Asha

Author: Asha

Date: 02-18-03 13:12

There's something coming this way and I can feel it, almost taste it. It may be another one like that.

I hope not.

I don't think that I could take two of her.

I just vowed to myself to be a good student and learn all I can from her so that I can use it against her, and now, already, I want to kill her again.

I wish that I could stand to be so disgusted with myself. Then it wouldn't bother me.

I'd still like to kill her.

I can feel Aradia stirring upstairs, ready to come down to breakfast...what will she think when she sees me like this? Although seeing what I have done to her, she may wish to start battering me with everything she's got as well as any tricks that has taught her.

She's sitting right there at the table and I can't even look at her. I never wanted to hurt anyone, it just kind of happened, I wish I could tell you that!

I can't.

I've got so much to learn about what I can do, so much to figure out. It's brought me fully up to date, I know what she means to have you do, but I have these memories, I have to learn about those, and there, how can you help me?

What is Caoimhe, and why can't that get to it?

And who or what is coming in with the wind?

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Subtle Conversation

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 02-18-03 17:08

Violet sighed at the silence that hung thickly in the room after she had finished speaking. She nodded at Guillaume's words, but before she could answer Tricia enters and she catches Guillaume's look and nods in understanding.

"Yes Guillaume I do agree. Yes Tricia is indeed a good servant." He would be able to pick up the slight hint of anger in her voice, and a flash of hatred for most mortals as she looked at him.

Her gaze was then lifted to Narcissa as she entered. "Hopefully she will come to realize what she is soon Narcissa, for I would truly enjoy her company, she was after all, quite enjoyable last eve." There was a devilish smirk on Violet's lips as she spoke.

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Disciplined Discussions

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 02-19-03 06:39

"I left her tied up to think about what she has done," Narcissa snickers in response to Guillaume's inquiry about their servant, Laura. Guillaume is not shocked. Indeed, it pleases him that Narcissa would treat the woman harshly. He finds it enticing.

Guillaume wonders why he seemed to fall in love with such sadistic woman. Not that he would ever allow them to mistreat him. But there was something exciting to find such cold cruelty in the midst of hot passion.

Narcissa's chuckle deepens. "I left her tied up, naked and quite bloodied, to think about what she is."

Guillaume knows Narcissa is not nearly as vicious as his last Kindred lover, Colette... not yet, at least. But Narcissa is certainly more brazen, discussing her torture of the girl here in the open, even as she toys with their other slave, Tricia. Guillaume glances with some concern at their guest, Violet LeBlanc, but even this outwardly genteel Vampiress smiles in amusement.

"Hopefully she will come to realize what she is soon, Narcissa," Violet says of Laura. "For I would truly enjoy her company, she was after all, quite enjoyable last eve."

Guillaume sits back and sighs. His decision to give Laura to Narcissa to use as she pleases has proven most wise. It has not only helped Narcissa overcome any vestiges of human compassion that might have interfered with her new predatory nature, it has also set a new tone at Crimson Kiss manner. A tone that will help fertilize, Guillaume hopes, a budding Kindred renaissance.

"Yes," Guillaume says softly, reiterating a theme he had opened with Violet just before the others arrived. "We would all be much better off if... certain people... knew their proper place."

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Letting her wait

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 02-19-03 07:18

She looks at Guillaume with an odd expression wondering what he and Violet were talking about before she came down. Tricia handed her a glass nervously and she winked to her offering her a seat next to Guillaume. She continued to stand looking between them, but doesn't ask about their dicussion. Instead she focused on what Violet said about handing Laura over to her. She smiled coyly at her words as she sipped from the glass.

"We'll see Violet. I think Laura needs more discipline before I let you have her. She is still not accepting what she is. I'd hate to give you a toy that doesn't work right. I....or rather we...need to work on her a bit more, if you don't mind that is. Of course, you can 'have' her, whenever you please."

She smiled down at Guillaume who seemed to be beaming at the fact his chylde was taking control of Laura in such an aggressive manner. She even surprised herself speaking this way, having no prior experience with slaves in her mortal life. She had been to an S&M club before in the city, once or twice, but never really participated. Just watched. Perhaps what she saw sank in deeper then she had imagined...and brought pleasure. She let some time pass as they continued to talk, idle chatter with subtle meanings about the fate of humanity and their place in society. At least an hour had passed and she had almost forgotten Laura was still upstairs. Rather languidly, she turned to Guillaume flashing him a wicked smile as she spoke.

"Guillaume, my love, perhaps we both could go check on Laura now. I need to find out if she's learned a lesson, but I want you there this time. At least to guide me if she hasn't. Tricia, stay here with Mistress Violet and keep her entertained...do as she says and be a good girl."

She smiled to Violet hoping she didn't mind that she is taking Guillaume away so soon, but it was urgent to her that Laura be trained...quickly...before giving her back to Violet.

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Defining Status

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 02-20-03 05:45

"Guillaume, my love, perhaps we both could go check on Laura now," Narcissa suggests. "I need to find out if she's learned a lesson, but I want you there this time. At least to guide me if she hasn't."

Guillaume stands and crosses the room to top off his goblet in preparation for returning upstairs.

Narcissa sees to other arrangements, turning to their mortal servant and instructing, "Tricia, stay here with Mistress Violet and keep her entertained. Do as she says and be a good girl."

A tiny smile curves Guillaume's lips when he hears Narcissa add the honorific "Mistress" to Violet's name. Guillaume himself had conditioned Tricia, and their other human slave, Laura, to address the vampiresses by the aristocratic title "Lady." While that would certainly emphasize Narcissa and Violet's exalted status to European ears, Narcissa's instincts are obviously more attuned to New World sensibilities. Guillaume decides he will follow Narcissa's lead and insist that the young women hereinafter address the vampiresses as "Mistress." He will need to consult later with Narcissa whether it would be better to have them address him as "Master," or if his accustomed title of "Lord" will suffice.

Having given Tricia her directions, Narcissa walks over to join him. As they turn toward the door, Guillaume comments, "I will willingly advise you on handling Laura if you wish, my Darling. But from what I've seen and heard so far, I believe you have the matter well in hand."

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Waiting

Author: Asha

Date: 02-20-03 08:53

I don't know what the hell happened, but the next time I could think, I was outside the Vampiress Dahlia's manor house, staring into the forest and feeling someone calling. Oh not to me, or anything even remotely like me, but I could feel it all the same. It was the same something that I had felt on it's way before, only now it was so much stronger...

And even as I analyze what I feel coming from it...HER...it wanes...

But it is near; we will meet tonight.

Friend or foe remains to be seen, but by my LIFE I could use a friend. Another enemy, and I'll have to do...well, something. I don't for one second believe that I could run away again, and even if I could, where would I go?

I sit on the edge of the dry fountain, and wait.

I hate waiting. But I can at least entertain myself. I call up a ball of fire and start weaving a cat's cradle. I have plenty of time to try and figure out how to play the little game by myself. And if the...she...that is coming proves to be unfriendly? Well then, I've already got a weapon in my hands.

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Change of status

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 02-21-03 04:45

She smiles slyly as Guillaume joins her to find out what she has done to Laura. She leads him up the stairs in silence knowing he will see her work in but a few moments anyways.

She opens the door slowly and can hear Laura softly crying, not out of sadness, but out of lonliness desiring for her mistress to return. The crying suddenly stops as she looks over her shoulder to see Narcissa, but a bit confused as she sees Guillaume. She walks over to Laura brushing her finger tips down the girls back in a soft touch that would make even the strongest man shudder from desire.

"So you see my love...she refused to give in."

She crouched down and untied Laura's hands and feet grabbing her wrists and standing her up before Guillaume while he inspected her. A bite mark on her thigh, deep scratches across her throat and back, and yet she still remained wet between her legs.

"Laura...I will ask you again, and if you refuse to answer, I will let Guillaume have his way with you. And trust me, he is a much more cruel master."

She turned back to Guillaume as she said that and his gaze sharpened with a wicked smile to Laura as she spoke those words, knowing them to be very true when it came to mortals.

"Now...what are you and what am I?"

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Torn

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 02-21-03 13:15

Laura has never felt more ashamed than she does at this moment, standing naked under Lord Guillaume's piercing scrutiny. She watches as the perceptive focus of his cold steel gaze moves over her body, noting every wound, bruise and abrasion, each a testament to Laura's abject surrender to Lady Narcissa's vicious lusts. Laura can see the amusement in Guillaume's eyes, and knows that he understands the relief, both sexual and emotional, Laura had found in finally abandoning her self-righteous moral reservations and submitting to Narcissa's desires. Just as the pain Narcissa had inflicted upon her intensified the ecstacy Laura felt at her touch, Laura blushes realizing that the humiliation she now suffers only enhances her need to please Narcissa, lest Narcissa be disappointed and again deprive Laura of her company.

NO! some lingering fragment of Laura's shattered personality screams from deep within her soul. But Laura just shakes her head slightly, desperately repressing this last gasp of free will. Laura cannot help herself. She does not dare anger Lady Narcissa. Laura relishes the slightest glance from Narcissa, she craves any touch of Narcissa's hand, be it gentle or violent. To offend Narcissa, and thereby risk her needed company, is unthinkable.

Laura comprehends that it pleases Lady Narcissa to display her in this way to Lord Guillaume, a man Laura barely knows. As such, it is yet another way to give her body to Narcissa, and so the humiliation itself adds to Laura's sexual need. Laura looks to the floor, somehow knowing that Guillaume recognizes this, too, and so has witnessed her complete debasement.

"Laura," Lady Narcissa growls the moment that Laura averts her eyes. "I will ask you again, and if you refuse to answer, I will let Guillaume have his way with you. And trust me, he is a much more cruel master."

Laura visibly shudders. She knows Narcissa and Guillaume are lovers. In fact, the night Narcissa first made love to Laura, she had suggested afterward that Guillaume join them in bed. But Laura had rejected the idea then, and the thought of Guillaume's touch still leaves her cold.

This realization that she feels no attraction for such a handsome and charismatic man, at least none akin to the desire she has for Narcissa, reaffirms Laura's mistaken new belief that she is a lesbian. Unknown to Laura, her desires for her friend Belle, and Ladies Violet and Narcissa, are actually caused by the addictive effect of the essence from those three vampiresses now infusing Laura's blood. The contradiction between these unnatural feelings and Laura's true sexuality has helped accelerate the demolition of Laura's once confident spirit.

"Now," Lady Narcissa concludes. "What are you and what am I?"

"I am yours!" Laura gasps, remembering what Lady Narcissa had told her two hours ago.

Narcissa had also said that she was Laura's "Mistress," so Laura knows that is the answer Narcissa seeks to the second half of her question. Her self-esteem now thoroughly crushed, and needing to please Narcissa, Laura is willing to make that confession.

"You are my... my... M...."

An incessant memory entangles Laura's tongue. She remembers Lord Guillaume's voice so distinctly, she looks up, but sees he is not speaking now. Rather, her mind echos with words he spoke last night: "Laura... from now on, you must address Lady Narcissa... as nothing other than: 'my Lady.'"

Laura does not know of the hypnotism behind that command. All she knows is that she must obey it, even though it will displease Lady Narcissa. She hopes it will at least satisfy Lord Guillaume. Laura would rather suffer the sweet torment of Lady Narcissa's discipline, than the cruel torture she has been assured would result from Guillaume's wrath.

Shaking visibly, Laura turns to look directly into Lady Narcissa's... Mistress Narcissa's... eyes. Laura hopes her face will reveal what she really means as she says, as she must...

"And you are 'my Lady.'"

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Finally, satisfaction

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 02-22-03 13:26

She steps back as Guillaume inspects Laura, offering him ample time to think about what he would want to do to her should she refuse to answer the question properly. Laura is shaking, although perhaps she doesn't know it, but she physically is as Guillaume moves closer to her. She furrows her brow wondering why it is that Laura would reject Guillaume so readily...he is handsome, rich, worldly...and of course, vampire. As far as she was concerned, if Laura answered with rejection in her voice, she would let Guillaume have her...in whatever capacity he desired...and it would not bother her. She chuckled at this thought, always having been jealous of her boyfriends in her mortal life, and yet when confronted with a situation like this, it was hardly worth her time even thinking about. She knew how Guillaume felt about slaves, and would treat her as that...a slave. Guillaume looked down his nose at humans...saw them as beneath him. She did not have that perception yet though...although she hated to admit it, she still had feelings for humans, and at this particular time felt pity for Laura. Should she answer incorrectly, it was only a matter of deduction what Guillaume would do to her.

Guillaume had been so violent with her in the bathtub, gripping her, scrubbing her and making her succomb to his will, and she was supposed to be his equal, after she had wished to make love to him before bathing just last night. She could only imagine what twisted punishment he would inflict on Laura, but that was moot as Laura quickly announced her position.

"I am yours!" Laura gasps....her enthusiasm seemingly taking them both by surprise. But after a few seconds of hesitiation and a raised brow from both herself and Guillaume, Laura finally announces the rest.

"And you are 'my Lady.'"

An almost collective sigh comes over the both of them, as now she can escape the torture of Guillaume, and she won't have to worry about the sanity or safety of her slave. She knows Guillaume would never do anything that would endanger Laura physically, but mentally, who knows.

She smiled softly at Laura and chuckled.

"Good girl. I knew you'd finally realize your place around here."

She looked at Guillaume, but his eyes were on the window and he seemed quite distracted from the women. He walked over opening the curtains slightly looking towards the front of the house. He spoke quietly. 'Someone is here.'

She raised a brow and looked back at Laura.

"Laura, go to our bathroom and bath yourself. Find a new dress, preferrably something...red...and meet us back downstairs. Put your hair up...I like it that way."

Her commands seemed non-chalant and came to her naturally as she moved towards Guillaume to the window. She tried to peek out as well, but couldn't see anything. Her senses were certainly not as tuned and skilled as his were. In the mean time, Laura moved quickly across the room, now perhaps a bit embarrassed she was left standing there, alone and naked. She closed the door to the bathroom to bathe and get at least some bit of privacy from her mistress. She moved her gaze to the bathrooom door as Laura shut it, but decided not to act this time on it. She would wait another time to tell her slave no doors are to be shut.

Her focus turned back towards the windows as Drakonic and his guest approached the door.

"Another one...like us. He has a mortal with him." Guillaume whispered. "We should go back down."

She nodded as he led the way across the room. Before they went back downstairs however, she yelled out to Laura, who was running the bath water now.

"Laura! Join us in the library when you're dressed."

With that, they both slipped back out the door and downstairs to see who their new visitor will be. Briant will escort this new kindred and his companion in, so they head to the library.

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Without Remorse

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 02-22-03 14:50

Laura raises her left leg out of the hot bath water. With the blood washed away, the bite does not look so bad. The gash is only skin deep.

Like beauty, Laura muses. But then she immediately rejects that cliche. Surely, Lady Narcissa's beauty runs to the very core of her being. It is the beauty of a lightening bolt striking an ancient oak, or of fiery lava streaming down a volcanic slope, blindingly brilliant and paralyzingly powerful.

Laura now considers herself foolish for having tried to resist her desires for Lady Narcissa. The life Narcissa leads, built on the extremes of adventuresome romance, is obviously so much fuller than anything Laura ever imagined. The mundane realities of school and a planned career, formerly the driving force of Laura's existence, now seem so shallow. Laura counts herself lucky to have left them behind, to share instead in the gratifying fulfillment found in Lady Narcissa's audacious lifestyle. Laura is convinced she will find far more personal satisfaction, even as a mere servant in Narcissa's world, than she would ever have achieved in the promising professional career that a mere week ago was her prime goal, and seemed then her certain destiny.

Laura retrieves a sponge from the shelf next to the tub, pours a perfumed body wash onto it, and begins to scrub her still delectably sensitive skin. She relishes all the sensual luxuries this opulent mansion has to offer.

To think I lived twenty years totally oblivious to this wonderful way of life! Laura actually chuckles, as one who becomes privy to some dark secret hidden from her peers. And it isn't unique to Lady Narcissa and Lord Guillaume. Lady Violet obviously lives it, too.

Laura laughs louder as she suddenly believes she has also solved the puzzle of her friend Belle's disappearance. Thinking back to that last, brief, late-night encounter with her best friend, Laura realizes she sensed in Belle the same deep, confident contentment Lady Narcissa, Lady Violet, and Lord Guillaume so unabashedly exude. Belle too must have met someone who showed her that life was about something better than good grades and prestigious jobs.

But Belle was going to become a doctor... Laura suddenly frowns. She has the brains to go to med-school easily. Isn't that more important than...? And me, I was going to....

Just as these doubts start to resurface, Laura absentmindedly wipes the sponge over the unhealed wound on her leg. The sting shoots right up her thigh, reminding her of the exquisite sensation of pain-enhanced ecstacy that had so quickly brought her to a climax with Narcissa two hours earlier. Laura moans as memories of making love with Ladies Narcissa and Violet, and her own fantasies about Belle, crowd all questions from Laura's mind. The sponge spins gently in the swirling water as Laura's hands slip beneath the surface and between her spreading legs.

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The Loss Of Isolation

Author: Drakonic Sephonis

Date: 02-22-03 16:12

Drakonic stepped up to the door after a moments hesitation, stopping himself from over thinking. He wasn't sure why, but the idea of finally being with his own kind made him a bit hesitant. Shaking this feeling off, he knocked once on the door, and waited patiently, knowing that his presence was by now known.

After a moment, the door opened slowly, and Briant stood behind it. The two looked at each other a moment. Briant broke the silence by saying, "Your presence has been expected."

As Briant looks at Anna, Drakonic nods, and says, "Sorry to haf kept you vaiting. I am Drakonic Sephonis. Is the Lady of the house in?"

Briant looks back to Drakonic, and says, "No, she has gone traveling abroad. However, you are more than welcome to stay, as there are currently other guests here as well, awaiting her arrival."

Drakonic nods, and asks, "How long vill she be avay?"

"I am not sure sir."

Drakonic thinks for a moment, and says, "I am really sorry to hear that. I had hoped she vould be able to enjoy the gift I have brought." Drakonic looks over to Anna, knowing she has no idea what he is referring to, but that Briant does. He nods, looking back to Briant, and says, "Alright then. Vair are the other guests?"

Briant takes one last glance at Anna, before saying, "They are in the library. I will show you the way, then come back for your bags."

Drakonic chuckles a moment, before saying, "I knew I had forgotten someting. I have no bags for you to take, as they are....vith my driver."

Briant looks at him a moment, before stepping aside, allowing the two entrance. Drakonic steps inside, followed by Anna. As Briant shuts the door, Drakonic looks around, and says, "It is finally good to be back among Kindred again, after being lost in a svirling cesspool of filth."

Briant leads the two down the hall, to the library. Drakonic looks around at the individuals, rather then the room. A smile crosses his lips. Briant announces, "Drakonic Sephonis, and...." He turns to Drakonic, expecting a name.

Drakonic looks to Briant, and says, "Thank you." Cutting the introduction there. As Briant walks off, he turns to the room, and says, looking to Anna, "This is a snack, one of the likes you haven't tasted for a VERDY long time." He smiles at Anna, knowing she won't be going anywhere.

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