The Right Answer?

Author: Mat

Date: 11-12-02 07:48

She had felt an unusual twinge of anxiety as she made her way up the stairs and back to her room. She almost wished that she had walked into the parlor before everyone had left it and so, delayed having to make the current decision.

But she knew that the decison was already made, she was just stalling, standing here outside of her own door.

If the Witch wouldn't agree to teach the child, the child would have to die. And because the magics that she bore were self sustaining, and given enough time would repair all but the most dismembered of bodies, there was only one way to make sure she would stay dead.

Mat would have to eat her.

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To the Budget Motel

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 11-12-02 08:36

She was pleased that Guillaume had agreed to go with them on a second hunt. Violet looked pleased as well considering she wished a meal of her own. Violet was hungry for more nourishment and she was hungry for more of the hunt. It was still early enough in the night, considering their liason with the trucker seemed to take less than a half hour. She pulled back from Guillaume and started to lead them both down the highway hoping they would not see another trucker. Her slow speed annoyed the both of them, so Guillaume decided to pick up the pace. Quickly they made their way through the forest, continuing south until he spots the gaudy neon of the Budget motel. All three stopped, across the street, staying hidden in the brush to size up the building and it's inhabitants.

There were a few semi's parked around back, a couple of pick up trucks and a camper around front. She lead the two of them through the brush around the motel scoping out for potential victims. In the front they saw an older couple manning the desk. They would not be victim's this eve as it would be obvious to the first person who came in what happened. Besides, they were looking for a younger crowd for the evening. As they moved to the west side of the motel, they found a mostly remote parking lot...accept for 3 motorcycles parked. They could see a light on in a room, and perhaps a bit of rowdyness from some partying bikers. A wry grin parted her lips and she knew this would be the room for them.

One came out...a man...he seemed to be in his 30's, and visible tattoos decorated his arms. He had long blonde hair and a scruffy beard. Surely this one would not hang with an older crowd...he was handsome too. She was anticipating the hunt and which one of them would take which. She did not hear any female voices in the room but the smell of pot and beer wafted into the brush where they stood.

"Guillaume, Violet...what do you think? This looks like it could be fun enough."

A wicked grin parts her lips, but she dares not pursue unless they want to also. There is no way she could handle a group alone.

***

A Meal to Savor

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 11-12-02 15:21

Violet followed behind Narcissa and Guillaume, keeping her excitement about this hunt well hidden from the other two. Her eyes drifted over the grounds of the motel, as Narcissa led them around its perimeter, she noted the variety of vehicles near the building. Finally, when Narcissa stopped with in view of the room which held the three bikers she smiled.

Her gaze traveled over the one who came out of the room, he was a bit old for her tastes, given the fact that she looked no more than the mortal age of twenty. Her gaze turned back to the door as a younger man exited. His muscular legs clad in a pair of black leather pants, a white tee shirt hugged his muscular chest, boots, a gold chain, and a single earring in his right ear completed the outfit. His thick brown hair was pulled back at the nape of his neck. He looked to be no more than twenty five years of age.

"I do believe I will take that one Narcissa." she said directing Narcissa's gaze to the man with brown hair. "He's just what I've been craving." She flashed them both a devious smile. True she again had taken charge, but she wasn't used to hunting with others, let alone having to share a meal. This one would be all hers, and she fully intended on enjoying him.

"Excuse me for a moment, I do believe I will get a room. I prefer not to play with my meals with an audience. Forgive me, though I do hope you both enjoy the two that remain." With that she quietly made her way through the brush and back to the front of the motel. She procured a room key with little trouble from the elderly couple at the desk.

Soon, she made her way back to the room where the bikers were. She immediately caught the attention of the younger of the two who were outside. "Well hello there beautiful." he said as he walked over to her, a bold hand going to her hip.

She smiled and shifted her hip against his hand. "Hello yourself. I don't suppose you'd like to help me find my room would you? I seem to not be able to find the number." She queried with all to perfect, fake innocence. "I'd be delighted to help you. By the way, my name's Kristopher. That over there is Michael." he said motioning to his blond companion. She offered him a soft smile, already knowing that both men's fates had already been decided.

"I'm Violet." she said as Kristopher held out a hand for her room key, and the other remained on her hip to guide her in the direction of the room. "Your room is this way Violet. Follow me."

Upon reaching the room, he unlocked the door, and presumptuously invited himself in. ~My won't this be easy.~ she thought. She locked the door behind him, and smiled sweetly. "Well, thank you for showing me to my room. Is there any way I can repay your kindness?" she asked, already knowing what was on his mind.

Instead of voicing an answer to her question, his actions were bold. He pulled her to him, and pressed his lips to hers. She could taste the pot and booze on his lips, his hands roamed her form, the touch was both rough and gentle.

Soon they fell to the bed, clothing having come off at some point. Their bodies joined, and slowly passion began to take over. Both passion and hunger rose in the beautiful vampiress as they continued to move as one. It was just as they both reached that blissful point of release that her fangs found their mark.

The blood, rich with his arousal, filled her mouth, flooded her senses. She drained him slowly, allowing them both to savor the pleasure of their joining. Though, there was no doubt she was extracting more pleasure from the encounter than he. Soon his limp body collapsed on hers. She licked the remaining drops of crimson from the wounds at his neck, sealing them.

She rolled him off of her, and slipped from the bed. She moved into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She stepped in and slowly washed any tell tale signs of their joining from her form. She took her time as she washed her hair, closing her eyes as she felt the blood take effect through out her entire body.

After she had showered and dressed, she made quick disposal of his body, and left the room, leaving the key on the bedside table. She easily made her way back to the spot where she had left Narcissa and Guillaume. Neither were there when she arrived, so she simply waited for their return.

***

Encouragement

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 11-13-02 05:53

After Violet had left for her dinner, Guillaume moves up behind Narcissa, wraps his arms affectionately around her waist, and speaks gently into her left ear.

"This is your hunt now," he reminds Narcissa, keeping his voice scrupulously neutral. "You must decide whether you think its best to proceed. But remember, while I begrudge no one their 'fun,' the primary goal of the hunt is to obtain sufficient blood as simply and stealthily as possible, under circumstances in which all evidence of your actions can be eradicated afterward. As best I can tell, this looks like an appropriate venue. Obviously, Violet thinks so... but I must rely your greater knowledge of this culture as to whether it is safe to attack here."

Because Guillaume stands behind Narcissa, she cannot see his satisfied smile. He is glad to have this opportunity to let her make her own decision about the hunt, while reminding her of the ever present necessity of keeping their culinary habits hidden from the very mortals who provide their sustenance.

He just wishes she had not found such distasteful ruffians to prey upon. Guillaume tries to limit his meals to young women, whose blood he finds sweetest and whose final moments of fatal ecstacy he takes the most pleasure in sharing. But he can guide Narcissa in that direction -- as he has done with every previous Chylde -- once she has grown confident in her own abilities. For tonight, he will let her select the menu.

***

Let the hunt begin

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 11-13-02 08:11

She sighed softly as Guillaume wrapped his arms around her waist. She adored his touch, his breath against her skin and his voice encouraging her to continue, but with great caution. This motel was remote, surrounded by thick forest and brush. The only concerns she had were other patrons catching her in the act. But it was late, and the only sounds she heard were coming from the room of the bikers, up late and partying. She turns and kisses his lips sweetly offering words of assurance.

"I will be careful love, but I need you to watch me. I don't want to make any mistakes"

With that, she slips from his embrace and decides to follow the blonde man to where he is going. She sticks to the walls in the dark shadows following him to the ice machine on the bottom floor. It lies next to a locked up laundry room and maitenance closet on either side...perfect...no other rooms around. She slips around the corner and appears under the dim light by a soda machine. He jumps as she suddenly appears, but her cheshire grin eases him.

She speaks with a sensual voice urging him to be at ease.

"Hi there. I was just getting ready to check in and I saw you over here. I thought perhaps you could use some company."

She grins again and moves to the ice machine leaning against it. He can tell she is aroused underneath her braless shirt and can't help but divert his eyes to her chest. He is left speechless by her appearance and offer but manages to squeak out his name.

"Call me Joe baby, and yes, I could sure use company like you."

He puts the ice bucket on top of the machine and moves closer to her as she tucks her thumbs in the top of her tattered shorts tugging down a bit to reveal her stomach. "Why don't you come warm me up Joe." She decides not to reveal her name to him and slips back towards the laundry room where she finds a small corner wedged behind the ice machine. It's nice and dark and he approaches with a wild grin and hands greedily reaching for her body. She allows him to grope and is pushed back into the corner willingly. She hadn't realized how sexually charged she would be from hunting like this and as his warm hands touch her cold skin she lets out a moan. She can smell his blood pulsing through his veins as he wraps his hands around her waist and presses his lips to hers. His hands easily reach up her shirt and discover her bare breasts. She also reaches between his legs finding him quite aroused...she unzips his pants with one hand as she unbuttons her shorts with her other. The frenzy of passion continues as he reaches down between her legs stroking her in a most rough way.

She shakes down her shorts now revealing herself and he pulls her shirt off at the same time. He now has her pressed against the cold brick wall naked and ready to enter as they hear another voice.

"Joe? Joe, where are you man? We need more ice for the beer."

Another friend? Good, more fun for her. His friend peeks around the corner to find him in a precarious embrace with a beautiful redhead. She speaks to him as well now fully flushed from the sexual embrace.

"Why don't you come join in? There's plenty of me to go around."

Laughter escapes her lips as he friend greedily says yes and moves behind her in the corner. They both slip off their pants and take turns probing her from the front and backside while she writhes in their embrace. She closes her eyes and moves her hips as she feels their heartbeats rapidly beating. While his friend holds her up from behind, she spreads her legs allowing Joe to enter with force. He pushes against her giving himself the pleasure he's been seeking, but she remains faithful enough not to allow herself the same release. He continues inside of her while his friend rubs himself against her backside arousing himself. Joe continues until he lets out a groan releasing himself inside of her. She had patiently been waiting for this moment as she growls, opens her mouth with her still forming fangs showing and digs into his throat piercing the skin to allow the blood to flow. He groans even louder, but to all ears it appears as if he is still experiencing pleasure. She greedily takes his blood just as greedily as he took her body. She drains him until his heartbeat slows to nothing and allows him to drop to the ground. His friend stops and looks down...he laughs loudly.

"Looks like Joe drank too much!" He laughs again until she turns to face him. Joe's blood dripping down her chin and her small fangs exposed. She speaks in a vicious voice as the blood drips down to her breasts.

"I wonder if I'll have the same problem."

As she goes for his neck, he screams and pushes her back, his strength much more than she anticipated, probably a necessity from many years spent on the road. She falls back against the pavement and scrambles after him as he runs towards the woods. A fatal mistake.

***

A Helping Hand

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 11-13-02 14:40

As Violet leaned back agaisnt a tree she heard the sound of a man scream. She shook her head. Apparently one of the gentleman had learned of his companion's fate, or just what had done him in. It was then that she heard some one running toward the woods, directly at her.

She smiled when she saw him break through the treeline, and stop in front of her. "Please you have to help me. She's crazy! She sucked all the blood out of Joe." He said as he fell to her feet.

"I will help you, don't worry." She said as she placed a hand on his shoulder. Just over his head she saw Narcissa and Guillaume not far behind. Her grip tightened on the man's shoulder as Narcissa came closer.

She saw the look of panic in his eyes. Fear had the same effect as arousal on the blood of a human. It made it sweeter, and better than any wine. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips.

"I did say I would help you, but I did not say how." her voice was icy and send a shiver through his body. "I do hope she enjoys you."

At that point, Narcissa and Guillaume had reached her and the unfortunate gentleman. "Narcissa, it seems, this poor gentleman acted harshly, and wishes to appologize and offer him self to you in turn for your forgiveness." Violet said, looking down at the poor chap.

His eyes portrayed nothing but fear as he kept his gaze on Violet's dark eyes. Her hold on him, was perfect. True she was a fledgling, compared to Guillaume, but the blood that moved through her veins was that of one older than he. She smiled when he turned to face Narcissa.

"I am sorry for my actions a few moments ago miss. Please forgive my actions." He said, letting his head drop to one shoulder. "I offer my self to you, take what you need from me."

Violet's grip never left the man's shoulder. "Come Narcissa, you are still hungry, I have no doubt about that." She smiled softly at the slight look of surprise that crossed both Narcissa and Guillaume's features. It seems that they were in the presense of a powerful vampire, though she didn't even realize the complete power she possesses.

***

Standing Firm... seductively?

Author: Tricia

Date: 11-13-02 19:45

When Laura says,"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?" Tricia looks at her with suddenly steely eyes and speaks, so quietly that Laura has to come really close to the bed to hear, and says, "Do as you wish dearest Laura, I am staying. I have found a new place and I do not want to leave. " Now really Laura, You do not want to be rude and leave Lady Narcissa after all she has helped you?" Why don't you just lie here with me, I will rub your back, releasing the stress, and we can await their return. We had a lovely meal ourselves and it is only right that Lady Narcissa, Sir Guillame and their guests eat too..... don't you think?" Tricia had taken Laura's hand and is gently rubbing the back of it as she speaks and Laura sits down beside Tricia as she finishes speaking. As Tricia finishes speaking, she gives Laura a winning smile, hoping that she will stay with her.

***

Transference

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 11-14-02 05:35

Watching from across the parking lot, Guillaume would find beauty in the way Narcissa's ecstacy contorts her face -- eyes scrunched tightly shut, lips parted wantonly as soft groans rise from her throat -- were it not for the source of her pleasure. Guillaume studiously avoids watching the rhythmic contractions of the first man's buttocks as he thrusts repeatedly into her. But Guillaume cannot blot from his view the way the ruffian's long blonde hair sways like a metronome in time to their debauchery. Nor can Guillaume ignore the lecherous expression on the face of the second man, his body pressed tightly against Narcissa's own backside as he holds her for his friend, no doubt anticipating soon exchanging places with him.

Guillaume had found himself at first relieved when this latecomer emerged from the motel room to discover Narcissa and her intended prey undressing each other in a secluded nook of the building's exterior. Guillaume assumed the interruption would require his intervention and spoil the hunt before Narcissa took her contemplated tactic to its logical consummation. But his Chylde had handled the intrusion most deftly, requiring Guillaume to remain voyeuristically in the forest shadows.

Guillaume knows that, rationally, he should be pleased that Narcissa's predatory instincts are already so finely honed. Likewise, he recognizes he cannot reasonablely blame Narcissa for the pleasure she unavoidably receives from the mortals fondling her; her Vampire senses are too keen to disregard. In fact, Guillaume understands that he should be proud that Narcissa is obviously holding her carnal reactions in check. This shows not only her ability to retain control of her hunt, but also -- he hopes -- an unwillingness to surrender herself fully to any man but him.

Regardless, Guillaume's jealous anger nearly overwhelms any satisfaction he might take from Narcissa's accomplishments. Every instinct provokes him to charge out of the woods and kill both men for their violation of his lover. But he manages to repress that urge, by reminding himself of his duty to help Narcissa learn how best to prey upon such beastly mortals. He forces himself to continue his supervision of her "lesson," as he leans against a tree trunk, pressing his face to the rough bark.

Guillaume growls lowly. He remembers why he had ultimately forbidden his previous Chylde, Colette, from ever drinking a man's blood, requiring her to partake only of the young women Guillaume favored. Colette especially enjoyed seducing maidens. She took perverse delight from knowing that the unnatural acts of love she shared with them were to be the first, last and only physical affection the girls would ever know.

Nonetheless, Guillaume knew that, near the end, Colette often secretly disobeyed his prohibition against male prey. At least it kept her from offering herself to the doomed men in Guillaume's presence. Some fictions are worth the bits of soul consumed by maintaining them.

A high-pitched but distinctly masculine scream brings Guillaume's attention back to the present. He looks up to find Narcissa facing away from him, the blonde man dead at her feet.

The second man pushes Narcissa to the ground and leaps past her. Wearing only his sleeveless white undershirt, he runs across the parking lot, heading toward an opening in the trees about fifteen meters to Guillaume's right. Guillaume sees it is the forest path that first brought Narcissa, Violet and him to this motel.

Narcissa, herself wearing only her boots, chases the fleeing prey, but he has a significant head start. It would not do to let him escape. Guillaume moves to intercept him, but is relieved to see Violet step out of the shadows directly in the man's path. He sees the vampiress take hold of the scoundrel's shoulder and lock her gaze onto his terrified eyes.

By the time Guillaume and Narcissa come up to Violet and the man, he his clearly under Violet's sway. In compliance with Violet's hypnotic suggestion, the man turns and humbly offers himself to Narcissa. But Guillaume takes little note of that drama. The prey's fate is sealed.

His interest is drawn by the satisfied smile Violet wears. The young vampiress, little more than one-tenth his age, has already demonstrated telepathic powers far more refined than his own. Now she reveals mesmeric abilities at least on par with those he has taken centuries to develop.

The first idea that crosses Guillaume's mind is that Violet would make a fitting heiress to Dahlia's legacy. He immediately and silently curses himself for the thought, primarily for its disloyalty to Narcissa, but also for its strategic disadvantages. He would have little more hope of controlling Violet than he had Dahlia.

Yes, it was definitely time for a new Vampiress to assume Dahlia's mantle, but for Guillaume's purposes, that vampiress must be Narcissa.

***

Terms

Author: Aradia

Date: 11-14-02 08:09

Aradia looks up as Mat enters the suite. She perceives Mat's anxiety, a tension absent when they first met.

"What is your decision?" Mat snaps.

Aradia stands with a sigh. She finds it hard to meet the cold gaze of the... the... again she settles on the label of "mermaid," although she knows it is grossly imprecise. Aradia looks forward to rejoining her cousins. Selah would know the right term, or at least know how to look it up.

Staring into the fire, Aradia explains, "I'm sure you understand the ways of my Sisterhood. So, you know my magic is most potent at night... and waxes and wanes with the cycles of the Moon."

Aradia turns and faces the open door to the suite's bathroom. "Will that create any discord with the nature or needs of... of...." Aradia shakes her head. She has no idea how to identify the horribly powerful woman floating in the large bathtub like a basking otter. "Of... her?"

***

An Agreement

Author: Mat

Date: 11-14-02 08:39

Aradia explains, "I'm sure you understand the ways of my Sisterhood. So, you know my magic is most potent at night... and waxes and wanes with the cycles of the Moon. Will that create any discord with the nature or needs of... of..... "Of... her?"

Mat feels some of the tension melt away, another sign of her age, or perhaps exhaustion. But why was the Witch so worried about that child? It is more important that she be made safe for the world than it was that she be made comfortable. It was with her puzzlement apparent in her voice that she answered "She will adjust. But first, one of us had better do something about hier sight. What have you tried?"

***

Finishing the hunt

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 11-14-02 09:53

She felt like a fool as he took off running, her pace not close enough behind. She should have never let him go. She should have never said anything, she should have just gone for the jugular. Surely the reprocussions of her own greediness will reap themselves hard in discipline not only from Guillaume, but perhaps from Violet too. Guillaume joins in the chase into the woods, but they are both suddenly stopped as Violet seems to have a firm grip on the fellow. She stands before all of them, naked, except for her boots, with droplets of blood down her chin and chest. Her foolishness gives rise to anger as the man apologizes. Surely Violet convinced him to do so, but it still angers her that he ran away. She snarls at him with a gutteral growl.

"You do not run away from me fool."

With that, she lept at him tearing into his throat in a most barbaric way, probably not to anyone's surprise however. Her grip on him was tight and she moaned like a dying animal as they both buckled their knees..him from losing his blood, her from taking it. She drains him properly allowing his limp body to fall into the brush.

She merely stays on her knees looking at him, her face now matted with blood, as she looks upon his torn open throat. She had not expected her own anger and reaction and tears begin to flow from her eyes. She covers her face and turns to Guillaume gripping on to his pants. She cowers against him not expecting that kind of animal to come from deep inside of her.

"Oh Guillaume, what was I? What have I become?"

She grips on to him with a swollen belly fully of blood and nearly a wreck in her mind. The newness of this life still taking a toll on her.

***

Guilty Pleasures

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 11-14-02 13:13

"Now really, Laura...." The touch of scolding anger in Tricia's voice surprises Laura. Up until now, Tricia has always been so congenial about everything. "You do not want to be rude and leave Lady Narcissa after all she has helped you?"

This last comment explains the sudden sharpness in Tricia's tone. Laura realizes that Tricia has come to see Laura as an ingrate. Tricia herself had done so much for Laura over the past week. Now, Lady Narcissa has been so generous with both of them. It is little wonder that Tricia would react harshly against Laura's proposal that they reject Lady Narcissa's further hospitality. It simply demonstrates how unappreciative Laura has been of all the tremendously thoughtful things her friends have done for her lately.

Tricia's comment renews the deep guilt and remorse Laura has felt, and tried to ignore, every time she has contemplated leaving Lady Narcissa. Sighing with self-disgust, Laura slumps on the bed, draws in her shoulders, and stares at the floor.

Although it is not what she sought, Laura finds that Tricia immediately seems to forgive her. She takes Laura's right had and strokes it amicably to help calm her.

"Why don't you just lie here with me," Tricia suggests, her voice again kind. "I will rub your back, releasing the stress, and we can await their return."

Laura sighs again, her breath unsteady, on the verge of shamed tears.

Tricia does not give her time to feel badly, but instead puts Laura's mind at ease regarding the dejection she felt when Narcissa went out for dinner without her. "We had a lovely meal ourselves," Tricia reminds her. "And it is only right that Lady Narcissa, Sir Guillaume and their guests eat too. Don't you think?"

Laura nods, sniffling a bit, but already feeling better. She raises her head to look at her friend.

"You're right, of course," Laura whispers. "I'm sorry. I've been so selfish."

Seeing the genuine compassion in Tricia's smile, Laura relaxes. She realizes that she did not really want to spurn Narcissa, after all. And the idea of trying to make her way back to the lakehouse tonight alone does not appeal to her in the least.

Besides, Laura has never been one to turn down a massage. Such opportunities are too few and far between, and she can tell that Tricia's offer was sincere.

"But... um...." She begins, blushing slightly at her presumptuousness in light of her recent confession of ingratitude. "If I can be just a little bit more selfish, I would love to take you up on that back rub you offered."

Tricia nods and chuckles agreeably. Laura removes her jacket and lays on her stomach on the bed. The thin straps of her black dress leave most of her shoulders and upper back exposed to Tricia's strong fingers. Laura purrs delightedly as Tricia begins to massage the tense muscles at the base of Laura's neck.

***

Transcendence

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 11-15-02 05:51

"Oh Guillaume," Narcissa pleads, her fingers digging into his left calf as she looks up from where she sits at his feet, naked in the long grass of the forest clearing. "What was I? What have I become?"

Guillaume reaches down and helps her stand. He retrieves a handkerchief from his coat pocket and tenderly wipes the blood from her face.

"What were you?" Guillaume echos her question. "You were a skilled predator of that which is merely mortal. You were an angel of death, expediting the end of that which was always destined to die."

He drops the soiled linen to the ground. His hands slide softly up Narcissa's bare arms to gently grasp her shoulders.

"What have you become?" He whispers. "Simply that which beauty such as yours most assuredly deserves. You have become... immortal."

***

Caught in a Memory

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 11-15-02 06:39

Violet watched as Narcissa tore into the flesh of the man. She smiled slightly, it reminded her of her first hunt, how carnal the pleasure had been. Then again that pleasure has always been something she has kept with her.

Her eyes drifted to Narcissa as she clung to Guillaume's leg. She moved toward her and Guillaume, placing a hand on Narcissa's shoulder, just next to one of Guillaume's hands. She smiled when Narcissa turned to look at her. "You are a skilled and beautiful predator Narcissa." she said softly.

She sighed softly and slipped away from the three, as she is tugged back into a memory. She walked a few paces away from them, allowing them time together. Her hunger sated, she leaned against a near by tree.

The night was one like this almost two hundred years ago. She walked the streets her first night in this dead body. Though it was dead, it was very much alive, very beautiful. Her arm linked in that of her beloved, her creator, her sire. She was his chylde, ready to learn about the life he had given her. Ready to share the love that bonded them, through the blood and through the physical.

Tonight would be her first hunt. She would learn to take a mortal life, learn how to dispose of her meal. They entered a small bar like establishment, she couldn't help but notice the smile on her sire's face. She looked up at him, smiling as well. Her gaze settled on a striking gentleman, sitting just across the room, his gaze settled on her beautiful form. She looked at her beloved for a moment, and he nodded. This would be her meal this evening.

He whispered something in her ear before she slowly made her way over to the gentleman. She felt his gaze undressing her as she moved, the thought repulsed her after knowing only the caress of her beloved. Though she knew that any touch he made upon her, would be erased by that of her beloved. They shared a few moments of pleasent conversation, before he rose to escort her out of the tavern.

"Perhaps you would like a short walk through the town?" he had said. She smiled placing her hand in his as he helped her stand. "That would be nice sir. Thank you." she said as she started to walk with him to the door. She smiled knowing that her beloved would be following close behind.

They walked, and shared pleasant conversation. Yet, he had led her into a quiet alley way. He smiled down at her as he pulled her roughly to his form. "Now, to take what I've wanted since I saw you enter the tavern." He said as he started to roughly fondle her breasts with one hand, while the other moved to lift the skirt of her dress. ~You will not be the only one taking anything this night.~ She thought.

Quickly he undid the buttons on his pants, and once he had her skirt raised, and her undergarments torn away from her, he thrust into her. Her cires of protest were silenced by a hard kiss to her lips. Her protest slowly turned to pleasure, as his lips left hers and she started to slowly kiss and nip along the salty, sweaty flesh of his neck.

She could feel the pulse of the blood through his veins, she could smell the sweet blood. Her hunger raged, and soon her small fangs tore through the flesh of his neck, his life's blood spilling over her lips and tongue, coursing down her throat. She moaned deeply, her body pulsing as the blood made its way through her body. Soon, the man's limp body was untangled from her own and sent to the cobblestone road at her feet.

Her skirt was righted, just as Lex stepped from the shadows. "You did well beloved. Though, I was tempted to kill him myself for touching you. Though I knew you'd never forgive me for that, becuase I would have taken your hunt away from you." His voice was soft, loving, yet serious, as he lifted a hankerchief to wipe the blood from her beautiful face.

"Now, we must get rid of his body. It will keep us from being discovered. Then most likely distroyed." With tha the picked up the body and lead her away from the city.

Violet was snapped out of her thoughts, by a question from Narcissa. She blinked and turned toward the couple. She sighed softly. "What was that?" she asked, lifting a hand to run through her still damp hair.

***

Magic Fingers

Author: Tricia

Date: 11-15-02 20:15

When Laura says "If I can be just a little bit more selfish, I would love to take you up on that back rub you offered." Tricia is happy to comply using her strong fingers to massage the tense muscles at the base of Laura's neck. Tricia then uses the heels of her palms to apply gentle but firm pressure to the base of Laura's neck releasing the tense muscles even more. She then moves her hands to Laura's shoulders gently kneading each one individually feeling the stress leave the muscles slowly . Tricia then takes Laura's arms and gently removes the straps and pulls the back of the dress down to work more of Lauras back. Laura purrs and automatically raises her chest off the bed momentarily to let Tricia pull the dress to her waist then lies back on her stomach. Tricis starts at the top of the spine rubs in small circles with her fingertips down the spine slowly inch by inch working her way down to Lauras waist.Tricia then works the muscles protecting the shoulder blades and down both sides of the back with firm press and release motions interspersed with a rolling massage of the muscles. Laura's skin is so warm and soft that Tricia starts to feel her own heat rise. But as she does not want to alarm Laura or lose this precious time to be able to touch her, she ignores the feelings and says quietly to Laura," You can feel the tension just falling away from your body leaving you relaxed and happy, content just to be" Tricia then starts to hum the melody again softly and sweetly feeling, Laura's body rise at the waist allowing Tricia to push the dress down to the top of her thighs, and then back down to the bed for more of the addictive massage. Tricia starts working the lower back and tail bone and still further down to the very tense muscles lower, feeling with her touch the full release of the tension. She continues to hum and Laura continues to purr and say quietly" Yes" "there" "oh how good "and she sighs the words, almost to herself but Tricia savors every word...............

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Concerns

Author: Aradia

Date: 11-16-02 07:32

Mat's question regarding Aradia's attempts to remedy her new ward's apparent sightlessness simply reinforces Aradia's concerns that she is not suited to the task as mentor of the hapless, but immensely powerful, woman.

"Because we had no ideas of her fundamental nature," Aradia explains. "Nor of the reason for her blindness, we only tried a general incantation to call upon the mercy of the Goddess. You know:

"'Orb that lights the dark of night,

"Lift this veil from her sight...'

"...Etcetera, etcetera. It seemed to have no affect."

Aradia shrugs, then continues. "Frankly, I suspected the blindness had a biological cause; that it might be a natural consequence of her metamorphosis. I thought if we tried too hard to cure it, we might disrupt her transformation and mutilate some fundamental aspect of her being."

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A need for home

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 11-16-02 13:18

She sighs as he picks her up from the prickly grass and wipes her face. She closes her eyes letting him clean her up and speak softly to her. Her greed had certainly gotten the better of her, as she should have stuck with only 1 victim. She should have taken his life before his friend showed up instead of indulging in the sex act before hand. She felt dirty and wanted to go home. As they both speak, she presses her lips to Guillaumes indulging in a loving kiss before she goes back to get her clothes. She smiles softly and slips away as Violet moves away as well. She goes back to the fateful spot where the Joe is still laying, very dead, and retrieves her clothes. She slowly puts them back on looking down at Joe. He was a handsome rogue and she felt a bit bad for taking the life of such a handsome young man. Perhaps she will still to taking the life of arrogant bastards...the rich always seem to be that way.

She sees Guillaume approach noting the sad look in her gaze as she looks upon her victim. She quickly diverts her gaze up to him and asks honestly.

"How do I dispose of his body?"

She is now clothed, and steps over the body to his side.

"I want to get rid of it so we can go home. I need a hot bath love...I need to get this mortal stink off of me."

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Unaccustomed Chores

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 11-18-02 05:50

"What was that?" Violet looks up and asks, as if finally focusing on the conversation between Narcissa and Guillaume.

"Narcissa was just asking how best to dispose of the carcasses," Guillaume explains. "To be honest, Violet, at this place, and in this era, you may be better qualified to help her than I am. When last I needed to worry about such things, back in France, we preyed mostly upon lesser nobility, wealthy bourgeoisie, and other presumed counter-revolutionaries. So even if a body was found, everyone, even the local gendarmes, assumed it was the work of the government. So far, the hunting I've done here has mostly involved luring the prey back to the manor and letting Briant clean up the mess."

Guillaume takes Narcissa's hand as if already preparing to escort her back to the mansion. "So what do you recommend, Violet?"

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Cleaning up

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 11-18-02 06:28

Violet thought for a minute, as she looked from the body to both Guillaume and Narcissa. She had a feeling that Guillaume would be the type to rely on someone else to clean up after him. She walked abit closer to the body, smirking. "Well, if he were a bit neater, we could have left him in his room, he had enough drugs and most likely alcohol in his system to kill him. But, due to his current state of dead, it won't work."

She sighed and looked again, she smirked, thinking that both men should join their companion. "There is a cave about half a mile west of here, a family of wolves lives in it. There is the best place to get rid of the bodies, though, it would be best if both were fully stripped of all clothing."

She moved to start stripping the first. "We will aslo have to take care of the one that was left in the woods. Narcissa, will you go start stripping that one please. Guillaume, I'll need your help carrying the bodies to the cave. I can pretty much handle one my self, but not two."

"The clothing can simply be tossed in the dumpster, though anything that is extremely bloody should be burned." she quickly finished stripping the first body, tossing all but the bloodied shirt in to the near by trash receptical.

"Please do not just stand there!" she said looking at them both, as they remained watching. True she was younger than Guillaume, but she had taken control of the situation.

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RE: Cleaning up

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 11-18-02 09:47

She nods now having composure over herself as Violet takes control. She watches for a moment, then moves into action as Violet demands of them. She treks back over to the woods and undresses the man. His shirt is stained with blood, so she tosses keeps that with her. He pulls off his shoes, socks and pants checking them carefully for any other blood stains. She knows police will be out scouring the area looking for signs of foul play, should they be reported missing. She sees nothing more then what's on his shirt but decides not to dump the clothes here. She also stops Violet from dumping them.

"We can't throw them away here. Police are going to be out tomorrow when the desk clerks find out they've gone missing. This is the first place they're gonna look and if they find any hair, skin or anything from us on these clothes, they'll know. They won't have you and Guillaume, but they have me on record and I don't want the cops looking for me. We have to take the clothes with us."

Her words make a lot of sense to the both of them, and they make a small pile in the brush before heading off with the bodies. She drags the last man by his arms, his weight much lighter than anticipated, probably due to her own newfound strength. She starts to follow them towards the caves that Violet speaks of.

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Innocent Appreciation

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 11-18-02 12:48

When just a Freshman, Laura had been one of the founders of her dormitory floor's informal "back rub club." The rules were simple. If you were a "member," you could go to any other "member," and request a 20 minute back rub, which must then be given. It was common for girls to make the request of boys. If the woman then wanted a bare back massage, she would take off her blouse and bra while the guy waited outside, then lie flat down on her stomach before he entered the room, to keep everything "decent." As far as Laura ever heard, everyone treated other "club members" with complete respect and no guy ever took advantage of the situation. Laura had brought the "back rub club" idea with her when she moved into her sorority house. There, of course, there was even less concern about topless massages.

So, Laura finds it perfectly natural when Tricia pulls Laura's dress down to her waist, exposing her entire back for the massage Tricia is so generously providing.

Tricia massages down the entire length of Laura's back twice, comforting her further with gentle whispers and softly hummed lullabies. Tricia's soothing fingers first work in small circles down the center of Laura's back, then her strong palms knead down both sides. Each time, however, the effect seems a bit incomplete as the progress of Tricia's hands is checked by the fabric of Laura's dress -- bunched up at her waist -- before they can reach the tight muscles running across Laura's hips to the base of her spine.

Thus, now fully mollified by Tricia's touch, Laura barely gives it a second thought when Tricia tugs her dress down further. Laura lifts her hips to allow Tricia to pull it to her thighs.

Laura is almost immediately rewarded for thus exposing her bottom when all remaining stress in her back dissipates as Tricia's strong fingers trace the remainder of her spine right down to her tailbone.

It is not until Tricia's hands spread out to massage the muscles of Laura's buttocks -- and Laura involuntarily groans with unexpected pleasure -- that Laura becomes uncomfortably aware of the intimacy of Tricia's touch.

Laura instinctively presses her thighs tightly together. But the renewed tension this generates in her muscles simply provides Tricia with a new canvas on which to cultivate her sensual art, and she continues the massage with renewed enthusiasm. Even as Tricia's fingers move within scant inches of places Laura would never want her to touch, Laura still does not protest. The massage just feels too good.

Besides, what could Laura say? Tricia has not actually touched her anywhere truly inappropriate, nor done anything else untoward. Tricia has shown such generous friendship by giving her this back rub -- Laura knows from experience how much work such a complete massage can be -- Laura does not want to offend her by suggesting there is reason to stop. To do so now would either suggest that Laura does not trust Tricia, or it might reveal to Tricia the terrible truth of the effect the massage is having on Laura.

Why have I been so damned horny lately? Laura wonders silently. And why at a time like this? She has no desire to make love with Tricia. Laura remains certain of her own fundamental heterosexuality, despite her recent dreams about Belle Phillips, and that one brief encounter with Lady Narcissa.

On the other hand, Laura has come to learn that Tricia is bisexual. At one point, Tricia even made a pass at her, but Laura is sure Tricia now understands that Laura is not interested in more with her than friendship.

So Laura resolves to simply lie still and bear this part of the massage, confidant that Laura will any moment bring it to an end, or return to rubbing her back, or -- Laura hopes -- move further down her legs and maybe even massage her feet. Laura's first college boyfriend, a senior who graduated and left for medical school out west, would give her full massages like that sometimes. They were pure heaven, and remembering them helps Laura relax.

"Yes... There..." Laura catches herself automatically whispering as Tricia's confidently deft fingers gently ply the firm muscles of Laura's lower buttocks and upper thigh. "Oh how good...." Laura shudders in embarrassment as she buries her face in the pillow and bites down on its linen cover. She hopes her friend understands that she is simply responding to the massage generally, and not encouraging anything in regard to the region on which Tricia is currently working....

Just as she hopes Tricia did not notice the few gentle, but desperate, thrusts Laura's hips just made against the mattress... before Laura realized what she was doing and brought her body back under shaky control.

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Cleansing Commendations

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 11-19-02 05:26

Guillaume smiles as he watches several she-wolves rip into the carcasses. After considerable tugging, one extracts an entire lobe of one dead man's liver. She does not consume it, but carries it back, deep under the limestone overhang. Even Guillaume's vampiric vision cannot discern the residents within those dark shadows. Guillaume imagines she is delivering the morsel to the alpha-male, the lone wolf who provides his dominant guidance to the pack in consideration for a set of distinct and advantageous privileges.

Chuckling softly to himself, Guillaume turns to face the two vampiresses.

"This was an excellent idea, Violet," he tells the elder. "Even if the authorities eventually discover those scoundrels' bones, by the time our friends there are finished with them, there should be no indication of the particular circumstances of their deaths."

He then addresses the younger. "What a wonderful first hunt, darling Narcissa... a most propitious debut!"

He leans forward and gently kisses Narcissa. When he straightens back up, his smile is brighter than ever. "Now, my dear, you mentioned something about a bath, and I think that's a splendid idea. I am sure I need one myself, after all I've done in the past two nights; you ladies are probably just being kind not mentioning anything. Please, lead us back to the manor so that we may take some time to clean up and relax before dawn."

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Retreating home

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 11-19-02 10:51

She stands there watching with Guillaume and Violet, putting her right arm through his left. Her emerald gaze only stares amazed at how close they can get to the wolves. They pay no mind to them, as if they understand their nature. Guillaume turns and kisses her softly reflecting his thoughts about her hunt. She smiles as his words are encouraging, as she thought for sure she would be scolded for losing one of the men who was recovered by Violet.

"Thank you Guillaume. Next time I won't be so greedy."

She looks down with soft curls falling into her eyes. She digs her boot into the dirt for a second but stops as he mentions going home.

"Good idea, let's get out of here. I want to check on Laura and Tricia anyways. I have a feeling Laura wants to leave..I think she needs more...persuasion..to stay."

She looks deviously at Guillaume then to Violet wondering if she would like a taste of the ladies as well. She turns and follows Violet back to the roadside with Guillaume in tow looking forward to getting back to the manor. She has had quite enough excitement from the hunt, and is looking forward to more intimate moments with Guillaume. She hopes he will invite her into his hot bath so they may some quiet moments alone before dealing with anyone else.

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Returning 'Home' and a Proposal

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 11-19-02 13:55

Violet walked away from the cave that housed the wolves. She knew the family would have enough to last them a few days with out having to hunt. Three fresh bodies, would definately be enough. The Vampiress always had a special soft spot for wolves, given the fact that her first animal companion had been a midnight black wolf.

Her mind drifted back to her first hunt, and she quickly banished the thought, now was not the time to think of Lex and that night. She waited patiently for Guillaume and Narcissa to join her. Though she was sure she could find her way back to the Kiss alone, she wanted the companionship they provided.

"I've noticed that she seems to wish to leave the manor. Perhaps, I might have the persuasion that would keep her there. If you wouldn't mind me sipping from the lovely woman, that is." she said with a devious smile.

Violet ran a hand through her hair, though the quick shower she had taken in the hotel had cleansed most of the mortal's touch, she needed to soak in a warm bath. She wondered if she could arrange for Narcissa to have Laura join her.

Would Laura object to joining her this evening? Though, she doubted that the woman would have a say in the matter, given the fact that she did have Narcissa's essence in her. She was sure that Narcissa would be able to persuade the woman in to joining her.

She waited for an answer from Narcissa before continuing on back to the manor, and a warm bath, and hopefully a warm body to spend a few hours with.

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Magic Fingers part 2

Author: Tricia

Date: 11-19-02 21:20

Tricia continues her complete massage and in one fell swoop reaches under Laura's Thighs and pulls the dress all the way down to Laura's feet and off. Tricia then starts on Laura's very tense thighs working in very small circles helping her to relax the inner thighs and seeing that Laura lets her legs fall apart. Tricia then starts massaging the inner thighs releasing all the tension in that part of Laura's body. Tricia can feel the heat emanating from Laura's secret core but just continues to massage ��.Working her way down each thigh to the back of the knees and then to each calf kneading the soft skin and reveling in the feel of Laura's soft skin and wonderfully intoxicating scent. Tricia then moves to the bottom of the narrow bed and pulls Laura's legs apart so the she can put each foot on one of her own thighs and then continues the massage, from the Achilles' tendon to the tip of each toe. And when Laura is completely relaxed, Tricia rolls her over on her back and massages the front of Laura's body from the tops of Laura's feet up her shins to her thighs to the outer mons just glancing over it to her stomach and ribcage to her breasts touching in a detached almost clinical way then up the front of Laura's neck and chin and cheekbones and closed eyelids and the ears and top of Laura's golden head. Stopping to press a light kiss on Laura's forehead, Tricia pulls the coverlet from the bottom of the bed and puts it on Laura' now fully revealed form and sits at the top of the bed. Putting Laura's Head into her lap and strokes her hair saying quietly,"Now Dear Laura, do you feel better and more relaxed? Are you willing to wait to see what Lady Narcissa wants of you and us?"

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Munificence

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 11-20-02 05:41

Guillaume nods as Narcissa expresses her concerns about Laura's fealty. He raises an eyebrow at the solution Violet proposes.

"I actually have not sipped from the girl myself," he tells Violet. "And I do not intend to do so anytime soon."

Guillaume sees the surprise on Narcissa's face and explains. "I was going to tell you later... Leave it as a surprise. But I suppose now is as good a time as any. I know it was not our original plan, but I decided earlier this evening to let you keep Laura all to yourself for as long as you wanted. I thought you would enjoy having your own special pet. You may think of her as a present to celebrate your first hunt." He bends down to kiss the top of Narcissa's head.

Guillaume then turns back to Violet. "So it is entirely up to Narcissa whether or not you should sip from Laura. I will concur with either decision. I certainly would not blame Narcissa for wanting to retain sole possession of Laura. On the other hand, I hear it is healthy for any Chylde to learn to share her toys."