May-13-2002 1:13 PM Message 291 of 523

Subject: The newest member

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Josephine_Maia [ Message 290 ]

::The day was long as the air outside was warming and the flowers blooming in the forest surrounding the Crimson Kiss. Light breezes pressed themselves against the manor house causing whispers to enter and leave some rooms with the blink of an eye. The sun was setting, the dim light of dusk began to creep away to the darkness of night. In a few days the full moon would rise, bringing with it new adventures for all.

She felt the effects of slumber wearing away and her eyes opened with ease on this day. The past few nights had brought nothing but uneasy sleep, but this day brought her deep sleep and relaxation that she yearned for. She felt rejuvenated and ready to take on any challenges this new underground life brought for her. The pangs of a new hunger struck her, but she was not hungry for blood or sex...she wasn't quite sure what this feeling was, but she was quite sure she'd know soon enough.

She kept still merely moving her head to look at Guillaume. His features are handsome, yet a bit rugged. She recalled in her mind his tale of how he became a vampire, and wondered of his knightly adventures. She rolled quietly and kissed his forehead offering the affections which she craved herself. She sat up and stretched her arms, desperately wishing to watch the sun go down, but heeding his words with caution. She just kept her position on the bed watching the little strands of light slowly disappear behind a heavy curtain.

She stretched out her feet and ran her fingertips up and down each arm enjoying the new sensations of her skin. She rubbed her neck, slowly massaging the skin and letting long curls fall behind her. She figured her rustling about would walk Guillaume, but she would let him wake on his own this night, for he would have to answer so many questions and show her so many things on this night. So much so that she wonders if even she has the energy to keep up with all the things needed for survival in this life.::

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May-14-2002 11:17 AM Message 292 of 523

Subject: ...And the mists parted

From: Orah

Reply to: Orah [ Message 280 ]

Her eyes opened. The shrieking of the human had faded to a dull mutter. The Selkie sat up and looked around. With a faint shiver she felt her way to the floor and began to crawl toward the door. What had been an unpleasant experience to begin with would only get worse if she stood up and then fell over. She changed her mind about direction. If she ate now, she would only be sick later. She crawled into the bathroom and stripped. She ran the tub full of cold water, and sat on the floor with her head in it until the worst of the pounding had subsided, then she heaved herself in for a soak, and in order to think better. She had known when she tried it that she was probably too exhausetd from healing her Mistress to successfully work a binding on a Witch of the caliber that those three women obviously were, but she had sensed a weakness, a darkness in the other woman that she had known she could work around, wriggle the spell in through, manipulate and exploit, but she had underestimated just how exhausted the healing of her Mistress had left her. The spell had missed, and the backlash had been terrible. The Selkie crawled out of the tub. Not bothering to dry off or dress, she stumbled back into the other room and onto the bed where she curled up into a small, tight ball, and cuddled up to the pillow of the strange, sick woman. She was tired, and knew that eventually she would sleep. She wanted conforting, but the inanimate objects that were all she had been left with had none to give. Her cold, salty tears began to soak through the pillowslip.

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May-14-2002 9:04 AM Message 293 of 523

Subject: Rediscovered Pleasure [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 291 ]

Guillaume wakes as the last sliver of sun slips below the horizon. He is immediately aware of Narcissa sitting in bed next to him. It does not surprise him that she has awoken first, even before the sun fully set. She has been Kindred for less than twenty-four hours, and has not yet adjusted fully to a nocturnal existence.

What does surprise him is just how fulfilling and pleasing he finds again sharing his bed with one of his own kind. While the passionate attention of a devoted mortal has its undeniable appeals, it could never compare with the companionship of an equal. Guillaume wonders how he could have forgotten the unique delight of love between vampires, and is grateful to Narcissa for the reminder.

Guillaume opens his eyes, and smiles upon finding that Narcissa has been watching him sleep.

"Good evening," is all he says as he sits up. Before she can answer, he kisses and embraces her. The kiss lingers as the fingers of Guillaume's left hand trace complex patterns down Narcissa's spine, while his right palm glides slowly up her thigh.

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May-14-2002 9:37 AM Message 294 of 523

Subject: Wearing a new skin

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 293 ]

::She turns as Guilluame wakes up wishing upon her a good evening. A wicked smile parts her lips as she leans back into his embrace. She whispers coyly as his fingers start to explore her new body.::

"Oh I'm sure it will be a good evening."

::His fingertips against her cool skin arouse her once again as if she is addicted to his touch. Her legs automatically part with one leg hanging off the bed and the other wrapped in silken sheets. The sensations she now feels is almost undescribable. His touch against her skin is magnified from the simple pleasures of a warm touch to that of unbridled ecstacy...and just from a mere touch! She leans back and rests on her elbows leaning her head back. The longing moans once again fill her throat as his fingers move further up her thighs. Her voice is drenched with sexual excitement as she speaks.::

"Oh Guillaume...I didn't know it could feel like this. Am I going to be this excited whenever anyone touches me or is just you?"

::She reaches to him gripping his shoulder as the waves of pleasure continue to strengthen as he seems to find the sweetest spot between her legs. She desperately wants the commitment of satisfaction right now, but she also knows they have so much to discuss. But his touch...his touch...it's so inviting, so loving and best yet, so erotic. She lets him take the lead on what he wants to do, as her fate and her knowledge completely lies in his hands.::

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May-14-2002 11:22 AM Message 295 of 523

Subject: RE: ...And the mists parted

From: Orah

Reply to: Orah [ Message 292 ]

She must have slept. It was dark now, and the room was getting chill with no fire in the fireplace. The Selkie felt lethargic, and oddly depressed. She sat up, pulling the unconscious woman's pillow into her lap and picking at a stray thread she found, in much the same way that a traumatized child sometimes picks at an unwanted toy in order to occupy herself. She wanted to leave the room, but she didn't want to leave by herself, a little afraid of what other mistakes she might make in the company of these excitable people. She wished that someone would come and get her. Already, she wanted to see her Mistress again. She shivered with an inner chill and hugged the unresponsive pillow to her.

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May-15-2002 9:29 AM Message 297 of 523

Subject: A Matter of Degree [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 294 ]

"Oh, Guillaume," Narcissa sighs breathlessly as the vampire's right hand nears the top of her thigh. "I didn't know it could feel like this. Am I going to be this excited whenever anyone touches me, or is just you?"

Guillaume does not answer until his fingers have reached that bit of flesh that caps a woman's ecstasies. He strokes it gently with a fingertip, as if to punctuate his words.

"Pleasure... Pain... Revulsion... Desire... The fundamental sensations and emotions will not have changed for you. Rather, you will now simply feel them with far greater intensity." Narcissa gasps when the pace and pressure from his fingertip increases, even as Guillaume continues speaking. "And as much as I'd like to claim that I'm the only one who could make you feel this...." Guillaume's finger now moves very rapidly. "...The fact is your reactions to touch will depend on your emotions, just as they did as a mortal."

Narcissa's eyes close and her head lolls back as Guillaume whispers, his lips brushing her ears, "You find pleasure in my caress because of our love for one another. As for the touch of others..." The moment before Narcissa would have reached the physical and emotional pinnacle to which Guillaume's deft petting seemed destined to lead her, Guillaume's fingertip breaks contact and his hand slides back down her thigh. "You will find pleasure in the touch of someone you like or find attractive... and be apathetic or repulsed by the touch with those you dislike... just as I'm sure happened in your life before. But because of the new intensity of those reactions, it will be much harder to resist the temptations -- be they for pleasure or violence -- that arise with those feelings of human contact. With our strength and other capabilities, our kind needs extraordinary self-control in order not to succumb to every desire that presents itself...."

Guillaume's hand has returned up Narcissa's thigh, and he again briefly teases her most intimate places. Then, with a playful grin, he falls back onto the mattress, pulling her over to sit on top of him, straddling his hips.

"But you need not worry about self-restraint just now, my dear," Guillaume concludes as he positions himself beneath her. "In fact, I think you must explore your new sensations before you try to control them. For the time being, just as a learning exercise of course," he adds with a chuckle, "I believe it would be best if you simply surrender yourself entirely to your desires and emotions...."

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May-15-2002 10:14 AM Message 298 of 523

Subject: Restraint or wicked streak?

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 297 ]

::She writhes and moans next to him as his fingertips massage the most sensitive part of her body. She arches her back, but is careful to listen to the answer to her question. She cannot help but try to spread her legs as far apart as possible, for the pleasure his fingers bring to her are nothing less than pure delight. His teasing is making her wild and when he pulls his hand away, she rolls to her side, begging with her eyes, for him to continue. But instead, he rolls over and places her on top of him.::

"Is it best for me to succumb Guillaume...or for you?"

::She laughs and steadily grinds her hips against him in a slow methodical manner. Their light mood turns serious as she places herself down upon him grinding harder and harder. Her moans are strengthening and she digs her fingernails into his chest as their passion continues. She moves like a seasoned player with him as he penetrates deeper inside. She leans down kissing up his chest and to his neck exposing what little fang she has right now. She continues to grind and push against him working to please both of their libidos, and strong ones they are. His moans are mixed with hers and as the pinnacle for both of them starts to climax, she just as suddenly stops, as he did, and climbs off to sit next to him. Her breathing is rapid as is his, and she so desperately wants release, but the wicked nature overcomes her and the tease has only just begun. Her voice turns demonically evil, yet delightfully playful towards him.::

"If you think for one minute I will learn control, then you are sadly mistaken my love."

::She laughs and rolls back flipping her long locks across the pillow::

"I've got a boatload of souls that need to be tortured and I'm certainly not going to let any 'restraints' hold me back."

::The inherent danger in her words is apparent to him, and it is quite obvious that it will take his strength to control her and keep her from destroying herself::

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May-15-2002 5:44 PM Message 299 of 523

Subject: Replay [Belladonna]

From: cyberian_belle

Reply to: Vampiress_Dahlia [ Message 296 ]

As the sun sets outside, Belle wakes smiling. The memory of pleasing Dahlia that morning remains fresh in her mind. After two long nights on an emotional roller-coaster, they had fallen asleep in each others' arms, scant minutes after Belle had shown her love to Dahlia in the most physically explicit way Belle knew.

Belle sits up and takes a moment to admire the extraordinary beauty of Dahlia, still sleeping beside her. She is nude, covered only by a single satin sheet, pulled up no higher than her hips. Belle's gaze wanders down from Dahlia's lovely face, over her full, firm breasts and past her narrow waist. Belle's grin broadens as she pulls away the sheet, leaving her lover completely naked.

She decides to awaken Dahlia in the same way she helped her find relaxation for sleep the previous morning. She slips over to lay on her stomach between Dahlia's legs. Belle's mouth retains its smile as she places her first kiss of the evening on Dahlia's most sensitive flesh.

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May-16-2002 8:46 AM Message 300 of 523

Subject: Priorities [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 298 ]

"If you think for one minute I will learn control, then you are sadly mistaken my love," Narcissa purrs as she lays back on the mattress and again opens her legs to Guillaume. "I've got a boatload of souls that need to be tortured and I'm certainly not going to let any 'restraints' hold me back."

Guillaume finds the contrast between the cruel violence of her words, and the soft and seductive sensuality of her voice when saying them, to be troubling and yet simultaneously alluring. Guillaume realizes he will need to explain to Narcissa the care vampires must take in choosing their prey. There are billions of humans in the world, against a comparative handful of Kindred. A vampire cannot allow vengeance or any other emotional motivation cause a choice of victim that will unduly call the attention of mortal authorities.

But that lesson can wait. More pressing priorities present themselves, which Guillaume can see Narcissa likewise feels demand his immediate attention. Guillaume moves on top of Narcissa to complete the urgent task at hand.

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May-16-2002 12:38 PM Message 301 of 523

Subject: A good evening indeed

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 300 ]

::She really wanted to tease him and not allow him to finish the task at hand, but she gives in to the demands both of them have to finish off one another before starting the new evening. Again their passion is incomparable to anything she's ever felt before and the longing she has to just lay in bed all night with him is set aside for more pressing priorities. As they both finish letting out final moans of release, she lays with him moments longer lingering the tastes and smells of their lovemaking for the night. She takes a deep breath and is renewed with energy, ready to go downstairs and face everyone who has already seen her as a mortal. She sits up and actually does think about the witches as she gets dressed.::

"Guillaume...what do you know about the witches that are staying here? I met them last night, but they ran away from me."

::She asks him as she slips a pair of torn denim short shorts over her hips. Without even putting on any undergarments, she slips on a mesh cut off shirt that clearly leaves nothing to the imagination and a black suede vest over it buttoning only 2 buttons that barely cover her breasts. She sits on the edge of the bed while deciding on a pair of shoes.::

"I wanted to talk to them, but they seemed to scatter rather quickly. I'm not sure if it was something I did or not..."

::She stops and looks at him, with a curiously innocent gaze as he gets dressed asking him yet another question.::

"Should I be hungry right now? Cuz I think I am."

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May-17-2002 8:56 AM Message 303 of 523

Subject: Preparation for Partnership [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 301 ]

"As two groups that have long faced similar forms of persecution at the hands of ordinary humans," Guillaume addresses Narcissa's questions as he too begins to dress. "There has long been an... hmmm.... 'Alliance' is too strong of a term. 'Accommodation' or 'understanding' might do better.... There has been an understanding between the Kindred and certain Orders of witchcraft that we will band together to provide each other succor in times of crisis."

He has chosen for the evening sturdy khaki slacks, a white cotton shirt, and a tan safari jacket.

"There is every reason to suspect that now is such a time," Guillaume explains as he slips his feet into a pair of thick socks. "The dawn of a millennium... Unprecedented technological innovation... A plethora of new religions, some rediscovering the languid Old Gods, others redefining the supposed One God. Such times are especially perilous for those such us, whom the mortals consider 'supernatural,' even 'evil.' I suspect these witches recognize this as well, and have come here for Sanctuary."

Guillaume pulls sturdy brown leather boots from the well-traveled trunk now at the foot of the bed. He notices Narcissa reviewing her choice of footwear.

"I recommend something comfortable for walking," Guillaume tells her. "It's time you start attenuating your heightening senses to something besides carnal delights... not that I object to the emphasis you've placed on those," he adds with an earthy chuckle. "I suggest we take a walk in the forest and let you start to develop your predatory instincts. It's odd that you should feel hungry already, and you really should not have too much human blood at first. It risks diluting the Kindred essence still fueling your transformation. But Belladonna has informed me of a potentially risky situation and I want to look into it myself; and perhaps while we are out we might just have the opportunity to find you a... Well, to find you a snack."

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May-17-2002 11:40 AM Message 304 of 523

Subject: A time to hunt

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 303 ]

::She continues to eye what shoes to wear and decides on her traveling boots, the ones she showed up in, for their trek through the woods. She slips them on and wonders if her skimpy outfit is enough to protect her from the elements, with the thoughts of her immortality slipping away momentarily. During that moment she wonders of cold, bug bites, poison ivy and the likes, but dismisses it having forgotten what she is.::

"It's hard to forget I'm not human anymore. I guess it's something I really need to get used to...and fast."

::He finishes dressing and offers his hand to hers to lead her down the stairs. She contemplates his words of crisis for their kind, but doesn't think too much of it as they head for the door.::

"I don't know Guillaume...I mean...I doubt we and the witches are in any kind of crisis. I think the human race, and I say this because I was just one, is more intent on destroying itself then looking for the likes of us."

::She pauses for a moment with him, in what seems to be a wonderfully tiled foyer, before continuing into the night air. He's already cracked the door and an early evening spring breeze has touched her face and skin. She takes a long breath feeling the exotically warm breeze tease her skin.::

"Hell...if you ask me...I think our kind was more in danger 100 years ago more than it is now. I think people out there would worship us if we promised salvation and safety."

::They slip outside and he leads her to the edge of the woods before stopping and gazing into the blackened forest, but she continues on.::

"I don't know the last time you stepped out and about Guillaume, but it is a harsh harsh world out there. Even with the technology to make lives better, it seems like things are getting worse for mankind."

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May-19-2002 4:47 PM Message 305 of 523

Subject: Perseverance {Aradia w/ Shannon}

From: Josephine_Maia

Reply to: Josephine_Maia [ Message 290 ]

Aradia knows from the lack of any light seeping around the window shades that she has slept past nightfall. She sits up and switches on the small lamp on the stand next to her bed. She sees that the red-haired girl remains unconscious on the couch where they had left her.

If any further emergency had arisen, Selah and Stardust would have awakened Aradia. So she decides she can afford the time to bathe before she goes to discover how her cousins have fared during her rest.

Naked, she gets out of bed and enters her bathroom. She scowls at her drawn and pale countenance, highlighting the nearly healed gash on her left cheek. The wound will leave a crescent shaped scar unless measures are taken to remedy it soon. Aradia plans to give that option a lot of thought before acting. She is always hesitant to employ magic for her own, private benefit.

Making the water as hot as she can bear, Aradia fills the tub, then settles into it for a reinvigorating bath.

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May-20-2002 8:38 AM Message 306 of 525

Subject: Promenade [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 304 ]

"I don't know the last time you stepped out and about Guillaume, but it is a harsh, harsh world out there," Narcissa says. "Even with the technology to make lives better, it seems like things are getting worse for mankind."

"Indeed," Guillaume muses. "I'll admit I have spent most of this so-called 'Modern Era' in relative seclusion, but I fully appreciate the trends of which you speak. Do not forget, my home has been in the line of fire of two of mankind's world wars during just this past century. My point is that these times of social and political stress among humanity present particular dangers to us as well... but also, of course, singular opportunities."

He takes her hand and leads her to a nearly invisible path into the dense woods. "But there is no need to burden ourselves with such weighty matters on your first full night of immortality," he concludes while they begin moving faster among the trees. "Let's not talk for a bit... Just enjoy our walk... Give yourself to the sights, sounds and smells of the forest. I daresay you will appreciate this hike unlike any you have ever taken before."

The speed with which they cross the wooded terrain amazes Narcissa, despite the fact that it feels as if they move at a leisurely stroll. Every now an then, they stop, Guillaume draws a few deep breaths through his nose, and they begin walking again, often with a slight change in direction. Soon, they have reached the edge of an inland lake. A large Victorian house stands near the shore, about a hundred yards upwind of them. Guillaume again sniffs the breeze, and Narcissa sees him frown slightly.

Nonetheless, he smiles broadly when he then turns to speak to her. "I trust you have so far enjoyed our little walk.... But how would you like to stop for a some refreshment?"

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May-20-2002 11:41 AM Message 307 of 525

Subject: A brisk journey

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 306 ]

::They walk rapidly through the forest, but it all seems like it's standing still. The night colors of the forest that she sees are hues of dark blue, greens, and reflections of the stars seem to bounce off every leaf. They walk through a sea of reflections, or what seem to be, but in reality, the forest is nearly pitch black. The silence is golden to her as they share these moments together. As she rapidly gains her strengths and wit about being immortal, she's not sure how many more of these moments they will be able to share. The entire forest smells of rotting leaves, small animals and fresh dew on the tallest trees...like a forest should, but it seems all brand new to her.

As they reach the waters edge, she notices the apparent disdain on his face, but says nothing to question it. She moves her gaze with his across the lake and notices the old house. She wonders exactly how far they've gone from the Kiss having not paid much attention.::

"Are we going to that house?"

::She asks curiously, but antipates with excitement what they might find inside. Perhaps it will be opportunity for her to hone her own skills of hunting, or perhaps something better. Still holding his hand, she presses herself tighter against him, her cool skin warms against.::

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May-20-2002 12:27 PM Message 308 of 525

Subject: Still Alone

From: Orah

Reply to: Orah [ Message 295 ]

She must have slept again, as when next the Selkie took note of her surroundings it was dark in the room. She didn't need much light to see by, but she lit a small fire in the air. Something to do. She didn't try to leave, and it had taken her so long to think about leaving in the first place that she was sure the Witches had done something to discourage it, they wanted her right here. But she was lonely, and hungry, and afraid. Trying to keep her mind off the predicament that her human half had gotten her into, the Selkie began to play with the little glowing white flames that she had created, weaving nets, shaping fantastic floral swirls and whorls, splendid sets of nested spirals, and whole flocks of moth-shaped Flame-entities. She was so absorbed in keeping herself busy to keep herself from thinking about all that had gone wrong with her attempt to protect and find a place of safety for Pyry, somewhere where they could integrate slowly and as peacefully as possible, that she didn't notice the cold, oily tears that crept down her cheeks, did not hear the low sound of misery that escaped her throat.

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May-21-2002 8:53 AM Message 309 of 525

Subject: House Call [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 307 ]

"Are we going to that house?" Narcissa asks, pointing to the large, lake-front dwelling.

"Yes," Guillaume replies. "Two nights ago, Belladonna told me she had visited two friends, and had inadvertently introduced her saliva into a slight wound one girl had suffered. Lest you ever make the same mistake, let me tell you now what Dahlia should have told Belladonna, and undoubtably would have done if that impetuous Chylde had not snuck out of the manor without her Mistress' knowledge."

Guillaume sits down on a large stump and pulls Narcissa into his lap. Automatically, almost instinctively, his hands caress her body, rubbing her back, stroking her thigh. Thus, his lesson comes not like a lecture from teacher to student, but rather as intimate knowledge shared between lovers. "A Kindred's vital fluids -- blood and saliva -- are suffused with that vampire's essence, a substance you may know by its modern, human label of 'DNA.' If a vampire's essence enters a human's blood, it has a significant and irreversible effect on the mortal. Our essence is addictive to a mortal. Any mortal with your essence in her blood will crave you like an opium smoker needs the pipe... only worse, because there is none of the wasting and lethargy caused by a drug. Rather, your essence will only make her stronger... more sensual. There is a woman in that house over there who has had Belladonna's essence in her blood for the past forty-eight hours... without even the temporary relief of seeing the object of her obsession. By now, she must be nearly insane with emotional longing and sexual desire for Belladonna. It was for that reason that I was able to find this place."

Guillaume sees the questions in Narcissa's eyes, and decides it is best to address the most immediate one. "Oddly enough, I followed Belladonna's own scent here, although it was not really coming from her." He dramatically sniffs the warm springtime breeze before continuing. "Close your eyes and take a deep breath. You should be able to discern the scent of the two women, especially because both are... hmm.... Let us say 'very agitated,' to put it politely. I doubt that your senses are yet sufficiently honed to detect this, but one of the aromas -- that of the more, um... stimulated girl -- also contains an undertone of Belladonna's scent. That is because Belladonna's essence has already permeated the poor girl's system. It is only natural that she should be suffering a profound... well... frustration by now. But I find it curious, even intriguing, that her companion's scent reveals a similar, albeit less acute, distress."

Guillaume shrugs. "In fact, it is actually because of this second girl, the one not under Belladonna's influence, that I felt it necessary to come here tonight. The one filled with Belladonna's essence presents no danger. Eventually -- it might take a week or two, almost certainly no more than a month -- she would find her way to Crimson Kiss manor, drawn there instinctively by her need for Belladonna. In the meantime, however, her companion would certainly have noticed her increasingly manic behavior, and might bring the situation to the attention of local medical and civil authorities. As well hidden and protected as Crimson Kiss may be, we don't need that kind of official inquiry."

Guillaume cocks his head and grins playfully at Narcissa as he finishes. "So... for the sake of all Kindred, we must do something to bring this situation entirely under our control."

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May-21-2002 9:32 AM Message 310 of 525

Subject: An interesting tale

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 309 ]

::She relishes sitting on his lap letting his hands explore her body. Just his touch, even in these surroundings excites her and she straddles over his lap facing him. As his hands rub her thighs she inadvertantly moves her hips slightly enjoying the stimulation that she knows won't be taken care of..at least not yet. She listens intently as he mentions Belle recalling her adventures she had just a few nights ago with her. Her gaze wanders to the house then back to him as he speaks about the women. She recalls sitting alone for a while at the Kiss that night, and it now comes to her that's where Belle went.

As per his instructions, she takes a long deep breath trying to determine the scent he speaks of. The power of the scent is overwhelming being as they are so far away. First she smells Belle...it's familiar as she has the scent from first hand experience...then she smells the other feminine scents. It is so clear it is almost as if it is right in front of them. Clearly the women are stimulated and excited. The look on her face explains her reaction to him. She is more shocked that she can smell them from such a distance than actually recognizing the scents.::

"What would happen if this girl never found the Kiss or Belle?"

::She pretty much figures out what would happen, as the woman would probably lose her mind, but she just wants confirmation from Guillaume. It seems almost impossible that someone would lose their mind because of sexual frustration, but then again, nothing seems truly impossible to her now.::

"When we get to the house, what is it exactly that we are going to do?"

::Again she massages herself against him anticipating their role with these two women. She is quite certain that their sexual satisfaction might be first on the agenda, and in a strange way, this only adds to her excitement.::

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May-22-2002 8:37 AM Message 311 of 525

Subject: Desperate Desire [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 310 ]

Guillaume grins appreciatively when Narcissa turns on his lap to face him, straddling his thighs, while he explains the desperate condition which Belladonna has inadvertently inflicted upon one of her friends from her prior, mortal life, and why that hapless girl's unaffected companion must herself be brought under control.

"What would happen if this girl never found the Kiss or Belle?" Narcissa asks. "When we get to the house, what is it exactly that we are going to do?"

"If she goes too long without the company of Belladonna, the girl's addiction would go unsated. She would eventually go mad and ultimately perish," Guillaume explains. "That would be fine, or it might be best for the girl to become prey, except for two complications. The first problem is that Belle would not allow it. She told me she wanted her friend to return to her own, mortal life; but that is impossible. The effect of vampire essence in human blood is irreversible."

Guillaume sighs at the memory of Belladonna's despair upon learning that she had sealed her friend's fate to darkness or death. "The second problem is that the girl is not alone, and her companion is not under the influence of any essence. As her friend's condition grows worse, she might take her to hospital. If that led to an official investigation.... Well, we probably would not be in any danger, but Dahlia would likely have to abandon Crimson Kiss and reestablish her Sanctuary elsewhere. She has not been here that long and I'm sure she has no desire to do so."

Guillaume closes his eyes and takes a deep, unsteady breath. Narcissa continues rocking rhythmically in his lap. The musky scent of her own arousal mixes into a most alluring melange with the fainter aroma of the two women in the house. He kisses Narcissa passionately as his hands slide over the rear of her denim shorts. Spreading his fingertips, he grasps the firm flesh of her buttocks as he pulls her hips tightly against his own.

After a moment, Narcissa breaks the kiss and leans back, smiling teasingly, but her voice is hoarse and breathy. "I ask again.... What exactly are we are going to do?"

"Oh, not very much for now," Guillaume whispers, himself panting lightly. His hands again begin to caress Narcissa's body. "We will just make sure Belle's friend and her companion remain distracted, and disinclined to wander away from the vicinity of Crimson Kiss." Guillaume's left hand slips inside Narcissa's vest and under her bouse to stroke her breasts, while his other hand toys with the brass top button on her shorts. "But first, while I know we just had a long walk, I think we might enjoy a little more exercise out her in the fresh nighttime air."

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May-22-2002 1:13 PM Message 312 of 525

Subject: A crazy notion

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 311 ]

::She laughs seductively as his hands probe under her vest. She doesn't dare stop him as the pleasure it brings her is far better than the alternative...him not doing it. She helps out and unbuttons the vest slipping it off easily exposing her breasts under the mesh shirt. His fingers easily find his way to the zipper where he has already begun to explore stripping her of all clothing. She stands up and lets the shorts fall to the ground where she now only wears her boots and mesh shirt before sitting back down on his lap. She wraps her legs around him and teases him while he remains fully clothed. This new adventure is exciting and wild to her, but she doesn't let her mind wander far from their conversation. She passionately presses her lips to his neck working her way up as his fingers continue to explore her body.::

"What if Belle finds out we've interferred? Won't she be mad?"

::she now slips off her boots and pulls the mesh shirt off letting it fall where it may and smiles to him. Her grin is a wicked grin of things to come and she stands up and walks away from him back and back to the clearing where they can see the house. She stretches and moans softly as the soft breeze caresses her body teasing her every inch of skin. Her hands move down her body, slowly and seductively as she flips her long curls back and looks to him over her shoulder as if to invite him to ravage her before all eyes.::

"I can't wait to meet them my love."

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May-22-2002 2:14 PM Message 313 of 525

Subject: Reason for Waiting

From: Iethro_Tullius

Reply to: Iethro_Tullius [ Message 284 ]

Although now well past sunset, Ian remains alone in the parlor. He picks what seems to him an appropriate tune to play for the lonely room.

~~~

What a sight for my eyes

To see you in sleep.

Could it stop the sun rise

Hearing you weep?

You're not seen, you're not heard,

But I stand by my word.

Came a thousand miles

just to catch you while you're smiling.

What a day for laughter

And walking at night;

Me following after,

Your hand holding tight.

And the memory stays clear

With the song that you hear.

If I can but make

The words awake the feeling.

What a reason for waiting

And dreaming of dreams.

So here's hoping you've faith

In impossible schemes

that are born in the sigh

of the wind blowing by

While the dimming light

Brings the end to a night of loving.

~~~

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May-23-2002 8:41 AM Message 314 of 525

Subject: Trade-Offs [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 312 ]

"What if Belle finds out we've interfered?" Narcissa's whisper hums warmly in Guillaume's ear as she presses her nearly nude body against him through his clothes. "Won't she be mad?"

Guillaume's attention, however, is not on their conversation. His lips find hers to resume their kiss, while his hands move under her blouse to cup and caress her breasts. Then his left hand begins to slip down between her thighs, but before his fingers reach their presumed destination, Narcissa slides off his lap and stands to kick off her boots and pull the mesh shirt off over her head.

Now fully naked, she backs away suggestively until she is again at the shoreline, and in full view of the house a hundred yard upwind. She draws a deep breath through her nose, no doubt inhaling the full scent of the two women inside. Narcissa stretches and moans softly while her hands move slowly and lasciviously down her own body. Her gaze returns to the nearby house.

"I can't wait to meet them, my love," she professes breathlessly.

"Indeed," Guillaume agrees as he stands. He removes only his jacket, laying it on the tree stump, and then slowly walks to join Narcissa by the water, stopping at arm's length from her. He regards the house and sees a light burning in one window, with someone moving inside. He doubts if their mortal eyes will discern Narcissa and him in the dim moonlight.

"And you needn't worry about Belladonna," he adds in belated answer to Narcissa's question. "We won't really be taking anything of hers tonight. Our sole purpose right now is damage control. Something must be done about the other woman -- the one not now possessed by any Kindred -- to assure that she does not leave and report anything about her friend to medical or civil authorities. I had considered simply taking that one as prey, but that would certainly distress Belle and her friend. So we must instead infuse this other woman with our essence, and thereby bring her under our influence, just as Belladonna's friend is under hers. We can then safely leave them both here while we go back to Crimson Kiss and discuss with Belladonna what she wants done with them.... That is, of course, if she and Dahlia ever get out of bed!"

Chuckling, he finally steps forward, closing the space with Narcissa. "Not that I can blame Dahlia and Belle for staying behind closed doors these past two evenings," Guillaume concedes. "They have been lovers only a couple nights longer than us, and had I not thought it necessary to address this situation out here, I probably would have followed their example and kept you in bed all night tonight myself!"

His right thumb strokes her left nipple, already made sensitive and firm by the cool breeze. His left hand goes to the small of her back, and he pulls her forcefully against him, pressing her soft, smooth skin to the relatively coarse fabric of his hiking clothes. He teases her right ear with his lips. "But our mission to that house can wait a while longer. The white sand of this shore offers a fine substitute for the sheets of our bed."

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May-23-2002 2:02 PM Message 315 of 525

Subject: Just a while longer...

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 314 ]

::She smiles as he takes control and presses her against him. The fabric on her skin is rough, causing new sensations to reach her, especially her more sensitive areas. She whispers back in a purring voice..::

"As you wish my love...."

::She winks and pulls away from him again, making quick time down the rocky ledge to the sandy shores below. The shores are covered with large flat rocks, and she finds a makeshift bed on top of one of them. While he makes his way down as well, she rises to both knees propping herself up while he approaches from one side. The look in his eyes is no longer that of a lover, but that of an animal, looking to seize her. His playful hunt for her is perhaps a sign of things to come, but she relishes in those looks only meant for her. She laughs wickedly and moves her hands down her body once again, this time her own fingers move between her legs to stimulate. She massages herself slowly and moans quietly while he grabs her and places his lips to one nipple. The throws of passion start out slowly enough, but escalate them step by step. She frees one hand and reaches between his legs as well, quickly unzippering his pants as his excitement makes itself present. Before long they are both naked, and she pulls him on top of her splaying herself across the cool stone. Perhaps it is the wind, or perhaps it is the intensity of their passion, but their moans and laughs can be heard for quite a distance. They even reach the house to where Laura and Tricia are ....and even reaching their ears.::

"Guillaume...Guillaume...take me...take me again...take me here."

::Perhaps their intentions for the women to hear their lovemaking was on purpose, but no matter what the case, they are heard, if even faintly. She thrusts herself against Guillaume hard wanting to feel every inch of him inside her. Waves of pleasure rippling from the top of her head through every pore, muscle and bone. Again, their passion is incomprehensible as to how powerful it truly is to her. They continue to writhe against each other before she finds another position, this time with him standing behind her, and she bent to hands and knees. He continues to thrust as she lowers herself to the stone, her hardened nipples finding a cold smooth touch against the stone adding to the excitement. Many rushes of orgasm plunder through her body, as if she were a mere pawn for such pleasures.::

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May-24-2002 9:01 AM Message 317 of 525

Subject: No Stopping Now [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 315 ]

In all of his eight centuries, Guillaume has never before seen such passion as Narcissa brings to their lovemaking. It is frantic, desperate, almost bestial, tempered only by the sweetness of their true love. While she sometimes takes the initiative to find new ways to share carnal delights, Narcissa otherwise unreservedly surrenders her body to his every whim, and appears to relish in the violence of his ardor.

Guillaume fleetingly wonders what secrets in her mortal past have unleashed such sexual appetite when fueled by the catalyst of her new, vampiric nature. The thought even briefly enters his mind that it might be symptomatic of some greater rapaciousness of her soul that could prove dangerous, but these concerns are quickly overwhelmed and forgotten by the wanton pleasure her lascivious behaviors give him.

As they roll together on the flat, lakeside boulder they have adopted as a temporary substitute for their connubial bed, Guillaume ultimately ends up behind Narcissa, rhythmically crushing her breasts and stomach against the cool stone, as they make love in the most animalistic manner. Narcissa's ecstatic grunts and cries echo across the lake, as do his own climactic groans, and Guillaume has little doubt that the women in the nearby house have heard them. By this time, he is far beyond caring.

Momentarily spent, Guillaume falls to his knees in the sand. Taking hold of Narcissa's ankles, he rolls her onto her back, then spreads her legs in order to kneel between them. He playfully kisses the insides of her thighs, then slides his hands under her buttocks to lift her hips toward his face. Guillaume's tongue now takes its turn giving Narcissa ultimate pleasure, even as his other drained faculties take the opportunity to rejuvenate.

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May-25-2002 4:10 PM Message 319 of 525

Subject: Unleashing the beast

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 317 ]

::Her moans of pleasure are now loud enough to literally wake the dead in this black forest. The passion he brings out in her is animal and raw. She readily spreads her legs for him, but her thoughts wander, as strange as that may seem. The faces of those who've attempted to pleasure her in this manner pass through her mind, none of which can compare to the efforts of Guillaume. But their inexperience also makes her hungry to go back and find them...to show them what she has become, even though it would be forbidden. The hot passion which he displays sends warm waves of orgasm through her body, until she is shivering with delight. He notes her exhaustion and comes back up to meet her lips with his.

As they again embrace in a kiss, her thoughts now wander to those who she wishes revenge on...those who killed her friend and are now looking for her and the diamond. Those are who she wants to find first, and in her mind, the feel, taste and look of their blood on her hands excites her, not just sexually, but for the thrill of the hunt. She plans on toying with them, torturing them, and eventually draining them. The kiss continues and she grinds her hips against his quietly moaning thinking of the bloodlust. The thoughts begin to swirl and twirl in her mind, until they overtake every portion of her thoughts...she reaches up to Guillaume and grabs his shoulder and at the same time, wraps her lips to his neck and plunges her fangs into his neck, without conscious thought of who she is doing this to.::

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May-28-2002 9:16 AM Message 320 of 525

Subject: Reinvigoration [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 319 ]

Although Narcissa's fangs have not yet had time to develop noticeably, even human cuspids can open the jugular if the bite is placed just right. Narcissa's instincts are already strong, and soon Guillaume's blood flows into her mouth, even as they continue to move together in their frenzied passion.

Such sanguinary play is not uncommon in Kindred lovemaking, and Guillaume naturally allows her to continue. The renewed ingestion of his essence will only reinforce her metamorphosis. It also crosses his mind that having himself consumed most of her mortal blood as part of her transformation the night before, that by drinking his blood now, Narcissa will reintroduce into her system many of the elements of her human nature that make her such a brutally ardent lover. Guillaume remains vaguely aware of the potential peril of reinforcing Narcissa's evidently rapacious disposition, but as she delightfully suckles at his neck while her hips move against his toward a similar delectable goal, he is momentarily past caring about any such danger.

Guillaume waits until his own blood loss risks weakening him. Then he straightens his arms to rise from his elbows to his hands, pulling his neck away from Narcissa's mouth. The gash in his throat mends almost instantly, and he turns his full concentration to moving his own hips in a manner that will maximize Narcissa's pleasure. Her back arches and her mouth opens wide as she wantonly moans. Guillaume thrills at the sight of his own blood staining her lips and teeth, and he begins to wonder if he himself has not undergone a transformation at Narcissa's hands as significant as the one he has wrought upon her.

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May-28-2002 11:30 AM Message 321 of 525

Subject: Bloodlust and ecstacy

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 320 ]

::His blood is hot against her lips stinging as she inadvertantly digs in to his throat. She didn't mean to, but now that she has, she enjoys the taste of it while enjoying the immesurable carnal pleasures. Bound together, the intensity of her orgasm surprises her. She digs her nails into his skin practically drawing more blood underneath her finger tips as the blood from his throat trickles down her cheeks. A last gasp of pleasure escapes her lips as they finish on the rock. She sits up immediately surprised at the transaction and wipes her face with the palms of her hands. She stares at them for a moment before turning her gaze to Guillaume offering an apologetic stare. No words come from her mouth as she was certain that as soon as she latched on to his throat, that he would smack her off of him. Perhaps it brought him memories of when he was first transformed, or perhaps it brought him intense sexual pleasure as well. She wipes her hands on the rocks as she speaks to him in a hushed whisper.::

"Guillaume...that was....amazing. Is that how one drinks from one's victims?"

::She specifically strayed from asking if that is how he drinks from his victims as she dares not picture him in the embrace of a mortal woman doing the same thing.::

"I'm sorry....I didn't mean to latch on like that, but I was thinking about ...things....and it just kind of happened."

::She lays down next to him pushing her body against his side...the heat from between her legs still very apparent as she offers her apologies.::

"It was just so...so...well...I can't even describe the rush I felt. I could do that all night long!"

::She laughs at the irony of that statement, and another tinge surges through her body. The thought of having sex with her victims will draining them completely of life excites her and suddenly she can't wait to start hunting on her own. Just as suddenly as that thought enters her mind, it leaves just as quickly as she gazes longingly at Guilluame. No one has ever offered her the kind of love he does and to betray him would only break her. But the instincts to kill that he has given her are strong...she finds herself mentally struggling with this conflict and it shows in her expression.::

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May-30-2002 8:35 AM Message 322 of 525

Subject: Careful What You Wish For [Guillaume]

From: Anborn

Reply to: Narcissa_ [ Message 321 ]

"I'm sorry," Narcissa sighs, her fingertips lightly brushing the now-healed bite in Guillaume's throat. "I didn't mean to latch on like that, but I was thinking about... things... and it just kind of happened."

She settles down next to him on the flat, lakeside boulder on which they have been making love, and tries to explain. "It was just so... so... well... I can't even describe the rush I felt. I could do that all night long!"

"If that's what you wish, my dear," Guillaume chuckles. "Then that's what we will do!"

Guillaume reaches over and pulls Narcissa on top of him. "Just as we heal almost instantly, vampires have the advantage over mortals that all aspects of our physiology rejuvenate extraordinarily quickly." Guillaume positions his hips perfectly under Narcissa's so that she can feel, with pressing urgency, the truth of his boast.

She gasps slightly as he again enters her so soon after her last climax. He sees the question nonetheless lingering on her countenance, and addresses it, speaking slowly and evenly, in time to the gentle pulsing of his hips. "Some Kindred do... umm... do this while they drain their victims... but I don't.... I prefer my partners to remain enthusiastically active and lively throughout our lovemaking.... A proficiency for which I must confess you have no equal," he notes delightedly as Narcissa begins to move in fervent response to his attentions. He arches his back, lifting his hips, and Narcissa along with them, a few inches into the air.

"So if you wish to continue all night, my darling, I'm certainly in favor of it," Guillaume concludes as he settles back onto the rock. "We need only remember to allow ourselves a couple hours before dawn to visit Belle's friend and her companion, then return to Crimson Kiss." He sighs lustily as he again lifts his hips. "A few sips from that girl will make the perfect dessert for the smorgasbord of sensual delights to which we've treated ourselves this evening!"

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May-30-2002 3:50 PM Message 323 of 525

Subject: Spectators [Laura]

From: Laura_Junius

Reply to: Laura_Junius [ Message 318 ]

At first, Laura thinks it might be a pair of stray cats. Only an occasional shriek or mewl makes its way to the house against the early evening breeze. But as the night air grows cool and still, the undistorted and unmistakable sounds of human passion echo across the lake and through the windows.

Laura sighs raggedly. Having to hear some else's ecstacy seems a fitting end to a day of frustration. She and Tricia had driven all over the surrounding countryside together, looking for anyone who had any information regarding Belle or her disappearance. All they found was one butcher who remembered a girl fitting Belle's description who a few days earlier had insisted that he stay late to "grind one of my best steaks into hamburger."

Laura gets up from the table where she has again been going through Belle's laptop to try find any additional clues as to where or with whom she might have gone. The desperate clamor of the distant lovers has risen to a renewed crescendo of passion. Laura walks to the window and peers out into the darkness.

She thinks she sees some movement on one of the flat, white boulders several hundred feet further up the shore, but she cannot be certain. It crosses her mind that the woman out there might be Belle; although, even if she were, these are not circumstances under which she could go and confront her friend. Besides, Laura is fairly confident it is not Belle. The woman's earthy moans and deep cries of ecstacy do not resemble Belle's high, sweet voice.

Laura finds herself imagining how Belle might sound in the throes of passion. Laura sighs and her eyes instinctively droop shut. She leans forward until her hips press upon the windowsill. She rhythmically rubs against it. She groans softly as the ridges of the ornately carved molding of the window frame massage her through her jeans.

Laura gasps and jumps back from the window when she hears Tricia -- who had gone upstairs to retrieve a cardigan to go over her strapless halter dress -- enter the room. Tricia acts as if she saw nothing, but Laura wonders if she is just being polite. Just to be safe, Laura tries to explain why she would be standing so close to the window.

"Have you been hearing the noises from down by the lake?" Laura asks, hoping her voice sounds less shaky than it feels. "Somebody is sure having a good time out there!"

Tricia does not immediately respond, and Laura worries that she might be offended by what she fears Tricia saw her doing when she walked in. But then Tricia crosses the room to stand right next to Laura and gaze out into the night.

Laura remains troubled by the enigmatic expression on her friend's face, accented by the rippling moonlight reflected off the lake. Laura again decides to draw Tricia's attention away from anything she might have just witnessed.

"I think I saw them among those rocks further up the shore there," Laura volunteers, pointing out the window. "Wow! Doing it out in the open like that where anyone might come along.... Can you imagine?!"

Blushing at the unmistakable excitement in her own voice, Laura turns away and decides to remain silent until Tricia answers.

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May-30-2002 3:51 PM Message 324 of 525

Subject: Another good romp

From: Narcissa_

Reply to: Anborn [ Message 322 ]

::As she is propped on top of him, she squeals in delight easily moving her hips letting him slide deep inside of her. Her soft moans express her delight with this situation as she listens to his answers. She leans back a little and grasps his legs grinding her hips back and forth completely consuming him and massaging at the same time for his pleasure. Quick moans escape her lips as she responds...their conversations have turned from that of questions and answers to frenetic words spoken out of lust and passion.::

"I want to suck the life out of my meals while riding them like a seasoned whore. I want to suck the life out of them before they can feel any true pleasure."

::She lets out a loud moan as he thrusts upwards and picks up her pace against him.::

"Will you watch me that way Guillaume? Will you watch me fuck and kill?"

::She hopes the thought of her having sex with a complete stranger riles him and she does feel more forceful thrusts against her as she asks that. She leans down placing both hands beside his head and letting her long curls spill down her shoulders. A wicked grin crosses her lips as he forces her back down on him and quite hard at that.::

"I want to meet Belle's friends tonight."

::Her needs and wants will be made quite clear to him as they both near climax. She frenzies the pace grinding hard against him, their bodies now glowing against the full moon that starts to rise and reflect against the lake. She leans down breathing hard and kisses the place where she bit into only a few minutes before. Her love for him deeper then she could ever imagine and the words slip out in harsh cries of passion.::

"Guilluame...I love you so much."