Apr-3-2002 9:56 AM Message 206 of 523

Subject: Morning Prayer

From: Vampiress_Dahlia

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 193 ]

~*Dahlia smiles serenely as the tingling numbness of sleep dances in circles around her mind. She doesn't remember anything of last night, but only knows that her lover is nearby, awake and waiting for her. The warmth of the blankets soothe her cool body and she can feel the pull of sleep beckoning her back. But the powerful zing of energy shooting through her body at her lover's close proximity is stronger, and compells her forward, arching her back so that she might have some contact...an arm, an ankle, a fingertip...anything to touch Belle's soft skin.*~

~*Dahlia opens her eyes and smiles up at the watchful face of her Love...her face was barren of makeup, her lips full and the palest shade of pink. Tilting her face up, Dahlia takes Belle's lips in a long, searing kiss, pouring her desire into this sweet, soft woman who had awakened her senses in the most delightful ways. When she pulls away, she sighs and closes her eyes, her tongue refusing to remember it's modern disciplines in her drowsiness, and instead reverting back to her timeless roots.*~

"Oh, but if I could wake a thousand mornings, give me this sweet morning's call and I shall never wake a bitter woman." she whispers into Belle's lips, taking them again.

~*Somewhere, lost in the heady flavor of Belle's mouth, Dahlia's mind clears from the haziness of sleep, and the events of last night come flooding back to her. Anger rips through her first, and then a sadness so deep it penetrates the core of her. Pulling Belle closer to her, she crushes her to her body, sealing every inch of flesh with flesh and kissing her with a bruising force. Belle whimpers, half in pain, half in desire, and Dahlia pulls away, tearing her lips from Belle's. She looks down at her with hungry, carnal eyes brimming with lust and fury.*~

"Mine!" she proclaims, her voice low and dangerous.

~*She reaches down to grasp a full breast in her hand, the other straying down to slip between Belle's thighs. Belle's eyes go wide, and then close as Dahlia works her sensitive flesh expertly, driving her roughly towards her peak. Harsh cries escape her lips with each panting breath. Dahlia dips her head down to suckle Belle's nipple into her mouth, slipping two fingers deep into her moist center. Belle keens and throws her head back as Dahlia brings her to release. When it is over, Dahlia continues to look down at Belle, her heart screaming with betrayal, possessiveness and love. The combination had pushed her over the edge and she looks down at Belle ashamedly.*~

"I'm sorry...Belle, I'm sorry." she whispers. "Are you alright?"

***

Apr-4-2002 12:28 AM Message 207 of 523

Subject: Penance [Belladonna]

From: cyberian_belle

Reply to: Vampiress_Dahlia [ Message 206 ]

Belle had awoken still oppressed by the guilt of the prior evening. Last night, in her remorse, Belle had gone so far as to hope Dahlia would take violent retribution for Belle's betrayal of her trust.

So, the sweet proclamations of love with which Dahlia greets her this morning -- while in many ways a relief -- also serve to heighten Belle's lingering shame, leaving her all the more compliantly vulnerable when Dahlia's mood suddenly alters from affection to anger, and ultimately to possessive lust.

Belle willingly surrenders to Dahlia's aggressive passion, finding absolution in the sweet pain inflicted by Dahlia's pinching teeth and clutching nails; redemption in the excruciating ecstacy Dahlia ultimately forces upon her.

Afterward, Belle lays there, eyes shut, legs still open, naked except for the crumpled, gauzy nightshirt bunched up under her arms and around her shoulders. Her arms, legs and flanks quiver randomly with the lingering echos of her intense climax.

"I'm sorry... Belle, I'm sorry," she hears Dahlia whisper, apparently concerned that she had acted too forcefully. "Are you alright?"

Belle's eyes flutter open to the accompaniment of her long, ragged sigh. She responds to Dahlia with an embarrassed, yet hopeful, smile. "Yes.... Now... Now I am alright."

***

Apr-4-2002 8:11 AM Message 208 of 523

Subject: Necessary Prologue [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 205 ]

"What vampire could survive in this modern society?� Narcissa asks rhetorically.

"Indeed,� Guillaume agrees, smiling at her unintended irony. "So perhaps such claims are mere fairy tales. In fact, it makes me think of a story....�

Narcissa nods slowly, visibly distracted. Guillaume is well aware of the effects his caress of her bare thigh has had upon Narcissa. The fact that she chose, and was able, to step away from him assures Guillaume that she has not entirely succumbed to the influence of the vampiric essence infusing her blood. Guillaume was unsure how the combined potency of his and Belladonna�s bites would affect Narcissa.

No doubt it has ravaged her emotions. Narcissa�s every movement betrays her desperate struggle against overwhelming desire. The faint telepathic bond caused by his essence within Narcissa makes her longings reverberate through his own mind. He assumes she has a similar link with Belladonna, and wonders if that might add to Narcissa�s current difficulty. While Anborn has no idea why Dahlia and Belladonna have remained abed so long after sunset, he suspects they are engaged in some activity other than platonic discourse.

Guillaume is relieved to find that despite all of this, Narcissa retains her free will. Guillaume wants --- when the time comes --- for Narcissa to knowingly choose dark immortality.

Nevertheless, well aware that Narcissa would agree to almost any idea he advocated now, Guillaume maneuvers the conversation to his ultimate purpose. Still smiling, he asks, "So, would you like to hear that story?�

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Apr-4-2002 9:25 AM Message 209 of 523

Subject: Tortured soul

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 208 ]

::The effects Guillaume have upon her as he speaks and moves is difficult....the more she is around him, the stronger desire she has for him. Her mind is ravaged with thoughts as he speaks...'dear god..I'm going to throw myself at him soon. Don't be a fool!'. Her mind now obviously distracted and the rousing of Dahlia and Belle only sends more alarms through her body. Her mind is clenched and wincing as the pleasure Belle feels from her lover courses through her faintly in waves of lust. Her knees buckle a bit and she quickly moves back to the couch to sit...her face is flushed, but her mind more alert now. She looks up to Guillaume with a tortured and distant look in her eyes. If only to relieve the pressure building between her legs...if only. She thinks of running back up to her room, but to interrupt Guillaume would only be rude.::

"Yes....your story...of course."

::She decides to suppress the wonton desires for now and listen to what he has to say. Perhaps his story will fill in some blanks. But as soon as he's finishes she's going to start drilling him on how he's going to help her.::

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Apr-4-2002 2:44 PM Message 210 of 523

Subject: What a Night for a Daydream [Laura]

From: Laura_Junius

Reply to: goddessT [ Message 196 ]

Laura sighs contentedly as she settles into the hot, bubble-covered bath. She decides to relax a bit before washing, and slides down until the back of her head rests on the edge of the old-fashioned tub. As has happened during every idle moment this day, Laura�s thoughts wander to Belle, and her decision to run off with a mysterious lover.

Closing her eyes, Laura soon crosses into the nebulous boundary between consciousness and sleep. Dreams dwell there. Not the resilient dreams of deep REM sleep that have so relentlessly plagued Laura these pasts several days. Rather, the borderlands of light slumber are populated by delicate visions, controlled as much by the Ego as the Id.

Enchanting images fill Laura�s mind, scenes of Belle overwhelmed by passion so intense, so compelling, that it incites her to abandon her family and friends, and surrender herself to a life of wanton sensuality. Laura imagines herself following Belle, imitating her, and soon they are together in the dream.

Laura awakens with a gasp, and sits up in the tub, requiring a moment to remember that she is alone, and that Belle is gone.

But the dream remains with her.

Laura knew this moment would come tonight. She has fought the urge all day. She had hoped, however, that unlike last night, she could at least wait until she had retired to bed.

Instead, just as occurred during her previous bath, the sensuous embrace of warm water arouses an irresistible need. Laura�s hands slide up her thighs. At the first tentative caress, her eyes shut and her teeth gently close on her lower lip. She shudders, groaning softly, as one finger finds its mark.

Just as water does not mix with oil, a bath is inimical to any sort of lubricant. As she had last night, Laura soon finds it necessary to rise and sit on the edge of the tub. She plants her feet, well apart, on the opposite rim, and leans back against the wall.

A few minutes later, the end draws near. Although primarily lost in the immediacy of ecstacy, a small corner of Laura�s awareness remembers that Tricia sleeps in the adjoining bedroom. Laura clenches her jaw to curtail the triumphant shout exploding within her, restraining it to merely a violent exhalation that puffs out her cheeks as it hisses between her teeth.

Taking a moment to regain her breath, Laura slides back into the tub to allow the last spasms to dissolve into the warm water. She smiles, sighs, and then chuckles softly at her own audacity. Laura is confident she has been sufficiently quiet that Tricia did not hear Laura�s indiscretion, just as she is sure Tricia had not heard her the night before.

***

Apr-5-2002 8:20 AM Message 211 of 523

Subject: Historical Interlude [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 209 ]

Guillaume turns to face Narcissa on the couch, causing his left knee to press against her right. But his demeanor is no longer seductive, or even sociable. His countenance has turned quite serious, giving him a dignified grace Narcissa has never noticed in him before.

"Alright, then,� he says softly. "I�ll tell you a vampire story:

"A little more than eight centuries ago, most of France was actually ruled by the King of England. The details of how that came to be are not so important. Not surprisingly, it was the result of those coincidences of birth, marriage, divorce, madness and death that always mold human existence. It is sufficient to understand that such a situation created a land of constant struggle between powerful men --- and occasionally women --- of shifting and opportunistic loyalties.

"In a place still called Normandy --- named for the strong and passionate men who conquered it --- there lived an idealistic Knight of unyielding fidelity to the English king. His devotion to his liege came in great part, no doubt, from the widespread rumor that the Knight was actually the King�s illegitimate half-brother. The King�s father had been a world-renown philanderer.

"This Knight followed the King on Crusade, and always fought resolutely for him in his subsequent wars against various rebellious barons, and even against the King of France. As a reward, the Knight received luxurious castles and extensive lands in France, England, and even the so-called Holy Land. As such matters were judged in those days, he was on top of the world.

"The only thing the Knight lacked was love.

"Soon, this final challenge was overcome, just as the Knight had successfully met every other obstacle in his life. The woman was descended from the Norman Kings of Sicily, and an heiress to rich estates in the south of France. What started as a political marriage soon blossomed into romance, as the Knight fell in love with this beautiful maiden with flowing gold hair and deep, dark eyes.

"To protect her from the bellicose chaos of France, he moved her to a bright, new castle on England�s southern coast. There, they shared a few, short months of marital bliss. Then, the Knight was summoned back to the Continent, to again fight at his King�s side.

"There his happiness ended. The King was slain, victim to a lucky arrow shot from the wall of a rebellious fortress. A new and unworthy King came to the English throne, and an ignoble peace negotiated.

"When the Knight returned home, everything had changed. The castle was in disrepair. The servants had fled. His beautiful bride had locked herself in her bedchamber.

"At nightfall, she admitted him to her room, and for a brief moment, it was like old times. They made love with unprecedented passion, so he did not understand the threat when his wife --- he believed in the wild abandon of ecstacy --- bit his neck. By the time he comprehended the danger, it was too late.

"He awoke horrified to find himself drinking the hot blood of a peasant girl from a nearby hamlet. But despite his revulsion, the unnatural hunger overcame him, and he drained her dead.

"He looked up and saw his wife, reclining on her bed, smiling at him. She explained that while he was away at war, she had grown bored, and dabbled in the Black Arts. This had drawn the attention of a vampire residing in the shire, who, because of the Knight�s wife�s loneliness, had little trouble seducing her.

"Boredom! The ordinary loneliness of a soldier�s wife! What pitiable excuses for her sins!

"In his anger and loathing --- both for her and himself --- the Knight took up his sword and attacked her. Without even thinking, he severed her head from her body... one of the very few ways to kill a vampire.

"Of course, that solved nothing, and only worsened his dismay. He was now alone, facing a radically different and horrific future, for which he was entirely unprepared.

"All the Knight had was lost. His overseas possessions went first, as the new King surrendered the Empire his predecessors had built.

"Soon, even his castles and land in England were gone. In the civil war that soon racked England, as the King quarreled with a dissatisfied and rebellious barony, the Knight�s lands were seized by one side or the other, and there was nothing the Knight could do to defend his rights. A knight cannot function if he cannot lead troops in daylight.

"He retreated into the dark forests of the Welsh marches to try to come to terms with his new, dark existence.... And there are those who will tell you that the Knight lives still, seeking redemption of a world that so cruelly betrayed him.�

Guillaume takes a sip of his wine and shrugs; his face remains oddly emotionless.

He looks deeply into Narcissa�s eyes and concludes, "I have known that story for almost my entire life. I have found nothing in this world to contradict it. What do you think? Is it merely a fairy tale?�

***

Apr-5-2002 9:45 AM Message 212 of 523

Subject: Safety {Virani w/Aradia}

From: litaliamarie

Reply to: Josephine_Maia [ Message 199 ]

Aradia looks towards the woman. "A vampire�s bite inevitably has a powerful effect on the victim�s... um... emotions. You might find yourself in an... oh... awkward situation.... Especially if --- but not necessarily only if --- the vampire that bit her was female.�

Virani leans close to Aradia so she can hear her as she lowers her voice. "I think I'll be alright. I'm more concerned that you are well enough to get out of here fast if it comes to that. Do you need me to help you to your room?"

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Apr-5-2002 12:52 PM Message 213 of 523

Subject: Fairy Tales or Reality

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 211 ]

::She listens closely to his every lingering word. Each sentence coming alive in her mind like a movie playing out before her....the castle, the beauty, the monsters and the marsh. She contemplates his question for a moment before answering.::

"Well..if it's not, tell me where he is, I can tell you, after dating all the dogs and pimps I have, I wouldn't mind being swept off my feet by this knight...vampire or not."

::She chuckles a bit and seeing he is not necessarily amused by her statement, she comes back to a more serious manner.::

"But...if you've known it all your life, Anne Rice probably didn't write it. Bram Stoker only wrote that one Dracula novel, and it sounds to real to be something from the days of King Arthur. I used to be up on writing like that, but it doesn't sound like anything I've heard before."

::She rises again now that the feelings of Belle's awakening have calmed in her blood. She moves close to the mantle allowing the flames to outline the curls in her hair and her figure trapped in the skintight dress. She thinks and thinks, but cannot come up with an answer for him.::

"Alright...where did you get the story from?"

***

Apr-6-2002 10:10 AM Message 214 of 523

Subject: Dizzied {Aradia w/Virani}

From: Josephine_Maia

Reply to: litaliamarie [ Message 212 ]

"I think I'll be alright,� Virani whispers so as not to disturb the unconscious woman across the room in her bed. Virani leans forward so that Aradia can better hear her soft voice.

That simple movement rekindles in Aradia one of the images that had nearly overwhelmed her earlier when she touched Narcissa�s hand. In the vision a petite, dark-haired, beautiful, young vampire leans forward to drink blood from Narcissa�s wrist. But rather than pain or fear, the emotion this action ignites is desperate lust, exacerbated when the vampire seals the wound with a gentle kiss, repeated upon Narcissa�s erogenous palm. Aradia�s eyes shut and she sucks breath between clenched teeth as she is again nearly overcome by these echoes of Narcissa�s desire.

Aradia hears Virani still speaking, as if from a great distance, despite the fact that Virani�s lips are mere inches from Aradia�s ear.

"I�m more concerned that you are well enough to get out of here fast if it comes to that,� Virani continues. "Do you need me to help you to your room?�

"Oh, I�ll be fine in a bit,� Aradia assures her. "I just need to sit for a while. I�d be alright by myself, but, to tell you the truth, I�ve had a bit of a shock and I wouldn�t mind some company. So if you�d like to come sit with me, that would be nice.� Aradia looks at the girl on the bed. "On the other hand --- while I don�t think your charge there will be waking anytime soon --- if you think it better to keep an eye on her, I�d understand. My head�s not entirely clear; I�ll leave it up to you to decide what�s best.�

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Apr-6-2002 3:51 PM Message 215 of 523

Subject: Company {Virani w/Aradia}

From: litaliamarie

Reply to: Josephine_Maia [ Message 214 ]

"Oh, I�ll be fine in a bit,� Aradia assures her. "I just need to sit for a while. I�d be alright by myself, but, to tell you the truth, I�ve had a bit of a shock and I wouldn�t mind some company. So if you�d like to come sit with me, that would be nice.� Aradia looks at the girl on the bed. "On the other hand --- while I don�t think your charge there will be waking anytime soon --- if you think it better to keep an eye on her, I�d understand. My head�s not entirely clear; I�ll leave it up to you to decide what�s best.�

Virani watches Aradia closely as she listens, concerned for her friend. "Perhaps it is best if you and I go to your room to talk." She moves to the door, waiting for Aradia to lead the way.

***

Apr-10-2002 9:37 PM Message 216 of 523

Subject: Eyes wide open [Tricia]

From: goddessT

Reply to: Laura_Junius [ Message 210 ]

Tricia hears the noises coming from the bathroom and cannot resist the urge to position herself so that she can catch a glimpse of Laura in the bath. As she quietly watches and listens, Tricia is overcome with a feeling of such hot lust she almost collapses from the surge going through her body. Seeing Laura in the throes of ecstasy makes Tricia want her even more. But as Laura has made a point of telling her that she is not into, what Tricia wants more than anything from her, Tricia can only watch and wish that it was her bringing Laura such ecstasy. When she hears Laura�s soft hiss of release Tricia lets go herself and slowly and quietly moves back to the bed weak in the knees. Tricia then hears Laura�s soft chuckle and can almost see her smile. This sound drives Tricia over the edge again and she has to find yet another release this night. Release of a physical nature comes quickly but sleep alludes her with visions of Laura floating just behind her eyes.

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Apr-8-2002 7:37 AM Message 217 of 523

Subject: Socratic Approach [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 213 ]

"Alright,� Narcissa finally comes to a question. "Where did you get the story from?�

Guillaume rises from the sofa to join her by the fire. He casually places his right hand on her shoulder and gently turns her to face him. He nonchalantly sets his left hand on her waist, just above the point of her right hip. Both gestures seem more informally amiable than emotionally possessive.

He smiles enigmatically. "Often, a story�s origin is unimportant. What matters is what it brings to its audience.�

Guillaume smile fades, although his expression remains open and warm. He leans closer to Narcissa, causing his hand to slip naturally around her body, to rest in the small of her back

"So tell me,� Guillaume concludes. "You seemed to enjoy my story. What did you learn from it? What did it say to you?�

***

Apr-8-2002 11:47 AM Message 218 of 523

Subject: A dose of reality

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 217 ]

::The touch of his arm around her body is almost unimaginable to her as she had longed for it, for what seemed like years in only few hours. The temptation to press her lips against his is so great, she looks away for a moment, but is quickly drawn back to his eyes. His eyes say so much to her...as if he has lived many many lifetimes and has so many stories to tell. His gaze moves her closer to the truth without her actually knowing that he is doing so. She is unsure what to do with her hands, so she rests them on his arms lightly as if to indicate that she is indeed pleased by his touch. With a soft spoken voice she purrs back to him.::

"You sound as if you hold that story close to your heart...it's as if you knew the knight...perhaps walked in his footsteps."

::She continues to gaze into his eyes only to see a deeper sadness as she says the last part of her sentence. It is then that it dawns on her and she speaks while taking in a gasp.::

"That knight was you wasn't it..."

::Those words slip out without full recognition she even said it. A few moments slip by and it dawns on her that she can't comprehend how it can be. How he could be real.::

"But how can that be? I thought vampires were things fairie tales were made of...like mummys and werewolves! Unless you're messing with me!"

::She tries to wriggle out of his grasp, but he is much much stronger then he appears. Her mind is weak against his and although she faintly struggles, she longs to be held even closer to him.::

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Apr-8-2002 3:59 PM Message 219 of 523

Subject: Uncomfortable.

From: Vampiress_Dahlia

Reply to: cyberian_belle [ Message 207 ]

~*Dahila nods slowly, turning away from Belle and rising from the bed. She knew that she'd had every right to do what she just did to Belle. She was her Sire. Her childe had defied her and it was her right to show her her place. But why it made her sick to her stomach...she did not know.*~

~*Walking across the room, Dahlia slips into the bathroom and shuts the door quietly. Stepping into the shower, she turns the water, letting the hot water wash away the bitterness still lingering within her..*~

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Apr-8-2002 8:07 PM Message 220 of 523

Subject: Comfortable Surroundings {Aradia w/Virani}

From: Josephine_Maia

Reply to: litaliamarie [ Message 215 ]

Aradia enters her bedroom with Virani following. They walk past the large canopied bed, and Aradia takes a seat at one end of the plush sofa facing the empty, dark fireplace in the far wall of the room. She stares for a moment at the cold hearth.

Finally finding her voice, Aradia explains: "You know I sometimes have premonitions. Earlier this evening I met a woman in this house --- a different woman, although she had a resemblance to that girl in your bed --- and when I touched her hand, I had a series of powerful visions.... Many of them were violent and bloody scenes. But what makes it all especially disturbing is that the emotions associated with them are so... so horrible... so horribly inappropriate.�

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Apr-9-2002 7:43 AM Message 221 of 523

Subject: Opening Bid [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 218 ]

Guillaume smiles patiently as Narcissa debates herself about the possibility of immortal beings. But he sees in Narcissa�s eyes that her mind has accepted the fundamental truth about him, even as her intellect struggles to reject facts contrary to a lifetime�s acquired preconceptions.

He feels a corresponding tension in her body, as the flight instinct spurred by subconscious recognition of his predatory nature barely overcomes Narcissa�s intense desire caused by the dose of Guillaume�s essence already pumping through her veins.

For a moment, Guillaume holds her in place, and her resistence wanes until she is again on the verge of surrendering to him. He then allows the hand set in the small of her back to slowly fall away, gently sliding his palm down across the thin fabric tightly covering her buttocks. When his fingers finally brush the warm bare skin on the back of her thigh, he brings his hand back to his side.

His gaze bores into her eyes, but his smile remains sympathetic. "Now I think you are beginning to understand the sort of refuge Dahlia and I can offer against the dangers you face back home. It is a rare and precious opportunity. But as with anything valuable, there is a price....�

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Apr-9-2002 12:18 PM Message 222 of 523

Subject: Counter Offer

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 221 ]

::The touch of his fingertip against her bare flesh nearly melts her in his embrace. She closes her eyes in obvious pleasure as his hand moves down her body to the back of her thigh. But just as quickly as he hand caresses her, it is taken away, again leaving her with undying tension between her legs. Her hands drop back to her side as he speaks and her mind is racing. Logic is telling her that vampires don't exist, but then again logic didn't exactly come to mind when she came here. She questions everything now, especially her thoughts about Belle, and wonders what exactly there is to sacrifice.::

"Guillaume....I want the protection...I need the protection. But why should I believe you are what you say you are? How can you prove it to me? And what exactly are these sacrificies?"

::Her strong feelings for him are increased as she speaks and the thoughts of being eternal like him excite her. Darkness is no stranger to her as she spent most of her days sleeping in and staying up all night::

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Apr-10-2002 7:58 AM Message 223 of 523

Subject: Nonnegotiable [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 222 ]

Guillaume sighs dramatically at Narcissa�s questions, even while privately recognizing their prudence.

"If I must prove anything to you still,� he begins softly, "then perhaps you are not ready, or even fitting, to join us.�

He turns and moves back to the sofa. He sits casually and comfortably, leaning back with his legs outstretched. Guillaume�s left arm rests on the cushion at his side, his right arm lies across the back of the sofa. His whole posture is open, even inviting.

"As for the cost of the secure immortality we offer you,� he continues. "It is not so dear as legends would have you believe. In exchange for heightened sensuality, you must never expose yourself to sunlight... no more walks through the meadow on a warm summer morning. And nature has compensated for our longevity by almost entirely eliminating our fertility. While it is technically possible for my people to bear children, it is also extremely rare. We generally employ a different method to increase our numbers. Also, truth be told, immortality has a more oppressive, but less definable, disadvantage. When you mark your life in centuries, even millennia, much of the excitement and drive of human existence falls away. With safety and stability often comes complacency... even ennui. That�s the worst of all.�

Guillaume shakes his head slightly, then a wide smile graces his face. In the dim, flickering firelight, Narcissa is uncertain, but it looks as if his eye teeth are unusually long and sharp. He stretches, spreading his arms wider, physically and symbolically opening himself further to her.

Still grinning, he raises one eyebrow and asks, "Do you remain interested?�

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Apr-10-2002 8:12 AM Message 224 of 523

Subject: {Virani w/Aradia}

From: litaliamarie

Reply to: Josephine_Maia [ Message 220 ]

Virani follows Aradia's gave to the empty hearth and stares at it as Aradia explains to her the things she saw earlier.

"...But what makes it all especially disturbing is that the emotions associated with them are so...so horrible... so horribly inappropriate.�

"I am afraid I do not understand what you mean." She looks up at Aradia, then concentrates on setting a few pieces of wood in the hearth and striking the stubborn match in her hands. When it finally lights and catches to the wood, she stares at the flames, drifting slightly into her past. Virani blinks and looks away from the fire swallowing the wood in a warm embrace. "Please, continue."

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Apr-10-2002 8:57 AM Message 225 of 523

Subject: Total interest

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 223 ]

::She looks downtrodden as he walks away and back to the couch. She did not want him to walk away from her, but his mannerisms are inviting and open to her, which is just as well. She feels almost linked to him by some invisible chain and is forced to join him at the couch. She sits next to him and curls her legs up under her facing his left side. She props her head against her hand which is resting on the back of the couch. She definately sees his fangs and is convinced of what he is. She listens carefully to his warning, but is distracted when he speaks of heightened sensuality.::

"Sensuality? I feel that way now! Have I been bitten already?"

::She looks to the fire for a moment then back to Guillaume and lowers her voice. Her tone is serious and reflective of her desperation::

"So much of what you're saying I need to sacrifice is meaningless to me anyways. I want the protection."

::A sudden rush of passion rises within in her and she leans in close pressing her upper body against his shoulder and whispers quietly in his ear.::

"I am ready for this. I want to be what you are."

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Apr-11-2002 7:39 AM Message 226 of 523

Subject: Closing the Deal [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 225 ]

Narcissa leans in close to bring her lips to Guillaume�s ear. He relishes one last time the warmth of her mortal body as her breast presses invitingly against his shoulder.

"I am ready for this,� she whispers, her breath hot against his neck. "I want to be what you are.�

"And so you shall,� Guillaume growls seductively.

He turns his head and kisses her lips, gently at first, but with rising passion as his hands caress her firm body, the tight fabric of her dress only facilitating the ease with which his fingers find her most erogenous places. He slips his arm round her waist and lifts, so that Narcissa is kneeling next to him on the couch, bringing her throat level with his mouth.

As Guillaume gently kisses the tender skin below Narcissa�s jaw, he softly speaks, unnecessarily reassuring her as to the reasons for his next actions. "There is a tradition --- timeless, as far as I know --- designed, I suppose, to lessen the pain of the transference... and, perhaps, to cement the bond between Sire and Chylde, at least in those instances when they are of the opposite sex....�

Narcissa sighs as Guillaume�s right hand slides up the bare skin of her inner thigh; she gasps when it reaches its destination. After so long a wait, her intimate folds readily part for him, and she mews slightly when his finger does not explore her deepest longing, but rather slowly follows the sodden line up toward her most susceptible point. Guillaume�s fingertip reaches this exposed summit --- Narcissa moans, in a luscious combination of sharp ecstacy and sweet pain --- in the same instant that Guillaume�s fangs pierce Narcissa�s jugular, and her warm blood streams into his waiting mouth.

Apr-11-2002 8:10 AM Message 227 of 523

Subject: The agony and the ecstacy

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 226 ]

::Finally...his touch sends a searing passion through every inch of her body. His kiss seals her fate to live eternally like he does. His touch is cool against her hot skin, but his lips are warm and she returns the passion two fold. As he sets her up on her knees, she readily parts her legs having waited so long for this release...especially from him. As he fondles her body, she arches her back, his lips pressed hard against her neck. She barely even hears a word he speaks as his fingers find the spot where the pressure has built up the most. The throbbing is eternal, much as her life shall be. The life in her ready to be snuffed out like a dying flame on a worn out candle, only to be rekindled in a new shape...a new form....a new vampire. Her moans are soft, yet powerful...more powerful then they've ever been as she has never felt a touch like his before. She has always liked the rough raw passion of sexual desire, but tonight is different. It is animal, yet so tender...he knows exactly what to do to her, and she grinds against his touch to the brink of ecstacy. His words come and go, but they do not matter. What matters right now is her satisfaction that she has been longing for hours now. She comes closer and closer, finally letting out louder and louder gasps, until the final passionate release is found and at the same time, his fangs bury deep into her skin, piercing the very vein the sustains her life. She screams out in agony, but the rush of orgasm is so strong, the pain is meaningless and she presses tight against him, feeling the last bit of release, last bit of humanity drain from her body. She is soon to be lost in a vampiric coma to await her transformation. The last words slips from her mouth in a soft sigh of pleasure, pain, and devotion...::

"Oh Guillaume...take me...take me...."

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Apr-11-2002 2:37 PM Message 228 of 523

Subject: Potential Embarrassment [Laura]

From: Laura_Junius

Reply to: goddessT [ Message 216 ]

After her bath, Laura takes her time, drying herself thoroughly before putting her nightie back on. It is not until she goes to switch off the bathroom light that she realizes she had accidently left the door to Tricia�s bedroom slightly ajar. Horrified that Tricia might have heard what she was doing in the tub, Laura stands frozen, her finger still on the light switch, unsure what to do. She hears nothing from Tricia�s room, and hopes that her friend simply went to bed, and had no opportunity to witness Laura�s indiscretion. Needing to confirm that everything is alright, Laura turns off the bathroom light and opens the door.

Laura�s eyes adjust to the dark, and she discerns Tricia�s shape in the bed, her chest rising and falling with steady, deep breaths under the covers. She appears soundly asleep, much to Laura�s relief. But just to make sure --- and hoping to get no answer --- Laura whispers very softly, "Tricia, are you awake?�

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Apr-12-2002 8:13 AM Message 229 of 523

Subject: Finale [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 227 ]

The last mortal blood of a willing Chylde --- not tainted with the panicked adrenaline of prey --- is the purest vampire delicacy. Guillaume can count on one hand the number of times he has enjoyed it. Each time is better than the last, and Narcissa proves no exception to that rule.

"Oh, Guillaume! Take me... Take me...� Narcissa groans just before falling faint from her overwhelming emotional and physical consummation fueled by too little blood. Guillaume drinks a little more, then kisses the wound in her throat, inducing it to heal.

"I have, my darling,� he whispers. "I have.�

He slides out from under her limp body and gently lays her on the couch.

"Now you must partake of me,� he tells her. Her carefully parts Narcissa�s bluing lips and white teeth with his right hand, as he gashes his left wrist with his own fangs. He presses the wound to her mouth.

"DRINK!� he shouts near her ear. "You must drink to live!�

She immediately begins to suckle, filing her stomach with his blood. When he is certain she has had enough, and then a little more, Guillaume withdraws his hand. Narcissa whimpers slightly, then returns to deep unconsciousness.

The strength of his essence within her, now scarcely diluted by her little remaining blood, is sufficient to sustain her for several hours despite what otherwise would have been a quickly fatal desanguination. Just as importantly, it will initiate her transformation, beginning with her stomach, such that she will be ready to make use of her first prey by the time Guillaume brings it to her.

Guillaume pulls a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wipes the gore from Narcissa�s chin. He kisses her pallid lips, then says softly, "I shall return presently with your first feast. Then, my dearest, it will be time for us to begin your new, wondrous life!�

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Apr-12-2002 8:29 AM Message 230 of 523

Subject: A new life

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 229 ]

::having said her last words, she slips into unconsciousness, but it is not a dark damp place 6 ft under. Instead, all the things that rang true in her living life pass before her eyes. Her 5th birthday, the many vacations with her family, running away from home, and the last desperate moments that brought her to the Kiss in the first place. She is unable to snap back to consciousness and falls languidly into death knowing that perhaps, for one brief moment, she felt satsified and loved during her last breaths. A few moments later, hot metal tasting liquid fills her mouth...it's a taste like none other. Sweet, salty, hot, cool....delicious. She does partake of Guillaume's blood, but not lightly. She suckles on his wrist, but perhaps a bit to his surprise, she is voracious...unyielding. She wants more..more..his blood gives her more life then she ever could have imagined, and all within her unconsciousness. When it's done, she tries to mouth words, but is unable. How desperately she wants to thank him, but instead falls into a deep sleep. Her devotion to him sealed...her love for him sealed...her immortality sealed.::

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