Meal on Wheels

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 11-06-02 06:53

Narcissa seems hardly interested in Laura and Tricia right now. Her growing bloodlust is apparent to anyone in the room... at least to any Kindred.

Guillaume wonders if Violet suggested they stay for another drink just to torment Narcissa, to raise her hunger to a fever pitch before their hunt. Most Sires would object to another vampire toying with their Chylde, but the thought amuses Guillaume.

He realizes, though, that Violet probably has no nefarious purposes. She is simply too lost in her own emotional pain to notice Narcissa's physical needs. But even so, Violet finally recognizes Narcissa's distraction.

"Guillaume," Violet says. "I do believe that perhaps we should go out and grab that bite to eat now. Give me a moment to change before we leave."

Guillaume stands as she rises and leaves the room. He then turns to the two servants patiently standing at hand.

"Laura, Tricia," he begins. "Lady Narcissa thirsts. And I would enjoy some wine as well while we wait for our guest to return."

The wyne, with its ambrosial mixture of cattle blood and fermented fruit juices, will help alleviate her appetite for a short while. Of course, that will leave her all the hungrier in an hour or so. That is fine with Guillaume.

After the girls have poured and served the wine, Guillaume tells them. "I know nothing of any 't.v.,' such as Lady Narcissa suggested. But the manor has a lovely library."

He turns to the butler, who has appeared in the doorway at this opportune moment. "Briant, after we depart, please show these young women to the library. Then I would appreciate it if you would move Narcissa's and my belongings to the large suite at the end of the east corridor... you know, the one with the adjoining small bedroom. Laura and Tricia can sleep in there on those evening when Lady Narcissa and I do not require... their services."

Violet returns just as Guillaume finishes with these arraignments.

"Alright," Violet says with more enthusiasm than Guillaume expected from her. "Now about that bite to eat?"

"As you wish," Guillaume agrees. "Laura, Tricia, we are leaving now. You girls enjoy yourselves while we are gone. This mansion is built for relaxation and pleasure. Please feel free to take advantage of that as may strike your fancy."

Offering Narcissa his hand, he leads her -- with Violet accompanying them -- out of the manor, through the woods, and to a lonely forest highway. None of them speak, as each is lost in thoughts inspired by their individual expectations and anticipation of the hunt.

Having spent the past two hundred years in his secluded European castle, Guillaume gives little consideration to taking an automobile. Vampires can travel quite swiftly without such contrivances. Guillaume realizes, however, the Vampiresses are probably a bit surprised that he first decided to guide them on foot, and then sets their progress along the roadside at a slow, nearly human, pace. But Guillaume has his reasons, one of which he reveals to his companions when a set of approaching headlights appears over a distant hilltop.

"You know," Guillaume begins. "It is not wise to harvest too often from the same field. It raises questions among the local constabulary. I think it would be better if we looked to a different source tonight."

As it comes closer, Guillaume sees the vehicle is a large truck, the sort he heard called a "semi" in one of the train yards he passed through traveling here.

"I understand you ladies are both famished," Guillaume observes. "And here is an opportunity to eat now, without having to return to that pub so soon after Dahlia's and my recent visit. And given the burly physique I've seen on most teamsters, the driver of that monstrosity may well provide sufficient sustenance for you both."

With the truck now less than a mile away, Guillaume turns to Narcissa. "I believe it's called 'hitchhiking,' right? What do you say, my dear? If Violet and I step back into the trees, do you think you can lure that fast moving fly into your web?"

***

The first kill

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 11-06-02 10:41

She stood lazily as Guillaume had urged so that they may go eat. She looked to Laura and Tricia who thought it odd she act so strangely because of hunger, but she was hoping maybe they were thinking she just had a blood sugar drop. It took a few moments for her to snap out of it, but once they reached the door she started to come back into reality. She smirked as Guillaume told the girls to amuse themselves and she even added a sentence at the end.

"Yes my dears...find ways to ..enjoy...yourselves. There are many pleasures in this manor."

Her words sink in with a deeper meaning to the both of them. Perhaps they will sit and merely talk and read, perhaps more. As long as they just stayed. With that she left with Guillaume and Violet out the door. The crisp air of the night felt good against her skin as they moved with uncanny movement through the woods. It was a blur as they moved so fast, but just as suddenly, Guillaume had stopped them on the side of a remote road. She looked to him oddly as he talked about not feasting from the locals too often and crossed her arms. She wondered what it was exactly that he had in mind...that is, until she heard the roar of the semi coming down the road. She crossed her arms and looked to him, but an evil grin crossed her lips.

"Of course I can get this old fool to stop. What old lonely trucker wouldn't stop for a hot piece of ass like myself?"

She laughed loudly as did Guillaume before he and Violet took their leave into the brush off the side of the road. She wiped the smile from her face and replaced it with a look of forlorn, pretending to be lost on this desolate road. She took the suspenders off her shoulders letting them fall to her side...the cool air of the night played against her chest making her arousal seem real. She could see the headlights getting closer and closer, and she bent over to tie her shoe. She looked behind her as the truck seemed to slow and she stuck out her thumb to hitch. The driver came to a halt in front of her on the roadside and she bounced over to his side. The driver spoke in a gruff voice.

'You need a ride baby?'

She could feel his eyes penetrating her shirt and shorts, imagining her naked and riding him like a simple whore from the streets. He disgusted her....but the thought of sinking her fangs into his fat neck aroused her, making her senses hot for blood. She ran a hand through her long curls as she climbed up to the window looking to him face to face.

"Yea...I think I'm lost. Can you help me out...handsome?"

***

Hunters

Author: Ian

Date: 11-06-02 10:57

Ian watches the Vampires depart. He knows each of them hunger for something different, but knowing their kind well, he has little doubt they will all return sated. As the door closes behind them, he plays one last song in their honor.

~~~

Hey little buddies:

Soft and silky

Night walkers.

Dangerous species -

Tiptoe menace

Long grass stalkers

On my bed:

No butter melting

In your jaws.

Bonding monster -

Lethal weapon

Wearing claws.

Let's go out to hunt by numbers.

Tabby; spotted;

Black as coal.

Serval; Margy; Caracal.

Moggie in the

Moonlight listens,

Whiskered sensory miracle.

Felis, befriend us.

Egyptian Mau;

Freya's familiar;

Long in the future -

Cloned disciples,

The castle guard.

Now, let's go out and hunt by numbers

Hey little buddies:

Soft and silky

Night walkers.

Dangerous species -

Tiptoe menace

Long grass stalkers

On my bed:

No butter melting

In your jaws.

Bonding monster -

Lethal weapon

Wearing claws.

Let's go out to hunt by numbers.

~~~

***

Hunting

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 11-06-02 11:18

Violet smiled, her opting to wait had done just what she thought it would. It had increased Narcissa's bloodlust. It would make this hunt all the more exciting as well as an educational experience for the young vampiress. As they moved in silence through the woods, Violet lost herself in thoughts. It has been quite some time since she has hunted with another Kindred, let alone another Immortal. This would definately prove to be an interesting hunt.

Finally when the reached the desolate strip of highway, she smiled thinking Guillaume already had a plan. This was confirmed when she heard the rumble of a semi in the distance, headed in their direction. "Very clever Guillaume. Very clever indeed." she said with a devilish grin.

She listened as he told Narcissa to 'hitchhike' to get the attention of their meal. It seems like this meal would definately be on the go. As she and Guillaume entered the brush near the edge of the road, she kept her gaze trained on the young Vampiress.

~She is quite a wonderful creation Guillaume.~ she sent him the thought, still watching Narcissa. ~Though I would truely like to hear the story of the two mortal women back at the mansion. It seems most intriuguing. I've not come across the concept of having mortals as slaves before.~ The second thought sent as well.

Waiting for his answer, if he chose to send one, she listened to Narcissa as the trucker had finally pulled over and she went up to him, playing the perfect image of a lost woman who need a ride.

***

Drawn and Quartered

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 11-06-02 13:47

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Guillaume had not exaggerated in describing the library as "lovely." Deep, cherrywood shelves cover most of all four walls, reaching up at least fifteen feet to the beamed plaster ceiling. Four sturdy ladders -- one for each wall, and all on tracks and rollers -- allow access to even the highest volumes. Rich rugs occupy the hardwood floors, under carved reading tables and large leather chairs.

Feeling lonely and lost, Laura strolls slowly along one line of shelves, occasionally stopping to examine some book. They vary from the most recent best sellers to old tomes that must date back nearly to Gutenberg. A few are even scribed on parchment. Laura recognizes at least a half-dozen different European languages.

Laura keeps glancing nervously at Tricia. Her friend has not said a word since Violet, Guillaume and Narcissa went out for dinner without them. Tricia sits with a huge art book -- featuring large photographs of Greco-Roman murals and mosaics -- on her lap, but she pays no attention to it. Instead, she watches Laura, following her with her eyes as she moves around the library.

Voices echo in through the door, and Tricia looks desperately toward them.

Laura, who had stopped to examine a delicately cut crystal vase on a side table, also turns to look, herself hoping that Narcissa has returned.

But they both immediately realize it is only the butler and that musician talking in the parlor.

Laura sighs, amazed by her deep disappointment. She sees that Tricia's head has drooped as she stares sightlessly at her book. A chill runs down Laura's spine, and she sets down the vase and walks over to the chair facing Tricia, where Laura had left her jacket upon entering the room. She puts it back on, sits, and leans toward Tricia.

"I'm worried," Laura begins tentatively. "Narcissa is a such a dear friend, but I think she may have gotten mixed up with the wrong sort of crowd. That Sir Guillaume is so... so... pushy... arrogant. I don't think I trust him. I think he thinks we plan to move in here... Maybe even go to work as maids or something! That's not why I'm going to college!"

For a moment, Laura's anger overcomes her desire to again see Narcissa. She blurts out the thought that has been plaguing her all night. "I think we ought to leave."

Tricia's eyes narrow, but before she can respond, the butler enters the library.

"I have prepared your quarters, girls," he tells them. "Please follow me."

Before Laura can protest, Tricia rises and heads for the door. Laura decides she must follow. She really does not want to leave her friend behind, nor try to find her way back to the Phillips' lakehouse alone in the dark.

The butler leads them down a long hallway, past several bedroom suites. At the end of the hall, they enter a huge, opulent boudoir. In the middle stands a wide canopied bed. A doorway to the right leads to a bathroom. There is another, narrow door on the opposite wall which the butler opens.

Laura follows Tricia into a small room, with one narrow bed, a plain desk and a modest dresser. To Laura's speechless amazement, Tricia sits on the bed and looks around the room with a contented smile.

"Please make yourselves at home," the butler suggests before leaving the two of them alone in their cramped quarters, closing the door behind him.

***

Taken

Author: Paysha Talamas

Date: 11-06-02 16:47

The conversation in the parlor was tainted with sexual frustrations. Paysha had sensed the silent hum of jealousy or maybe it was the hum of anticipation. She had felt a certain wanting for all of the ones she had met tonight. It had served to fuel her need for Shen, right here, right now.

Paysha takes Shen by the hand to guide him into the room. Ignoring her natural sense of curiosity, for she had felt the "other" creature near, the desire she felt for Shen takes over every fiber of her body. Enveloping herself in the warmth of his stare, the urgency she felt for him was heightened by the preternatural flow to her most sensitive parts. She can feel her pulse quicken as he rushes to her side. His "undeadly" strength often takes her by surprise. Wrapping her arm behind her back, he catches her in tight embrace. Both of them knowing that all it would take is a flick of the wrist and she could probably throw him through the wall; but she rather liked being "taken" by Shen. So with a silent giggle she allows herself to be manhandled by him. He was the only one she had ever trusted enough to "submit" to. A rough kiss on the neck and she could feel those sharp canines grazing the still supple skin of her neck; but this most intimate of kisses would have to wait. Paysha planned on making him earn it tonight.

She pulls away from him and with the stealth of a bandit slides the belt of his tunic robe open revealing the hard well defined chest that always made her weak with desire. Paysha senses the other kindred leaving the house and glances toward the door. Shen seizes the opportunity and grabs her by the hand and pulls her to him. But in a stubborn act of defiance, Paysha turns her body just in time to find her buttocks pressed against his ever-hardening manhood. One of his hands locks both her wrists in front of her. Pressing them painfully against her breasts to hold her, he rips the buttons from her dress and lets it dangle from her shoulders. Reaching around her he kneads the flesh of her breasts. She can feel the heat of his breath on the nape of her neck. He kisses his way down her spine, all the while untying the lashings of his brown leather pants.

He pleasured her several times before she allowed him to drink from her. This was a gift she didn't give to him often, for fear of the power it might give him. It drove some to madness. Paysha never wanted this to happen to Shen. So, with their desire quenched, new clothes were assembled for the "hunt". She and Shen come out onto the steps of the manor with the flush of requited lust. Paysha wraps her cloaked arms around Shen and they slowly rise above the rooftop of the house. Off to find "breakfast"��..

***

Contented...................

Author: Tricia

Date: 11-06-02 20:03

Tricia sits on the narrow bed and looks around the room contentedly , knowing that just the next room over her Lord and Lady will sleep......... perhaps even inviting her to join them. Tricia looks directly into Laura's eyes and says quietly"You can sleep on the bed, I will take the floor that is unless you want to share the bed with me?" Tricia waits patiently for the answer. looking deeply into Laura's lovely eyes...........................

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Suggestions

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 11-07-02 05:44

She is quite a wonderful creation Guillaume, Violet's silent voice whispers of Narcissa, deep in Guillaume's mind. Guillaume turns toward Violet and his eyes widen. She is quite young to have such finely developed telepathy. He will need to remain amicable with this Violet LeBlanc, he decides. She has the potential to become a very powerful vampiress.

Though, Violet's thoughts continue in his brain. I would truly like to hear the story of the two mortal women back at the mansion. It seems most intriguing. I've not come across the concept of having mortals as slaves before.

No? Guillaume responds in his mind. Although his own telepathic power is limited, her innate ability should allow her to perceive his thoughts when directed specifically to her. It is a favorite custom of mine. You must learn more of our essence, and its various effects on mortals. Never forget that mortals exist to serve and sustain we Kindred. Nature has provided us with many tools to control them.

Before Violet has time to reply, the truck has stopped on the road directly in front of where he and Violet stand hidden in the trees. Narcissa moves out of view on the driver's side of the cab as the teamster asks, "You need a ride, baby?"

Guillaume growls like an angry wolf upon hearing such a creature speak like that to an immortal vampiress. Only by knowing that the human's now inevitable fate will fully repay his impudence is Guillaume able to contain himself.

Guillaume sees Narcissa's lovely face through the dirty windshield as her head appears in the driver's open window.

"Yea..." Narcissa says in a crude voice like an ignorant street tramp. "I think I'm lost. Can you help me out... handsome?"

Despite his indignation at her self-debasement, Guillaume notes with approval her natural seductiveness. It will be of great assistance in any hunt.

"I can help you with anything you need, babe," the driver chuckles suggestively. "Go ahead. Get that cute little tush of yours to the other side of my big rig here, and climb on in."

***

Gettin a ride

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 11-07-02 10:37

"Gee, I don't know how I can repay you."

She says in a sarcastically innocent voice before winking to him. She climbs down from the drivers side and almost pukes thinking about how he wouldn't mind her straddling over him for a real wild ride. She's not sure exactly how Guillaume and Violet are going to get on the rig, whether they will make an outright appearance, or just hitch on the back and stay hidden, but as she comes around the front she stops in the headlights of the truck looking towards their direction into the brush. She stands solid for a few moments before the truck driver honks his horn.

"Come on woman...get in the cab. I ain't got all night."

She jumps at the sound of the horn, hoping it didn't attract any attention, and continues climbing up into the passenger side.

"Ooo..Sorry about that. I must have heard a bear or something in the woods."

She offers him a cheap smile and leans back in the seat spreading her legs a bit while looking down the road ahead. He is most certainly distracted now as he looks to get a peek of what he thinks is to come. She writhes her hips only slightly as if in relaxation, and he thinks it is a come on, but it is truly a sign of her bloodlust. He lays a hand on her thigh, and rather high up, before putting it in gear.

"It's okay baby, I know these roads are dark and can be kinda scary. Let's ride."

The twisted smile on his face shows a few missing teeth and breath of stale coffee.

***

Divided... And Conquered?

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 11-07-02 13:45

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"You can sleep on the bed," Tricia offers, even while she remains seated on the floral-patterned bedspread covering its narrow mattress. "I will take the floor."

Tricia licks her lips and gazes directly into Laura's eyes.

"That is..." Tricia continues, her breathy voice now barely more than a warm whisper. "Unless you want to share the bed with me?"

Oddly enough, despite all that has happened since, the first thing that comes to Laura's mind is how enjoyable it had been having Tricia cuddle her -- just cuddle her -- during their last night down in Florida. Tricia had done that to comfort Laura after her nightmares, which seem to have been premonitions, about their friend Belle Phillips. The next morning they had rented a car and cut short their Spring Break to drive up here looking for Belle.

Laura next recalls how she had grown increasingly uncomfortable during that trip, as Tricia kept watching her and finding any excuse to touch her. Then, after a couple nights alone at the Phillips' lakehouse, Tricia had started making some less than subtle propositions.

But Laura also remembers how after her initial rejection of Tricia's advances, she found herself -- for the first time ever -- starting to have lesbian desires, not for Tricia, but for the by-then missing Belle, and later for Lady Narcissa. Nonetheless, Laura had become so libidinous from these fantasies that she had found herself tempted to let Tricia make love to her, just to satiate Laura's nearly overwhelming lust. Although deciding she could not use her friend that way, not long thereafter, Laura had succumbed to that temptation with Narcissa.

Tonight, Laura finds her desires again burning like an August wildfire, sparked by Narcissa's secret, stolen caresses in the parlor. Despite her regrets for letting Narcissa seduce her the night before, Laura finds herself wishing it was Narcissa now here offering to share her bed. How easy it would be to lay down, close her eyes and pretend that Tricia's hands and mouth belonged to Narcissa, and thereby find the physical release Laura so desperately craves.

But that would not be fair to Tricia. Laura simply does not feel the way toward her -- or any woman, Laura still wants to believe -- as Tricia obviously feels for Laura. Nervously running her fingers through her hair, Laura forces herself to meet Tricia's continued gaze.

"N... No, Tricia," Laura replies hoarsely. "I... I don't think that would be a good idea. That bed is so.... I'm just not feeling myself right now, okay? In fact, I don't think either of us should sleep here tonight. I was thinking we should leave and get back to the lakehouse. You know... In case... Just in case Belle returns. I really think we should...."

Laura closes her eyes and takes a deep, ragged breath. When she is with Narcissa, she finds it impossible to imagine life without her. Even now, the idea of leaving Narcissa's kind friendship behind saddens Laura fearsomely. It invokes the same loneliness that has driven Laura to continue searching for Belle, despite her friend's parting note, admonishing Laura not to look for her.

Laura shudders, then sniffles and wipes her eyes with the heels of her palm. Her voice has risen to a cry of confused desperation. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just don't know what wrong with me lately. I just feel.... First Belle runs off. Now Narcissa goes out with her friends, leaving me alone. I'm sorry. I just feel so lonely... So very lonely...."

***

His Inheritance.

Author: Shen Grah

Date: 11-07-02 15:37

Shen had always loved the sensation of flight with his mistress. He had often wondered why he had never "inherited" this trait. But Paysha always told him that not all gifts are from the soft kiss of immortality. She had spoken of mortals who could set someone afire with a single thought. Paysha had told him that "knowledge is the key to everything". Shen had read the teachings of Buddha and The Art of War and he still couldn't float in the air. So with frustration he relied upon his mistress for this form of transportation.

Paysha smiles up at Shen as they glided over the rooftops. He often thought he would die of love for her. His jealousy had almost been their unmaking a time or two; but he had learned to share her. Paysha smiles deviously at him, reading his thoughts again. "So what did you think of Sir Guillaume and his court?" she says with a mischievous grin. He pauses as he remembers the wanting look she had given. Laura and Tricia. Choking back the jealousy, he remembers the first time he had seen his mistress seeking the attention of another woman. How it had enraged him then ultimately the idea seduced him and he found himself enthralled. A slow pulse begins to send a surge of energy to his already worn manhood. She whispers in his ear, feeling the gently increasing throb against her. " The Lord and all his concubines. How erotic. The two mortals were lovely don't you think?" The quickening of his breath tells Paysha that he thought so also.

They touch down in a dark alley. Shen and Paysha instantly infer the thoughts of the wicked. In her old-fashioned moral way, Paysha had taught Shen to hunt as often as possible from the wrong-doer. You are allowed to derive pleasure from your victim and them from you. After all it is their last experience. Might as well make it good for them. Feeling fully satiated from the pleasure they had given each other, they chose tonight to simply lure their victims into a dark recess and end their drug dealing for good. Having properly disposed of the bodies and being refreshed by the feeding they decided to take in some night life. They set off to find a dark bar.

***

The Other White Meat

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 11-08-02 05:07

Guillaume raises an eyebrow as Narcissa climbs into the truck's cab and slams the passenger door.

"It appears our fledgling thinks she is ready to fly solo," Guillaume observes quietly, turning to face the Vampiress Violet LeBlanc. "She can probably handle herself in this case, but her fangs have hardly started to grow in..."

Guillaume turns back toward the truck and chuckles before finishing his thought. "So what will it be, Violet? Are you going to let dear Narcissa slaughter that pig alone, or do you plan to share in the pork?"

***

The kill

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 11-08-02 06:15

She smiled as she watched Narcissa climb into the cab of the truck. "It would appear that way Guillaume." sh said with a soft chuckle. "I have no doubt that she can handle him by herself, though it will be a bit tougher since her fangs haven't started to grow in just yet."

She flashed Guillaume a devilish grin at his last question. "Did you even have to ask Guillaume?" she winked. "Of course I fully intend on taking my share. Now, if you'll excuse me for a moment, I have a pig to slaughter."

With that she slipped from the brush quietly, her hair had been rumpled enough and she added a small tear to the shirt she wore. To make it look as though she had been wondering through the woods for a few hours. She reached the the truck, and knocked slightly on the passanger side door, and gained Narcissa's attention.

"Is there room for one more in there? I seem to have gotten lost, think you can take me to the nearest town?" she said in a sweet innocent voice.

She watched as Narcissa said something to the trucker, and sure enough the door opened. She flashed Narcissa an evil grin as she climbed in. She watched as the trucker let his gaze trail over her well proportioned form.

"Seems like three won't be a crowd this time." he said, and she tried not to cringe at the smell of his breath. She looked at Narcissa and nodded slightly. She had managed to keep the trucker's gaze for a few moments. "Before we start off, perhaps we could have a little fun first?" she offered with a seductive grin. Hopefully Narcissa would catch the double meaning in her words.

The trucker willingly agreed and pulled her into his lap. "Sounds like a plan to me, unless you object." Violet watched Narcissa with a smile. She slowly started trailing kisses along the man's neck, the taste of his skin making her want to wretch.

She hoped Narcissa would distract him long enough for her to take what she needed from him, and Narcissa didn't let her down on that account. Once her fangs had pierced the flesh, she drank deeply for only a few moments. The poor trucker didn't know what to expect, his attentions were divided between the two beautiful women in his cab. Then she slipped from his lap, and motioned Narcissa to take her place.

As Narcissa took her place in the driver's lap, Violet held his gaze. She may be young compared to others, but the blood of her sire was that of one older than Guillaume, which is why even at just under two hundred she is quite strong.

She had left the wounds open, so Narcissa wouldn't have to tear the skin with her blunt fangs. "His blood is surprisingly sweet Narcissa. Enjoy what is left. But, make note to stop once the heart does." She said as she licked a few remaining drops of crimson from her lips.

Once Narcissa had enjoyed the remainder of the poor slobs blood, she opened the passanger side of the door and motioned for Guillaume, alerting him that the pig had been slaughtered.

***

Force of Nature

Author: Aradia

Date: 11-09-02 07:59

"What in the world am I supposed to do with you?" Aradia asks her supposed "student" wallowing in the large bathtub. The powerfully magical woman -- whom Aradia now understands to be some sort of transmogrified sea person -- floats with only her face and scalp above water, staring at Aradia. Her eyes widen and focus, as if she wants to respond to Aradia's rhetorical question, but either does not know what to say or how to say it.

Leaving her charge in the tub, Aradia returns to the bedroom and her seat by the fire. She has no desire to assume the responsibility for this creature's education in the Art. She is not even sure she is qualified to do so. Her experience is in helping young Acolytes find their hidden abilities. In this case, Aradia will primarily need to teach the woman how to restrain and direct her innate powers.

But something had drawn her to this manor. It now seems it has nothing to do with its vampire inhabitants. In keeping with the uneasy affiliation between the Kindred and her Sisterhood, the vampires have paid her scant attention, and would certainly continue to ignore her absent some threat to their respective communities. Despite Aradia's initial concerns, no such crisis has arisen.

Or has it? Is its manifestation laying their, mostly submerged in the next room?

At the very least, the woman and her uncontrolled magic are a threat to herself and others. Aradia has to admit the Ways of her Sisterhood offer the perfect regime for turning that power into something productive. As is always the case, when allowed time for full analysis in the light of the appropriate ethical imperative, a decision will make itself. This one just did.

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Finishing him off

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 11-09-02 13:11

She grinned as Violet suddenly appeared from the brush. As she appeared, the trucker's eyes were most certainly diverted now excited about having the two beautiful women in his truck. He knew he would get what a lonely trucker is always looking for, but he did not know just what exactly it is that he was getting. She was quite stunned when Violet so brazenly climbed into his lap to start distracting him and focus on the kill. She thought they might ride off and toy with him first, but Violet cut right to the chase. She was given a knowing look by Violet and hated the thought of it, but rubbed her hand up the truckers right thigh and between his legs as Violet sank her fangs in. The man's arousal was quite apparent, and it repulsed her to think that it was even touching either of them even through his trousers. It seemed like seconds that Violet had spent on his lap, sinking her fangs in and drinking from him before she moved off offering her the rest. She was confident that she could tear into his flesh with her own small fangs, but conceded to sip from the holes already created.

"Thank you Violet."

Was said politely as she crawled on top of him. He was moaning still, barely any life left in him and certainly a fair amount of confusion. By now, his manhood had slipped away with most of his blood but he was able to look at her with a questionin gaze. She decided to toy with him before taking his life.

"You poor dear man. Didn't anyone ever tell you how dangerous it is to pick up hitchhikers? Such a lonely life...such a beautiful death. If only your buddies could see you now. Oh..and sorry about not fucking you, but I'm really hungry."

With that said she sinks her teeth into the holes already created and the look of horror returns to his features. The taste of salty flesh replaced by the refreshingly sweet blood that flows so easily. She is insatiable as she drains him, his heartbeat slowing with every suck of her tongue. She wants so badly to continue, to tear into his flesh and devour every muscle and bone, but she starts to feel a bit tired as his heart slows....as it does, hers does to. She heeds Violet's words and let's go before it is too late. A load moan escapes her lips as she slips off him and falls into the passenger seat next to his now lifeless body.

"Shit, I never knew how sweet even the blood of a fool like this could taste."

***

The comforter...............

Author: Tricia

Date: 11-09-02 16:19

Tricia hears the desperation in Laura's voice as she says,"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just don't know what's wrong with me lately. I just feel.... First Belle runs off. Now Narcissa goes out with her friends, leaving me alone. I'm sorry. I just feel so lonely... So very lonely...." and it touches her heart. She rises from the bed and moving to right in front of Laura, she pulls her to her in a gentle way and puts Laura's head on her shoulder. She speaks quietly in Laura's her saying" It will be ok I will not leave you, You have a friend in me."She holds Laura as the tears start to fall and strokes Laura's hair muttering soothing sounds letting Laura sob it all out. And as Laura starts to weaken her sobs, Tricia leads her to the small bed and lays her down and slides behind her holding and cradling Laura and humming a muched loved lullabye in her ear. Tricia feels the heat in her body telegraph to Laura and feels Laura turn in Tricia's arms of her own volition, placing her head on Tricias breast, wrapping her arms around Tricia holding on for dear life............

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Mess Duty

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 11-11-02 05:46

When the end comes, Guillaume is surprised by how quickly the vampiresses dispatch their prey.

On Violet's signal, he walks up to the truck and helps first her, then Narcissa, down from the passenger door. Then Guillaume climbs up from where they had come.

The teamster sits dead where they left him, his face ashen. A thin trickle of blood traces a crooked line to the rumpled collar of his plaid flannel shirt.

Guillaume is surprised by the roominess of the cab. He spies a small door in the dashboard in front of the passenger seat, but finds nothing behind it but some crumpled manifests, an electric torch -- "flashlight," he believes is the modern term -- and several books of matches, all bearing the logos of various "gentlemen's clubs."

Next he reaches under the wide seat. With little searching, he discovers what he was certain would be there. Human nature never changes.

He pulls out the blue glass bottle he found and reads the label: vodka. About one-half liter remains. It should be sufficient.

He next retrieves the brightly silvered cigarette lighter he had noticed peeking out of the man's shirt pocket and sets it in his lap. He opens the vodkas bottle, pours its contents all over the teamster's clothes and the upholstered seat around him, then places the empty bottle in his right hand, wrapping dead fingers around its narrow neck.

Guillaume slides back to the passenger doorway, strikes a match, sets the entire matchbook ablaze, and tosses it at the corpse just before jumping down to the ground. He turns to see the entire driver's side of the cab awash in delicate blue flame, which begins to turn to a ruddy yellow as the teamster's clothing and seat ignite in their turn.

Grinning as he watches the flame rise and spread, Guillaume speaks to his companions. "It is so much easier having Briant clean up these things, but there is a certain satisfaction in doing them yourself.. With luck, the fire will reach the fuel tanks before the authorities discover this unfortunate accident. There really ought to be a law against drinking and driving."

He turns and bows playfully to Violet and Narcissa. "Are you ladies still hungry? Do you feel like taking a walk in the moonlight? Or shall we simply return to the manor for an after dinner drink?"

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Need for Some Company of Her Own

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 11-11-02 06:20

Violet smiled as Guillaume helped her and then Narcissa down from the cab of the truck. True he hadn't been what she would have chosen as a meal, but then again, when you are new to an area, you have to eat of the local fare, whatever it might be.

She stood back a bit from the road, making sure Narcissa was next to her. Her gaze remained on Guillaume as he searched the truck for a means to disposed of the teamster.

"I'm sure it will reach the fuel tanks before the authorities get here." she said, with a smile. "As for that law, there already is one Guillaume." she said with a smile. She chuckled when Guillaume bowed playfully to her and Narcissa.

She thought for a moment about his question, her hunger rising again. She needed a meal to herself, sharing with the fledgling had curbed the hunger she had, but not for very long.

"I am still hungry. Perhaps we could find someone a bit younger, and healthier." she said with a devious glint in her eyes. She looked at Narcissa for a moment, before turning her gaze back to Guillaume.

"And, who knows, I might just find someone to keep me company, when I retire for the night." There was a subtle hint of seduction, as well as need in her voice as she spoke. Both would most likely pick up on the true reason she saught a companion this eve.

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A new hunt

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 11-11-02 08:31

She stepped out of the putrid cab and into the fresh air of the night along with Violet. She brushed her lips against Guillaume's cheek however as she stepped down, lightly brushing her lips against his cheek. She stood next to Violet watching silently as Guillaume set the truck on fire. It actually pleased her that Guillaume would not be so aristocratic as to have Briant clean up every mess. She saw a wild look in his eye as the cab became engulfed in flames...a look she hadn't seen before. She smirked and thought to herself, 'maybe he does have a wild side.' A soft chuckle escapes her lips as all three of them move away from the flames. As Violet speaks, she raises a brow actually pleased that she is still hungry as her hunger has not been satiated either. She laughs and a look of relief washes over her features.

"Oh thank goodness Violet, I was hoping someone else besides me would still be hungry. For some reason, that old trucker just didn't do it for me."

She moves to Guillaume and presses herself against him looking up into his gaze. The meal she had just taken courses it's way through her body, but there is a deeper hunger she wishes to fulfill. She needs to play with her food first.

"I agree with Violet. Let's head elsewhere to find a more...delicious...meal. I think I'm in the mood for some young stud blood now."

She cackles as she says this feeling an excitement rise between her legs as she thinks about finding some lonely young man looking for a wild ride. She starts to kiss his neck softly urging him to come with them to find a new meal. This time she gets on her toes and whispers softly into his ears.

"Wouldn't you love to see me playing with my meal? After all, I'm such a fun date to take to dinner. I noticed a cheap hotel about 5 miles south when I was on the bus. We're sure to find some sweet desserts there."

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A Bid for Deliverance

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 11-11-02 13:32

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Just like their last night down in Florida, when Tricia had cuddled Laura after her nightmares about their classmate Belle Phillips, Tricia's innocent caresses and soft lullabies calm Laura now. Sighing deeply, Laura turns in Tricia's arms to rest her head on her friend's chest while hugging her tightly.

It takes Laura a few minutes to regain her composure. During that time, she cannot help but grow conscious of Tricia's breathing, which seems a bit deeper than usual, and perhaps a little unsteady. Tricia squirms almost imperceptibly, and Laura realizes how snugly their bodies press together.

Laura hopes she has not given her friend the wrong impression. Not that she could blame Tricia, after what Laura had done with Narcissa the night before. Laura self-consciously disentangles herself from Tricia, then turns to face her.

Laura is uncertain if she sees simple concern in Tricia's eyes, or something more.

Regardless, Laura cannot help but reply to her friend's warm gaze with a sincere smile.

"You are such a good friend, Tricia," Laura whispers. "Thank you."

Clearing her throat, Laura continues. "You know, it was rather rude of Sir Guillaume to exclude us from their dinner plans. I really don't like being stuck here like this. What do you say we go for a walk? Maybe even find our way back to the lakehouse and get our car. I just don't think it is a good idea to be too reliant upon these people's largess, do you?"

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Harsh Lessons

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 11-12-02 05:55

"Wouldn't you love to see me playing with my meal?" Narcissa whispers, her already blood-scented breath hot in Guillaume's ear. "After all, I'm such a fun date to take to dinner. I noticed a cheap hotel about five miles south when I was on the bus. We're sure to find some sweet desserts there."

Although knowing it is an essential part of her natural predation, Guillaume detests the idea of Narcissa sharing any of herself with another man, even a mere mortal. Nonetheless, he finds his lover's suddenly burgeoning lust -- fueled, as it clearly is, by thoughts of sexual cruelty -- almost irresistibly contagious. It rekindles desires Guillaume has repressed for two centuries, since the final few months with his last Chylde, Colette.

Colette's sadism had blossomed outside of Guillaume's presence and control, under the influence of others, while Guillaume found himself unintentionally but unavoidably entangled in the self-destructive politics of the French Revolution. By the time he could again devote appropriate time to rearing his Chylde, she had already grown accustomed to a life of unfettered and depraved hedonism, finding more than ample opportunities to act upon any imagined desire in the chaos of the Reign of Terror.

Guillaume shivers with unwelcome carnal nostalgia as he remembers how, at first, he had joined in Colette's excesses, to the demise of countless mortal bodies and souls. But after each episode, Colette always wanted to find a greater challenge, a new conquest, until her vicious exploits began to exceed even the revolutionary government's own atrocities, and thereby draw the attention of the civil authorities. Despite Guillaume's advice, then insistence, Colette continued to tempt fate, seeming to take an added thrill from the thought that her activities could easily lead not only to her own exposure and demise, but even to the downfall of all Kindred.

Guillaume had done what became necessary. He will never forget the way Colette glared at him just as the guillotine blade fell.

Guillaume swears he will not repeat the mistakes he made with Colette, even if he must presently allow Narcissa to travel briefly down that same, dangerous path. Narcissa needs to hone her hunting instincts. Guillaume needs Narcissa to continue to consider mortal life as inconsequential and expendable. So he will go along with her plans, and even encourage her most inhuman desires... for the time being... within secure limits.

"My dear," Guillaume replies as he gently turns Narcissa to face him, and bends down to lightly kiss her forehead. "You show all the promise of becoming an unparalleled huntress. If that is where your instincts lead, please show us the way."