Nov-28-2001 9:47 PM Message 1 of 522

Subject: CRIMSON KISS: The Story Continues

From: cyberian_belle

Having brought Belle into the Kindred in the previous chapter -- and introduced her to a new and wonderful world -- a significant chapter in Dahlia's long life had come to a satisfying conclusion. This next chapter in Dahlia's marvelous life is entitled �The Story Continues.�

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Dec-3-2001 12:16 AM Message 4 of 522

Subject: the newest stranger (re-post and edited)

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 1 ]

christ almighty..why the hell did I leave again?"

::she muttered under her breath as she continued the longest walk she'd ever taken. That's right...walking...for miles. It was the last bus stop that she got off of, lugging her single suitcase with her. She had left the city the day before...perhaps out of anger, perhaps because she was burned out. The city had nothing else to offer a girl like her. She had seen it all, done it all, and yet felt so empty inside. She grew up in the city...that's all she knew, and now here she was in perhaps the most remote area in the land. She asked the bus driver what road this was, but he just shrugged and motioned with his head for her to get off the bus. And so she did...having walked about 4 miles from the stop, she sat down her suitcase and looked around. It was getting dark, and there were no motels in site...nothing really except some woods. She looked around and shrugged thinking it couldn't hurt to make a trek into the woods...perhaps she'll run into someone who might know where some lodging was for the night.::

"I swear...If I survive this trek, I will learn to keep my mouth shut and be a good girl."

::To whom she was talking to was unclear, but she picked up her bag and made her

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Dec-3-2001 1:36 PM Message 5 of 522

Subject: A New Dusk [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 4 ]

Guillaume's eyes snap open when the doorbell rings. He does not feel entirely rested. The Sun must have only just set. Or perhaps the rapid and exhilarating events of the past few nights have worn him down.

He decides to linger in bed for a few moments longer. Briant will answer the door and care for Lady Dahlia's latest guest. Although curious who would share their revelry tonight, after centuries of relative solitude, Guillaume feels he can afford a few more moments of quiet relaxation.

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Dec-4-2001 7:11 PM Message 6 of 522

Subject: Another Beginning

From: Iethro_Tullius

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 4 ]

Like many other woodland creatures, Ian never sleeps for long stretches and -- although quite comfortable in daylight -- remains essentially nocturnal.

Thus, he is already awake and tuning his mandolin when the front door chime rings. He closes his eyes as if concentrating on some distant thought, then he sighs. Yet another lost soul has found her way to Dahlia's table, where all such as she ultimately belong, in one way or another.

Lifting his instruments, Ian walks to the parlor in time to see the butler, Briant, heading to the foyer to greet the visitor. Ian knows this bustle will have already roused the rest of the Kindred, and so begins a song to greet them.

~~~

Meanwhile back in the year One ---

when you belonged to no-one ---

you didn't stand a chance son,

if your pants were undone.

`Cause you were bred for humanity

and sold to society ---

one day you'll wake up

in the Present Day ---

a million generations

removed from expectations

of being who you really want to be.

Skating away ---

skating away ---

skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.

So as you push off from the shore,

won't you turn your head once more ---

and make your peace with everyone?

For those who choose to stay,

will live just one more day ---

to do the things they should have done.

And as you cross the wilderness,

spinning in your emptiness:

you feel you have to pray.

Looking for a sign

that the Universal Mind

has written you into the Passion Play.

Skating away ---

skating away ---

skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.

And as you cross the circle line,

the ice-wall creaks behind ---

you're a rabbit on the run.

And the silver splinters fly

in the corner of your eye ---

shining in the setting sun.

Well, do you ever get the feeling

that the story's too damn real

and in the present tense?

Or that everybody's on the stage,

and it seems like you're the only

person sitting in the audience?

Skating away ---

skating away ---

skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.

~~~

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Dec-6-2001 1:45 PM Message 7 of 522

Subject: No Alarm [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Iethro_Tullius [ Message 6 ]

Guillaume enters the parlor just as Ian finishes his song. He looks around and finds the room otherwise vacant.

"It appears the ladies are staying late abed," he observes with a salacious chuckle. "Not that I blame them, of course. Last night was extraordinarily eventful, and I trust their exertions continued well past the hour they retired."

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Dec-11-2001 4:50 AM Message 8 of 523

Subject: Road Trip to................(Tricia)

From: goddessT

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 1 ]

Curled up in the passenger seat of the rental car that she and Laura managed to get, Tricia thinks over the last several hours. Watching Laura dress had been a treat and a torture. Checking out of the hotel had been easy. Sitting in the car taking turns driving and keeping her eyes on the road had been harder. Every move Laura made, every word she had to say seemed extremely facinating. When they would stop to stretch their legs or get food Tricia took every chance to brush up against Laura. As Tricia flexed her arm on the back of the seat she managed to brush her fingers along

Laura' s neck and heard her sigh and say " Have a nice rest Sleepy Head?"

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Dec-12-2001 10:45 PM Message 9 of 523

Subject: Renaissance [Belladonna]

From: cyberian_belle

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 1 ]

The new vampiress, Belladonna -- known until the previous evening by her mortal name, Belinda Christine Phillips -- snuggles against her sleeping Kindred lover, the Lady Dahlia. Belladonna surrenders to a ragged breathy sigh as she allows her attuned, immortal senses to relish the feel of their naked bodies beneath scarlet satin sheets. Leaving her head where it rests on Dahlia's shoulder, Belladonna closes her eyes and sighs again, this time in simple contentment.

She finally understands all that has happened over this past week: her first, anonymous encounter with Dahlia on a dark and rain-soaked roadside; her amplifying libido culminating in inadvertent release at her first dinner with Dahlia; and her unrelenting attraction not only to Dahlia herself, but also to her home and lifestyle. Dahlia did not simply rescued "Belle" from an automotive breakdown that first night, she had saved "Belladonna" from a life to which she could never belong.

Indeed, Belladonna now understands why she had never found satisfaction in her prior life, despite its wealth and opportunities. Her soul longed for something no mortal could ever obtain, something only possible with a Kindred's power and immortality. Dahlia has given that to her, and she again hugs her companion tightly, purring with appreciation.

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Dec-12-2001 11:04 PM Message 10 of 523

Subject: Lost souls.

From: Vampiress_Dahlia

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 9 ]

~*Dahlia had been awake for longer than her seemingly sleeping form belayed. She kept her eyes shuttered, reaching out with her senses. A new presense was getting closer, and Dahlia knew the moment the lost soul had arrived. She knew Briant would immediately be awakened by the knock and sent him telepathic thanks. She could feel his smile in her mind and broke off the connection. She sighs as she stretches her long limbs, feeling Guillaume's wakefulness and Ian's alert conscious. She heard the first strains of Ian's song and felt Belle curl into her. She knew that all these souls had been drawn to her for a reason. She knew all or part of the reason for most of them...but Ian was still a mystery to her. Such sadness in him. Shifting slightly from unease, she frowns. She felt something...strange. It was different and it was approaching fast. She had no doubt that this...thing would be here soon. Whatever it was though, she had no doubt she could handle. She was also just as sure that she would not like it.*~

~*Turning in Belle's arms she opens her eyes and gazes down at the beauty beneath her. She gently kisses her forehead and smiles*~

"Good morning, lover." she purrs.

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Dec-13-2001 11:23 PM Message 11 of 523

Subject: A Selfish Offer [Belladonna]

From: cyberian_belle

Reply to: Vampiress_Dahlia [ Message 10 ]

Belladonna opens her eyes as Dahlia stirs in her arms, lowering her lips to Belladonna's forehead.

"Good morning, lover," Dahlia whispers sultrily.

"Morning?" Belladonna chuckles gaily, in part from the joy of hearing Dahlia refer to her in the most intimate of terms. "The sun just set. I guess I have a whole new world-view to learn."

Dahlia simply nods in agreement, as the opening lyrics of Ian's first song drift down the hall and through the closed door.

"My guests are awake," Dahlia observes as the music ends. "And I heard the doorbell earlier as well."

"You sound a little disquieted by that." Belladonna's surprise is evident at the suddenly noticeable strain in her companion's voice, and the knots in her well-toned muscles. She lets her hands wander to some of those places she has already discovered Dahlia especially likes having touched, while gently kissing the side of her neck. "I don't know why you're tense all of the sudden, but if you think your guests can wait a while longer, I would be more than happy -- thrilled, in fact -- to relieve some of your tension."

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Dec-17-2001 10:43 PM Message 12 of 523

Subject: An entrance

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 11 ]

::Her emerald gaze moves back and forth about the outside of the house...up the side looking for any signs of life. A light in a window, perhaps a shadow would make her feel more comfortable right now. It has been a few minutes and she wonders if perhaps she has interrupted a sumptuous dinner or even if the people who might occupy this old mansion are so old they've retired for the night? She looks around and knows the house is occupied as the landscaping is well manicured and not a cobweb is visible as the setting sun now retires behind the horizon. As suddenly as she thinks of moving on and finding a place in the woods, the door opens before her. A lone figure stands silouetted against the dim roar of a fire in the background. He wears the formal attire of a butler, and stands before her merely looking sternly at her::

::Her voice is almost timid to the man as he pierces her very soul with his icy gaze::

"Uhm...I'm uh...sorry...for the interruption. I hope I haven't interrupted dinner for the...uh...occupants. I've been wandering and I'm looking for a place to stay for the night. Is there lodging here? Or...well...do you know of any motels around here?"

::Her look portrays that of a lost child, although her innocence is far from that of being angelic. The mischieviousness in her eyes is quite apparent, as is her lost demeanor in the woods. The butler reluctantly opens the door further and gestures her to follow him into the foyer. Not a word is spoken by him, but she instinctively follows him in, as if the gestures are enough::

"I do have money...I can pay for a room here."

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Dec-18-2001 2:02 PM Message 13 of 523

Subject: Pleasantries [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 12 ]

Guillaume catches the scent of mortal blood before he hears the woman's sweet voice.

"I do have money," she says to the back of Briant's head as the butler leads her into the parlor. "I can pay for a room here."

Briant rolls his eyes as he steps aside to allow her into the room. "Gentlemen, we have a visitor," he announces wearily, then bows stiffly and exits.

Guillaume comes forward. "Welcome, young lady," he intones majestically with the full richness of his aristocratic British accent. He takes her hand and bends to kiss it, brushing it lightly with his lips. She withdraws it uneasily. "I am Sir Guillaume FitzHenry. That mangy chap with the flute is... You can call him Ian."

The musician bows with a silent flourish.

"Thank you for letting me into your home at this hour," the girl replies. "I...."

"Oh, it is not our home, my dear. It belongs to a fair lady named Dahlia. And you need not worry about paying for a room. Dahlia is a most generous hostess." Guillaume chuckles. "She will likely decide to have you for dinner."

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Dec-18-2001 6:26 PM Message 14 of 523

Subject: An uneasy feeling

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 13 ]

::As she withdraws her hand she steps back away from Guillaume and looks around at their lavish surroundings. 'My god', she thinks to herself, 'I've never seen such riches'. She shakes her head and nods politely to Ian then turns her gaze back to Guillaume.::

"I'm sorry...Dahlia you say? She owns this place?"

::She can't help but laugh at what seems to be a riduculously large house and the antique possessions within it.::

"Is this Dahlia like a hundred years old or something?"

::She bites her lip with a mischievious grin...she knows she shouldn't blurt things out like that, but she just can't help it sometimes. After a long pause and what seems to be a rather hostile glare from Guillaume she offers up an apology::

"I'm sorry...I shouldn't say those things. I'm just not used to accomodations quite like this."

::Again she looks at Guillaume...her gaze is that of curiousity with a hint of trepidation. She is not quite sure about him. There is something about him that is quite frightening, yet extremely inviting. She's felt this before...somewhere in the city. She can't quite put her finger on it though. She looks him up and down and thinks maybe it's just her...maybe she's seen him in the city before. She shrugs it off and continues their conversation::

"I hope I haven't put anyone out by asking for a room for the night."

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Dec-19-2001 1:50 PM Message 15 of 523

Subject: New Meets Old [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 14 ]

"Is this Dahlia like a hundred years old or something?" the mortal girl asks impertinently.

The insight this suggests shocks Guillaume, and he examines her suspiciously. There are a handful of mortals who know the truth about the Kindred, a few of whom actually dare to challenge them. But Dahlia's manor is a reputed haven from such concerns.

Before he can formulate a reply, the girl explains further. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't say those things. I'm just not used to accommodation quite like this."

Guillaume follows her gaze around the room, filled with the countless antiques collected by Dahlia during her many millennia of existence. He realizes with relief that rather than some special knowledge, the question reveals the girl's provincial background. Few citizens of the New World have enjoyed the reverent luxury of living in and among the artefacts of living history.

She speaks again, rousing Guillaume from his musings. "I hope I haven't put anyone out by asking for a room for the night."

"No, Dahlia is not one hundred years old... not even close," Guillaume smiles at his private joke. "And don't worry about inconveniencing her. I understand she is quite in the habit of taking in strays."

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Dec-19-2001 6:52 PM Message 16 of 523

Subject: Eager to please.

From: Vampiress_Dahlia

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 11 ]

~*Dahlia sighs as Belle's lips tease her neck. She closes her eyes and thinks back to her earlier statement.*~

'You sound a little disquieted by that.' she'd said.

~*She smiles at Belle's insight. Pulling away from her, Dahlia looks at her sleep-freshened face. She lets tenderness fill her gaze and gently kisses her palm.*~

"Yes, but what has me so...tense, as you put it, is not what's just arrived, but what is yet to arrive." she says softly.

~*Belle frowns and tilts her head to the side, her brow wrinkling with an unspoken query.*~

"It's no matter. Nothing can harm us here. It's just...I have a feeling..." she trails off, frowning and casting her eyes down to the mattress.

~*Dahlia shakes her head slightly, coming out of her stupor and smiles wickedly, her eyes twinkling at her lover. She leans in and nuzzles Belle's earlobe.*~

"And as tempting as your offer sounds, we have a guest to greet. Human, by the smell of her."

~*Belle looks excited and amazed at once.*~

"You can tell what sex someone is by scent? I mean, I could recognize her as human, barely, from the blood scent. But, you..." Belle says eagerly.

"Shh, love. I'm much older than you are. My senses are razor sharp. Yours will develop over time." she soothes.

~*Slipping out of the bed, Dahlia walks in the nude over to the bureau and begins to sort out clothes for both herself and Belle. Selecting a crushed velvet gown in a deep amber with gold threading lining the bodice she tosses it the the equally nude Belle still lounging on the bed, admiring her lover's naked body. Pulling a royal violet satin gown from the bureau, Dahlia slips it over her head and deftly begins to work the laces of the corset back. She glances at Belle, smiling.*~

"Hurry, lover. We must be good hostesses to our houseguest."

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Dec-19-2001 11:40 PM Message 17 of 523

Subject: Wondering aloud

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Vampiress_Dahlia [ Message 16 ]

::She takes a swallow a little unsure of Guillaume and the language he speaks....it's not modern, not slang. Almost...too proper. She can tell that he is wondering about her as well. Who is she and how did she end up here. Why on earth would she be wandering through the woods? She is confident those questions will be answered over dinner::

"I don't mean to pry, but how does one go about collecting all this old stuff? I mean, you would have to travel the world for a long time to find stuff like this!"

::Her gaze moves beyond him and the bard traveling the walls, doors, floors and furniture. She also thinks of his words wondering exactly how many 'strays' are staying here::

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Dec-20-2001 2:05 PM Message 18 of 523

Subject: Old Meets New [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 17 ]

"I don't mean to pry, but how does one go about collecting all this old stuff?" the mortal girl asks. "I mean, you would have to travel the world for a long time to find stuff like this!"

Guillaume's eyes flash. "Oh, my dear, please forgive me for saying so, but the people of your country know so little of the true nature of the world. You seek only the quick, the easy, the disposable. There is a whole other existence rooted in the ancient, the traditional, the sublime. That is the source of all you see here."

He scrutinizes the woman. She is comely enough; indeed, exceptionally so. But her attire, her manner, her very attitude exhibits all the recent trends of the mortal world that Guillaume wants to do all he can to reverse. "And it seems another tradition on which your nation has grown particularly short is simple courtesy. We have shared our names with you, but you have not yet introduced yourself."

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Dec-20-2001 2:15 PM Message 19 of 523

Subject: An introduction is in order

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 18 ]

::Don't get her wrong...her admiration of all these antiques is genuine. She is quite jealous of all these relics...all she had was a 1 bedroom apartment filled with second hand furniture back in the city. It was livable. She has money...plenty of it...but it's so tied up in the courts right now, she has no idea if she'll ever see it. She snaps out of her enamoration of this room as he sideswipes her with introduction::

"Oh! How rude of me! I am Narcissa."

::She offers a sheepish grin to him. Her nature is a bit brash, but she certainly knows her manners. After all, as she was growing up, her nanny was quite a stickler for them::

"Most of my friends just call me Narci."

::Having stayed in one place in the room for too long, she moves a bit closer to Guillaume, not necessarily so worried about him now that the conversation has stepped up a bit. Her eyes wander once again, but this time to the tables and comfortable accomodations much closer to her::

"How many people exactly are staying here? Are you Dahlia's husband?"

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Dec-20-2001 7:22 PM Message 20 of 523

Subject: Inspiration

From: Iethro_Tullius

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 17 ]

Ian has been wondering what tune to play next. He finds his answer as much in Dahlia and Belladonna's absence, as he does in Narcissa and Guillaume's vocal musings.

~~~

Wond'ring aloud

how we feel today.

Last night sipped the sunset

my hands in her hair.

We are our own saviours

as we start both our hearts beating life

into each other.

Wond'ring aloud

will the years treat us well.

As she floats in the kitchen,

I'm tasting the smell

of toast as the butter runs.

Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed

and I shake my head.

And it's only the giving

that makes you what you are.

~~~

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Dec-20-2001 10:26 PM Message 21 of 523

Subject: Kismet [Belladonna]

From: cyberian_belle

Reply to: Vampiress_Dahlia [ Message 16 ]

Leaving her own gown where it lay for the moment, Belle pads barefoot and naked across the plush carpet to stand behind Dahlia. Rising on her toes to bring her lips close to Dahlia's left ear, Belle lets her breasts press against Dahlia's back. "Allow me," Belle whispers.

Gently moving Dahlia's hands aside, Belle completes the task of lacing up the corsetted bodice of Dahlia's dress -- firmly enough to enhance her already delightfully full cleavage, but not so tight as to let the boning mar Dahlia's fine ivory skin.

Belle then turns to the bed and slips into her own dress. She looks up to see Dahlia reviewing the abundant choice of shoes available to them. Belle feels the slight draft coming in around the closed bedroom door. She sniffs.

"The blood scent is stronger now," Belle notes. "The sweetness of the musk... That must be how you recognized it as female."

"That's part of it," Dahlia confirms. "But you cannot always depend upon that. There are other clues... subtleties you will only learn with time... that will allow you to sense much about humans from only their scent... or their voice... or even the slightest of movements."

"Why is she here?" Belle wonders aloud. "I know how I found you, and I think it was more than just coincidence that caused my car to break down so close to Crimson Kiss. I think it was fate.... But now why is this woman here? Tell me, Dahlia... Is it so common for your potential victims to walk right up and knock on your door?"

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Dec-21-2001 8:11 AM Message 22 of 523

Subject: Impending...

From: Vampiress_Dahlia

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 21 ]

~*Dahlia smiles as Belle laces her corset and turns to watch her dress. She converses with her until her last question, which draws a concerned wistfullness from the elder Kindred.*~

"No. That is why we are so secluded. This place is for only Kindred and other preternatural creatures to find by scent and sense alone. It's quite odd for a human to stray here out of coincidence..."

~*With that, Dahlia smiles warmly at Belle in rememberance of the 'fate' comment. Then, her features grow heavy again with the feeling of impending...what? Certainly not doom, but nothing good could come of the feeling growing in her gut. Belle glides over to her side, concerned.*~

"What is it? Please, tell me! I've never seen you look so...worried. Dahlia...?"

~*Dahlia shakes her head and puts a hand to her abdomen, hoping to ward off the uneasiness.*~

"No, it's just that...when your car broke down, I felt it. KNEW it deep within myself. I could sense you drawing near. And now...I can feel something coming. And this time it isn't good, Belle. It's...it's just...it's..."

~*She can't finish. It's what? Dangerous? Deadly? No, no, no! Nothing could inspire such feelings in her. She is ancient, powerful, as deadly as a pack of ravenous wolves, yet...this THING, whatever it was, worried her.*~

"Here dear, your shoes are the brown leather lace-ups, third from the end. Hurry, we must go meet our guest."

~*Dahlia quickly laces up her own black slim-heeled boots and watches Belle finish her own. Taking her lover's hand, she smiles and bends down to kiss her lips softly before leading her out of the room and down the corridor.*~

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Dec-21-2001 1:57 PM Message 23 of 523

Subject: You know what they say about curiosity [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 19 ]

"How many people exactly are staying here?" Narcissa asks. "Are you Dahlia's husband?"

"My, but you are a curious one!" Guillaume chuckles, trusting that his voice conveys both ways in which he means the statement. "And no, I certainly am not Dahlia's husband. She is, I dare say, a free spirit. I am known as a recluse. Such as us rarely marry."

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Dec-21-2001 7:28 PM Message 24 of 523

Subject: Meta-Seasonal Inspiration

From: Iethro_Tullius

Reply to: Iethro_Tullius [ Message 20 ]

As he finishes his second tune, Ian, as usual, finds that the inspiration for choices from his repertoire begin to come almost instinctively, as if guided by outside forces, many of which he cannot possibly apprehend. Thus, although not at all related to the season and locale of the events unfolding before him, something in Ian's musical soul insists that the time is right for this song...

~~~

Now is the solstice of the year.

Winter is the glad song that you hear.

Seven maids move in seven time.

Have the lads up ready in a line.

Ring out these bells.

Ring out, ring solstice bells.

Ring solstice bells.

Join together beneath the mistletoe,

By the holy oak whereon it grows.

Seven druids dance in seven time.

Sing the song the bells call, loudly chiming.

Ring out these bells.

Ring out, ring solstice bells.

Ring solstice bells.

Praise be to the distant sister sun,

Joyful as the silver planets run.

Seven maids move in seven time.

Sing the song the bells call, loudly chiming.

Ring out those bells.

Ring out, ring solstice bells.

Ring solstice bells.

Ring on, ring out.

Ring on, ring out.

~~~

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Dec-22-2001 3:10 PM Message 25 of 523

Subject: More Nightmares [Laura]

From: Laura_Junius

Reply to: goddessT [ Message 8 ]

Laura has been driving for nearly four straight hours. Her shoulders are getting sore and her eyes itch. So she sighs with relief when Tricia starts to stir from her sleep in the passenger seat next to her.

Tricia stretches as she wakes, her fingers accidently brushing across the side of Laura's neck. Laura glances over to make sure Tricia's eyes are open, then asks: "Have a nice rest, Sleepy Head?"

"Mmmm..." Tricia responds with a suppressed yawn. "As best as could be expected in the front seat of a Neon."

"Hey! Beggars can't be choosers," Laura chides playfully. "We were lucky to find anything to rent on such short notice." Then she turns serious. "And thanks again so much for coming with me on what I'm sure will turn out to be a silly and needless trip."

"Don't fret it. I'd rather be on a road-trip with you than back with the drunks in Daytona. Besides, I'm sure we'll find that Belle is fine and we can have some fun up there. At least it will put your mind at ease." As Tricia says this, she rests her hand reassuringly on Laura's knee. "So how are we doing?"

"We're making good time," Laura responds automatically. "The sun set about an hour ago. Should we stop for dinner?"

"Please, I'm starving!" Tricia finally lifts her hand from Laura's leg.

Laura turns her head away and frowns. She can't help noticing how Tricia has seemed to take every opportunity to touch her. Laura realizes everyone has different standards of "personal space," but each of Tricia's touches lasts a bit longer than necessity or courtesy would ordinarily require. That, together with something in Tricia's eyes each time she looks at her, has Laura worrying.

She really likes Tricia, and already considers her a good friend. She just doesn't like her in that way. She never could; not with a woman. Of course, Laura knows that she could have it all wrong, and that Tricia came along for no reason other than friendly companionship. Laura hopes so. She would not want to have to hurt her new friend's feelings.

They round a bend in the freeway and a major interchange comes into view. The glowing signs of half-a-dozen different restaurants reach into the heavens, competing for attention against what would otherwise be a beautiful mountain skyline. Laura flips on the right turn signal and heads for the ramp.

* * *

After dinner, Tricia gets behind the wheel and Laura curls up on in the passenger side. At five-foot-two, she is shorter than Tricia, and finds the seat more comfortable than her companion. Laura has not slept well in days, because of her worry about her best friend Belle, and repeated odd and disturbing dreams. That, together with the fatigue from the long drive, has her soon fast asleep.

Once again, Belle appears in her dreams.

Laura awakes with a gasp.

Tricia reaches over and sets a reassuring hand on her thigh, just above the knee. "Did you have another nightmare?" she asks with genuine concern in her voice.

"Yes," Laura sighs. She sits quietly for a moment, thinking about the nightmare and her other recent dreams. She clears her throat uncomfortably. "Tricia, do you know anyone who actually believes in vampires?"

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Dec-22-2001 9:22 PM Message 26 of 523

Subject: Not so comfortable

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Laura_Junius [ Message 25 ]

::She shifts her weight from one foot to another. Her body is lean with muscle and she is by no means a frail woman. As a matter of fact, she is quite the survivor. Her blood line is a very long one going back to the time when Gladiators fought in the torrid arenas of the fiercest Roman Emperors. Her predecessors were fighters, warriors, military men and medieval knights. She was no threat here, or at least that is what she felt in her bones. There was something dangerous here....she felt it.::

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought perhaps you were the man of the house. I guess women rule this roost."

::She chuckles and feels her hunger rising, although she says nothing out of courtesy. At least not yet. She figures she would give her hostess a little while longer to come down and invite her to a good meal.::

"How come you are a recluse? There is so much to see and do out there. Don't you ever get bored just sitting around this old place?"

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Dec-24-2001 4:10 PM Message 27 of 523

Subject: Abrupt Introduction [Belladonna]

From: cyberian_belle

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 26 ]

The mortal girl's voice echos up the long corridor as Dahlia and Belle approach the parlor. "I guess women rule this roost," they hear her say, presumably to Guillaume. Dahlia squeezes Belle's hand and they share an amused glance.

Thus the two vampiresses wear bright smiles as they enter the room, just when the woman is saying to Guillaume, "How come you are a recluse? There is so much to see and do out there. Don't you ever get bored just sitting around this old place?"

"Our good friend Sir Guillaume is not so much a recluse as he is a snob," Dahlia announces upon entry, with a good natured chuckle. Now arm-in-arm with Belle, she crosses the room to the girl and extends her free right hand. "Greetings, my dear, and welcome to my home. I take it you have already met Guillaume and Ian. This is Belladonna, and you may call me Dahlia."

***

Dec-26-2001 6:12 PM Message 28 of 523

Subject: Finally they meet

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 27 ]

::As the women appear, she suddenly turns to them as Dahlia speaks to her::

"Ahh. We finally meet."

::She takes her free hand with her left and gives her a confident shake. She notices the womans hand is quite cold...almost dead. She raises a brow as the room is quite warm but figures the house to be quite drafty and thinks nothing more about it::

"Pleased to meet you...I'm Narcissa. I'm terribly sorry about just dropping in, but Guillaume here tells me that you have rooms available and, well...quite frankly, I can't seem to find a hotel around here. He tells me you take in strays."

::She offers the women a half hearted smile and tucks her hands in her jeans pockets. Her emerald gaze moves to Guillaume once more then back to the women. She is stricken with their beauty but especially their clothes. 'What odd dresses' and she wonders if they are actually costumes. She takes in the intricacies of the fabric and wonders if all of them are recluses::

***

Dec-27-2001 11:01 PM Message 29 of 523

Subject: Strays...

From: Vampiress_Dahlia

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 28 ]

~*Dahlia smiles at the word 'strays'. Indeed! She walks over to the wine cabinet and takes out an aged bottle of red Merlot and walks back to the small coffee table in the middle of the room.*~

"Yes, I do as a matter of fact. These woods are quite extensive...there are no hotels nearby. This area is mostly a recluse for the wealthy patrons of society seeking solice. You're welcome to stay as long as you like, my dear. Please, have a seat. I'll pour us all some wine and we can chat. Are you hungry? Briant could cook you anything you like..."

***

Dec-28-2001 1:59 PM Message 30 of 523

Subject: Spectator Sport [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Vampiress_Dahlia [ Message 29 ]

Guillaume drifts back into the shadows and sips his bloodwyne. He prefers to remain apart from the conversation for a while. He would rather simply stand back and enjoy watching Dahlia toy with this impertinent mortal.

***

Dec-29-2001 9:20 PM Message 31 of 523

Subject: rising hunger

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Vampiress_Dahlia [ Message 29 ]

::She seats herself near the coffee table and watches Dahlia with a curious eye. She thinks to herself that there is something not quite right about her either. A feeling of uneasiness washes over her, but for now, she holds those feelings in tact. After all...where else is she supposed to go? She smiles softly to Dahlia and answers her question::

"Actually, I am quite hungry. I've had a long trip on a crowded bus and the only thing to tide me over was a packet of cheap crackers."

::she chuckles and continues::

"Please...I don't want anyone to go out of their way for me. Something simple. Maybe....a sandwich."

::she nods in satisfaction at her answer in hopes he will go out of his way anyways. It really was a long trip after all::

"So do tell Miss Dahlia, how old is this house and how long have you lived here? Did you inherit this house?"

***

Jan-2-2002 6:49 PM Message 32 of 523

Subject: Great minds...

From: Vampiress_Dahlia

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 31 ]

~*Dahila knew that this young woman was sizing her up. Just as she was doing also. It was a silent battle, in which the mortal was far too aware of the odds for Dahlia's taste. She sensed that Dahlia, Belle and Guillaume were 'different'. This one's mind was strong. A challenge. What fun...*~

"Briant." she calls.

~*Briant glides into the room, stopping before his mistress and folding his hands in front of him. Dahlia supresses a grin at his subservient manner. While Briant knew his place as a fledgling compared to her own age, he was far from domesticated.*~

"If you'd be so kind as to fix our guest something to eat. She must be quite hungry from her exertions and long trip...make it a rather hearty meal."

~*Briant nods and quickly exists the room to do his mistress's bidding. Why she is so kind to the sheep of humanity, he'd never know. This one, while of good health, strong body and intelligent mind, wasn't worthy of being turned. He turns up his nose at the thought. He detests having cattle in the house.*~

~*Dahlia turns back to Narcissa.*~

"I've had my home here for quite a long time. It wasn't inherited, I had it built. I like my privacy as much as I enjoy good company."

~*Dahlia smiles and awaits the uneasy mortal's response.*~

***

Jan-2-2002 9:43 PM Message 33 of 523

Subject: New Outlooks [Belladonna]

From: cyberian_belle

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 31 ]

Belle settles next to Dahlia on the sofa facing the coffee table, wrapping her hands familiarly around Dahlia's left arm. She finds herself smiling ruefully at Narcissa's attempts at conversation. Belle has barely begun to realize the full implications of her new immortality. Nonetheless, she realizes that so many things that appeared significant when life was measured in decades already seem trivial in the face of an existence of millennia.

Belle notices the excessive politesse with which Dahlia treats Narcissa. Belle recalls how Dahlia toyed with her as well, but this is subtly different. She wonders what Dahlia has in mind for the girl.

Belle examines Narcissa. A week ago, Belle would have dismissed anyone dressed as she is a low-brow tramp. But Belle finds her growing vampiric awareness provides insights to details she would surely have overlooked before. A nearly aristocratic refinement shines through the woman's corse facade; Belle discovers Narcissa's true nature in her inflections, in the tilt oh her head, in the way she holds a goblet. There is a story there... a depth to this woman that most mortals would never observe.

Nor can Belle help but notice Narcissa's remarkable beauty. Before Dahlia, when she saw a beautiful woman, it presented an intellectual exercise for Belle. She took note of the woman's clothes, the way she wore her hair, or how she applied her makeup, in the hope of finding a technique Belle herself might employ. Of course, she does the same with Narcissa now, but finds nothing but potential. The girl's long trip has not left her looking her best, and she is fortunate for her natural pulchritude overcoming her mussed hair and rumpled clothes.

Belle now discovers, however, something beyond mere intellectual appraisal when regarding Narcissa: Lust. She had assumed that her attraction to Dahlia, as a woman, would prove a unique consequence of the physiological bond caused by Dahlia transforming Belle into a vampire. Instead, Belle finds herself becoming excited by what Narcissa's tight clothes reveal of the body underneath. Belle knows in her immortal soul that she will remain ever-faithful to Dahlia, but she cannot help imagining caressing the firm breasts shaping Narcissa's T-shirt or kissing the point of hip protruding under her jeans.

Then, as Belle undresses Narcissa with her eyes, she is amazed to discover that the desire she feels is tinged by a deeper craving: HUNGER! Belle's fantasies of where and how she might press her fingers, lips and tongue to Narcissa suddenly focus upon the blue vein visible beneath the ivory skin of the girl's neck. Although the change is not yet visible, Belle can feel that her upper eyeteeth have started to grow longer. She remembers her own surrender to Dahlia, and now imagines the delectable experience of sinking her own fangs into another's throat as a body writhes beneath her in sexual ecstacy.

Belle remembers once learning in an English Literature course -- because it was necessary to understand a pun in A Midsummer Night's Dream -- that "to die" was Elizabethan slang for an orgasm. She now wonders if this represented a then innate, or even actual, understanding of vampires lost in modern times.

Belle licks her lips and openly scrutinizes Narcissa. Belle realizes her lustful hunger must be evident in her stare, but she does not care. Belle comes to one final realization: That compared to Immortal Kindred, short-lived humans are insignificant, and their best purpose is to serve the needs of vampires. Belle wonders to what end Dahlia will decide to best use Narcissa.

***

Jan-3-2002 2:00 PM Message 34 of 523

Subject: Observations [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 33 ]

Dahlia's interactions with the mortal remain mere superficial conversation, designed -- no doubt -- for Dahlia to study her, but unimportant in actual content. Guillaume's attention goes to Belladonna. She has been Kindred for less than twenty-four hours, and yet already her cravings supercede any lingering Human ethic. He has never seen someone assimilate so quickly.

Belladonna's face momentarily betrays her own surprise at newly discovered attitudes and yearnings. Guillaume sees her longing to take the girl and to use her completely before ultimately feasting upon her very life. Guillaume wonders if Dahlia has yet warned Belladonna of the strength of vampiric desires when faced with warm, human blood. If not, then this unexpected encounter with Narcissa could prove not only interesting, but also beneficial to Guillaume's hope of enlisting Belladonna and Dahlia as allies in his quest to return the Kindred to their rightful place as unchallenged masters of the night.

***

Jan-3-2002 2:52 PM Message 35 of 523

Subject: Another introduction

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 34 ]

::She raises her brow at the servant as he is so easy to judge her and look down his nose at her. She takes offense to him right away and her hunger wanes at his distaste for her. She sneers a bit and returns her attentions back to Dahlia. No sooner does she do that, then she notices Belladonna seemingly ogling her. She pauses a moment before continuing...or at least attempting to continue.::

"You built this place eh? If you built this place, then how come it seems so old? The wood for example...the smell of fresh timber lasts a long time in newer houses for a long time. This house smells....well...old...musty. No offense."

::Her gaze is once again drawn to Belladonna::

"You seem to cling so tightly to your mistress, yet your eyes betray you showing temptation I've never seen before. Might I know your name so that your stare does not distract me so much?"

::Having been in conversation with these old souls seems to wipe away her street slang. Perhaps it is their influence of language, or perhaps it is a fear of making a fool of herself by sounding ignorant::

***

Jan-11-2002 10:45 PM Message 36 of 523

Subject: New Perspectives [Belladonna]

From: cyberian_belle

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 35 ]

Narcissa turns to meet Belle's stare.

"You seem to cling so tightly to your Mistress, yet your eyes betray you showing temptation I've never seen before," the girl says impetuously.

Belle smiles and again licks her lips. Not long ago, it would have fatally embarrassed her to be caught "looking".... But not now. Not here.

And there is something intriguing about the girl's choice of words. "Temptation," Narcissa had said. What does she suspect?

And "Mistress." Surely an accurate description of Dahlia in regard to ownership of Crimson Kiss Manor, but that was not what Narcissa had meant. Her inflection and expression -- with emphasis on the word "your" -- revealed she perceives Dahlia as Belle's "Mistress," with all that implied. Narcissa's tone reveals she meant this as an insult, but Belle takes no offense. She owes Dahlia everything, including literally her immortal soul. And while Belle has never thought of Dahlia as "Mistress," she does not find the idea unreasonable nor uncomfortable. She wonders if Narcissa intuits something Belle herself has missed.

The girl is certainly uncannily perceptive. Briant keeps the mansion impeccably clean. Belle herself had not noticed the faint mustiness caused by all Dahlia's antiques until her vampiric senses started to develop. Yet Narcissa claims the smell is so strong to her, that it seems to be in the structure of the house itself. That's wrong Belle knows, which reminds her that the girl is a mere human. Perhaps she just has allergies.

Narcissa continues: "Might I know your name so that your stare does not distract me so much?"

Belle's smile broadens predatorily as she detects the girl's growing unease. Narcissa's speech has changed, becoming more formal, revealing some intimidation. Belle seizes the opportunity to press home this advantage.

"My name?" Belle responds with mock innocence. "Why, we were introduced when I entered. As Dahlia told you, I am Belladonna."

Again Belle grins. It occurs to her that once her fangs grow longer, she will need to better control her smile. She pulls her feet up and curls her legs under her skirt, reclining luxuriantly as she leans closer to cuddle Dahlia. "And if my gaze disturbs you... If you do not like being scrutinized... then perhaps you should take more care when selecting whose doorways on which to knock in the dead of night."

***

Jan-4-2002 7:11 AM Message 37 of 523

Subject: Casual conversation?

From: Vampiress_Dahlia

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 36 ]

~*Dahlia raises an eyebrow at Narcissa's bluntness. She smiles at Belle's curt, but polite response. It really was amusing. She slides Belle a sideways glance and then turns back to her guest.*~

"Well well, aren't we bold? So forthright...almost to the point of rudeness. And while I appreciate your honesty, I won't have you demean Belle's role in my life. I am not her 'mistress'. I do not own her. She is my lover, and my equal."

***

Jan-4-2002 1:40 PM Message 38 of 523

Subject: Put back in her place

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Vampiress_Dahlia [ Message 37 ]

::She shifts her position on the couch now clearly uncomfortable having been put rightly back in her place. Her gaze moves away from the two to the table in front of her. She cringes at the thought of having to apologize, but she is the guest...they are kind enough to offer her a room for the evening instead of throwing her back out into the woods to fend off what might be hungry and looking for a warm blooded creature to come their way. Little does she know..... With a clenched fist unseen to them, she offers up words to express her apologies::

"I'm sorry. You're both right. That was rude of me to assume anything more. Perhaps the long trip has gotten the better of me."

::With that, she looks again to them hoping her apologies have been accepted. If not, she really is not sure if she even cares. After all, she will be leaving at sunrise anyways...right? Or so she thinks.::

***

Jan-4-2002 4:02 PM Message 39 of 523

Subject: Possibilities [Guillaume].

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 38 ]

Guillaume finds himself impressed with Narcissa's strength of character, if not her manners. He observes a depth of willpower in the girl quite uncommon in mortals. True, she finally backed down in her contest of words with Dahlia, but Guillaume knows few who can stand up to her.

Guillaume still cannot discern Dahlia's plans for Narcissa. Does she plan to seduce her, then bring her into the Kindred fold, as she has so recently done with Belladonna? Given Narcissa's unusual beauty, he could not blame her, but he has never known Dahlia to be so avaricious -- two in the same week! Guillaume wonders if his plan to return Dahlia to the ruthless ways of her youth is succeeding too well.

Or does Dahlia simply plan for them to feed from Narcissa? They had all fed, each from their own prey, the night before, so she would be enough for all to share. But then why is Dahlia wasting her time making small talk with the girl? Dahlia's hypnotic power over humans is nearly absolute. She could easily put the girl quietly aside until time came to dine.

As mistress of this manor, and also the eldest vampire present, Dahlia has the primary right and duty to determine the disposition of any available prey. Guillaume suspects the ambivalence Dahlia displays toward Narcissa represents an indifference to her fate, no doubt due to the combination of Dahlia's recent feeding and, more significantly, her conquest of Belladonna. If so, then Guillaume hopes and expects that Dahlia will give the girl to him; he is second here in seniority.

He would not waste such potential. Back home, he has often taken a mortal woman into his household, just sipping from her enough to infuse her blood with his essence, and thereby enslave her to him. Surely, with her beauty, stature and intelligence, Narcissa would serve him well in all respects. If given the opportunity, Guillaume knows he will be sorely tempted to bend her to his will in that way. But to do so would kill the fiery spirit so evidently in her, even though her body -- and even her subjugated intellect -- would remain healthy and strong.

Guillaume recognizes that a far better opportunity presents itself to him, should it turn out that Dahlia has no other plans for the girl. Having just observed Dahlia take Belladonna as her pupil, Guillaume finds himself interested to find one himself, although he has not done so in centuries. Narcissa is an excellent candidate for that honor.

He observes the girl and smiles, knowing his fangs are hidden by the gloom in this far corner of the parlor. Yes, Narcissa would make a fine companion, preferably as a free-willed Kindred; otherwise, if necessary, as a mortal slave.

***

Jan-5-2002 11:53 AM Message 40 of 523

Subject: An Exposition of Taste [Belladonna]

From: cyberian_belle

Reply to: Vampiress_Dahlia [ Message 37 ]

"I won't have you demean Belle's role in my life," Dahlia scolds Narcissa. "I am not her 'Mistress.' I do not own her."

The icy remonstrance of Dahlia's voice thaws into warm affection, perhaps with a hint of pride, as she concludes: "She is my lover, and my equal." Belle veritably purrs upon hearing this public declaration of the full nature of their relationship. She nuzzles her cheek against Dahlia's left shoulder.

"Thank you, Darling," Belle whispers so softly that only Dahlia can hear.

Narcissa apologizes for her faux pas, and the tension in the room dissipates noticeably.

Briant enters with a tray which he sets before Narcissa. A fine china plate holds a long, toasted baguette draped with slices of lean prime rib. A few asparagus stalks are the only vegetable offered. However, the meat on the sandwich is plentiful, with each slice nicely browned at the edges, but mostly pink inside, darkening almost to red in the middle.

"I trust you like it rare," Briant declares with the slightest possible bow to Narcissa. "I studied the culinary arts across the Continent, and I believe it is truly the only way to serve beef." He looks sideways to Dahlia and his eyes flash. Although Dahlia outwardly scowls at his insolence, Belle feels Dahlia's suppressed inner chuckle, and knows that she too recognizes the various levels of the butler's pun.

***

Jan-6-2002 10:35 AM Message 41 of 523

Subject: Ahhh..the food

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 40 ]

::Her eyes widen at such a display. She's not used to such royal treatment. The sumptous meat and vegetables served to her on the finest china. Never has she seen such exquisite dinnerware used for such an informal occasion...much less for her.::

"Rare?? Good man, you must have read my mind!"

::She laughs outwardly and immediately digs into the food. Each succulent piece of meat is chewed slowly and she enjoys the flavor like she hasn't eaten in days. She touches the asparagus, but sparingly. She saves her tastebuds for the main course. Such detail, such flavor. She begins to think Briant is perhaps a culinary genious::

"I hope you don't think I'm rude, I'm just very hungry. And this...::She points with her fork with a cheekful of food then swallows::....this ...is amazing. I don't know how to thank you Dahlia."

***

Jan-6-2002 2:13 PM Message 42 of 523

Subject: Belief[Tricia]

From: goddessT

Reply to: Laura_Junius [ Message 25 ]

When Laura asks,"Do you know anyone who actually believes in vampires?" Tricia's eyes widen and then decides to be honest with Laura. "Actually, Laura I do. Me. Or at least I know that there are things that cannot be explained away. Do you want to tell me about your dreams?" This time Tricia just pats Laura's shoulder in a comforting way, and waits for Laura's reply.

***

Jan-9-2002 4:39 PM Message 43 of 523

Subject: Analysis [Laura]

From: Laura_Junius

Reply to: goddessT [ Message 42 ]

"At least... I know that there are things that cannot be explained away," Tricia replies to Laura's out-of-the-blue question about vampires, patting her reassuringly on the shoulder. "Do you want to tell me about your dreams?"

Laura sighs. "There have been quite a few of them, all along similar themes. In the first couple, I dreamt that Belle was lured into the grip of some awful monster. That started when... Did I tell you Brad Schriever made a pass at me?"

"Brad? Isn't he Belle's boyfriend?"

"Mmm-Hmm, but not any longer if I have anything to say about it. It happened at that party a few nights back. At first I dismissed it as him just being drunk. But when I saw him the next day, he didn't apologize or anything. And when I mentioned that I couldn't get in touch with Belle, he got all defensive. He wasn't concerned about her at all."

"He probably knew you were going to tell Belle what happened."

Laura chuckles coldly. "That's the thing. If he had shown any remorse about what he did, or any concern about Belle, I'd have kept it secret. Not now, not after the way he acted the next day."

"Okay. So that's when the dreams started?"

"Right, the night Brad first came on to me. In the first one, I dreamt of Belle willingly laying in the arms of an ugly monster. I just assumed that was my reaction to her relationship with Brad, given what he'd just done.

"Then the next night I dreamt that Belle gave herself to this winged demon-type thing. I tried to warn her, but it was like she didn't care. I think that dream came after I decided to tell Belle about Brad. Do you think it was my subconscious trying to warn me against getting involved?"

"Maybe," Tricia responds, then thinks for a moment. "It depends. Tell me about the rest of your dreams."

"Well the next night -- last night, that is -- I had a bunch of weird dreams about Belle. At first I just dreamt she was dead. Then she turned into a vampire, and then it was like she would attack me. It was when I woke up from one of those that I disturbed you last night. Sorry."

"That's alright. Really. I'm just glad I was there to comfort you. Any others?"

"Well, there was the one I just had. Again, Belle was a vampire and came after me."

"Hmmm..." Tricia drives quietly for a minute. "Well, the dreams that Belle is a vampire trying to get you don't really fit with your theory that the nightmares are caused by what Brad did, do they?"

"Not in any way I can see," Laura agrees.

"Was there anything else about them that might suggest what they were about?"

Laura thinks back over the past several evenings. That's right. There was one other thing she found disturbing. "Well, when I woke up, especially after the first couple dreams -- the ones I thought were about Brad -- I felt... well... you know... how you feel sometimes after certain kinds of dreams... like the dreams were erotic or something." Laura chuckles uneasily, then continues, her voice defensive. "But I swear, I have never felt that way about Brad Schriever. It wasn't that at all. It was more like there was some kind of sexual reaction to watching Belle give herself up to the monsters."

Laura flinches even as the words leave her lips. She has just been free-associating and the statement spilled out. She already regrets saying it. If what she suspects about Tricia's feelings toward her is true, then this might just mislead her further. Then Laura remembers something that she thinks could solve the problem.

"Oh, but don't get the wrong idea," she adds uneasily. "It's not like I have any strange ideas about Belle or anything. In fact, come to think of it, she wasn't even in all of the dreams. I had another dream like that last night, but this time it was just me with a monster. It was like one of those creatures from Greek mythology... a harpy, I think."

She looks over and Tricia is simply staring straight ahead as she drives, as if deep in thought. Laura is still concerned that she has given the wrong impression, and she tests the waters once more. "So, do you have any idea what it all might mean?"

***

Jan-8-2002 9:29 AM Message 44 of 523

Subject: Opinions [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 41 ]

"I trust you like it rare," Dahlia's butler, Briant, says to her human guest, Narcissa. "I studied the culinary arts across the Continent, and I believe it is truly the only way to serve beef." Guillaume grins humorlessly in response to a pun of which few in the room would understand the complete complexity. Obviously, as Kindred himself, Briant would look at even partially cooked meat as distasteful, so his statement about preferring it rare is a little joke among the vampires.

But there is a second and more significant layer to the butler's jest, one which Guillaume can tell by the glance that Briant is directing to Dahlia. Even at her most generous moments, Dahlia regularly refers to mortals, especially women, as mere cattle. Briant's demeanor has made it clear from the first that he views Narcissa as nothing more than a potential meal. He is letting the others know, as servants always do, that his opinion has not changed. When he speaks of "serving beef," it too is a pun. He clearly is referring to having to serve Narcissa.

At almost twice Briant's age, Guillaume recognizes potential in the girl masked by her gruff exterior. She could be a fine addition to the ranks of the Kindred. In fact, her aggressive nature might be just what their community -- grown timid by centuries of genteel seclusion -- needs to find the strength and confidence necessary to regain its rightful place in the world.

For her to maintain that spirit, and inspire it in others, she will need to cross willingly into the dark, hidden world of immortality, as Belladonna did just last night.

***

Jan-9-2002 10:06 AM Message 45 of 523

Subject: Being judged

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 44 ]

::She finishes the meal and finds herself quite satisfied at its taste, texture, temperature, everything. She hasn't had a good home cooked meal like that in a long time...a very long time. She hoped she didn't seem too much like an animal, but then again it was something deep inside her, gutteral and subliminal when asked to survive. However, this was not the case. At least that she knew of. Her gaze took her to Guillaume who seemed to be silently sizing her up. Not necessarily in such a bad way, but his gaze still unnerved her. She knew all of them were judging her given their apparent aristocratic dress and mannerisms, but why they were judging her was quite unclear. Perhaps they were reacting to her judging them...her uneasy gazes to them and smart aleck responses. Either way it didn't matter...she was fascinated with them. They seem so aristocratic...almost too blue blooded to be in a such a modern world. Their looks...so handsome...so beautiful...it moved her in a strange way. They are the fodder for great works of art and inspirational literature. She admired them and yearned for their lives, just for one day. A release from the dark streets and city air where she came from. She offered Guillaume a partial smile as the conversation with Dahlia continued. Dahlia was continuing to strip away her inhibitions about them and her defenses were going down unbeknownst to her.::

"That was delicious...a good home cooked meal is what I needed to get my energy back. Thank you."

***

Jan-9-2002 2:29 PM Message 46 of 523

Subject: Watching

From: Iethro_Tullius

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 44 ]

Ian sighs, watching the silent intrigue and dominance games among the vampires -- even the butler! Certainly they all know the girl's fate was sealed the moment she knocked on Dahlia's door.

He perceives that recognition in the cold glint of Guillaume's eye as he contemplates Narcissa. Ian has seen that look on his old friend's face before, and knows where it leads. Like most things, it reminds him of a song.

~~~

I sit by the cutting on the Beaconsfield line.

He's watching me watching the trains go by.

And they move so fast --- boy, they really fly.

He's still watching me watching you watching the

trains go by.

And the way he stares --- feel like locking my door

and pulling my phone from the wall.

His eyes, like lights from a laser, burn

making my hair stand --- making the goose-bumps crawl.

He's watching me watching you watching him

watching me

I'm watching you watching him watching me

watching Stares.

At the cocktail party with a Bucks Fizz in my hand

I feel him watching me watching the girls go by.

And they move so smooth without even trying.

He's still watching me watching you watching the

trains go by.

And the crowd thins and he moves up close but he doesn't speak.

I have to look the other way.

But curiosity gets the better part of me and I peek:

Got two drinks in his hand --- see his lips move ---

what the hell's he trying to say.

He's watching me watching you watching him

watching me.

I'm watching you watching him watching me

watching Stares.

He's watching me watching you watching him

watching me.

He's watching me watching you watching

the trains go by.

He's watching me watching you watching him

watching me.

He's watching me watching you watching him watching me.

He's watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.

~~~

***

Jan-10-2002 6:20 PM Message 47 of 523

Subject: Unnatural Willpower [Belladonna]

From: cyberian_belle

Reply to: Iethro_Tullius [ Message 46 ]

For some reason, Ian's song draws Belle's attention to Guillaume standing off to the side, slowly sipping his bloodwyne. Both he and Dahlia have remained uncharacteristically quiet since Narcissa's arrival. Belle wonders if that is simply caution in the company of a mortal, or sign of some hidden interaction between the two ancient Kindred.

Belle notes how Guillaume gazes at the girl, and realizes he desires her, just as Belle herself does. Belle follows his eyes and sees he is staring at the ivory skin of Narcissa's neck, and the strong, steady pulse of the carotid beneath. Belle then looks to Dahlia, who sits making small talk with Narcissa, but seems otherwise disinterested. Belle realizes, however, that Dahlia could simply be masking her true feelings and intentions.

By contrast, Belle finds herself unable to hide her thoughts, and brazenly returns her full attention to Narcissa's lovely face, luscious body, and the sweet scent of her warm blood. Belle feels her lips draw back to expose fangs not yet developed. Deep inside herself, she longs to take Narcissa into her arms, give her unsurpassable pleasure, and then extract the ultimate toll.

But -- somehow -- Belle instinctively understands that is neither her place, nor her destiny. In fact, the ecstacy of physical intimacy Belle cares to share only with Dahlia. Likewise, when it comes to finding sanguinary sustenance, she realize she is still dependant on Dahlia's guidance.

With a low growl and slight shiver she hopes only Dahlia notices, Belle, by sheer willpower, forces herself to disregard and suppress her various cravings for Narcissa. An uncomfortable silence fills the room and Belle -- rightly or wrongly -- feels that all eyes are upon her. Belle wants to talk with Dahlia and find out if how she feels is a natural result of her becoming a vampire, or if there might be something wrong. She looks to occupy the others.

Belle stands and faces the far side of the room. "That was a wonderful tune, Ian. Please do play another.... And Sir Guillaume, you are being unusually reserved this evening. Do be so kind as to join us here and entertain our guest with your renowned wit and wisdom."

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Jan-11-2002 9:11 AM Message 48 of 523

Subject: Overture [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 47 ]

"Sir Guillaume," Belladonna interrupts Guillaume's reflections regarding Narcissa's possible fates. "You are being unusually reserved this evening."

Guillaume looks up and sees that the fledgling vampiress' demeanor has markedly changed. While he still senses her hunger for all Narcissa has to offer, he sees that she no longer yearns to act on those temptations. He again marvels at how quickly Belladonna is mastering the mores of Kindred society.

Belladonna continues. "Do be so kind as to join us here and entertain our guest with your renowned wit and wisdom."

Guillaume draws a deep breath and steps out of the shadows. He crosses the room to stand next to the fireplace, setting his goblet of bloodwyne upon the mantel. He turns to face the three women -- two immortal, one he hopes soon to become so -- seated around the coffee table near the hearth. He graces them with his most charming smile, perfected over many centuries.

"My dear Belladonna," he begins with honeyed voice. "I am sure a modern young woman such as our guest has no interests in the ramblings of an old warrior. I think it would be far more interesting to hear her tale. To learn how a lady of such obvious culture and breeding came to find herself in the middle of this dark forest in her current state."

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Jan-12-2002 4:05 PM Message 49 of 523

Subject: A bit surprised

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 48 ]

::She sits back in the plush seat and watches the interaction between Belladonna and Guillaume. As he approaches the three of them she sits back up and is actually very surprised at his words. 'cultured?' She felt she was the farthest thing from being cultured, except she did often visit the museum in the city, just to get some peace and quiet. The paintings always inspired her though...they were always so....well thought out. She shook off the thought and returned to the conversation. She looked to Belladonna and Dahlia as he mention that she share her story. She looked a bit disappointed as she wants to know more about these people and their curious lives. Perhaps in good time those answers will come::

"My story? I'm sure it's not as exciting as you are hoping. Are you sure you want to hear it?"

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Jan-13-2002 10:44 AM Message 50 of 523

Subject: Thinking(Tricia)

From: goddessT

Reply to: Laura_Junius [ Message 43 ]

Tricia listens to all that Laura says and lets it all sink in. Including the part where Laura informs her that she is not into other women. Then she says simply,"Perhaps there is something to what you are dreaming. Maybe we should not stop till we get to where Belle is and check it out."And No ,I don't think you are crazy or anything like that. As I said earlier, there are things that just cannot be explained."I smile reassuringly to show her that I am not hurt by anything that she has told me."So, here we go. We will only stop to change drivers. Deal?"

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Jan-13-2002 4:47 PM Message 51 of 523

Subject: History lessons.

From: Vampiress_Dahlia

Reply to: goddessT [ Message 50 ]

~*Dahlia watches silently, taking in the reactions of all those around her. She always wishes to remain on top of any tension or dissention in the ranks of her small band of warriors, lovers and musicians. She glances at Belle, noting her adjusting the her recent rebirth. No doubt she is knowledgeable about her hungers by now, with such a beauteous and ripe young mortal such as Narcissa before her. She reaches out and gently begins to caress Belle's mind, soothing away tension and uncertainty. When Belle appears to begin to relax, Dahlia turns her attention back to Guillaume, who had by then joined the circle and began to converse with Narcissa. She notes his interest in her, both physical and personal, wanting to know her body and her mind, as evidenced by his questioning her life and history. As Narcissa settles back uncomfortably to tell her story, Dahlia once again reaches out with her mind, easily connecting with Guillaume's equally ancient brain. He feels the connection immediately and turns to face her.*~

'I wish to speak with you later. In private.' she commands, yet warmly.

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Jan-14-2002 5:28 PM Message 52 of 523

Subject: Conversations [Belladonna]

From: cyberian_belle

Reply to: Vampiress_Dahlia [ Message 51 ]

"My dear Belladonna," Guillaume responds to Belle's suggestion that he take the lead in conversation. His voice veritably drips with masculine charm. "I am sure a modern young woman such as our guest has no interests in the ramblings of an old warrior. I think it would be far more interesting to hear her tale. To learn how a lady of such obvious culture and breeding came to find herself in the middle of this dark forest in her current state."

"My story?" Narcissa sighs. "I'm sure it's not as exciting as you are hoping. Are you sure you want to hear it?"

When Guillaume does not reply, Belle looks up to find him trading glances with Dahlia. Some whisper at the back of Belle's mind tells her that the two ancient Kindred are making more than mere eye contact.

Belle hears Dahlia's words: "I wish to speak with you later... in private." Clearly, Guillaume hears them, too, nodding acknowledgment. But Belle is uncertain whether Dahlia actually spoke. Narcissa appears oblivious to the exchange, as her gaze moves questioningly around the room.

"Of course we want to learn about you, Narcissa," Belle interjects. "This manor -- it's called the Crimson Kiss, dear -- is not easily come upon. The fact that you find yourself here is proof enough that you have some fascinating adventure to share with us."

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Jan-14-2002 6:41 PM Message 53 of 523

Subject: Her story

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 52 ]

"Well...the story of how I ended up here started only a few weeks ago..."

::She curls her legs up under her careful not to let her worn boots touch the beauty of the antique couch. She pulls her hair back past her shoulders and looks between the three noticing the knowing glances, but continues anyways.::

I live....errr...lived in the city...nothing big, but cozy enough for me. I had it pretty good living off a trust fund my family left for me, always going out, good night life, good friends...or so I thought. One day, it was really early in the morning, my freind Dallas shows up with the bag. He was frantic...I mean totally panicked, like he was wired up on something. He asked me to hold on to the bag, but don't look inside...he said he didn't want me to get involved, then disappeared. Well that night I was watching the news and found out the museum had just been knocked off and a rare diamond was taken. I didn't really put two and two together, and had already tucked the bag under my bed. To make a long story short, a few days later Dallas turned up dead...gunshot wound to the head I think. I guess curiosity got the better of me and I pulled out the bag to find out what I was protecting...and sure as shit, it was the diamond. I guess it's pretty rare...from Denmark or something. Well anyways, strange things started happening...a few more friends started disappearing and come to find out that Dallas had been a party of the robbery. He owed some money to his favorite drug dealer....a lot of money. They told him to get the diamond and all will be forgiven, but something went wrong. I don't know if it was Dallas's own greed or what, but they never got the diamond. I found out from a few street friends they knew I had it....so I skipped town and caught the first bus out."

::She sits for a moment looking between the three wondering if they even believe her...she notices disapproving stares, but she is not sure if that is because her story is a bit fantastic or if it is boring them. She reaches over to her handbag and after a few moments of rummaging, she pulls out what appears to be an old rag and opens it in her palm. There the diamond she spoke about glimmers in the firelight.::

"I took the bus to the last stop and the driver said he wouldn't go any further. I hopped off and started down the road to find a new motel and a new identity. After walking for miles, the sun was setting, so I figured my best chances were to camp out in the woods. I guess my mind wandered as did I. That's how I ended up here."

::She gives her hosts and apologetic smile and offers up the diamond for them to inspect::

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Jan-15-2002 9:09 AM Message 54 of 523

Subject: Initiative [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 53 ]

Guillaume knows the risk of taking the initiative prior to the private discussion Dahlia requested. Nonetheless, if he is to accomplish his goal of recruiting Narcissa willingly into the Kindred, he must seize every opportunity that presents itself.

He steps forward and kneels next to the girl's chair, on one knee. He gently takes her hand, the one holding the diamond, and closes her fingers over the gem. He locks into Narcissa's gaze, apparent concern winkling the corners of his steel blue eyes.

"That stone is a mere bauble, my dear," he tells her in all sincerity. "It is only for you that we here would have concern. And I tell you, there are ways within our powers to keep you safe and secure for as long as you could possibly imagine."

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Jan-15-2002 6:38 PM Message 55 of 523

Subject: Intent not seen yet

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 54 ]

::Her emerald gaze moves with his every step as he now presents himself so close. As he wraps his hand around hers she is surprised at his next words::

"Bauble? You mean this is fake?"

::She opens her palm back up and gazes at the diamond. All this time...all those people killed...for what...nothing. She looks back to him and narrows her eyes as he speaks about protection::

"Protection eh....what kind of protection could you offer me from those guys? They're ruthless...and they have pretty good ammo."

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Jan-16-2002 9:01 AM Message 56 of 523

Subject: Evaluation [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 55 ]

"Oh, the diamond is quite real," Guillaume tells Narcissa, "and no doubt quite priceless, as such things are judged. You may even want to keep it; start a collection if such trinkets catch your fancy. It is simply that the gem is immaterial, unimportant, of no real concern. It's irrelevant, you could come to learn, just like mor... like men with guns can be."

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Jan-17-2002 6:57 PM Message 57 of 523

Subject: RE: Evaluation

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 56 ]

::she looks to him quite perplexed at his statement.::

"But....isn't it stuff like this that built this....empire?"

::She motions her free hand sweeping across the air to show the vastness of the house and all its antiques inside. She holds the diamond up inspecting it as well::

"What is important to you Guillaume?"

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Jan-16-2002 2:21 PM Message 58 of 523

Subject: Charming

From: Iethro_Tullius

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 56 ]

Ian listens as Guillaume soothes Narcissa. It inspires Ian in choosing his next song which, while not actually written about Guillaume, seems nonetheless appropriate.

~~~

There was a warm wind with the high tide

On the south side of the hill.

When a young girl went a-walking

And I followed with a will.

"Good day to you, my fine young lady,

With your lips so sweetly full.

May I help you comb your long hair,

Sweep it from that brow so cool?''

Up, ride with the kelpie.

I'll steal your soul to the deep.

If you don't ride with me while the devil's free

I'll ride with somebody else.

Well I'm a man when I'm feeling

The urge to step ashore.

So I may charm you -- not alarm you --

Tell you all fine things, and more.

Up, ride with the kelpie.

I'll steal your soul to the deep.

If you don't ride with me while the devil's free

I'll ride with somebody else.

Say goodbye to all your dear kin

For they hate to see you go,

In your young prime, to this place of mine

In the still loch far below.

Up, ride with the kelpie.

I'll steal your soul to the deep.

If you don't ride with me while the devil's free

I'll ride with somebody else.

~~~

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Jan-17-2002 12:38 PM Message 59 of 523

Subject: Significance [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 57 ]

"What is important to me?" Guillaume echos Narcissa's question. He considers it silently for a moment. "It is vital to be true to oneself, and to do all that is possible to ensure one's existence is self-fulfilling and meaningful." Another pause. "We can help you with that, as well."

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Jan-17-2002 2:01 PM Message 60 of 523

Subject: Being swayed

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 59 ]

"You....you can?"

::His icy gaze was slowly penetrating her very core now. His features were strong and fiercesome...some women would be afraid to have him this close, but she wasn't. She did not feel so alone with him close by. His touch was so distant, yet so close. She admired him. She put the diamond on the couch next to her without a second thought and uncurled her legs from beneath her. She turned her body towards him like a curious child::

"How....how can you help me in my predicament?"

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Jan-17-2002 5:24 PM Message 61 of 523

Subject: Saving Time [Laura]

From: Laura_Junius

Reply to: goddessT [ Message 50 ]

"I guess I prefer the idea of driving straight through to Belle's lake house," Laura agrees. "If we go with the original plan -- diverting over to school, picking up your car, and returning the rental -- we won't get up there until midmorning tomorrow at the earliest. I'm not too sure how early the ENTERPRISE office near campus opens. But if we drive straight through, we should be up there by 3 a.m. If there really is a problem, those few hours might make all the difference."

Tricia nods, keeping her eyes on the expressway traffic. Then she chuckles uneasily. "Of course, if it turns out she's fine, we are going to have to explain what we are doing there in the middle of the night."

"Well, we could just tell her we decided we needed a road trip, and came up to see her." Laura sighs. "To be honest, though, I've been so worried about her, I'll happily confess why we came; I've told her before about my premonitions and she has always respected them. And either way, showing up in the middle of the night should be okay. Belle has always been kind of a night-owl."

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Jan-18-2002 8:43 AM Message 62 of 523

Subject: Arrangements [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 60 ]

"How..." Narcissa falters, her voice breaking slightly as hope begins to overcome days of fear. "How can you help me in my predicament?"

Guillaume smiles, keeping his lips casually closed. Not only does this conceal his sharp fangs, but it also hides, behind a facade of ostensible enigmatic warmth, the actual predatory nature of the grin. Despite her tough and independent veneer, Narcissa's question is a confession of vulnerability and need.

"It is quite simple really," Guillaume replies, as if that answers her question. "But we need to talk some first." He looks at her disheveled hair, and her clothes, wrinkled and dingy from traveling. "I should think you would like to clean up before that."

He stands, and offers his hand to help Narcissa to her feet, even as he turns to address the servant in the doorway. "Briant, why don't you show the lady to one of the guestrooms so she can freshen up. And I trust you can find her something to wear that would be more... appropriate." He gives the butler a playful wink. "There's a good lad."

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Jan-18-2002 3:53 PM Message 63 of 523

Subject: Let the adventure begin

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 62 ]

::she runs her fingers through her tousled hair trying her best to comb out the curls and looks down at her well worn clothes. The sound of a nice warm bath is extremely inviting to her and she anxiously takes his hand rising as he leads her to. She has so many questions for him now, she has many more for Dahlia and Belle wondering of their relationship...but those can wait for now.::

"Yes...I desperately need a shower. Those buses are so dingy."

::She smiles to his hospitality feeling a bit secure now with all of them. Certainly they could not harm her as bad as the rogue dealers in the city...right? She does wonder however what army they might have hidden to keep her safe. She follows the servant to whatever room he chooses for her...nothing fancy she hopes..she knows she's not worth the trouble.::

"I.. uhm...will take any room you have available."

::she looks back again at Guillaume trusting she is now in good hands::

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