Reunion

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 06-03-03 14:25

Laura's anxiety over not knowing where Sir Drakonic's suite is, and thus where to find Tricia and Drakonic's companion, is quickly relieved when Laura steps out of her Mistress' boudoir and sees Tricia hurrying down the corridor. Tricia remains in her dress from last night, and her hair is a mess. Tricia's eyes focus straight ahead, as if she does not even notice Laura.

"Tricia?" Laura calls as the other girl nears.

Tricia stops. She appears tired and leans against the far wall.

Laura interrupts the heavy silence. "Where were you going in such a hurry? Mistress Narcissa has asked that we take care of some things for her."

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RE: Gathering

Author: Zalen Honowithe

Date: 06-03-03 17:55

He had followed the man he felt akin to ina way. he didn't know if it was wise or foolish but he had to find out one way or another. He followed as discreetly as possible as the Man carried the what seemed to be fiented woman. He followed to the manor and watched carefully the man enter the back and stands and gapes softly at the majesty of the building.

He watched everything around him. The same feeling he got from the man he had gotten from the building.. he could also sence the similar such "feelings" concentrated mainly in one area of the building.

Throwing caution to the wind he crept from his secluded hiding spot and darted towards the Manor. using the same entry way as the man had and carefully moved deeper into the Manor. He almost passes some stairs when he hears footsteps above and darts back and into a shadowed alcove, as the man he had followed came down the stairs.

Hesistating now at the near miss. But hears the voices further on in the direction that the man had went and keeping his back to the wall he cautiously moved forward. He was drawn it seemed to them but couldn't realize what made him so drawn and curious. His curiosity had possibly gotten the better of him, when his scent which was far from unpleasant permiated the area around him as he slowly crept. He did not realize this as he himself could not catch the scent. But he did know its effects as it had helpd much when he wished female companionship or wished to escape a brawl.

He listened to the conversations he could faintly hear and carefuly closed the distance between him and the room from which the voices came from.

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Greetings

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 06-04-03 06:43

Guillaume steps up behind Narcissa and slides his arm around her waist. He nods to the other Vampiress in the room -- "Good evening, Violet..." -- and to the other Vampire, Sir Drakonic -- "...tovarish."

He then looks at the Kindred woman he's never seen before... No, not Kindred, but something similar. Something more primitive, yet suited to this Sanctuary. Four beefy young men surround her, not as a body guard, but like obedient pets.

Guillaume immediately realizes there is more than ample victuals for this evening's feast. He begins to reconsider the fate of the young woman he's tucked away upstairs.

***

Newest guest

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 06-04-03 06:55

She had already felt his presence in the house, and a wry grin had krept across her features as he entered. But there was more to his entrance then just him. There were others....mortal blood...and another...kindred...young. She waited in the stiff silence of the parlor until he came downstairs where he wrapped his arm around her.

"Hello my darling."

She pressed her lips softly against his in a sweet kiss before wrapping an arm around his back. She looked at one of the boys and could see a look of disappointment in his gaze as another man had claimed her. She smirked and knew that he would be the one she would take this evening...and now her stomach grumbled, yearning for the bold sweet sting of blood to fill it.

"I told Laura to get Tricia and Drakonic's friend and meet us in the Library." She looked back down to Drakonic smiling softly.

"I hope you don't mind...I figured the girls could talk before we joined them in there."

Her fingers trailed under his coat and to the soft fabric of his shirt, while hooking into the back of his pants. She was excited to learn of Somatra, who she was, and more importantly, what she was. But there was the new one in the house...lurking, almost stalking and she looked over her shoulder, almost paranoid, as his scent permeated the room for all the female kindred to indulge in. She leaned over and softly whispered into Guillaume's ear.

"I think you were followed love."

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Delayed Responses & A Surprise

Author: Somatra Manjula

Date: 06-04-03 10:56

The sun had long lowered past the horizon, driven away by the leaden fingers of the night sky. Somatra inclined her head in a nod towards the female vampiress who entered the room. Sexual satisfaction tinged the edges of her aura though one had to concentrate to see it through the sexual sheath that dressed most immortals. The dark haired woman wore a necklace that emitted an odd sort of energy, her salutation soft before she sat down. Somatra's greeting she delayed as a man entered, he seemed mortal to her and yet there was nothing to bind him here. No master. She contemplated this as she moved aside for him to sit, watching him play. Which he did with refreshing candor. There was a peculiarity to his performance that she had not seen since watching Prokofiev play for a girl he had fancied. There was purpose in the music, an absorption that bordered on only the most intense courtship and she wondered if perhaps this husk carried the soul of a long dead minstrel. The musicians of old had taken their craft seriously, devoting their lives to it in a way that she had not seen repeated by those of this generation. At least, not by many. As the last lingering note started to fade she inclined her head in a nod to him.

"You play wonderfully," she murmured, canting her head towards the vampiress, opting to send a silent greeting in reply to the womans earlier salutation, Somatra then moved to sit in a plush high-back chair a foot or so from him. She had just settled when another ancient entered the room. A vampire this time. He had a curious scar over one eye that niggled something in her senses. He seemed familiar and she was sure she had seen him at one time though she kept her expression bland, canting her head towards him in another silent greeting as her thralls then entered. They did so with their heads bowed, finding their way to her only by her presence now ingrained into their minds. But not so deeply that they would not be able to give themselves over to whoever should accept them. The clothes she had chosen for them, before she had ever met them, fit each as it should. Boasting the extraordinary physique of one, bringing out the purity of anothers' unscarred skin and so on. Once they reached her they moved behind her seat and kneeled.

The silence in the room stretched out though not in any sort of awkardness. Somatra lounged in her chair languidly, her verdant gaze assessing the hulk of a vampire that now sat across from the beautiful vampiress. He with his fathomless eyes and she...with her sad beauty. Pain clung to her in an ever enduring pulse that sparked another inquisitive spark in Somatra. But the spark, like so many others of before waned. She took little interest in the lives of others. Not because she truly did not care but because she curbed such sociable impulses. She had once paused to wonder at this great unresponsive facet of her personality but even that speculation faded. Her solitary state was inadvertently inspired by the past company of bumbling immortals who she had come to disregard. The strenght of the two in her room, and the others she could feel but not hear rolled through her in pleasant waves and she actually found herself curious as to what these new acquaintances were like. She sensed the other woman before she appeared. Another vampiress. She was elegantly dressed in a dark green dress that contrasted quite nicely with her vivid red hair. It took Somatra less than a moment to realize why she seemed so familiar for the awareness was not from any previous meeting. The kitchen..last night...the vampire disciplining his chylde. But what a remarkable change, she mused. The longings in the vampires before her rose as they each settled their gazes on the boys flanked behind her. She was pleased to see that they would enjoy the offerings she had procured.

"Draconic, Violet...I hope you all slept well. Who is our newest guest?" she spoke silkily with the comfort of one used to a particular situation or perhaps with the curiousity of one at ease in their surroundings. She did not seem to sense any of the awareness that Somatra sensed but then she had been distracted.

Somatra was about to introduce herself when she felt the small ripple in the air. Energy. But not the hungry lust that coated the aura's of the strigae before her...this was from another entity. From several. She stays the introduction she would have made and turns her head only slightly towards the entrance to the salon directly behind the vampiress with the fiery hair. Sadness from one..despair. Curiousity in the other and with it a strange new scent she had not smelled before, one she finds...merely peculiar. Pungent and sweet but projected...somehow. Then the last of the energies she had sensed broke through them all as a male vampire strode to the doorway, moving automatically to the red head. Apparently all transgressions from the night past forgiven. There was a bond between them that transcended Master and Chylde, a bond somehow struck down in the vampiress named Violet. Somatra had never experienced these emotions that could bond one so much more effectively than any lenght of chains. But then she had not tried, unable to call up the slightest interest in doing so. She had been once described as a "vicious beast" who cared not for anything but her own progression through the plain feasting on the souls of mortals. She would have defended herself, but it mattered not what others thought of her. There was another reason...one she would not dwell on in the presence of others.

Thus she called her mind to the present, catching the young vampiress' whispered words of someone being followed. Though her master's expression remains as it was she sensed his awareness of it and idly cast her gaze over the other vampires, as well as the musician. He did not seem at all discomposed in the presence of so many immortals. She was beginning to sense that this manor would be a place she would be hard pressed to forget. Her verdant gaze comes to lock on Drakonic's, a faint thrum in his demeanor moving apart from the restless waves of hunger...as if he had also sensed some vague familiarity to her being..mayhaps they had met once. She put the idea away for she had come to know well that when others recognized you and did not readily give some indication of it, it perhaps was at a time they would likely wish to forget. As if on some unknown cue, the two standing kindred turn to face her. It was time to introduce herself. She remained seated, though somehow she seemed to give the impression of straightening. Her height while hardly intimidating was in it's own way impressive. She faced them with the regality of some ancient noble, her voice silky.

"I am Somatra Manjula. These," she canted her head slightly towards the boys, "Are my offerings to the inhabitants and owners of this manor."

Then, sensing someone too familiar to be a passing acquaintance she paused as if waiting. The lithe form of the mermaid they had come to know as Mat appeared in the doorway, her expression calm and cool. Somatra couldn't help the shadow of a smile that hovered round the corners of her lips, her verdant gaze glinting as she remembered the woman from an earlier era long past. The one who had helped bring about the end of a once great empire.

"Syntyche," she murmured, "I am surprised to see you back on land after your last...excursion."

There was a companionable inflection to her voice as she considered the woman, amusement and perhaps a remembered relish at what had come to pass the last time she watched this mermaid walk the land.

***

Recognition

Author: Mat

Date: 06-04-03 11:58

Mat had woken this evening with an unusual optimism, at least for her. She was used to taking each day as it came, never expecting, never regretting. After the philosophical debate of the night before, she was reconsidering the treatment of her student. It wasn't entirely fair that she take out her ill-temper at being dragged out of an activity that she had found immensly fun and entertaining and sent to help this particular child. Although hard to resist doing something violent to the girl, she had to show a little restraint, if she ever expected her student to do so. Still, it went against the grain. Her nature had always been that of the Destroyer, and she could sense that same potential, that same hunger in her student (yet another reason that she and no other had been deemed fit to deal with the irksome child,) but she would need to largely supress that nature for the time being, rather than stalk around in a cloud of ill-humour.

She ran a bath and added a couple of handfuls of bath salts before stepping in to soak for a bit. It was still relatively early for the inhabitants to be up and about unless one or two of them were extremely early-risers, so she felt that she had the time for the luxury of a good long soak. After she was finally able to leave, she'd have to go to one of the volcanic vents she knew of and effectively boil the stench of the land out of her skin and hair. But that was for another day, and not now. Seeing as how she had been seen by several members of the household now, she felt that perhaps she had better put in a social appearance tonight, with all the formality that such a meeting of mixed immortals implied. As her student, Asha would be required to appear as well, and to be as mannerly. Using her time-sense, Mat decided that she'd better get moving, if they were both to be taking part in the evening, she'd need to get Asha ready soon. Aradia she decided to let sleep and wake in her own time, there was something about the way the Witch had looked last night upon retiring that Mat hadn't liked. Whatever it was, a night of undisturbed rest would probably do her good. At the very least, it couldn't possibly hurt her.

Mat dried herself and drained the tub. Naked, she strode to the wardrobe in the next room and considered her options. She wanted to be comfortable and able to move quicky, yet she did not wish to offend anyone's sensibilities. Finally, she tied a long and heavily embroidered black shawl around her waist as a skirt, chose a black lace open-front blouse to wear, with a small lapis and silver brooch holding the blouse closed over her breasts. Deciding that it would be impolitic to go barefoot, she chose a soft pair of black velvet slippers and turned to the mirror. Her hair (as was it's usual habit when out of the water,) was rapidly drying into a limp, tangled and slightly oily mass, and she brushed it out until it lay flat along her back. It was getting a bit long, hitting her just above the knees, but it had rather an exciting effect. She would leave it that length, at least for the time being. Fully satisfied with her current appearance, she went in search of her student.

Asha was awake, and by the sound of it, finishing up her own bath as well. Mat crossed the room to the girl's wardrobe. It was full of dresses, blouses and skirts, but none of them were appropriate to the girl's current station in life. Sighing, Mat set about the task of searching through the drawers of the massive chest on the opposite wall, determined to do the best she could to make the girl presentable. Finally she found what she was looking for, far back in the corner of the last drawer that she looked in. It made her wonder about the magic of this place, she'd felt nothing, smelt nothing, tasted nothing; there had been no trace...and yet, just as she was ready to give up, she found exactly what it was that she was searching for? There was only one explanation for that kind of fortuitous circumstance. She turned to Asha (who was now standing behind her,) and handed her the soft peached-cotton dress that she now held in her hand. It was very simple, long sleeved and floor length with a mandarin collar in a deep slate grey with a line of white piping down the right front half of the collar all the way to the hem. The pair of simple cotton flats that had also been in the drawer she held out to the girl after she had donned and then straightened the dress. "See to your hair, girl." She said curtly. It did show signs of some attempt at making it behave, but if that was the case, it had not been a very successful attempt. Wispy and wild both at the same time, it crackled with static, and resisted all attempts at styling until Mat stepped into the other room and with a palm full of the most neutral-smelling of all the bath oils, slathered it down into something at least approaching obedience. Still not entirely pleased with the manner in which it hung, Mat parted it down the middle, channeled a bit of lesser Pyr and burned it off all round at the length of the girl's chin. Brushing it out afterward, she found the lay and flow of it much more to her liking, and, deciding that they were ready to be seen in polite company, led the way downstairs. "What about Aradia?" Asha asked her. "Let her rest." She replied. "Tonight we are going to join the company, you will learn your manners here, and not forget them. An uncontrolled immortal is necessarily killed by the others. For your own safety, follow my lead, and never forget that you are my student. If you step too far wrong, I will be forced to discipline you in front of the others, in order to assure them that you are no risk to the safety of this Sanctuary. Do you understand? We will enter the room, and when I sit, you will take a student's place. You will kneel on the floor at my right hand and observe for the evening. Unless you are spoken to directly you will not say a word. If you are asked a question, you may speak, but only to answer that question. If you must leave during the course of the evening to relieve yourself, do so with as little interruption to the company as possible and return as quickly as you are able. Do not sit to my left, and do not spend your time looking at the floor. If you let yourself be mistaken for a servant, I will treat you accordingly. Do you have any questions?" They were now outside of the doors to the room in which the others were sitting. "No." Asha said, and they entered.

The first thing that Mat noticed when she entered the room was the red haired vampiress from last night and her master. The change in the girl's demeanor was remarkable, and with it, the satisfaction that she felt with her new outlook on life among the immortals came off of her in waves. Gillaume seemed very satisfied with himself as well. As she moved to step around the two, she heard a familiar voice addressing her by a name that she had not used in millenia.

"Syntyche," Somatra murmered, "I am surprised to see you back on land after your last...excursion."

She felt the corners of her lips quirk upward in what was just shy of a smirk and inclined her head towards the succubus. She well remembered the other woman and the swath she had cut through all of the nobles that could have controlled the vast and formidable armies of Sparta, the very men who could have ended Mat's drive for the destruction of their race. She let her smile shine through completely as she thought back to times before. "Somatra," she said, "As always when you apear, I am sure that there are interesting times ahead."

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Caught?

Author: Zalen Honowithe

Date: 06-04-03 15:31

He had been watching for sometime now and an inclining suspicion raised the hairs on the back of his neck. He didn't know what to do. Run or stay and see what would happen. He still had not realized his scent, the smell of his colonge he had used this morning or the smell of the woods he had trekked through after the man. He was extremely curious. He felt the familiararity of each but aslo the differences. Some he felt more akin to the then others.

He squinted his eye's a bit to make out the finer details of some of the people present. His eyes move over each and of them. He tried to hide more in the shadow he had been watching suddenly feeling rather naked. His eye's dart around warily having the sinking feeling that something was about to leap out and grab him.

"What am I doing here? This is foolishness.. following a strange man who obviously is very strong and can snap my neck..but.. they seem almost... family.." *these thoughts whirl in his mind as he tries to hide more. He cannot shake the feeling that he is being watched by unseen eye's.

He looks behind him and see's the way back. It was only a short dash out the back door and into the woods and possibly safety. But he couldn't move. Something had drawn him here and he ws determined to find out what. So he remained.. for better or worse.

***

Playing Host

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 06-05-03 06:39

"I think you were followed, Love," Vampiress Narcissa tells Guillaume.

The vampire immediately scowls at her, taking insult at the suggestion that he could be unwittingly tracked. Then he notices how she sniffs at the air, and he does the same. He recognizes the scent. A cloying, sweet fragrance that Guillaume had first noticed in the alley earlier while hunting. At that time, he had simply assumed that it was one of the many strange and often noxious odors commonly found in areas populated by humans.

But now, focusing upon it, Guillaume finds, among the medley of aromas, a definite undertone of Kindred scent.

"He's one of us," Guillaume relaxes. No Kindred would dare disturb the sanctity of Sanctuary.

Before he can do or say more, the woman who seems not-quite-Kindred introduces herself and her companions.

"I am Somatra Manjula. These are my offerings to the inhabitants and owners of this manor."

Guillaume is about to step forward and respond when he follows Somatra's gaze back to the doorway. The SkillMistress he'd met the evening before enters, with another of her kind following obsequiously behind. Somatra greets the SkillMistress in a name Guillaume does not recognize, and different than that she used last night.

"Syntyche, I am surprised to see you back on land after your last... excursion."

"Somatra," the SkillMistress responds. "As always when you appear, I am sure that there are interesting times ahead."

Guillaume chuckles. He has no doubt that regardless of anything else, that was certainly true.

Allowing his grin to soften to a congenial smile, Guillaume steps forward.

"Thank you, Somatra, for your thoughtful gift." Now that the boys' role at dinner had been openly defined, although fortunately they did not seem to quite yet understand, there was no way they could be allowed to see the next dawn. "We have so many new guests -- some of whose arrival we know, but not yet even met, nor even seen -- that it is truly a fitting night for a feast!"

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Prisoner?

Author: Deianira

Date: 06-04-03 16:25

Deianra got up and dried her eyes, she looked around the room. This must be a mistake. She looked for something that might help. She pulled out a hair pin and tried to pick the lock. She struggled for minutes until the pin finally snapped. She did not understand, that always worked in the movies. She then picked up a chair and lifting it over her head crashed it onto the door handle. The chair broke apart but the door remained closed. She then put her ear to the door to listen. She thought she heard something from the other side. Voices, she thought she heard voices.

She began to pound on the door and yell , "Hey, is anyone out there, Hello, hello"

She kept banging until her hand hurt and yet no one answered. She slumped to the floor begining to cry again.

She began to feel strange. She was scared yet at the same time she began to feel a slight arousal in herself. She began to have this strange tingling and a strange feeling came over her. She did not know waht it was. Like something telling her that she belonged here. That everything was ok. She did not know what to do her head was not right. She had a kind of fuzzy feeling about her.

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The Best Laid Plans...

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 06-05-03 13:22

Tricia takes a deep breath before answering Laura's question about her destination. "Lord Drakonic asked me to go to his guest's room -- you know, the Lady he brought last night -- and show her to the parlor."

"Oh," Laura replies with a sincere smile. "That's perfect. Mistress Narcissa requested that I help both you and Sir Drakonic's lady get cleaned up and dressed for the evening. Why don't you tell me which room she's in? Then, while you shower, I'll lay out a dress for you, then go and see to her."

Tricia hesitates. "Lord Drakonic told me...."

"Look," Laura interrupts impatiently.. "It was Mistress Narcissa who so kindly invited us here to live in this beautiful mansion. We should do as she asks. Besides, it takes care of what Sir Drakonic wants, too."

"Okay," Tricia agrees uncertainly. "Lord Drakonic's Lady is down this hall. Go past the main staircase -- the big marble one that leads down to the parlor. She's in the second room on the left. Or at least that's where I left her last night."

"Oh," Laura responds somewhat surprised. She had assumed that Tricia had spent the night with both Sir Drakonic and his lady friend. "Here, let's get you started, then I'll go take care of things."

Grateful for the chance to wash, Tricia follows Laura back into the suite they share with Guillaume and Narcissa. After Tricia goes into the bathroom to shower, Laura begins looking through the closets. Mistress Narcissa has asked her to find a tight, black dress for Tricia. Although Laura suspects the one she selects is not exactly what Narcissa had in mind, she is quite certain that it will pleasantly surprise her Mistress.

Laura finds appropriate shoes -- boots, actually -- to go with Tricia's dress, and sets the whole outfit out for Tricia to find. She then heads down the hall to look for the other woman. Tricia had told her "second room on the left" past the main staircase.

As she approaches the staircase, Laura hears a ruckus from one of the rooms beyond it on the left. It sounds like someone is trying to break down a door. At first, she fears it is the woman she has come to retrieve, but as she draws nearer, she realizes the noise comes from the first, not the second, room past the stairs.

Laura stops outside that first door. From inside that room, she thinks she hears a woman crying, then silence. Laura sees that this door, like all the others in this part of the mansion, has an old-fashioned lock with a keyhole that opens to both sides, like the kind people peek through in movie cliches. The key is on the outside, hanging halfway out of the hole, as if someone on the inside had dislodged it while trying to pick the lock.

Given the loud crashes and crying she heard from the room just moments ago, the sudden silence especially worries Laura. She steps up to the door and knocks softly upon it.

"Hello," she calls in a gentle voice. "Are you okay?"

***

Hope!

Author: Deianira

Date: 06-05-03 16:44

Deainira heard the footsteps approach her door. She moved to the door. Then she heard the knock and the female voice asking her if she was OK.

"Yes I am not hurt, but I don't feel OK. Who are you. Why have I been brought here. Please let me out Pppplleeeasse" she cried. "Wont you pppleeeease let me out".

***

Persistant Hunger

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 06-06-03 09:46

She could not take her eyes off one particular boy, who she felt she could feel his veins throbbing, his heartbeat pumping, and smelled the sweet sweet taste of his blood. She almost fell faint as not just one of the boys, but all of their scents and mortal essences seemed to overcome her. She was so desperately hungry now, but knew she could not just pounce and tear into their throats. No...she would have to wait until Guillaume gave her the go ahead.

She already knew that Laura, Tricia, and Drakonic's friend would be waiting for all of them in the library after they feasted, and knew they would keep each other entertained with conversation while the kindred fed, but she didn't want to keep them waiting that long. And she wanted Guillaume to have the princess..something he so richly deserved for running this house as smoothly as he was. She offered a smile to Somatra and Mat, and looked back to Guillaume, with almost urgency in her eyes. Her hunger was starting to take over every aspect of her body and he could clearly see the desperation in her eyes. She wanted one of those boys. She would make it short and sweet. The poor dear boy. She leaned into Guillaume presses her lips softly to his ear as she whispered.

"I'm hungry love."

***

Identities

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 06-06-03 14:04

"Won't you p... plee-ease let me out?!"

The voice on the other side of the locked, heavy oak door is a mixture of desperation and relief. It doesn't even cross Laura's mind that someone might have locked her in the room on purpose. Why would someone do that? It's obvious that the woman has been locked in by accident, probably by someone bumping the key.

Laura inserts the key all the way back into the lock and opens the door. The first thing she sees is the broken chair. The second is a young blonde woman with mascara streaks down her cheeks.

"Are you okay?" Laura repeats.

"Yes... Yes, I am okay, I think." the woman sighs. She wears a fashionable black gown with a white stripe cutting a jaunty diagonal across the skirt. If it wasn't for her obvious distress, Laura would think she had just stepped away from a cocktail party.

The blonde stranger's eyes start to dart around the room. "Where am I? What is this place?! How did I get here? Did you... Why was I locked up? What do you want with me? Just who...."

As she becomes more hysterical, her questions and accusation become increasingly incomprehensible. Laura steps forward and gently grasps both of her bare shoulders.

"Calm down," Laura urges. "You're safe now. I don't know how you ended up locked in this room, but now you're okay. The owners of this house are very kind, generous people. I'm sure they will do whatever they can to help you."

The woman takes a deep breath and her gaze centers on Laura's face. She wipes her eyes and says, her voice still shaky, "Okay... Thank you for unlocking the door. I just got scared. Who owns this place?"

"Lord Guillaume FitzHenry," Laura answers automatically. "And his... and Lady Narcissa... um... the Lady Narcissa."

Laura hesitates a moment, as if some doubt tickles her mind, but she shrugs almost imperceptibly and continues.

"I'm Laura von Hoeffner. You can call me Laura."

"Hello Laura," the blonde girls responds. Trying to catch her breath, she brings her right hand up to her still racing heat. "I am Deianira. I'm pleased to meet you, even if I don't know how I came to be here.... I was in an alley... and then... and then the next thing I knew, I woke up here."

Laura shakes her head sympathetically. "How strange. Listen, I was in the middle of something when I heard you in here. Why don't you tag along while I finish up, then we can go find my Mistress, and Master Guillaume, and see what they think."

After so many nights under their unnatural influence, it does not occur to Laura how odd it might seem to a stranger that she would identify Lord Guillaume and Lady Narcissa in that fashion.

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Silent Observation

Author: Zalen Honowithe

Date: 06-08-03 00:51

Zalen was very much relieved when he noticed none of the one's present had noticed. He smiled at his luck and continued to watch. He had no clue that he had in fact been made out. He wanted to get closer and so he tried he made his way ever so silently and as carefully as he could closer wanting to hear the conversations clearer. To discern who is who and why everyone was gathered.

He listened to the man he had followed mainly. As well as the others. and had been able to discover that this was a feast. He had not eaten yet in some time.. strangely he had no hunger for the foods he had once so enjoyed. Of course he had tried to eat normal food, but to no avail. That hunger was replaced by something much different. Something that had frightened him. He did his best to keep it abated and subdued. But here with the ones that he felt akin to it was even harder to.

He clenched his teeth in concentration as he crept closer daring even more to be caught and revealed as he moved forward.

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Considerate Host

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 06-09-03 06:30

"I'm hungry, Love," Vampiress Narcissa whispers in Guillaume's ear. The vampire hears the yearning manifest in her voice. It fuels his own appetites.

"Patience, Darling," Guillaume advises softly. "We must be sure our little lovelies Laura and Tricia are tucked away where they won't witness anything too upsetting to their mortal sensibilities."

He then raises his voice, not loud, but enough that all in the room might hear. "Besides, we must first properly greet our newest and overly shy guest."

Guillaume turns dramatically to peer into the shadows where Zalen lurks.

***

Too considerate

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 06-10-03 06:22

She peers around Guillaume waiting to see if the stowaway will make an appearance from the shadows, but he does not come out. Perhaps he is shy? Afraid? Unprepared? She senses something in the newest guest...he seems young, or else he would gladly make himself known if he were older. She senses that most older vampires seem to take great pride in showing themselves and their power off.

"Maybe he's scared....I don't think he'll do anything wrong...maybe we should just let him come out on his own."

But what if she was wrong? What if he was something more...she didn't sense any new power, but she did sense something else. He was hungry...perhaps hungrier than she is at this very moment.

"Hon, let's eat..that will draw him out for sure."

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Giving In to Hunger

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 06-10-03 06:36

"Hon, let's eat," Vampiress Narcissa growls. "That will draw him out for sure!"

Guillaume finds Narcissa's bloodlust contagious, nearly intoxicating. His own fangs bare slightly.

"As you wish, my dear, wonderful, Chylde," he replies softly, his own yearnings making his voice deep but unsteady. She feels the warmth of his breath as he gently kisses the top of her head. "You know how hard I find it to deny you anything!"

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Sweet Delights

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 06-10-03 12:01

A most wicked grin parted her lips as he said the sweetest words a woman could ever want to hear...."As you wish, my dear, wonderful, Chylde,"...."You know how hard I find it to deny you anything!" She laughed a bit louder now drawing eyes upon them as she did so. She turned to Violet, Somatra, Mat, Drakonic, unwrapping her fingers from Guillaume's belt.

"Well, if you will all excuse me, I think I need to get something to eat. Of course, you are all welcomed to join me."

As she said that, her eyes wandered to the boys choosing which handsome delight would be her main course. Of course, if she could, she would take all of them, but then why leave their guests hungry? She walked over to Somatra looking to her with an honest smile.

"Your offerings are truly delightful. They will make my meal even more...pleasant."

She looked at a taller boy, dark hair, dark eyes, rather rogueish looking in her opinion and offered him a teasing smile. She drew up a fingertip to his chin tracing down his neck looking for a vein as her finger trailed down his chest.

"Would you like to join me for dinner handsome?" The boy instantly nodded and said yes, as he obviously took a look into her intoxicating gaze. Then come with me...I prefer to eat..privately. The boy looked at Guillaume a bit nervously not sure exactly what she had in mind, and having obviously seen them kiss and caress each other as lovers do. She followed his gaze and decided now was probably a good time for a trick.

"Don't worry handsome...he's my father." ...She played on the considerable age factor, and he looked between them oddly again wondering what kind of relations they actually share. "We are a ..close...family." She laughed and winked to Guillaume pulling the boy practically by his shirt towards the quiet dining room, a few rooms away from the guests, and far enough away from their slaves. The room was long and dark, except for a few candles burning on the table. She looked to the boy and sat on the table sliding the candle out of the way and spreading her legs. She could see obvious confusion in his gaze, but spoke to him quietly and subtley.

"Don't worry, dinner is coming soon. We are served in here." She motioned for him to step closer between her legs, luring him to her body with the temptation of sex. She only wished she was wearing something a bit more modern, it would make things easier, but she would make due. She hiked up her skirt a bit to her thighs as her legs spread. She could see the leer on his face and his eyes divert quickly to the darkness that lay beneath the fine fabric of the emerald dress and she used this opportunity to drag him closer with her legs. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he moved his hands under the dress towards her buttocks. He certainly did not arouse her sexually, but her hunger was almost at a frenzy, as she could smell the blood beneath his flesh, burning, calling for her to take it. Before his lips could even meet hers in a kiss, she diverted her lips to his neck, fangs extended burying into the flesh and snaking down into the hot liquid. The poor boy wasn't even aroused by the time sank her fangs in, but she didn't care. It was the hunger that spoke and the hunger that drove her to feast upon his mortal flesh before she even had time to play with her dinner. Slowly this time...slowly she drank of him. Slowly, draining the life from his body allowing him to watch his life flash before his eyes. But little did she know someone was watching...

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