piper counts for everything.

Feel the naked dust beneath my toes

while the future sun calls winds to blow

and the past and present black-eyed crow

flies hunting high and circling low

between dream mountains of our Eden.

~~~

***

Jul-1-2001 4:13 PM Message 164 of 245

Subject: Give the teacher an apple...

From: Vampiress_Dahlia

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 162 ]

~*Dahlia chuckles at Belle's brave action.*~

"So bold now, my dear?"

~*Belle also laughs and Dahlia places her hand on top of Belle's on her hip.*~

"So be it. Are you ready?"

~*Belle nods and Dahlia smiles, her fangs hidden as not to scare her off. She dips her head and gently kisses her lips again, then deepens the kiss into one of seduction. She lightly runs her tongue along Belle's lower lip and Belle's answering moan drives her onward. She trails her lips down Belle's neck to settle on her pulse point, while running her hands down Belle's shoulders, letting one settle upon her breast. She gently strokes her thumb back and forth over Belle's hardening nipple until it draws to an excruciatingly sensitive peak. Belle gasps and holds onto Dahlia tighter, her eyes closed and her head thrown back in delight. Dahlia then leads her other hand down Belle's waist and leg, then up her skirt and inner thigh...stopping only a centimeter from the apex of her thighs. Belle makes a small whimper to show that she is displeased.*~

"Now don't pout..." Dahlia says, her voice ringing with husky sarcasm.

~*Returning her lips to Belle's neck, Dahlia takes a deep breath and moves her hand up farther, pressing gently upon the place that Belle craved most and at the same time slipping her fangs into Belle's neck and breaking the artery there. Belle screams against both the intense orgasm and the slight prick of pain. And Dahlia moans against the delicious flow of sweet coppery essence flowing into her mouth...*~

***

Jul-2-2001 8:54 AM Message 165 of 245

Subject: Husbandry [Guillaume].

From: Anborn

Reply to: Iethro_Tullius [ Message 163 ]

Guillaume nods in appreciation at Ian's tune.

"Yes," Guillaume says. "I am well aware of the nature of Humanity's wars during this past Century. That is one of the reasons I left my seclusion. I need not explain to you the symbiosis with humans on which the Kindred --- and so many others, yourself included, my friend --- depend. I believe it may be time for the Immortal races to again take a more aggressive hand in culling mankind, before it completely destroys itself."

Guillaume starts at the sound of Belle's scream from the manor house. He vaguely senses the emotions of the two women inside. He smiles and looks pointedly at Ian. "It's happening now."

***

Jul-4-2001 2:03 AM Message 166 of 245

Subject: Fire & Ice [Belle]

From: cyberian_belle

Reply to: Vampiress_Dahlia [ Message 164 ]

FIRE. Hot ecstacy courses through Belle from where Dahlia's fangs have pierced her jugular, just as Belle's own life-blood flows into Dahlia.

ICE. Belle's whole body trembles with keen delight as Dahlia's fingers press roughly upon, then gently stroke across, Belle's most sensitive and private places. The cool skin of Dahlia's hand provides an exhilarating contrast to Belle's desperate heat.

Belle's hands slide down from the small of Dahlia's back. Her fingertips sink into the firm flesh of Dahlia's buttocks, pulling Dahlia's hips forward, causing Dahlia's left leg to slip between Belle's parted legs. Belle thrusts herself against Dahlia's left thigh, trapping Dahlia's hand between them, and forcing it more firmly into Belle's most receptive flesh.

Belle groans loudly and her head lolls. She has become lightheaded, both from blood-loss and from the pulsating pleasure from her gashed throat and fevered loins.

For the same two reasons, Belle's breathing has become ragged and quick. Her left cheek comes to rest on Dahlia's right shoulder, her lips a few inches from Dahlia's ear as Dahlia continues to drink from the wound in Belle's neck.

Belle feels her consciousness slipping away. She knows her inevitable fate. "Dahlia... Dahlia," Belle gasps. "Dahlia.... Feel... how I give... myself to you.... Oh... Dahlia... I am now... yours... completely.... I am... yours...."

Belle collapses limply against Dahlia. Only Dahlia's embrace keeps Belle's lifeless body from falling to the floor.

***

Jul-6-2001 8:46 AM Message 167 of 245

Subject: Sentience [Guillaume].

From: Anborn

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 166 ]

Guillaume can just barely sense Dahlia and Belle's emotions, right at the edge of his empathic perception, like straining to hear distant wind-chimes on a cool breeze, or recognizing the fading scent of perfume long after the lady has left the room. For a moment, the feelings grow remarkably intense. Then, in the next instant, he perceives Dahlia alone.

Guillaume sighs contentedly, then turns to Ian. "The deed is done."

***

Jul-14-2001 4:51 PM Message 168 of 245

Subject: Wilting rose.

From: Vampiress_Dahlia

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 166 ]

~*Dahlia withdrawls her fangs from Belle's neck, having drained her to less than a pint of blood. She supports her in her arms as she faints, her words echoing in her mind.*~

"I am now your's completely..." she had said.

~*Dahlia lifts Belle effortlessly into her arms and lies her down upon the loveseat, kneeling beside it. She lifts a hand to Belle's cheek and pats it softly.*~

"Belle, you must wake up right now...or you will die. We are not through yet."

~*Belle's eyelids flutter but do not open, a slight groan issuing from her lips.*~

"I know you are sleepy, darling, but you must wake up. You musn't go to sleep, or you will remain asleep forever."

~*Belle's eyes finally crack open a bit and Dahlia smiles.*~

"When I hold my wrist to your mouth, I want you to drink my blood. Do not be afraid of hurting or killing me...drink deeply, do you understand?"

~*Belle nods, her strength ebbing away from her. Dahlia takes hold of the same caviar knife as before and makes a clean, short, deep line down her wrist. She quickly holds it to Belle's mouth, pressing her flesh against her lips...*~

"Drink!"

***

Jul-16-2001 2:43 PM Message 169 of 245

Subject: Coronach.

From: Iethro_Tullius

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 167 ]

"The deed is done," announced Guillaume. Ian sighed, and softly began to sing in his sweetest voice.

~~~

Well, I saw a bird today --- flying from a bush and the

wind blew it away.

And the black-eyed mother sun scorched the butterfly

at play --- velvet winged.

I saw it burn.

With a wintry storm-blown sigh, a silver cloud blew

right on by.

And, taking in the morning, I sang --- O Requiem.

Well, my lady told me, ``Stay.''

I looked aside and walked away along the Strand.

But I didn't say a word, as the train time-table blurred

close behind the taxi stand.

Saw her face in the tear-drop black cab window.

Fading in the traffic; watched her go.

And taking in the morning, heard myself singing ---

O Requiem.

Here I go again.

It's the same old story.

Well, I saw a bird today --- I looked aside and walked

away along the Strand.

~~~

***

Oct-26-2001 3:52 PM Message 170 of 245

Subject: More Morbid Dreams [Laura]

From: Laura_Junius

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 166 ]

Laura wakes with a sob. For a third night, she has had a nightmare about her best friend, Belinda Phillips, whom she, like everyone else, calls "Belle." This dream, however, was far simpler than the other two she has had on this trip. In it, she simply found Belle lying cold in a coffin.

Laura sniffles and realizes she has been crying, despite the fact that she knows Belle's death was only a dream. She glances over to the other bed and tries to see in the darkness whether Tricia, the woman with whom she shares the beachfront hotel room, is still asleep. Although she thinks of her as a friend, they really are not that close. They are not much more than neighbors in the dorm back at school. When Belle told her she would not be going to Daytona for Spring Break this year, Laura had asked Tricia along to help share expenses. Laura does not know how she could now explain her midnight tears.

***

Jul-18-2001 12:10 PM Message 171 of 245

Subject: Symbiosis [Belle]

From: cyberian_belle

Reply to: Vampiress_Dahlia [ Message 168 ]

"DRINK!"

Dahlia's final, distant-sounding command coincides with the first drop of her blood splashing onto Belle's tongue. Belle groans at the sharp metallic taste, with its sweet undertones reminiscent of the finely crafted White Riesling her mother often buys by the case from one of the boutique vineyards within a lazy afternoon's drive of their summer house.

With her fading strength, Belle manages to grasp Dahlia's extended arm and press Dahlia's slit wrist tightly against her open mouth. As more blood trickles down her throat, Belle instinctively begins to suck at the wound, increasing the flow of the thick red liquid from which Belle must now draw sustenance, or else perish.

"I am now yours completely..." she had pledged to Dahlia, in complete truthfulness. Nonetheless, despite her marginal consciousness, Belle retains just enough awareness to sigh with appreciation at the realization that with what she has now ingested, part of Dahlia will evermore belong to her as well.

***

Jul-24-2001 3:17 PM Message 172 of 245

Subject: The hunt.

From: Vampiress_Dahlia

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 171 ]

~*Dahlia winces as Belle suckles her wrist. There is pain, but also pleasure in feeling her lips upon her open wound. Belle grows more insistant as she drinks, gulping deeply. Dahlia pulls her wrist away with effort. Belle wimpers at the loss.*~

"Shhh, now that's enough." she says. "You rest now. I will be back soon."

~*Belle instantly drifts into a deep sleep from her exertions and Dahlia stands, her wrist already healed. She walks to the door, opening it quietly, and slipping out to join Guillaume. She finds him standing next to Ian by a nearby tree.*~

"Let's go..." she commands quietly, seeing the excited flash in his eyes.

"Oh, and I lied. I will drink again tonight. Belle is quite a hungry little thing and drank more than I had anticipated."

~*Dahlia and Guillaume's wicked chuckles mingle in the night as they walk together towards town, turning to bid Ian goodbye...*~

***

Jul-25-2001 5:39 PM Message 173 of 245

Subject: Deft Hunters.

From: Iethro_Tullius

Reply to: Iethro_Tullius [ Message 137 ]

Ian bows slightly as Dahlia and Guillaume bid him adieu. They slip silently into the shadows, until they are invisible even to Ian's keen sight and silent to his acute hearing. Earlier this evening, Ian had compared Dahlia to a cat because of the way she toyed with Belle. Now, watching the Vampires move out together to hunt, the feline impression returns, even stronger than before.

Naturally, it brings to Ian's mind a song.

~~~

Hey little buddies:

soft and silky night walkers.

Dangerous species -

Tiptoe menace long grass stalkers

on my bed:

no butter melting in your jaws.

Bonding monster -

Lethal weapon wearing claws.

Let's go out to hunt by numbers.

Tabby, spotted, black as coal -

Serval, Margy, Caracal.

Moggie in the moonlight listens:

whiskered sensory miracle.

Felis, befriend us -

Egyptian Mau - Freya's familiar.

Long in the future -

Cloned disciples, the castle guard.

Now, let's go out and hunt by numbers

Hey little buddies:

soft and silky night walkers.

Dangerous species -

Tiptoe menace long grass stalkers

on my bed:

no butter melting in your jaws.

Bonding monster -

Lethal weapon wearing claws.

Let's go out to hunt by numbers.

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