Genteel Opportunity

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 03-26-03 14:13

It appalls Laura to watch Tricia behave so wholly and unashamedly as Sir Drakonic's slave. They have only just met the man. Laura realizes there is much about her friend that, a week ago, Laura would have never suspected.

The startling discoveries started when Laura had learned of Tricia's bisexuality in the most shocking way, when Tricia made a pass at her. Now, watching Tricia so readily, willingly and completely participate in these kinky sexual slavery practices of Lord Guillaume, Lady Narcissa and their friends, Laura can only conclude that Tricia has been into such things for a long time.

Sir Drakonic's mention of Laura's "relationship with your Lord and Lady" reminds Laura that she has not exactly been the epitome of purity and virtue herself these past few days. Laura blushes remembering the unexpected and unusual acts and deeds that have caused her such tormented ecstacy since she arrived at the Phillips' summer house, then came here as Lady Narcissa's guest.

As though he has guessed her thoughts, Sir Drakonic concludes what he's been saying in his low, Russian accent, "I will keep the past events silent, provided you can abandon all your judgements about myself, and we can start over."

A faint smile graces Laura's lips and she nods slowly. Lord Guillaume and Lady Narcissa have made it clear that they expect Laura and Tricia to share Sir Drakonic's bed tonight if he asks. Laura has been looking for the chance to let him know politely, but in no uncertain terms, that despite her unusual behavior of the last couple nights, she has no interest in such casual sex. His comment provides that opportunity.

"Such discretion proves you're a gentleman," Laura suggests. "It is reassuring to find myself here in the company of someone I can trust will act tonight in a gentlemanly fashion."

***

Her Arms Laden With Gifts...

Author: Somatra Manjula

Date: 03-26-03 15:13

Somatra had arched a brow at the odd exchange between the ancient and the girl, though she had sensed the tension radiating from the child she had not thought it would warrant sneaking about. Shooting a brief glance to the men she thought it was just as well, she had made sure that they brought some clothes that would show their physique off to it's best. This would give her time to really clean them up and present them in a manner that befit the tastes of those within. As they walked around the large manor to the back she had tried to strike up a conversation, not only to learn more about the patrons but to set the child at ease. However the girls distracted silence was soon contagious as Somatra decided a conversation would be better left for later. She was surprised the girl had clung to her hand, usually when one knew what she was..but then that was how humans reacted and this child was hardly that. She spent the time it took to reach the back entrance contemplating what it was that filled the girl with so much apprehension and what manner of being she was. While she had a few suspicions she tended not to assume too much. The boys followed the female pair obediently, careful to stay as silent as they could. Once they were in the doorway she sensed several ancients and a witch.

Craning her neck she watched the two speaking, her verdant gaze narrowing thoughtfully. The pair seemed not to notice her or the child with the cold grip, her pets stood back, waiting for them to move. Somatra moved the hold she had on them, she no longer needed to use it, however she warned them that their silence would be needed at the moment as well as their caution. Canting her head back she watched them waiting patiently, Matthias seemed nervous, sensing the powers that emanated from within the manor. The girl nudged her through the doorway, motioning upwards, thoroughly intrigued by her behavior Somatra continued on, the subject of discussion between the two ancients (though of different races) coming into view, without having to throw out her senses she knew it was a vampiress, a fact that surprised her. How rare..and foolish of the master to discipline the recalcitrant chylde in front of others, she thought. But as she ascended the stairs, her boots surprisingly silent, she recanted, 'twould be a quick way to get results. A faint smile hovered o'er her lips but she would think on it later, arriving on the second floor she moved out of view of the stairway as her pets followed her up. Within mere seconds the girl had joined them with Rusty in tow.

She swept them off to her room and quietly shut the door..the shattered door..before sitting down. Somatra inspected it idly as her pets walked behind her and waited for her to give them leave to rest their feet. Turning she strode to the girls side, taking a seat she waved the men to sit, watching as they quickly filed behind her and kneeled. An affectionate yet possessive smile curves her lips, too bad she wouldn't get to discipline them herself. But then...she would not touch them, they were for the patrons and owner after all. Her gaze rested on Matthias for a moment before it then turned to the child. For one with so much power she was quite fearful, understanding she might not get any response Somatra nodded towards the door before asking in a hushed voice,

"What lies beyond that door that fills you with so much fear?"

***

Preparations

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 03-27-03 05:59

Guillaume leads Narcissa up the back stairs from the kitchen, then down the corridor to their suite. As Guillaume has hoped, they encounter none of the Kindred. Indeed, he realizes he has not seen Shen nor Paysha at all this evening. He hopes whatever they are doing, they are having as much fun as he now plans for himself.

"Narcissa, put the ice bucket on the left side night stand," he directs as they enter their bedroom. As usual, the opulent chamber is warmly lit by a few dozen tall pillar candles, some in wall sconces, others in freestanding, iron candelabra. Guillaume wonders how much of the butler Briant's time goes into lighting candles around the huge mansion each night. Perhaps Dahlia employs other servants for such menial and repetitive tasks, the sort of servants that are rarely, if ever, seen. Guillaume realizes he will have to learn much more about the nightly operations of this manor if he is to assume the role here he intends.

But tonight he has very different plans. As Narcissa sets the full, insulated silver pail on the small table at the head of their bed, he continues his instructions.

"Narcissa, find four of those strong sashes you used to bind Tricia last night. Tie them, one to each, tightly and securely to your ankles and wrists. Oh, and while you're going about that, please fetch me that knife you mentioned."

As she moves to obey, Guillaume undresses himself completely, then dons a short, black, silk robe. He notices how much Narcissa's demeanor has changed since her first spanking in the utility closet downstairs. She now follows his orders directly and purposefully, no longer exhibiting any hint of impertinence in voice or demeanor. Guillaume is relieved that since she came to realize the seriousness of this exercise, she has been able to subdue her natural rebelliousness, and abide by his direction with maturity, self-discipline, and even wisdom. Tomorrow, when this is all behind them, he will happily tell her how she has pleased him.

Assuming, of course, that she survives the remainder of this night.

***

Surreptitious Steps

Author: Aradia

Date: 03-27-03 13:30

Unwilling to watch the Vampire Sire mete such vicious and humiliating punishment to his Chylde, Aradia happens to have her head turned toward the back hall as Asha sneaks by with a group of people. Aradia can see little except shadows, but there appears to be a slender young woman and several brawny men. Aradia immediately glances at Mat, but she appears completely engrossed in the drama between Guillaume and Narcissa.

Still, it surprises Aradia that Asha could pass by so closely without drawing Mat's attention. The tension between Mat and Asha contains an unpredictable -- and, Aradia suspects, so far unrecognized -- dynamic that Aradia fears will impel her to her own ruin if she does not herself gain some control over it. Mat is too old, too powerful, too experienced. If Aradia is to have some say in these affairs, it will have to be through Asha, especially now, as it appears Asha has a way to evade her Mistress' sensitivity.

Aradia decides to try to test that. After several interminable minutes, the Vampires complete their bizarre ritual and head upstairs, using the same back hall and staircase that Asha and the strangers had used a few minutes before. Aradia faces that doorway, and being careful not to suggest about whom she speaks, or otherwise limit her question, she asks Mat ambiguously: "What did you make of all that?"

***

Unsatisfied

Author: Mat

Date: 03-27-03 13:50

Aradia asks "What did you make of all that?", and Mat stops to think a bit before answering, carefully weighing each of the words. "It seemd to me that she asked for what she wanted anyway, with little or no thought as to whether it would be an actual punishment or a treat. But her Master seems content with it. I would not let her get away with such a transgression, even for her first, minor offense...it could lead to further difficulties in learning her place. Perhaps with the added humiliation of having to perform such acts with an unfriendly audience...but that didn't seem to work so well with the spanking, did it?

"You, however were extremely unsettled by the entire proceeding...I could see it in the way you held youself. Why does physical discipline bother you so?"

***

Fear Factor

Author: Asha

Date: 03-28-03 09:21

"What lies beyond that door that fills you with so much fear?" Somatra's question rings through my head in such a manner that at first I am unsure that she has spoken aloud, until I look at her and see the curiosity and even a bit of my own anxiety reflected on her features. Oddly enough, I no longer feel like a dirty little girl being looked down upon by a princess, now it is more like having your glamorous older cousin finally notice that you are too old to just "go out and play." Not much better, but any improvement was welcome...I wonder at the change though...is it something in her or in me that is different now?

One of the men shifts, and I can feel it is the one that fell, the one with the red hair...my magic seems to be quite sticky stuff, or perhaps it is that I just don't know what I am doing.

"I don't know what I'm doing here." I tell her. "My Mistresses were in that kitchen, and while the Witch hasn't been so bad, she's even taken care of me, the other..." my voice cracked and broke on the last syllable, and afraid of looking even weaker than I already am I viciously stamp down on the urge to either throw my arms around Somatra and hold on for dear life or to try like hell to hide behind her. And again, I can feel the big red head twitch towards me. I have got to learn some kind of controll over what I can do. "I don't know what to do...I can't hold my own...she can hurt me...and she gets into my head...and she knows things..." I'm babbling and my voice is getting higher and screechier by the moment and I can't seem to controll myself...even worse now I'm starting to shake and I'm tearing up, and this time I can't stop it...And I just want to do something to make the embarrasment end!

"I just can't help myself when it comes to her, I don't even know how to fight her."

The room is as silent as a grave.

"I need some kind of help, and I need to learn."

***

Rumours of War

Author: Ian

Date: 03-28-03 12:12

Ian sits alone in the parlor. He can sense the impending strife and violence around him. He takes note of it with little concern. Such is always the way of things.

Ian has rarely seen, and never watched, television. He does not read newspapers. He has other sources of information, some almost as old as the world itself.

Perhaps it is the dark emotions permeating the manor. Perhaps it is something else. But something provokes a gloomy nostalgia for his homeland, even as it inspires him to sing for the empty room.

~~~

The poacher and his daughter

Throw soft shadows on the water

In the night.

A thin moon slips behind them

As they pull the net with no

Betraying light.

And later on the coast road,

I meet them and the old man

Winks a smile.

And who am I to fast deny

The right to take a fish

Once in a while?

I walk with them, they wish me luck

When I ship out on the Sunday

From the kyle.

And from the church I hear them

Singing as the ship moves sadly

From the pier.

Oh, poacher's daughter, Sunday best,

Two hundred brave souls share the

Farewell tear.

There's a house on the hillside,

Where the drifting sands are born.

Lay down and let the slow tide wash me

Back to the land where I came from.

Where the mountain men are kings

And the sound of the piper counts for everything.

Did my tour, did my duty.

I did all they asked of me:

Died in the trenches, and at Alamein,

Died in the Falklands on T.V.

Going back to the mountain kings

Where the sound of the piper counts for everything.

Long generations from the Isles

Sent to tread the foreign miles

Where the spiral ages meet.

Felt naked dust beneath their feet.

Future sun called winds to blow

And the past and present hard-eyed crow

Flew hunting high and circling low

Over blackened plains of Eden.

There's a child and a woman

Praying for an end to the mystery.

Hoping for a word in a letter

Fair wind-blown from across the sea

To where the mountain men are kings

And the sound of the piper counts for everything.

There's a house on the hillside,

Where the drifting sands are born.

Lay down and let the slow tide wash me

Back to the land where I came from.

Where the mountain men are kings

And the sound of the piper counts for everything.

Where the real mountain men are kings

And the sound of the piper counts for everything.

Feel the naked dust beneath my toes

While the future sun calls winds to blow

And the past and present black-eyed crow

Flies hunting high and circling low

Between dream mountains of our Eden.

***

Bowing to master

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 03-29-03 14:22

They had taken the long walk up to their chambers, something she was happy and eager to do, as long as they were alone. He instructed her to place the ice bucket to the left of the bed, which she did. It was only in her best interest to follow his instructions now, and she knew her fate was sealed for the night. He was going to kill her. Well, sort of. He would drain her and revitalize her again, but she wondered if her system would heal to quickly to make this possible. She didn't really care however, as long as he accepted her terms of punishment, that was all that mattered to her.

She followed his instructions and moved to the chair where she last laid the sashes, picking up the colorful silk bindings and setting them on the bed. She wondered if she was supposed to remove the now tattered dress however, as he never instructed her to remove it. She left it on figuring if he wanted it off, he would remove it with great strength anyways..perhaps that would provide a thrill for him, ripping the dress clean off her body, and she smirked at that thought actually excited about the thought of him molesting her now. She reached down into the pile of clothes, shoes and accessories, to retrieve her purse. It held makeup, perfume, and other accessories any woman would need, including the large hunting knife she kept for protection.

One side of the blade was sleek and sharp, the other jagged and rough. the handle was a simple steel covered in a soft black rubbery handle. She laid it next to the sashes warily eyeing it. She wondered what the feel of the blade against her skin would feel like, and knew that was coming soon enough. She actually felt a pange of fear surge through her body as she looked at it. Guillaume had gone off to change, and she stood there for a moment alone staring at the utensils of torture before her. She closed her eyes momentarily pushing any and all thoughts and emotions from her mind. It was that control that gave her the strength to wrap the bindings around her wrists and ankles.

She stood by the side of the bed, the dress hanging loosely on her body as he returned to await further instruction.

***

Prelude

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 03-31-03 06:59

Guillaume walks up to Narcissa and takes each of her hands in turn, inspecting the knots at her wrists. The one at her right hand could have been better tied, but Guillaume assumes that the awkwardness of Narcissa tying her own hands, not any attempt at defiance, is the cause. He improves the knots at both wrists.

We works wordlessly and with little expression, as a chef might tie and otherwise prepare a roast before sliding it into the oven. Grabbing each shoulder of the dress in his hands, he literally pulls the already tattered garment in half, slipping each remnant off down Narcissa's arms. He drops one of these to the floor, but the other he rolls into a blindfold, which he ties around Narcissa's head. He realizes that if she crosses her eyes and looks straight down, she can probably see along the sides of her nose to catch glimpses of the things he plans to soon do to her body... so much the better.

He lays the now naked Narcissa back on the wide bed carefully, so as to not disturb the blindfold as her head settles onto a thick pillow. Moving to the foot of the bed, he inspects the bindings at her ankles and finds Narcissa has faithfully tied them securely. Using the long sashes thus trailing from her ankles, he ties each of her feet to the bedposts at the foot of the bed, spreading her legs as widely as possible. He then repeats the process with her wrists, stretching her arms as far to each side as they will go.

Guillaume looks down at his beloved, marveling at the beauty of her ivory skin and fiery hair stretched across the midnight blue satin of the bedclothes. She swallows nervously. Her vulnerability touches him deeply, and for a moment he wonders if he is being unnecessarily cruel. But in a month or two, when Narcissa develops more of her vampiric strength, simply tying her to a bed will prove impossible. Narcissa will by then be able to rend mere cloth bindings or snap off the bedposts with a single tug. So it is important that he teaches her some lessons now, while it is still a relatively simple matter to discipline her.

He brings several of the large, freestanding, wrought-iron candelabra from the various corners of the room and sets them around the bed, illuminating Narcissa in a warm glow. Guillaume climbs onto the mattress and kneels next to her. He wonders what she is thinking as she hears him dip his hand into the large, full, ice bucket on the nightstand.

***

Sparing the Rod

Author: Aradia

Date: 03-31-03 09:14

Aradia is relieved that Mat's answer suggests she did not see Asha and the others sneak up the back stairs of the mansion. Instead, Mat speaks only of the Vampires, and the bizarre, sadistic ritual they had performed for Mat and Aradia to witness.

"Why does physical discipline bother you so?" Mat asks Aradia.

With her mind actually focused on the situation with Asha, it takes Aradia a moment to understand the context of Mat's question. Aradia realizes that while the object of their musings remains the Vampiress Narcissa, Mat could just as easily be speaking of Asha. Aradia focuses on the question itself, to mask the many thoughts it inspires.

"Physical violence is anathema to the beliefs of the Sisterhood," Aradia explains. "The Rule of Threefold makes such an approach to discipline risky. While I understand the concept behind corporal punishment, that you hurt someone in order to do for her a greater good by teaching discipline, I would not dare employ such an approach. What if the discipline itself was a mistake? Then you have caused harm without any counterbalancing benefit. Rather, the disciplinary act must be helpful in and of itself. That way, even if the punishment is unnecessary, you have still bestowed a benefit."

Aradia sighs and looks at the spot of the kitchen floor where Narcissa had so recently received her thrashing. "Besides, it was too disturbing to watch. Any human beaten like that would not have been able to walk out of this room. If Guillaume doesn't know what he is doing -- if his Chylde really does not deserve such severe punishment -- then he is in trouble. The seed of pain he plants tonight will yield for him nothing but poisonous fruit."

***

Motives and Revelations

Author: Drakonic Sephonis

Date: 03-31-03 10:24

He couldn't help but laugh. He could not remember a single time when he had been called a gentleman, and the thought of being called such was more then humorous. After a few moments, his dark laughter subsides, and Drakonic looks Laura through amused eyes. Seeing her face, he knows she was being serious, and he feels an explanation is in order. He takes a sip of his wyne, and nods for Tricia to refill the goblet. He smiles, resting the goblet on the side table so she may, and looks back to Laura.

"You vill have to forgive me. I cannot remember a time ven I vas called a gentleman, and the thought of being called such is rather humorous. I feel zat perhaps you still are not understanding vat my point is. Impressions of one based on assumptions are often wrong. Especially ven dealing vith those that deal vith your Lord und Lady. There are mny things that you do not know, and you may never know. But know this, I am no gentleman."

He glares at her a brief instant, as though his eyes were burning a hole into her very soul, reaping her of her feeling safe, before continuing.

"You see, ve both know vat your Lord and Lady had in mind ven they offered your services to me, but ze simple truth is, I have no interest in you. You are beneath me. You are reluctant to obey your Lord und Lady, so vy vould I believe that I vould be any different? Your Lord and Lady don't see you for vat you are, but I do. You are lost, scared, and unvilling to accept the help zat is offered to you, because you are unvilling to pay the small price."

He turns to Tricia, and rubs her cheek slightly, as he reaches for his wyne. He takes another sip, and holds it in his hand, as he turns his attention back to Laura.

"Your friend here, however, has payed the price, and recieved the help she needed. She is no longer lost, and, as a result, is able to be exactly vat your Lord und Lady vant. She is vat you should be trying to be. She has the pure, unimposed affections of your Lord und Lady. Is zat not vat you vant?"

He takes another sip of the wyne, and sets the glass back on the side table, allowing Tricia to refill it. Relaxing back into his seat, he smiles to himself, and awaits to see the response.

***

The beginning of rebirth

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 03-31-03 10:51

She merely sat stoically, as Guillaume checked the bindings at her arms and feet, retying the ones around her wrist. It's as if she were made of stone, only moving as he moved her, not wishing to feel any further nights of this punishment. She was surprised however when he put the blindfold over her eyes, although upon further thought, she realized he wanted to do that to Tricia in the first place, so the surprise faded.

She layed back accordingly as he splayed her across the bed binding her hands and feet. She felt a passion swelling growing between her legs as she layed there, so open, so vunerable and it caused her to arch her back just a bit, as if inviting him to ravage her on site. She could tell he was inspecting her, looking over her body and features, she could feel his gaze moving about her body as it scanned her hair, face, body and skin.

He heard him moving the candles about the bed, then dive his hand into the ice bucket. She took a quick breath and waited for his next move.

***

What a Girl Wants

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 03-31-03 13:17

Sir Drakonic's gaze takes on an unusual depth. It's a look that -- if it allowed Laura analytical reflection, which by its nature it does not -- she would recognize as one she has seen before in Lord Guillaume's eyes, and in Lady Violet's, and even, in a less polished form, from Lady Narcissa. But Sir Drakonic's stare does not permit her to think of this, or anything else. It is as if the whole world is made of nothing but his voice, and his words contain the ultimate truth.

"You see," he begins, his thick Russian accent causing the words to reverberate more formidably through Laura's consciousness. "We both know what your Lord and Lady had in mind when they offered your services to me, but the simple truth is, I have no interest in you. You are beneath me. You are reluctant to obey your Lord and Lady, so why would I believe that I would be any different? Your Lord and Lady don't see you for what you are, but I do. You are lost, scared, and unwilling to accept the help that is offered to you, because you are unwilling to pay the small price."

Everyone has their secret cache of self-doubt and insecurity. Laura thinks how her orphaned status brought her grants and public assistance to attend a university she otherwise could have never afforded. She has always suspected it was nothing but charitable sympathy that secured her invitation to pledge a sorority filled with girls from some of the wealthiest and most influential families in the state. It has always been her high grades that Laura believed justified her membership to such an exclusive group. But what did her consistent place on the academic Honor Roll matter here in these lofty social circles, where it seemed only she and Tricia lacked a title?

So despite a lifetime of egalitarian convictions, when Sir Drakonic announces he has no interest in Laura because she is beneath his status, Laura knows it must be true. Any relief she might feel from learning that he will not be seeking sexual favors from her tonight, is drowned under the heartbreak of realizing that if she is too common for Sir Drakonic's regard, then, by implication, she cannot expect further affection from Lady Violet nor Lady Narcissa, either. And if that is true, then Laura indeed, as Sir Drakonic suggests, feels truly lost.

Sir Drakonic breaks his mesmeric gaze as he turns to caress Tricia's cheek, then take a sip from the wine glass she has so faithfully kept full. Laura blinks, fighting back the tears. Again, as if Sir Drakonic can surmise her deepest thoughts, he continues.

"Your friend here, however, has payed the price, and received the help she needed. She is no longer lost, and, as a result, is able to be exactly what your Lord and Lady want. She is what you should be trying to be. She has the pure, unimposed affections of your Lord and Lady. Is that not what you want?"

The tears are now rolling down Laura's cheeks. She wants to find Lady Violet, and again take comfort in her loving embrace. But Lady Violet has left with a handsome visitor, and surely would not appreciate being disturbed by the petty problems of someone as unimportant as Laura.

Just as badly, Laura wants to find Lady Narcissa, and apologize for all the failings that had so angered Narcissa earlier this evening, provoking her to punish Laura. Laura would tell her that she understood now, and was ready to make amends in any way she could, if Lady Narcissa would simply give her another chance to prove herself worthy of being some small part of Narcissa's life. But Lady Narcissa had left with Lord Guillaume, and it seemed she no longer had any interest in someone as inadequate as Laura.

"What do I want?" Laura echos, trying to wipe the tears from her cheeks. She surely cannot confess her true desires, and humiliate herself further to this aristocratic stranger. Unable to think of anything else, Laura reverts to what brought her to these desolate north woods in the first place. "I just want to find my friend, Belle Phillips. I think she might have passed through here before she... she.... Anyway, I just want to find her, make sure she is alright... and then... and then... then return back to school and my old, normal life."

But even as the claim passes her lips, Laura realizes it isn't true, and knows that Sir Drakonic will understand that as well.

***

Act One

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 04-01-03 07:26

Guillaume continues to noisily stir the ice in the insulated silver bucket with his left hand. Meanwhile his right hand settles between her widely spread legs and starts to gently caress her most sensitive places. Narcissa responds immediately, groaning softly as her hips start to move rhythmically. He watches her face and listens to her breathing carefully, making sure he never let her come too near to physical climax.

"I am glad to see my touch still pleases you," he says lowly. "You know I love you, Narcissa. That is why it troubles me so when you don't consider my guidance when you act. You see, my last Chylde was much like you... Independent... Stubborn... Wilful.... A fledgling vampiress must show more caution. I was too lenient with her, and her intractability ultimately led to her death. I mourned her for many lifetimes."

Guillaume carefully retrieves one of the ice cubes from the pail. This ice "cube," like all the others, is actually a thick, rounded crescent, a few inches long. If Narcissa notices the fact that his left hand no longer crackles in the ice, she does not show it.

"I do not want to lose you like I lost her," Guillaume continues. "That's why when you disobey me, or disregard what I say, it leaves me feeling cold inside. Very cold. Do you know what that feels like?"

He answers the question for her, pressing the ice cube to the bare skin half-way between her navel and the crown of her pubic hair. Narcissa gasps and arches her back as he slides the ice up the middle of her torso to and onto her breastbone. He starts rubbing it around her chest, circling her breasts, rubbing it across her nipples. All the while, his right hand continues its play between her legs, and when the ice cube is about half melted away, Guillaume slips it down there, and switches it to his right hand, so that he can use it against her hot folds.

Meanwhile, his left hand digs another crescent of ice from the bucket. This he uses to again caress her nipples, and then to press against that most sensitive point of flesh between her legs. By this time, the first cube has completely melted. But rather than simply passing the new one to his right hand, Guillaume instead inserts the thick crescent of ice into Narcissa, using the middle finger of his ever-present right hand to push it as far up inside as it will go.

A third ice cube. This one he inserts immediately, not allowing it to melt at all first.

A fourth. This he again rubs this around her breasts and stomach with his left hand before insertion. His right hand remains in place to keep the ice from slipping out of her.

A fifth. He simply pops this one into her mouth before retrieving a sixth ice cube, which he again rubs around her body before slipping it into her.

And so it continues through countless pieces of ice. Some he puts deeply into her before they melt at all. Others he first slides over various parts of her body, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, under her arms, up and down her neck. Some end up in her mouth. Most he inserts lower, there always being room as the earlier pieces melt away inside of her, leaving a growing wet circle on the bedspread between her legs.

As he continues, and she starts to shiver, he occasionally reminds her why he does this with words like, "Narcissa, I want you to remember the icy cold now wrapped around your spine and shaking your arms and legs.... That is how I feel... so very cold... when you do not heed my words...."

Guillaume repeatedly chastises Narcissa with such claims, and continues to torment her with the ice for a long time, until the bucket is almost empty. Then he again reaches out with his left hand, but this time, unseen to the blindfolded Narcissa he grasps something very different. Narcissa of course, could not know this, would not even suspect the change, and has no idea what is about to happen next.

***

Frozen delights

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 04-01-03 12:12

She heard his hand diving into the ice bucket and toying around with the cubes for a bit. She was not sure what he was going to do with them, but she did have an idea, as she was no stranger to playing with foods from the refrigerator. Although his plans were perhaps a bit more different than she had imagined.

. "That's why when you disobey me, or disregard what I say, it leaves me feeling cold inside. Very cold. Do you know what that feels like?"

His hands roamed her body with the ice cube, letting the smooth ice trail against her supple skin. She gasped as the shock of the cold mixed with her skin and arched her back as he toyed around breasts and nipples. But then he plunged one deep inside of her. At first she felt the freeze around the outside, but not as he shoved it inside. One after another he placed inside of her, each crowding into her flesh, and soon, it began to cause her to shake from the cold. It was a frost that started between her legs and worked its way up her spine. She clenched her jaw as the numbing cold turned to pain. It shimmered down her lower back and into her legs, and she bit her lip hard as he continued to torture her body was such extreme colds.

Slowly the shards began to melt inside of her and the sheets started to absorb the ice and her fluids as they both slowly seeped out. But then he stopped when the ice ran out and grabbed something else...something unfamiliar...

***

Act Two, Scene I

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 04-02-03 06:43

Guillaume again reaches out with his left hand, but this time, unseen to the blindfolded Narcissa, he does not dig another ice cube from the bucket, but grasps something quite different. He speaks, distracting her from the fact that she is not hearing any sound of crackling ice.

"Narcissa, when you do not heed my guidance, it not only chills me by reminding me of how such recalcitrance led to the death of my last Chylde, but it harms you as well. Eternity is yours, if you know how to survive in it. A fledgling vampiress must learn some self-control and discipline, so she can master how to prey on humanity without bringing ruin upon herself and the Kindred. When you disobey me, or don't consider my wishes in your actions, you are placing yourself, and all our kind, at grave peril. That's a very harmful thing, and so I want you to start associating disobedience with pain."

While speaking, Guillaume has, with his left hand, lifted a red, pillar candle from one of the large, wrought-iron candelabra he has set around the bed. It is tall, and about four inches in diameter, with a single wick in the center. This has burned down to form a reservoir filled with at least a half-cup of molten wax.

As Guillaume finishes speaking, just as he says "...pain," he tips the candle up, spilling all of the accumulated scalding liquid wax onto Narcissa's stomach, just below her navel.

All this time, his right hand has remained between her legs, caressing her and making sure the last few melting ice cubes stay in place inside of her. Now, with his left, he returns the used candle to its stand. He wonders if Narcissa can tell by his movements that he is reaching for another.

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letting go

Author: Union Wise

Date: 04-02-03 07:48

Union felt the woman's warmth, wanted to take all that she had, devour her very being, but something was wrong with this. While holding the woman close, he watched in horror as Violet pulled the life blood from the mans neck. The lust of the hunt was fading at the mere sight of death coming before his eyes.

Was he such a monster, to do as the lovely thing before him have just done? He had spent his life protecting others, not taking from them that very thing he found sacred. The woman's breathing was ragged, she was afraid as she should be. His own heart raced, not from the wanting of a kill, but from the fear of making the kill. Suddenly he pushed the girl away; she scrambled forward, slipped and struck her head on a rock�blackness swept over her.

Union looked at the still form, then to Violet. Her eyes were dangerous, as she was.

"I can not do this. I will not fall into the arms of such evil." He told her, his heart for a moment almost regretting his decision. Violet was far beyond any woman he had known, but she was not just a woman. She was a killing machine, a night-stalker, undead. "I must leave; I must not allow myself to come what my ancestor was. I truly am sorry Violet."

Union thought about taking her in his arms again, but decided to let it go. Turning from her, the werewolf vanished into the darkness, silently going into the world where he would be hated, hoping to find a way to live with the knowledge of what he was.

***

Devouring the pain

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 04-02-03 12:29

I want you to start associating disobedience with pain." ....his words shrilled in her mind.....pain.

Something she desired from her victims more than anything in the world was for their last thoughts to be pain. And now, her loving an devoted sire wished for her to feel the same thing. Only his goal was for her to associate it with obidience. Perhaps this was a lesson unto itself, as any meal she might face in the future will have to obey her in order for her to successfully take them.

She was now numbed with icy pain between her legs and deep inside of the wet folds of flesh. His hands continued to caress her though outside, an excrutiating combination of pleasure welling up deep inside, as well as the sting of the ice now melting inside. But what he did next caused every muscle in her body to tense in a spasm of pain.

The hot wax. It spilled against her body and she felt as if he had touched her skin with the very sunlight they desperately avoid at all costs. It seared through every fiber of nerve and she tensed up pulling the sashes hard with her arms and legs. She tried to shut her legs, but the sashes held her tightly in place. Her body arched hard then relaxed as the wax settled and cooled. His fingers softly stroking her, as if to ease the sting. She found herself breathing very heavily now, as the pain was replaced by pleasure....it confused her mind, but her body relaxed with his touch.

Now the cubes had melted and she felt the damp sheets and matress beneath her legs and butt. She sighed as the feeling started coming back between her legs and inside of her and she looked forward to him pleasuring himself with her. Her skin was tinted with red from the candlewax and it's punishing sting.

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Riddles In Her Words

Author: Somatra Manjula

Date: 04-02-03 15:36

Somatra took idle note of the way Rusty seemed drawn to Asha. It did not seem the girl was trying to steal her pet...not consciously. Her voice rose higher, changing in pitch as she seemed unable to stop the torrent of words, interlaced with a sort of panic that only intrigued Somatra more. This other mistress must have been the one conversing with the kindred.

"I don't know what to do...I can't hold my own...she can hurt me..." the words kept spilling over, tumbling one over the other as the waif strained to hold to her composure that was fast cracking around her, "I just can't help myself when it comes to her, I don't even know how to fight her. I need some kind of help, and I need to learn."

Somatra focused on Asha's words as Rusty went to the bathroom to fetch a cup of water and a cool damp towel at her unspoken command. How odd that I should wish to hold her hand...this rare child... She had to tamp down a smile of amusement at the thought. The smile however had faded at her last few words. The girl was powerful, contrary to her belief...but a mistress that was even more so? Rusty returned with a glass of water and kneeled before Asha, his head turned down so that his red hair spilled forward. Somatra rose from the chair and walked past the two into the bathroom, washing her face not only to contemplate the childs revelations but to give her a few moments to regain the poise she seemed to so desperately want to uphold. Several long minutes passed before she returned, the girl seemed taken with Rusty though most her attention seemed fixed on the subject of the more dominating mistress. She sat down and subjected the girl to a piercing appraisal as though to figure out what exactly lay behind her words.

She could sense the curiousity Asha held over her and she now felt the same for the child, what exactly was it that this feared mistress knew? What power had she that could reduce the child to such a state? Somatra herself would never presume to intervene in the business of others, much less teachers and pupils. She was hardly the first one came to for such problems..not that she ever made that a possibility but the girl had divulged much and she had enough foresight to know that Asha would probably face the rod for stealing her way around her mistress. Somatra as well now faced the probability that she would have to 'choose sides' in this fight between student and mistress. It could only end in a small battle what with the way the girls emotions crackled at the mere thought of her teacher. Still...she felt compelled to at least give some sort of reply, she chose her words carefully, not quite used to giving advice in such matters.

"You find yourself then in a predicament. Is it inaccurate to assume then that your afeared mistress would not be pleased were she to know how you feel?" she held up a hand to stave off any questions, her voice hushed as she arched her brows and asked, "Why have you told me all this Asha? Is there something you think I could contribute?"

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Act Two, Scene II

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 04-03-03 05:47

Narcissa's whole body convulses as the first splash of molten wax hits her bare stomach, running in thin rivulets down each side, pooling in her navel. The bed creaks as she pulls desperately against her bindings. Again, Guillaume muses that were she more than a mere fledgling, and had come into her full vampiric strength, her spasms would snap the bedposts and collapse its canopy.

Now, however, Narcissa remains completely helpless as he reaches for a second candle.

"Remember," he says gently as he lifts it from its stand. "Disobedience causes pain."

With that last word, he tips up the candle, this time more measuredly so that its reservoir of melted wax drips slowly onto her right breast. Guillaume tries to circle the breast in an ever narrowing spiral, but Narcissa's thrashing leaves the pattern a messy scribble. When the last few drops land squarely on the very tip of her nipple, Narcissa shrieks shrilly and shakes her head rapidly from side-to-side.

Guillaume simply returns that candle to its place and reaches for a third....

He has placed four of the large, wrought-iron candelabra around the bed. Each of them holds four candles, for a total of sixteen. Guillaume methodically uses each one, moving around the mattress on his knees. Sometimes he dribbles the wax slowly across a sensitive or erogenous area of Narcissa's skin... neck... breasts... palms... thighs.... With other candles, he dumps their entire supply of molten wax at once upon some random part of her body, trying to pick a spot the blindfolded woman won't expect.

Whenever possible, he uses whichever hand he has available to continue to caress, stimulate and excite Narcissa between her legs, the only area he keeps entirely free of the wax.

Early on, he grasps her left foot and enjoys watching how a stream of melted wax trickles between her upturned toes, to spilt into four individual lines that run down the sole of her foot. He later repeats this trick with the other foot.

He can tell Narcissa is doing her best to stay silent, apparently unsure how he would react if she cries out. She is not entirely successful, and when the scalding liquid hits a particularly sensitive spot, her squeals and grunts sound like those of a trapped animal. In between, her panting is rapid and noisy.

Guillaume had first seen this particular torture two centuries ago. His last Chylde, Colette, delighted in tormenting human men and women this way. But Guillaume thinks it is better designed for use on Kindred. He knows the heat does no damage at all to Narcissa's resilient vampiric skin; but her enhanced predator's senses makes the pain far more excruciating than hot wax would feel to a mortal.

Finally, Guillaume kneels between Narcissa's widely spread legs. He admires the exquisite sight of the red wax hardening upon her body. It fully encases both of her round breasts, and covers her flat stomach. It encircles her throat like a necklace, and runs in lines and splotches up and down the entire lengths of her arms and legs. It crumbles in her palms and between her hopelessly clutching fingers.

Guillaume lifts the sixteenth and final candle from its stand. For a moment, he just remains where he is, allowing a greater gap in time than there has been between any previous two candles, giving the impression that he is through with the wax. With his free hand, he again gently caresses Narcissa's most intimate and sensitive place. Despite the torture leading up to this moment, she sighs appreciatively at his touch, and her hips rock slowly in response.

"Yes," Guillaume whispers. "As long as you're a fledgling, there is nothing more rewarding, no surer path to happiness and success, than heeding my advice and interests....

"But never forget," he concludes as he withdraws his empty hand from between her legs. "Acting contrarily to what I say will inevitably bring you nothing but pain."

In one smooth motion, he pours the last candle's entire accumulation of molten wax directly onto the tangled mat of Narcissa's pubic hair. Most of it clings and gathers there, but, inevitably, several hot drops splash and drip onto the folds of sensitive flesh below.

***

Hunt Spoiled

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 04-04-03 12:09

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Violet dropped the body of the male and looked to Union, who was holding the woman in his arms, mere inches from taking her life, becoming what he truly was. She watched as the lust for the hunt drained from his eyes, felt his heart rate increase at the thought of now having to kill.

She saw the realizaiton of what she truly was in his eyes, and it was obvious he did not like what he saw her as. I must leave; I must not allow myself to come what my ancestor was. I truly am sorry Violet." His voice echoed in her mind and again pain entered her form.

There was pain and anger with in her. "You are weak. You are a coward. You are afraid." she said to him.

She watched him leave, gaze clouding with anger and pain. She turned her anger upon the unconcious woman. Draining her slowly of every drop of blood with in her form. Soon she took her anger out upon the bodies of the couple, wanting to destroy them completely. She had no use for those who were weak, those who were afraid of what they truly are.

Once the bodies were taken care of Violet stormed back to the Kiss, anger radiating from the form of the Vampiress. Her return and mood most likely sensed by the other Vampires in the house as well as the witches that also, though the mortals within the walls would not realize the sudden change in the beautiful vampiress.

Violet asked Briant to have some blood wyne brought to her room, she would be spending the remainder of the evening there and told him that if any would come looking for her she was not to be disturbed this night. Briant nodded and Violet headed to her room and immediately entered the adjoining bathroom and drew a hot bath adding rose oil to the water. She admitted Briant when he knocked and accepted the wine from him. "Thank you Briant. Enjoy the rest of the evening." She said and then closed the door. She brought the wine into the bathroom and shut off the water, the large tub filled with steaming rose scented water.

She undressed quickly and slipped into the water, she filled the goblet with the crimson liquid and sipped at it as her mind replayed the events of the evening.

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Re-Composed

Author: Asha

Date: 04-04-03 13:50

"Why have you told me all this Asha? Is there something you think I could contribute?" Somatra had asked her.

While the other woman had been gone, Asha had taken advantage of the chance to regain her composure, or what little of it was left. And now she was surprised to find that not only had it been easier to do than she would ever have thought, she actually felt a little better about her situation. It hadn't actually improved any...but at least she didn't feel as if she were coming apart any more, like everything she was was leaking out at the seams. She was still shaking a little, but they were not the body-wracking shudders that they had been when she first had started to talk. And when she answered Somatra's question, her voice barely trembled at all.

"I don't know why I told you, maybe I just needed to tell someone. You are right, I cannot tell my Mistresses, either of them. The Witch might be sympathetic, but I can't say if she would keep it to herself..." Asha's hands clenched into fists so tight that droplets of blood began to seep out between the knuckles and fall to the floor, and the trembling in her voice increased as she made herself think of what had been done to her the night before, "she was there when the other one did it." It was like being raped, she thought. Now that I can remember what she did, it was like being raped in front of an audience.

She had to make herself continue to talk, but in spite of her best efforts, all she could produce was a hoarse whisper, "I could feel you coming, somehow I knew you were coming here, and I found that I even knew when you would arrive. You drew me, and I went out to the fountain, to wait. I don't understand, but I wanted to be the first to see you, talk to you...I don't know why I think that you can help me...maybe all I need is someone who will listen..."

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Analysis

Author: Drakonic Sephonis

Date: 04-05-03 14:38

Drakonic watched her wipe the tears away from her face, and couldn't help but smiles inside. This is what he wanted. He wanted her to become emotional. Emotions always made things fun, and her tears was a good sign. This was how he was amused by humanity. He never could lower himself, and bed with a human. He knew other Kindred had, in fact, all those that he had known, had, but he couldn't. Humanity was a virus, and not worth his pure blood.

As she spoke, he listened. Her stammering was an obvious sign of how badly she was lying, even Tricia must have been able to know. As she finished talking, he took a sip of wyne. Setting it on the side table, he looks over to Laura, and resumes his game.

"You came looking for your friend. How noble. However, vat you fail to realize is zat perhaps, she does not vish for you to find her. Perhaps, your friend left you because she had an opprotunity, and you vould only have held her back. Has it occured to you zat perhaps, your friend, does not vish to be found?"

He gave her a breif moment of silence, merely looking at her inquisitively, as though expecting an answer, but before she can, he continues.

"And do you really vish to return to school? You have the opprotunity here to learn far more zen you ever could have there. You have the chance to take your place, vair your Lord und Lady feel you belong. They are not completely wrong about you. There is defiinetly something in you dat has you here, but you are afraid of it. Zat is vat has you lost. Zat is vat has you disobeying. Your own, petty fears."

In an unexpected move, he rises slowly, and walks over to Laura. He runs his hand down her cheek, as he had with Tricia's.

"But vat you have to realize is zat those here, vish to help you. Help you become vat you really are. Your Lord und Lady are trying their Damnedest, but you keep turning avay from zem. They see vat it is doing to you, and feel for you. Zat is vy you are punished."

He leaves one last gentle stroke on her cheek, before returning to his chair, and awaiting her response.

***

16 candles

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 04-06-03 13:17

Her heartbeat was rapid now as the wax settled and hardened against her stomach. Surely he was not done with her with the wax, and surely there was worse to come. His fingers moved softly between her legs, adding loving pressure to her full swollen lips as his methods continues. One after another, candle after candle, the hot wax spilled across her body like a flame piercing her skin with white hot heat. With each splash a gasp escaped her lips, making it harder and harder for her to contain herself in the confines of silence. Between her toes, around her breasts, neck and most other sensitive parts. Her skin was red and felt as if were were swelling, but just as quickly, would heal itself, but wish each spill, her skin because more aware of the pain he was inflicting upon her.

She no longer thought about anything else expect enduring the pain of the wax that was now splashing across all of her flesh. He paused after using what she thought was the last candle, and she now felt like a wax figure....the wax hardening and cracking against her soft skin as she bucked her hips with each spill. But his hand again resumed arousing her between her legs and she moaned, loudly, at the caressing touch. Something that was a welcomed feel compared to the sting of the hot wax.

"Acting contrarily to what I say will inevitably bring you nothing but pain." ...his voice commanded as he reached for the last unseen candle. She could tell he was not done as the bed swayed when he leaned over. Just as suddenly, the hot wax spilled between her legs and she cried out. The pain of the wax...there...was unbearable. The hot wax splashed and felt like a thousand pin pricks against her most sensitive flesh. As it cooled, she relaxed and her breathing was now ragged. Her nails had dug into her palms, causing the flesh to bleed a bit as she layed back against the sheets. She was now lightly misted with the sweat from the tensing and relaxing of all her muscles.

She wanted to cry but the ecstacy of the agony was all consuming to her.

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Brief Intermission

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 04-07-03 06:23

Narcissa shrieks as the hot wax splashes into her pubic hair. All of her muscles contract and her body arches. The bed creaks as she pulls against the sashes tying her wrists and ankles to the four bedposts. Then she collapses back to the mattress, panting unevenly.

Guillaume watches silently as the few drops and rivulets of molten wax that have actually settled upon her most sensitive flesh begin to cool and harden. He smiles as Narcissa's hips stop bucking in reaction to the pain and settle back into a rhythmic thrusting indicative of a different feeling. Guillaume waits until the wax has stiffened sufficiently not to smear, then returns his own fingers to the affected area, stimulating Narcissa's renewed and, he suspects, heightened desire.

"You now understand I think, Narcissa, the terrible consequences of not following my guidance," Guillaume suggests softly. She moans slightly as he slips one finger inside of her. "I am now prepared to allow you the redemptive rebirth you so wisely proposed. But it is so extreme, an act of such emotional power, that I must be certain you are prepared. Now it's up to you... You may speak. You need only convince me you are ready, perhaps even eager, to receive it."

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Time to die...again

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 04-07-03 11:20

Finally the pain of the candle wax had stopped and the fine caress of his fingers had begun. The slow rhythms of his fingers started to swell her desires as he continued to push against the swollen flesh between her legs. Her breaths of pain turned to breathing of ecstacy as he slipped a finger inside, gently rubbing inside the folds of wet flesh.

Her breathing was now matching his every stroke as he spoke to her...she was ready to speak to him, ready to wrap her arms around him and kiss him with every inch of passion she could muster. But they were not done yet...it was time for her to die..again. She was afraid of this death and was worried about what would happen if it went wrong....but Guillaume was an old vampire, and she was confident of his abilities. She spoke in breathless whispers as he continued to pleasure her.

"Yes my master...yes my love. I am ready for this. I beg of you to slice my throat and drain this rebellious life from my body."

She had her eyes closed and gasped as he put another finger inside of her, obviously pleased to hear her sultry voice beg for death. She moaned loudly as his fingers caressed a bit of orgasm from her, not a strong one, but enough to soak his fingers as he used his fingers more forcefully inside of her.

"Yes my master....take me and bring me back to life. Make me yours forever."

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Persuaded

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 04-07-03 12:31

Laura realizes Sir Drakonic knows much more about her situation than he is letting on. He is absolutely right about Belle not wishing to be found. The last night Laura saw her, Belle had left Laura a note saying as much.

How long ago had that been? A week maybe? Laura had lost track. It felt like a lifetime!

And Laura knows Sir Drakonic is also correct when he asserts that Laura has little interest in returning to school. Classes resumed a few days ago. By now, people must be wondering what has become of Belle, Tricia and her. Laura finds she doesn't really care.

School, once Laura's passion, now seems little more to her than endless days of barren books and nights of boring beer bashes. Nothing there ever gave her the emotional fulfillment or peace-of-mind of the night she spent in Lady Violet's arms. She doubted that anywhere but here would she again find the horrible ecstacy -- the sensation of being fully alive down to every last nerve fibre -- delivered by Lady Narcissa's unremitting tongue and unyielding hand.

"But what you have to realize is that those here wish to help you," Sir Drakonic reminds her needlessly. Laura knows that, of course. Lady Narcissa had first started taking care of her several evenings ago, when Laura was sick and injured at the beach house. Just last night, Lady Violet had gone to great lengths to make Laura feel safe and loved, when she was so confused about her own emotions. But it is Sir Drakonic's next sentence, as he finishes his statement about how the residents of this manor want to help her, which convinces Laura that he knows her right now better than she understands herself. "Help you become what you really are... your Lord and Lady are trying their damnedest, but you keep turning away from them. They see what it is doing to you, and feel for you. That is why you are punished."

To become what I REALLY am... Laura nods slightly as the words echo in her mind. Sir Drakonic is right. The surest way to self-destruction is the denial of one's own true nature. And isn't that what I've been doing? Laura asks herself silently. Denying my true feelings, my actual disposition? She sighs.

"Thank you, Sir," Laura smiles in the resigned contentment of someone who has come to accept an unwanted but unavoidable truth. How could something she has hidden from herself be so obvious to a virtual stranger? No matter. She now knows what she must do. She just hopes it is not too late.

"You are most perceptive, Sir," Laura's grin grows brighter, now hinting actual happiness. "Of course, that means you understand why it is impossible for me to... um... provide the... er, service... that Lord Guillaume and Lady Narcissa suggested. But it seems Tricia will happily stay with you, anyway."

Laura winces as she says that. It makes her friend sound like such a slut. Tricia does not react, however, and besides, she has already shown how much she enjoys the varied delights of Lord Guillaume and Lady Narcissa's libertine household.

"So," Laura concludes, rising to her feet even as Sir Drakonic returns to his chair. "If you will excuse me, I'll be on my way, and leave you two with some privacy."

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Act Three, Scene I

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 04-08-03 05:55

As Guillaume turns from torturing to tantalizing her, he observes Narcissa's movements, breathing and voice settle from the discordant desperation of pain, down into the rising rhythms of desire.

"Yes my master," Narcissa pants in time to the motion of her hips. "Yes my love. I am ready for this. I beg of you to slice my throat and drain this rebellious life from my body."

Guillaume appreciates the sincere passion with which Narcissa implores him to commence the redemption rite she herself devised. As ghastly as it sounds, he knows it is merely symbolic, and that she faces no real danger. Even for a fledgling vampiress like Narcissa, as long as her spinal cord remains fairly intact, no neck wound could prove fatal. That is one of the compensations for their dark, secret existence: near immortality.

Not so much the violence, but the other aspect of the ritual she proposes, attracts Guillaume. The thought of surfeiting himself on her hot blood as they make love kindles the old vampire's most primal lusts. He redoubles the sweet stimulation between her widely spread legs as he rises to his knees. He feels Narcissa's whole body tremble with anticipatory pleasure.

"Yes my master," she moans breathlessly. "Take me and bring me back to life. Make me yours forever!"

His excitement now equaling hers, Guillaume leans forward and over Narcissa. She gasps as he enters her swiftly and savagely. Then he slows, wanting to build slowly to the final, climactic moment. The hardened wax feels compellingly exotic as it cracks and crumbles between their stomachs and upon Narcissa's breasts.

He and Narcissa have been lovers long and often enough that he knows her responses. He can tell she will not last much longer. She groans appreciatively as he penetrates her fully while he stretches up to take hold of the glittering steel hunting knife she herself has placed upon the night stand.

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Climactic Crescendo

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 04-08-03 10:24

She laid there for a moment letting go and accepting this nights fate. All along she had been fighting him, but why? He was only here to watch out for her and take care of her. She felt him stop penetrating with his fingers and felt the bed move beneath her legs as he rose up on top of her. A gasp escaped her lips as she most readily awaited him to penetrate her. With one quick and forceful stroke, he was on top of her, pushing in and out taking her as a beast would. The now hardened wax cracked and peeled away against her skin leaving a soft smooth feeling on her skin as he continued to thrust against her. She could hear the excitment in his breath, his pleasure at this situation, taking his chylde in such a manner and her not able to do anything except orgasm.

His thrusts continued in a most dramatic way, and she tugged on the restraints, desperately wishing to wrap her arms and legs around her lover as he pounded relentlessly against her. His motion slowed for but a moment as he reached for the knife, and the thought of the cold steel against her throat brought her to climax. The thought of him so violently ending her made her buck her hips hard against him as every muscle tensed. She arched her back hard, unknowing this orgasm would be so intense, and cried out in a low growl as he forced it out of her. Then she felt the blade against her porcelin skin...

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Stronger through the pain

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 04-08-03 13:04

Violet relaxed in the water, her mind drifting to the passion she and Union had shared just over a few hours earlier, then the change in him during their hunt. A hunt he had wanted, he had wanted to know what this night held for him, yet he ran from it like a coward.

She sighed softly and set her goblet down and slipped under the surface of the steaming rose scented water and felt the tension slip from her body. It had been too long since she had given herself to another like she had given herself to Union, she had perhaps hoped for something from their passion, though she knew it was not possible now that he had ran. Perhaps in time things would be so between them, but not right now.

Violet resurfaced and slowly began to wash her form with the organic bath sponge and richly scented soaps. She began to softly sing, a song that she had not sung in ages. The song she sang the night after Lex was killed. It was a song of mourning, a song of release, a song of prayer for those gone. She sang this song for Union, wondering if their paths would cross again, and that things would be right between them and he would be able to accept who and what he truly was.

She finished the bath, along with just about half of the decantar of wyne. She slipped from the now cooling water and dried herself off in the plush bath towel and wrapped her form in a luxuriously plush bath robe, and picked up the decantar and goblet and stepped out of the bathroom into her bedroom. She trailed her fingertips lightly along the closest post of the four poster bed before sinknig down onto the plush bedspread and sipping again from her goblet.

The night again passed slowly for the Vampiress, she did not wish to be around the others who were currently in the manor for the rest of the night. There was too much on her mind, and she did not feel like being social.

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Act Three, Scene II

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 04-09-03 05:57

Guillaume stretches up to take hold of the glittering steel hunting knife Narcissa has placed upon the night stand, causing her to groan appreciatively as he penetrates her completely. Guillaume has already learned the rhythms of Narcissa's body, and while he knew she was close to climax, it surprises him slightly when this single motion triggers a violent orgasm for Narcissa. The torment that preceded their lovemaking must have had a more significant and positive effect than he could ever have hoped.

But now he must act quickly if he is to successfully complete the redemption ritual Narcissa requested. As she writhes beneath him in ultimate ecstacy, straining against the silken sashes tying her arms and legs to the bedposts, Guillaume snatches her knife and deftly slices along her jugular. As the first blood wells up, he presses his mouth to the wound. Mindful of the accelerated healing of even a fledgling vampiress like Narcissa, he uses his lips, fangs and tongue to keep the gash open and the blood coursing out.

As he gulps mouthfuls of Narcissa's thick, dark, vampiric blood, Guillaume continues to move his hips in spirituous lovemaking. Narcissa's orgasm continues much longer than usual, perhaps due to the lightheadedness from the blood loss, perhaps due to factors similar to those that sparked her sudden and heightened climax. Guillaume concentrates on Narcissa's movements, wanting to continue taking her blood until close to, but not quite beyond, the point where she falls unconscious.

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Deafening Silence

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 04-10-03 12:34

With one quick slash, the hot blood came pouring out of her neck spilling into his mouth, as he continued to thrust deep and hard between her legs. She wasn't sure if it was the thought of him drinking of her again, or the continual pounding of him inside of her that did it, but perhaps the most intense orgasm she had ever had spilled from her body. She thrust her hips upwards pressing her caked body hard against his as tiny particles of candle wax fell from her form on to the bed. She moaned loudly but it came out as a gurgled sigh from the slash across her skin.

The crimson delight poured from her neck and she felt his tongue between the ragged folds of flesh in her neck, as well as his member continuing to massage between her legs. She would have killed to have him completely devour her now and her eyes rolled back in her head with a lengthening moan from desire. Her nipples were erect and danced along his skin as she peeled herself back down from his body and laying on the bed. She felt light as a feather as he continued to drain every bit of life force from her and closed her eyes in a satisfied grin.

Perhaps she had opened her mouth, but she was not sure...she wanted to taste blood. Her tongue was circling her mouth trying to get at least a taste of the vital fluid, but there was none to be had. She was slipping unconscious and she could feel his violent bursts, grabbing at her arms, holding her down as his mouth took in the blood from her body. She could even hear him groaning as he found pleasure in fucking his dying chylde, while taking the life from her very being. And then she went black.

***

Not a stranger, not a friend...not yet....

Author: Somatra Manjula

Date: 04-10-03 19:32

Somatra contemplated all the girl had told her in the last few minutes, how long had it been since they first made their introductions? Surely it was no longer than a mere hour and yet she already felt a sort of detached bond. She herself had been under the thumb of a mistress or two who had sought to teach her all there was to being a succubus but she had never suffered as this waif seemed to be suffering. She watched her closely and though Somatra was listening, she paid more heed to the emotions wafting off the girl. "...she was there when the other one did it." Curiousity lifted it's head at that for coupled with those words was a foaming wave of indignation and violation so acute it made Somatra's gut churn.

"I could feel you coming, somehow I knew you were coming here, and I found that I even knew when you would arrive. You drew me, and I went out to the fountain, to wait. I don't understand, but I wanted to be the first to see you, talk to you...I don't know why I think that you can help me...maybe all I need is someone who will listen..."

Somatra had turned her gaze to Rusty who remained kneeling before Asha, a droplet of blood had trickled from her clenched fists onto his head, staining the silky strands in an almost symbolic gesture. At her strained whisper Somatra moved her gaze back to the girl, arching a brow though she said nothing. The silence stretched...heavy...pregnant. Somatra herself had sensed Asha waiting, she had also sensed the tiny spark of recognition as to her presence in one of the kindred but which she knew not...she would have time to contemplate that further once she was alone. She wondered what the waif had thought of her when first they met, there had been a certain fascination present but given her steel blue hair and purple lips she easily dismissed it as an aesthetic observation. She could only see a few similarities between herself and Asha. Both were alone, in their own way. She had cut herself off from humanity and what some would call inhumanity alike. The girl was caught between two worlds without really belonging to either...her thoughts trailed off and suddenly there was a whole new light to the situation, perhaps she could serve as a bridge for Asha...earn a new acquaintance while lending an ear to the life and burdens of another. She had felt something within that had been kindling when she was younger burn out and soon go stagnant. But this child, with all her contradictions and knotted fears intrigued her enough that she should listen, truly listen and not feign as she had done for so long. She idly wondered if she were falling under Asha's spell, however inadvertent it may be.

Asha cleared her throat, bringing Somatra back to the present. The silence had become solemn, as though the girl somehow felt Somatra was judging her and not too well at that. Yet there was a comfort coupled with the emotion, the talk had seemed to help her though near the end of her explanation her equilibrium had trembled...uncertain. Somatra had been schooled in interaction, the key weapon of a succubus was her ability to blend in, put others at ease..remove their inhibitions...she wondered at the curiousity she felt over the girl and realized that while to her it was a mere phase where she would take Asha on as a project and then perhaps...move on, to the girl it could stand for much more. She knew not how long the child had lived in the world of mortals but she had enough experience to know that younglings raised within the mortal sects were more prone to emotion, few learned to cut themselves off but only when the emotion was so strong they could not then face it. For all she knew the girl may soon mold her image to that of whatever 'role model' she missed in her life...but then..there was an old wisdom hidden beneath the roil of emotions simmering on the surface and that in itself was enough to reassure her that whatever came of this new acquaintance, whether it ended the moment the gaunt vampire came to usher her to her room or whether it ended the moment mistress and pupil exhibited their authority, surely it would not result in regret. There was more to Asha than perhaps even she knew and Somatra wanted to witness it, whatever it may be.

"If you need someone to listen, may I be so forward as to offer myself? Surely you with all your innate knowledge can sense I do not place myself in such a position but in such a short time you have managed to peak my curiousity and interest." she allowed a faint smirk to caress her lips before they returned to their solemn state, "I sensed you as well I must say, as I sensed all those within this mansion. Tell me..how did you come to be here? How did your mistresses find their way here?"

She felt a faint niggling coming from the kitchen they had snuck through moments earlier. Asha's mistresses would soon come searching...

***

Act Four, Scene I

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 04-11-03 06:00

After her already prolonged orgasm, the force of Narcissa's final climactic rush of ecstacy takes even Guillaume by surprise. He feels her lose consciousness, her intense passion exhausting her severely weakened body.

Guillaume acts quickly to salvage the ritual. If Narcissa does not feed now, she will eventually recover, but that could take days, and the symbolic circle of the redemption rite she has devised will be ruined. To complete her ceremonial rebirth, she has to regain her vitality quickly, by ingesting Guillaume's blood in replacement of her own.

Still clutching Narcissa's hunting knife, Guillaume twists first left, then right, severing the four taut silk sashes tethering Narcissa's arms and legs to the corner bedposts. Guillaume then rolls onto his back on the wide bed, never withdrawing from Narcissa as he pulls her along to lay on top of him. She groans softly as her head settles upon his shoulder.

Using the knife one last time, Guillaume gashes his own throat, wanting the scent of his blood heavy in the air as he presses Narcissa's mouth to his neck and shouts in her ear.

"NARCISSA, Darling! I know you feel terribly weak. That's because YOU MUST EAT! There is food at your mouth... At your teeth... Bite down, my dearest... BITE! Bite and drink, Darling, DRINK, and soon our joyous immortality shall be more fully yours!"

***

A new beginning

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 04-12-03 13:58

She was unconscious but oddly aware of what was going on. Perhaps it was her predator senses as she could literally smell the blood seeping from his neck. He had already rolled her on top of him and she groaned, but did not sip right away. She was comfortable in this unconscious state...she was lethargic, and enjoyed the sleep that was put upon her before it was time for her to sleep naturally. She merely laid on top of him, listless enjoying the scent of his blood.

But then he spoke. He sounded perhaps a bit panicked..."Bite down, my dearest... BITE!"

She opened her mouth with her eyes closed as he pressed her head against his neck. The dark, hot fluids of his blood started to fill her mouth and she lazily took a few gulps. But that is all she needed. She tore into his neck, almost in a frenzy as the blood brought her back to life. She pushed herself up with great effort being as she was nearly drained herself and dove into his jugular with fangs bared. She sucked at his neck, lapping with her tongue and taking mouthfuls greedily as she fed upon him. She felt the rush of his blood racing through her system and it nearly overwhelmed her. This time, after she became his child, she did not puke like the first time, however she stopped herself as her head started to spin. She stopped feeding and fell to his chest letting out an exastperated moan. It was apparent this night on his new chylde was taking it's toll as she laid across his chest. Her eyes were wide and her mouth open, but she did not say a word as a mouthful of his blood streamed out of her mouth and down his chest. She laid there still on top of him and shocked at her rebirth.

***

Act Four, Scene II

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 04-14-03 06:06

Guillaume lies on his back, his breath deep and rapid, feeling the burn and itch of his flesh knitting itself to repair the gash Narcissa has rent in this throat. Narcissa's body remains draped across his. He feels her quivering slightly as his more potent blood infuses through her, replacing much of that which he has taken from her. Of course, such an exchange is terribly inefficient, and by tomorrow both of them will be famished, needing to feed upon bright red, oxygen-rich, human blood.

"Rest a moment, my dear," Guillaume advises. "Take your time. Enjoy the reinvigoration of your soul as my essence again reanimates your body. Take your time. Let me know, at your leisure, when you again have the strength to move. Meanwhile, just remember how much I love you and how sweetly I anticipate us sharing eternity together."

***

Reinvigoration

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 04-15-03 06:33

She laid across his body for a few moments merely staring off at the walls. It took her a few moments to regain enough strength to roll off of him, and she did so after laying for what seemed an eternity staring off. She laid on her back looking up to the canopy of the bed, with the candlewax sticking to her skin. She felt his blood rushing through every vein, and eventually working it's way into her muscles and skin, into her brain and heart, and eventually entirely throughout her body. She took in a long deep breath and moved her emerald gaze to his as they laid together.

The candlewax was now starting to annoy her as she regained her strength and dignity. Although she still kept quiet, not sure if she should still be referring to him as master or not. He could clearly see that confusion in her eyes, not knowing when this ordeal would stop. She looked at him differently though. She saw his age...his wisdom...his power. Instead of being so defiant of him and his rules now, she knew it would be in her best interest to follow them, lest she find herself either killed by mortals, or destroyed by his hands.

She continued to just lay there, staring at him, on top of the now annoying candle wax awaiting her next marching orders.

***

Finale

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 04-16-03 06:09

Narcissa rolls off and lays on the bed next to him, staring up at the canopy. Guillaume turns onto his side, rests his head in his hand, propped up on one elbow, and watches her. Eventually, she turns to meet his stare.

Despite the tender uncertainty with which she now regards him, he still discerns the keen self-confidence in her searching gaze. It is this force of will that he loves so much and values so highly. He hopes she will now temper it with a bit of wisdom. He has good reason to hope she has learned that vital lesson.

There is a difference in her eyes, in the set of her mouth, in the angle at which she holds her head. The cocky defiance with which she faced everything -- even her earlier discipline -- is gone. It softens her appearance, increasing her already abundant femininity, and thereby enhances her already exquisite beauty.

The clotting blood staining her chin and throat, the tatters of silken sash dangling from her ankles and wrists, the slipped blindfold hanging around her neck, and the crumbling wax caking much of the rest of her body, now seem obscenely incongruous with her lovely and noble grace. He gently strokes a few loose locks of hair from her face, then leans forward to softly kiss her lips.

"Narcissa," his love for her is manifest in the way he whispers her name. "Go now and get yourself cleaned up. There is still time left this night for you to serve me -- and for me to show you my true appreciation for all you have done to sweeten my life -- in the most tender, heartfelt and loving of ways."

***

Bending Her Ear

Author: Asha

Date: 04-17-03 10:46

"If you need someone to listen, may I be so forward as to offer myself? The question rang through the air between us as if she had sang the words instead of speaking them. She was willing to listen, but now how to begin? She wanted to know how I came to be here, how my Mistresses also came to this mansion. How do I tell her? What do I start with?

I'll just have to start with me.

"I woke up for the first time just two nights ago. I was blind and unable to hear, and I was very weak, so at first I thought that I had been very ill. It wasn't until just last night that I found out what had really happened." At the mention of the last night's "festivities", my stomach began to churn, and for a very bad moment there, I felt as if I were going to sick up on the floor, right in front of everyone. It took a few moments before I was able to continue, and it wasn't until I did that I found that I had broken into a cold sweat at the bare thought of what had gone on. When I continued reviewing what I see as my personal history, I noticed that my voice was shaking, but as I detacthed myself from the events, I was able to continue with less and less trouble. I told Somatra every thing, I don't know why, but I felt that it was necessary. I told her of all the things that I had done, my thoughts, my feelings, even my motivations, when I could remember them.

I don't think that I wanted a friend. I think I wanted a judge.

***

The longest bath

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 04-18-03 05:19

She got up from his side, leaning over to softly kiss his lips, as a show of appreciation, before moving to the bath. She drew the hot scalding water and removed what was left of the shredded ties from her wrists and ankles. She added the scent of lilac bubbles to her bath, and eased down before the water was done running. Each piece of wax that had been left stuck to her body was now floating to the top of the water as was the dried blood that now mixed with the hot water.

She felt at ease now...as if some sort of heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders. There was no burden for her to bear, but whatever was in her mind, was now lost. She was completely his and could not wait to finish washing herself, the final step of her rebirth.

The bath was long an luxurious and she stayed until every ounce of dirt left on her was gone. Getting up, her hair now damp from steam, she dried off and wrapped a large fluffy towel around herself, again, presenting a newly cleaned self to him at the bed. She went to his side of the bed, standing over him with a soft smile parting her lips. She could not wait for him to wrap his arms around her and make passionate love to her this evening.

***

Curtain Call

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 04-18-03 07:07

Guillaume hears Narcissa filling the large bathtub. He knows it will take her a while to scrub herself clean. That gives him time to get washed up himself.

Guillaume stands and strips the bed of its wet, wax-splattered, and bloodstained bedclothes. He flips the mattress. He plans to have Narcissa make the bed when she finishes her bath. There must surely be a change of sheets and other covers somewhere in this room.

First adjusting his robe, Guillaume gathers the used bedspread, blankets and sheets in a bundle and carries them out to the hall, where he leaves them in a pile for the butler Briant to find. He then crosses to an empty suite and makes use of its shower. Returning to the corridor, he is surprised to discover the pile of dirty bedclothes already gone.

Entering their room, he sees the bed is already made, despite the fact that he still hears Narcissa in the bath. The four candelabra he had moved near the bed have been returned to their original positions near the walls. Once again, Guillaume marvels at Briant's efficiency and wonders if he has a staff of unseen servants. Guillaume realizes he simply must learn the operations of this manor if he is to step into Dahlia's footsteps.

Knowing his robe bears traces of wax and blood, he lets it fall to the floor near the door and crosses the large boudoir to recline on the fresh bedspread. He smiles when, having finished her bath, Narcissa comes to his bedside wrapped in nothing but a plush, white towel. He playfully reaches up and pulls it away, leaving her naked.

Her smooth skin glows in the golden candlelight. No scars or other evidence of the violence to which he had subjected her remains. She appears the epitome of delicate feminine beauty.

Guillaume takes her hand and pulls her down to him on the bed.

"Come, my Darling," he whispers. "Let us show each other the true nature of our love."

***

Standing Ovation

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 04-19-03 11:49

She stood before him and didn't move, even when he ripped the towel from her body and tossing it to the floor. She used the lilac lotion on her body, the same scent as what she used in the tub, and massaged it thoroughly into each part of her body. As she had done this in the bath, her hands lightly massaged over her thighs, breasts and very tender buttocks, ensuring her arousal and preparing herself for Guillaume. She couldn't help but smile as he looked up and down her body, devouring and inspecting every curve and mark on her skin. She was proud to be his and gladly straddled over him as he pulled her down to him.

She parted her legs over his hips running her hands up his chest and to his shoulders, still keeping silent until her face was only inches from his. Her long curls spilled down past her shoulders forming a canopy around both of their faces in the soft candlelight around the bed. She hadn't noticed Briant's quick handiwork, nor particularly cared at this moment. She took this breath, this moment, this silence, and looked deeply into his silvery gaze, and was taken aback by her lovers deep devotion to her...she was hoping she was exuding the same look he was now giving her. It almost made her cry in happiness that he would have her, and love her and she leaned down, softly pressing her lips to his in a passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, moving his hands up her body, past her shoulders and to her hair where he gripped her head, not hard, but passionately, increasing the desire in the kiss.

She pressed her body down to his stretching her long legs down his until their feet met. Her hands wrapped around his ribs and under his shoulders where she gripped the back of his shoulders tightly. They both broke the long kiss and she could not help but whisper breathlessly in his ear.

"I love you my darling Guillaume."....her trust in him now deeper then she could ever have imagined. He took her to the edge of death, twice now, only to revitalize her mind, body and spirit. She was dedicated to him and only him now, and knew that she would stay with him for centuries. She let her mouth probe down his chin, lightly kissing down his neck, and moving her tongue down his chest, as she continued her downward path taking in the delicious taste of his cool skin. She parted his legs with her body and wrapped her lips around him gladly perfecting the art of fellatio upon him.

***

End Game

Author: Drakonic Sephonis

Date: 04-20-03 14:51

Her reaction had been expected, to an extent. He assumed she would be remorseful, but he didn't know it would be to this extent. Her leaving was a bit of a shock, but it pleased him none the less. He had, or at least he thought, aided his gracious hosts in the training of their servant. As he relaxed back into his chair, he wondered if he had, once again, stepped out of his bounds. That was something however, that would be addressed at a later time, and so there was no reason to give it too much thought now.

He raised the glass to his lips, sipping from it lightly. He holds the glass in his hand, propping his elbow on the arm rest of the chair. With a confident smile, he replies to Laura's statement.

"I figuired you vould be feeling as such. However, as little as I need your assistance, I am afraid your intervening vith your Lord und Lady vould only anger zem more. You see, they gave me your services for ze evening, and for you to leave vould be a violation of zair orders."

Placing the glass, half full on the table, he rises from his chair, walkning towards the door. He passes Laura, and, standing in the hallway, says to the two, "I am retiring for ze evening. I expect you two shall be retiring shortly as vell. If either of you need anything, my door is open. Othervise, I shall see you both tomorrow evening."

With that, he walks down the hall. As he heads upstairs, he passes Briant. He nods to him, and asks for directions to his quarters. Briant shows Drakonic to his room.

Once inside, he looks around. He takes note of the large bed, and the ornately designed hutch. He smiles to himself, as he heads into the equally baroque looking bathroom, and is reminded of the times he spent in various castles.

Slowly, he drops his clothes to the floor. He casually starts a hot shower, and loses himself in thought, as the steam beings to permeate throughout the room, wondering if he will be joined by either of the servants.

***

Final Instructions............Assistance?

Author: Tricia

Date: 04-20-03 19:49

As Drakonic leaves the room he stops in the doorway and says "I am retiring for the evening. I expect you two shall be retiring shortly as well. If either of you need anything, my door is open. Otherwise, I shall see you both tomorrow evening." He then turns and leaves. Tricia watches him go and feels somehow that she has displeased him. She decides to go to his room and get any final instructions ....... she walks to the room and after lightly tapping on the door, enters the guest room....... she hears the shower running and standing in the open doorway, asks in a quiet voice that still cuts through the sound of the water" Can I assist you with anything before you retire? My Lord and Lady would not want you to be in need or want of anything......... your wish is my command..........." her voice drifts off awaiting her final instructions before retiring........... She has left Laura to fend for herself...................

***

Repose

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 04-21-03 06:11

When Narcissa has finished, she and Guillaume remain where they are for a moment, both catching their breaths. Then, Guillaume reaches down and pulls Narcissa's body up across and onto his. When her face reaches his, he pauses her progress to share with her a deep, passionate and loving kiss.

Then, he urges her to continue moving further toward the head of the bed. He nibbles her breasts and kisses her tummy as they pass over his face. Soon, Narcissa is kneeling at the top of the mattress, her arms resting on the headboard.

Guillaume tenderly grasps her bottom and pulls her hips down until most of her weight settles through her flanks onto her upturned heels. The remainder rests upon Guillaume's waiting lips and tongue.

***

Fitting gestures

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 04-21-03 10:41

She came back up to him as he urged her body to do and moans with every kiss, lick and nibble against her skin. She gripped the headboard as she straddled over his face, and at the first touch of his tongue against the now swollen lips, she cried out in a whispered gasp. He worked his way around, between and into her crevace, pleasuring her with his able tongue, while she did her best to stay put over him. Her fingers would squeeze the ancient wood of the bed as he found spots that would ultimately continue to make her gasp and moan at his touch. She found the pleasure he gave her even more enhanced after the hot wax had dared to singe her most sensitive skin.

Her muscles tightened and relaxed as she felt herself nearly swooning from orgasm as he pressed his face tightly against the soft flesh between her legs. His determination was frantic as she cried out in pleasure.

She stood over him a few moments longer and shivered as the pleasure continued down her spine. She eased herself down, pressing her body to his, as she slid down. Both of their bodies were now warmed by excitement, and her flesh was extra sensitive to his touch. She eased on top of him, taking him deeply inside of her wet folds and pressed her lips against his in a sensuous kiss. She could feel him thrust up penetrating deeply as his tongue continued to entangle itself around hers. She moved her hands to his chest as he embraced her tightly to him. As he embraced her, she could not help but embrace him as well, wrapping her arms under his holding tightly. She never wanted to let go of him...ever.

The thrusting continued, as she allowed her body to writhe on top of him, his own panting now increasing as the pleasures swelled inside of him now.

***

Unremitted Craving

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 04-21-03 13:13

Barely realizing what has happened, Laura has gone from being the center of Sir Drakonic's unwanted attention in Tricia's embarrassing presence, to suddenly standing alone in the wide corridor outside the library, left behind by both of them. The huge mansion seems eerily silent She suddenly feels overwhelmingly lonely.

Laura suspects that she does not dare return to her own room. Given her earlier comments, Lady Narcissa clearly wants to be alone with Lord Guillaume tonight. Laura shudders thinking how they might react if she shows up in the suite they share, having failed to entertain Sir Drakonic.

As she stands there, trying to decide what to do, the butler suddenly walks past. He moves so silently, she has not heard him approach. He carries a wicker basket.

"Um... Excuse me!" Laura calls after him, her voice quavering.

He takes several more steps, as if he does not hear her. Then he stops and turns suddenly, regarding Laura down his long, thin nose. She sees that the basket holds a crumpled pile of sheets and blankets.

"Have you seen...?" Laura gulps. "I mean... I was wondering...."

"I am sure that Lord Guillaume and his lady remain indisposed," the butler interrupts, obviously guessing what Laura wants to know. He takes a step to turn away, but then again faces Laura, now with a strange smile on his thin, pale lips. "Lady Violet, however, has returned... alone."

This time the butler does turn away, quickly disappearing down a side passage.

Laura releases a long and shaky sigh, remembering spending the night before in Lady Violet's bed. Despite the pleasure and contentment she had found there, Laura had awoken this morning rejecting the notion that she could love a woman. But Sir Drakonic has convinced her of the error in denying the unwanted but unavoidable truth; and the self-destruction which will inevitably follow rejecting what every action of the past week reveals is her true nature.

Laura is nonetheless still shocked to discover that she feels convinced that Lady Violet's company could fill much of her desperate emptiness of spirit. With neither joy nor trepidation, but simply in a steadfast endeavor to fulfill a need she does not quite understand, Laura walks calmly to Lady Violet's boudoir and knocks on the door.

***

Repositioning

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 04-22-03 06:09

Despite having reached ultimate ecstacy several times already this evening, the sensual joy of pleasuring Narcissa from beneath has Guillaume ready for her when she slides back down his body to slip down on top of him. They kiss passionately as their bodies move together in continuing and growing pleasure. After a while, Guillaume sits up. Narcissa wraps her arms and legs around him as they rock together on the mattress, her breath hot and irregular in his ear.

Then, placing his hands on her shoulders to keep her sitting up, Guillaume settles back onto the mattress, drawing Narcissa's legs out to either side of his torso. This leaves all of her weight bearing down through his hips. She gasps as this forces him even more deeply inside of her.

Guillaume's hands move down over her breasts to her ribs, and he urges her to lean back, bracing herself with her taut, straight arms, her hands now down by his ankles, clutching the slick satin on the fresh bedspread. Guillaume's hands move lower, and his fingers expertly caress the most sensitive point of her outer flesh, while their new position causes another, hidden part of him to rhythmically thrust against the even more sensitive area just behind that spot, deep inside of her.

***

New found longings

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 04-23-03 06:14

She moved her body as he instructed her to do, finding ecstacy in whatever position he wants her in. Just being with him was ecstacy enough, but to have him be so deep inside of her brought her pleasures that were beyond any mortal scope. Her breathing was heavy as he continued to thrust so deeply inside of her. She reached back and gripped the sheets by his ankles, crying out in desire...her cries were rising, and filling the room as her long fiery curls spilled down tickling his legs. It would be no surprise if others in the immediate hall heard her cries of pleasure, the primal voice echoing through the halls. She could hear him groaning as well, with each forceful thrust until he brought his fingers once again stroking between her legs. It was far too difficult for her to keep another orgasm contained as he did this, the feeling of him penetrating and rubbing against her swollen flesh inside, and his massaging of the most sensitive part of her body, until she could no longer contain herself.

The orgasm, spilled from her body, rushing down as she clamped herself tightly around him between her legs. Before anything else could happen after her orgasm, she leaned forward on top of him with her fangs bared. She pierced the skin on his chest biting down allowing another rush of his blood to fill her mouth as she trembled in his grip from the orgasm. It was out of her control....

In her mind, she tried to stop herself from reacting this way, from moving so quickly while he was trying to pleasure her, and pleasure himself, but the instincts were too strong. She needed to penetrate flesh with her fangs to finish the orgasm, lest she feel herself empty and hungry still.

***

Quenching Thirst

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 04-23-03 06:45

There comes a point of intense sexual stimulation and desire when almost any sensation brings physical ecstacy. Thus, when in the throes of her passion, Narcissa sinks her teeth into Guillaume's chest, the severe pain perfectly compliments the equally tremendous delight of being inside Narcissa, thereby driving Guillaume to his fiercest climax of the evening. His fingers dig savagely into her buttocks as he arches his back, lifting Narcissa from the bed as he roars in pleasure.

He settles back down onto the mattress. The sudden silence in the room is overwhelming in its contrast to the ruckus of moments earlier. Now, the only movement is the slight lingering rhythm of Narcissa's hips on top of his while she laps at the remaining blood on his chest.

***

Quiet time

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 04-23-03 11:24

The hunger now rises in him as she breaks the skin causing him the beautiful pain he gave her only a while ago. But with the sharp quick pain she inflicts, comes with sweet release of ecstacy between her legs as he grabs her tightly, nearly digging his fingernails into her skin. He thrusts so hard against her, that they are both lifted from the bed and his moans of pleasure echo in her mind. What satisfaction it brings to her ears as his groans display the release and she feels the hot liquid deep inside of her.

She lays on top of him as he brings her back down and licks at the tiny wound healing it instantly. She lays her head against his chest and closes her eyes, still breathing heavy as she brings her hands to his shoulders. She wraps her feet around his legs curling up on top of him, quite satisfied with her duties for the evening. Her lips part only slightly as she offers soft kisses on his breastbone and up towards his neck.

She still remains silent however thinking he will have her stay silent through the rest of the evening. But it matters not to her, as she is right where she wants to be...silent or not. His arms are a world away from what they truly are, and a world where she is welcomed. She still breathes heavy as she continues to caress his skin with soft intimate kisses.

***

What to do with an unexpected, uninvited visitor?

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 04-23-03 14:18

Violet had just finally let her thoughts drift away from the events of the previous couple of hours, the cowardliness of Union, leaving her alone in the midst of a hunt, the pleasure they had shared within this room's walls earlier this evening. The moments of discovery they had shared between each other, truths as well as discoveries of the flesh. Part of her wished that he would return, because she truly did enjoy the moments she had shared with him. She was finally able to be her self with some one.

Violet, snapped her from her thoughts, and she growled lowly at the knock on her door, swearing she had told Briant that she did not want to be disturbed this evening. She slipped from the bed and moved quickly to the door throwing the door open "I thought I said I did not want to be disturbed?" Anger apparent within the Vampiress' voice as hardened gaze leveled upon the unsuspecting victim of her anger, Laura.

There was a devious within those eyes after a few moments, one that Laura may or may not recognize. Though, Violet perhaps had just found a way to work out her anger at being left in the midst of a hunt, by one who perhaps would be a valuable companion for her. No, he was a coward and could not stand by her side if he could not accept who he truly was.

She watched as a gambit of emotions ranging from fear to apology played over Laura's features, while the Vampiress held the door opened, looking at the young mortal woman expectantly. "Have you nothing to say for yourself?" Violet questioned the woman standing in the open doorway. "Are you just planning on standing there for the remainder of the night?" Again there was anger within the Vampiress' voice, though not as harsh as previous.

As Laura stumbled over the words of her answer to Violet's questions, Violet slipped away from the door and moved to sit her self in a chair, with a perfect view of Laura's form standing in the doorway. Again that animalistic hunger, known as lust rose with in her. Perhaps she would make use of the girl tonight, then again, she also at some point wished to speak to Lady Narcissa and Lord Guillaume about something she would definitely like to consider doing with the young, beauty that continued to stumble over her words.

"Out with it already Laura, surely it can't take you that long to answer a few simple questions." She stated, one shapely leg crossing over the other, gaze intent upon Laura.

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Chagrin

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 04-24-03 13:38

"Have you nothing to say for yourself?" Lady Violet demanded angrily. "Are you just planning on standing there for the remainder of the night?"

"You..." Laura stammered. Usually eloquent, Laura finds herself at a loss for words. "I mean... I...."

Lady Violet's unexpected indignation has taken her completely by surprise. Laura was told that Lady Violet was alone. Having made such sweet and passionate love together the night before, Laura assumed Violet would be happy to see her.

"I thought..." Laura shakes her head, confused. What had she thought? After the emotional fulfillment and peace-of-mind she found in Lady Violet's arms last night, Laura has come to her room to show that she appreciated Lady Violet's friendship and was willing to return it fully, especially if Violet now feels as lost and isolated as Laura has felt these past few evenings. The last thing she expected from the genteel Lady Violet was reproach.

Laura closes her eyes, trying to gather her thoughts. It does not help that coming from far up the hall, she can hear Lady Narcissa's cries of pleasure, a primal voice echoing through the corridors as she makes love with Lord Guillaume in the suite Laura shares with them. Laura finds this disturbing in many ways, and it serves as a further distraction.

"I mean...." Laura opens her eyes and begins again. Rather than the self-assured and articulate woman she once viewed herself as being, recently Laura has felt more and more like a naive child, discovering that she knows little of the world, and even less of herself. It has shaken her confidence to the core. She suddenly fears that anything she says will prove a calamitous embarrassment. But she had knocked on Lady Violet's door; she has to say something.

"Um..." But before she can go further, Lady Violet sneers impatiently.

"Out with it already Laura! Surely it can't take you that long to answer a few simple questions."

Lady Violet had been so wonderful to her last night, Laura cannot bear to think that Violet might now think her an annoyance, perhaps even stupid. Laura desperately wants her friendship. Of course, unbeknownst to Laura, this desire arises primarily from the addiction caused by Lady Violet's vampiric essence flowing through Laura's veins. All Laura knows is that she needs Violet's companionship. She will do anything to win Violet's approval and affection.

"I'm sorry," Laura takes a deep breath to fight back the tears. She forces herself to speak slowly, hoping she will not stammer more. "The butler told me you were alone. I will leave you be if you prefer. But I thought you might want... um... might like... my... er... you know... my company."

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Good Review

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 04-25-03 06:10

Guillaume sighs contentedly, enjoying the pleasant tickle of Narcissa's soft kisses on his chest, shoulders and neck. He wraps his arms around her and hugs her affectionately.

"Of course, you remain my slave for the rest of this night," he reminds her gently. "Those were the terms of punishment for your insolence. But I want to assure you that you have pleased me by proving tonight that you can subdue your natural rebelliousness, and abide by my direction when appropriate, as a Chylde should with her Sire. You are young, even by mortal terms. Yet you have acted tonight with remarkable maturity, self-discipline, and at times even wisdom."

Guillaume kisses the top of Narcissa's head, enjoying the lilac fragrance of her hair. He then hooks a finger under her chin, lifts her head and kisses her passionately. Finishing, he smiles into her eyes.

"So I have only one last command for you: Snuggle here with me and let us bask together in the warmth of our love."

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RE: Good Review

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 04-27-03 16:05

"Yes m'lord." Were the words whispered from her lips as he held her in his embrace. She looked up at him as he closed his eyes and took in his dark features. His hair pitch black with only a subtle hint of grey at the sides, something one would have to look long and hard to see. His face was strong, commanding, yet passionate and loving. His lips were always soft against hers, although they probably felt like cold stone against any victim he might choose to take. His chest was strong as it heaved up and down slowly, taking in the deep breaths of of air as she laid on top of him....it was if she was merely air lying on top of his strong body.

The night was coming to a close and perhaps the first hints of sunrise started to poke through the cracks and crevices of the old mansion in the woods. She felt herself feeling sleepy and rolled off of him, only to remain just as close by his side. He laid on his back, and she rolled to her side wrapping one leg over his, while his arm wrapped under hers keeping her close. She rubbed his chest with her free hand, lightly raking her nails against his cold flesh as slumber started to set in. He could feel his lips press against the top of her head urging her to end this night and partake in slumber. She wanted to ask him if they could hunt tomorrow, but she knew he already could sense they would need to and her question could wait until tomorrow to ask, being as she did not wish to break the terms of her enslavement for the evening.

She laid there, sleepy, but not sleeping yet, completely satisfied with where she was for the night. She could feel him pull the warm plush covers over them and suddenly thought of Laura and Tricia. She was curious where they would both end up for the night...either with Drakonic or with each other for the night. It would certainly be interesting to find out, and decided instead of punishing them like the slaves they are, she would approach them in a friendly manner, more like a friend. With that said, she pressed herself tighter against her lover and closed her eyes.

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Good Night

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 04-28-03 06:25

"Yes, m`Lord," Narcissa whispers passionately in Guillaume's ear.

For the first time in centuries, perhaps in his entire immortal life, Guillaume feels fully content. The way Narcissa now snuggles against him, casually draping her arm and leg across his body, reminds him less of the frenzied love he'd shared with Colette, and more of the marital bliss of his Christian marriage, during the short time he and his wife shared, eight hundred years ago. Perhaps this time, having again found true love, he can avoid the tragedies that ended those first two.

He again gently kisses the top of her head, trying to express his tenderly intense affection through the slightest touch of his lips.

"Good night, my dear Chylde," Guillaume sighs. "My eternal beloved."

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Adapting to a new situation

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 04-28-03 08:18

Violet watched Laura from her seat as the girl stumbled through her answer. "Actually I could use your company." voice still held a bit of that angered edge. The cries of Narcissa's pleasure floating through the corridor.

Violet stood and took Laura's hand in her own, pulling the girl into the room. The door closing with a resounding thud behind Laura's form. Violet moved away from Laura and refilled her goblet, a drink taken as eyes swept over Laura's form. Wondering if the girl had over come her uncertainties that had been expressed the previous night. However, that was neither her nor there right now. A primal lust had built up with in the Vampiress, fueled by her still present anger.

Though she knew with the approaching sunrise, she would not have much time to fulfill that primal need, so perhaps it would have to wait until sunset. "Undress and be quick about it. Then get on the bed, nothing will happen tonight, between us, though you will spend the night in this room with me." The command given as Violet sat dowon on the edge of the bed, her own hands removing her clothing. Nude form soon resting on the bed, gaze settling on Laura, waiting to see if the girl would question the order or do it with out question.

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Contentment

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 04-30-03 12:44

"Undress and be quick about it," Lady Violet commands as she removes her own nightgown and settles onto her bed. "Then get on the bed."

Lady Violet is no longer the loving companion of last night. Now, she seems a demanding lover, reminding Laura of the time she spent with Lady Narcissa earlier this evening. This change in Violet's demeanor shatters Laura's expectations that she might finally find some succor in her company. Instead, it reminds Laura that despite her dismissal by Sir Drakonic, coming here was not in keeping with Narcissa's instructions. Laura wants to please Lady Narcissa, who is, after all...

What? Her employer? That was close, but it is more. Laura remembers accepting Narcissa's assertion that she is Laura's "Mistress," although Laura is uncertain what that truly means. But the thought sends a warm tingle down her spine, primarily because it means that she is a part of Narcissa's life, but also because she remembers the terrible ecstacy of Narcissa's brutal caress. Unaware that her unnatural lusts and loss of volition are caused by the vampiric essence of Narcissa and Violet infusing her blood, Laura has come to suspect that such surrender is necessary to fully experience absolute, ultimate, sensual joy... to give not only your body to a lover, but your free will as well.

"Nothing will happen tonight between us," Lady Violet concludes, as she, now nude, reclines back across the mattress. "Though you will spend the night in this room with me."

Laura sighs contentedly as she begins to undress. Although Sir Drakonic has finally convinced her to fully except the shocking truth of her homosexuality, and as much as she has previously found ultimate pleasure with both Lady Narcissa and Lady Violet, the idea of making love with a woman still disturbs her. She will be more than happy to simply spend the rest of the night just sleeping at Violet's side.

Laura folds up her slip -- the only underwear she had worn this evening -- and sets it on top of her red dress, which she had already draped over the back of a chair. Now fully naked, she slips into bed next to Lady Violet.

"Good night..." Laura whispers, closing her eyes. Then, she remembers Lord Guillaume's instruction on how she should address Violet. It seems so fitting, and such an expression of closeness, despite its formality, that Laura smiles slightly as she adds, "...my Lady."

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A good nights sleep

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 05-01-03 04:38

She sighed heavily, content to hear her lovers words..."my immortal beloved." Her love for him ran deeper than anything she had ever known before and she closed her eyes, still holding on tightly to his body. She could feel his chest heave as well, as they both drifted off to sleep.

To dream what vampires dream is just a mystery.

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Tis the Season

Author: Ian

Date: 05-01-03 10:13

It had been a quiet night in the parlor. Ian had hoped for an evening of revelry, given what night it is. He knew that some had frolicked elsewhere, although not in a way that appealed to the ancient bard.

Still, someone should mark the occasion. Lifting his mandolin, Ian sings one last song to the empty room, before retiring to bed.

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Have you ever stood

In the April wood

And called the new year in?

While the phantoms of

Three thousand years

fly as the dead leaves spin?

There's a snap in the grass

Behind your feet

And a tap upon your shoulder.

And the thin wind crawls

Along your neck ---

It's just the old gods getting older.

And the kestral drops

Like a fall of shot and

The red cloud hanging high ---

Come --- a Beltane.

Have you ever loved

A lover of the

Old elastic truth?

And doted on

The daughter in

The ministry of youth?

Thrust your head between

The breasts of the

Fertile innocent.

And taken up

The cause of love,

For the sake of argument.

Or while the kisses drop

Like a fall of shot

From soft lips in the rain ---

Come --- a Beltane.

Happy old new year to you and yours.

The sun's up for one more day, to be sure.

Play it out gladly, for your card's marked again.

Have you walked around

Your parks and towns

So knife-edged orderly?

While the fires are burned

On the hills upturned

In far-off wild country.

And felt the chill

On your window sill

as the green man comes around.

With his walking cane

Of sweet hazel ---

Brings it crashing down.

Sends your knuckles white

As the thin stick bites.

Well, it's just your groaning pains.

Come --- a Beltane.

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Final Wish

Author: Drakonic Sephonis

Date: 05-06-03 10:47

He heard the callings of Tricia from the steamy sanctuary. He had spent the past few weeks sleeping the days away in seedy hotels. The only places he had found that didn't bother one if they spent all day, locked in their room. However, the primary drawback to sleeping in such places was that no matter how long he bathed, he never felt clean. So, despite the callings of Tricia, he let her wait, finishing his shower at a leisurely pace.

At it's conclusion, he stepped from the tub. His body covered in water droplets, as he walked across the floor to the bathroom doorway. Looking out through the bedroom, and saw, standing there, Tricia, awaiting his response.

He took a moment, to consider. Just as he was about to send the girl away, his eyes fell onto the pile of clothes he had worn that day. Without saying a word, he walks over to them. As he picks up the articles of clothing, he reaches into the pockets, pulling out a few coins, a couple scraps of paper, and an odd looking blade, shaped almost like a claw. He sets the removed items onto a nearby nightstand, and tosses the pile of clothing towards Tricia.

"I have no clothes to vear come evening. See to it that these are vashed, as vell as pressed by this eve. I vant you to see to it, not just give it to the butler."

With a wave of his hand, he climbs into the bed, lying on top of the covers. As he closes his eyes, he leaves her with one last command.

"Extinguish the candles before you leave. If you feel the need to return, do so in the darkness. Otherwise, I vill see you come evening."

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Fulfilling the Final Wish

Author: Tricia

Date: 05-10-03 12:18

As Drakonic tosses the pile of clothing towards Tricia, she catches all of them deftly without raising her eyes. She then hears him say,"I have no clothes to wear come evening. See to it that these are washed, as well as pressed by this eve. I want you to see to it, not just give it to the butler."And as she senses him getting into bed, she hears his one last command. "Extinguish the candles before you leave. If you feel the need to return, do so in the darkness. Otherwise, I will see you come evening." Tricia answers quietly before exiting the room, "Yes my Lord Drakonic, It shall be done." Tricia then quietly leave the room and heads downstairs to the Laundry room off the kitchen pantry. There she finds a late model washer, dryer, and up to date steam iron and ironing board. Tricia tenderly yet dilligently treats all the stains of the road on the clothing, runs them thorough the washer and dryer, removing them prompty and irons each piece of clothing so that it is crisp and free of any wrinkle. Once she finishes, she then takes them back up to Drakonic's room and without any lights, lays out the clothing on the divan in the room, each item individually so that he can see that she took great care with each piece. Tricia then leaves the room and having been ordered by her Lord and Lady to tend to Drakonic, she curls up in front of the door in the hall, that way she can hear Draknoic when he stirs and finish her task. As she drifts into a light sleep lest she is needed, outside the sun slowly starts to rise.

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Chapter 4... FINIS.

Author: Vampiress Belladonna

Date: 05-11-03 11:49

The Kindred and their pets have settled in for another day of sleep. A curious and intriguing mixture of Vampires, Humans, and other, less easily classified persons have come together at the Manor. How will such a diversified assemblage interact when the sun sets next?

Perhaps the answer will be found in the next chapter, entitled "Feast or Famine?"

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