Sit for a spell

Author: Vampiress Narcissa

Date: 06-16-04 06:13

She moved with Damiana towards a secluded corner of the parlor, goblet of the intoxicating wine in hand as she sat upon a long chaise, crossing one long leg over the other, almost defensively as Damiana sat next to her, starting to speak of her adventures to such 'high' places. She chuckled as Damiana told her story with vibrant analogies, speaking of princes and diplomats, always wondering herself about the inner workings of politicians and their social habits. On occassion she would interject with a question or two about Washington, and Damianas place in society there with Rob. But was surely struck her funny bone was her travels far north, where the sun stayed hidden for twenty four hours.

"Wow Damiana, I think, as a treat, I shall take Guillaume there on vacation! You must have been like a kid in a candy store."

The both of them laughed and settled back on the chaise, relaxing within in the confines of the manor. Indeed, she was starting to feel a bit less like a stranger, and more like a resident of the home, although her reservations about being back 'home' stayed in the front of her mind. Then Damiana asked of her adventures. Where she had been, and what she had seen were things that only opened her eyes to the culture that Guillaume knew. She reflected the question in her eyes, becoming stoic once again as she struggled to maintain herself without Guillaume by her side...she was homesick, not for England, but for Guillaume himself.

"My sire and I returned to his homelands of England. He owns a bunch of property there that is just sitting there, so he wanted to take care of business while showing me around."

She kept the emotions at bay as she stated her travels simply enough. Her secrets would stay within her, especially a few things her and Guillaume did to indulge themselves with a slave or two. The thought of him not being with her right now tore at her very soul, and it was everything she could do to hold back tears.

"Hopefully he'll be here soon."

Genuflecting

Author: Davis Santiago

Date: 06-16-04 07:45

He sat back with Bianca, wrapping a jacketed arm around her shoulders as the women continued their conversation. He sensed something in "the Mistress" that made him chuckle. She was not of ancient blood. She was perhaps one of the newer kindred of this manor, yet, she held an exorbinant amount of power within her body. Perhaps her mistress was an ancient, one that went beyond elder and into the realms of mysterious goddess. But that was neither here nor there as he interjected about their travels to California.

"It was funny when we went to California, all the people that were there. We seemed to be perhaps the most normal out of anyone in that particular state."

He looked at Bianca and smiled, recalling a humorous memory one evening when they decided to hit the town.

"Remember that night we decided to do some club hopping? We went to this little place, a hole in the wall I think as you say, and it was full of kids who were dressed in black, dancing around to vampire songs. We lured a couple of kids to the back of the room promising them eternal life."

He couldn't help but laugh at this point, remembering the looks on their faces.

"They were like rabid little dogs, wanting to participate in what they thought would be some kind of ritual. Little did they know we were the real deal. It was actually quite fun seeing the looks on their faces. Quite prophetic in my mind.."

He pulled Bianca closer to him and kissed her ear, as he looked to Belladonna, wanting to hear about her travels as well. The mysterious name had come to life before him, as well as the name Dahlia. He wanted to hear more of this goddess.

Not Green, but Crimson with Envy

Author: Vampiress Belladonna

Date: 06-16-04 11:24

Belladonna listened with intense interest as Bianca and Davis told anecdotes of their time in California while the Sanctuary was being reconstructed in this new location. They both then looked at her expectantly, wanting to swap stories.

"And in the time of rebuilding, did you remain here?" Bianca asked. "Or did you take the time to travel as well?"

"Well," Belladonna smiled sadly. "I don't want to sound like I'm complaining. It was truly an honor to be asked, at my age, to assume responsibility for the reestablishment of Crimson Kiss Manor, but you have no idea the effort it required under these circumstances. Briant tells me that in the past, Dahlia always spent decades planning a new Sanctuary, while the old one still stood. To need to build this one so quickly, with no preplanning and no secure base in this hemisphere was, to say the least, a unique challenge. That is one of the reasons this manor looks so much like the last; to save time, I used Dahlia's old blueprints, and just had an architect she's used for centuries expand the design a bit, and adjust it to fit into this mountainside. Even with that, there were materials to purchase, shipping to arrange, laborers to import, and a hundred other things you'd never think of until you start a project like this...."

Belladonna sighed and sipped her bloodwyne. Her voice slowed and lowered as she continued. "So, to answer your question, no, I didn't have much time for travel or adventure while we built the new manor. What opportunities I did have, I used to return to Italy to spend time with Dahlia, and even then, we spent most of our time troubleshooting construction or supply problems. I've been back home less than a half dozen times in the past three years and, by the Goddess, I swear that most of those times we barely had a chance to.... um... hardly had time to... er.... have quality time to ourselves."

Belladonna's blush, no small feat among the Kindred, told the rest. "I'm sorry," she continued. "I didn't mean to gripe. It's just a bit frustrating. Dahlia's thousands of years old. To her, a few years must seem little more than a long weekend. But she and I met only six years ago. I was barely twenty. Now I've spent half my immortality apart from my Siress."

She gazed enviously at Bianca and Davis, snuggling together on the couch, so obviously in love. Belladonna's deep sigh quavered revealingly. "I've just been so lonely here... I'm sure you understand."

Observations

Author: Rob Baez

Date: 06-16-04 11:30

Dami always called it his "alleycat in a strange backyard" look when Rob went into one of his silent watchful moods in unfamiliar company. A slight wary tension revealed itself in the tapping of his fingertips against the arm of his chair that didn't show itself in the stillness of his dark eyes or the faint smile that remained politely on his lips. There had simply been so little time between his making and the fragmentation of the gathering at the old Manor before its destruction, that he knew most of the vampires in this room by sight only. None of them did he know well enough to understand the subtle power hierarchies that underlay their associations, though he felt the ripples of them. As the only other male in the room he exchanged a taut smile with Davis before returned to his silent near-invisibility.

He glanced across at Dami, talking animatedly to the flame-haired Narcissa on a chaise a little way apart from the others. He was amused to see his sibling was practising the arts of tact and diplomacy they had observed during their time in Washington, and while she had chosen a place where the two vampiresses could talk in relative privacy, it was not so apart from the others as to seem rude. He knew from the eloquent movement of her hands she was relating anecdotes about their travels, knew from her expression when she moved on from describing the polar regions to the African savannah, knew when her eyes flicked across to meet his momentarily that she was talking of Europe.

The travelling had been Dami's idea initially. When she found out he had never seen the country of his parent's birth she had taken the notion he should. They had found the small Andalusian town his family had migrated from, where the blood had tasted to them of sunshine and wild thyme, and after that they had just kept on going.

The freedom had been exhilarating, and as he took a mouthful of bloodwyne and glanced round the parlour through the concealment of long black eyelashes, he felt the stiflement of walls built to resemble as closely as possible those of the old Manor. He had seen how many vampires still clung to the archaic trappings of past centuries as if they felt safety in continuity and danger in change. But he was young and idealistic, born of a generation to whom revolution and change was as real and natural as breathing. He drained the last of the crimson wine, turning the fine fragile stem of the crystal glass between his fingers, and found himself craving the bittersweet taste of a cigarette.

Adoring the Beauty

Author: Bianca The Bloody

Date: 06-16-04 13:24

"I've just been so lonely here... I'm sure you understand." Belladonna said, with a sigh. Bianca merely nodded and smiled back at the stressed vampiress. She couldn't possibly begin to understand what Belladonna had been through during the two and a half years of reabuilding and such. And for one so young! Truly Belladonna deserved the title of Mistress of the Crimson Kiss Manor.

"Well, for what it's worth, you've done a wonderful job. The manor is simply beautiful! I feel at home here...just as I did in the previous home." Bianca said, in effort to reassure Belladonna that her hard work had paid off.

"Yes...I agree. The place looks wonderful." Davis added. Bianca turned to look at him with loving eyes. His innocent face was nothing short of a miracle. She kissed his cheek softly. Soon she would take him up to their designated rooms alone. She was so much in need of his touch...

A tired stretch

Author: Davis Santiago

Date: 06-17-04 18:24

He watched both women speaking, nodding as Belladonna spoke of her travels between here and Italy. He remembered Italy, vaguely having spent so little time there, a few months at best in his life before moving to Germany with his beloved sire. But it was neither here, nor there, and those were memories he preferred to put behind him now that he had Bianca. He relaxed into the comfort of the couch, feeling a bit drowsy from their long travels, but still quite awake from his kindred nature. He toyed with the hem of Bianca's skirt, idly playing while the women spoke. He interjected when she spoke of being alone however.

"I know what you mean about being alone, as I spent many many years doing just that. It has its benefits I suppose, but then one just gets tired of it."

He looked deeply into Bianca's eyes and could see the almost feral gaze back. He knew what she wanted, and he was more then happy to give it to her. He wasn't hungry in the slightest, and decided, that perhaps the rest of this evening should be spent indoors, and this time, in bed, not the cold room where they last were. But he would not rush it along, allowing her to end the conversation at her own pace.

Homecoming

Author: Countess Yvain de Chrys

Date: 06-17-04 20:06

The Airplane took off from La Mer de Noire Regency Airport.

I was finally leaving Avignon, France after two somewhat blissful years away from the states.

My mind was full of the thoughts over things that I had accquired over the last two years. Some good and some bad. I thought over my pending marriage to Wolf and how he had died before we even tied the knot; then there was the meeting between myself and the Count Marc-Jean de Chrys.

I sighed.

That had been a whirlwind courtship on the tails of champagne dreams and stolen kisses. *smiles*

Soon I was in Notre Dame Cathedral saying "I do," all thoughts of the Vladira, Vladmir and Alexander and even Hathor-Ra and Crimson Kiss out of my mind.

The event brought me much happiness, which only lasted for a brief moment.

Marc-Jean had disappeared one night and never returned. No trace of him exists and it seemed as though he didn't want to be found. I gave up and now i'm sitting here preparing to go back to the newly built Crimson Manor.

My, my, my what a reunion this will be!

Can't Be with the One You Love

Author: Vampiress Belladonna

Date: 06-17-04 22:38

"I know what you mean about being alone," Davis sympathized, although his voice seemed distant, as if directed toward some half-seen memory. "As I spent many, many years doing just that. It has its benefits I suppose, but then one just gets tired of it."

"Indeed!" Belladonna sighed. "I am so tired of it."

But it was already obvious that Bianca and Davis were merely making polite conversation. The way she clung to his arm, the way he casually fiddled with the hem of her skirt, the way they stared hungrily into each others' eyes, made it plain what was foremost on their minds. Belladonna understood. Vampires shared a dark existence, with immortal intimacy being one of its greatest compensations. Of late, Belladonna had known nothing but the momentary and meager delights mere mortals might provide in the moments before their death beneath her fangs.

"I am so tired of it," Belladonna repeated, mainly to herself, her own frustration mixed with euphoric effects of the bloodwyne driving her to voice her suppressed urge. "I can't wait until Dahlia and I are together again. Until then... All I know is that it's been too long since I've felt an immutable Kindred embrace."

Belladonna suddenly found herself again blushing, and glanced up to find Bianca and Davis looking at her oddly. She wondered, literally, if she had said more than she meant.

Open Invitation...

Author: Bianca The Bloody

Date: 06-18-04 06:52

"All I know is that it's been too long since I've felt an immutable Kindred embrace." Belladonna said. She looked up at Bianca and Davis immediately, as if she regreted what she had said.

A thought had crossed through Bianca's mind, but it was impossible that it would happen. Bianca felt pity for the mistress of the manor. She had seemed so sad when she mentioned she was tired of being alone. What if she were to join us? the thought ran around in Bianca's head. But she knew Belladonna would probably not go for the idea. But what if she did? Bianca was arguing with herself! This was rediculous.

"Belladonna, we were about to retire to our rooms. If you care to join us, you're more than welcome." The offer just rolled off her tongue. She left it up to Belladonna, but still, she couldn't believe that she had allowed herself to come out and say it. Was she suggesting an intimacy or just to continue their conversation up in their room? Not even Bianca knew that.

She had never been with a woman intimately before. Not in her mortal life...not even when she had sired Drucilla. She looked at Belladonna and smiled. She was a very beautiful vampiress. She had that dangerous, yet innocent, look in her eyes.

"Of course that is all entirely up to you," Bianca said with a wry smile on her face. She looked back at Davis, who looked curious as to what was really going on in Bianca's head. She winked at him, keeping her smile. The ball was in Belladonna's court now. I took hold of Davis' hand and stood up, he followed in suit. "Should you decide to join us, our door will be open to you." I gave a slight nod of my head as I smiled down upon her.

Davis and I, then, turned and walked towards the door of the parlor that lead to the hallway. Just as we were leaving, the front door of the manor was opened by Briant. More arrivals to the manor. I decided to wait at least one moment to see who it was...and to see if Belladonna would follow us...

New Home

Author: Countess Varsuviya Ignatious

Date: 06-18-04 06:54

When Cassandra and I finally made our way, hand in hand to the doors of the new manor, clutching the few belongings we had managed to save before the blaze tore apart our original home, we were surprised to find that this new residence resembled the old manor almost exactly. It was large and spacious with sparkling windows, surrounded by a gated courtyard and fresh gardens. Who would await us once we were inside?

Releasing Cassandra's hand, I pressed my finger against the doorbell and waited for a reply. At first there was none. Then, a tall gaunt man dressed in a suit opened the door and greeted us in a low, throaty voice. Cassandra seemed a bit uncomfortable, as I could feel her clutching my arm and pressing her face against it. We weren't exactly looking like the "belles" we normally were.....my hair was still a mess; blazing around my head like the mane of a lion. I still felt sweaty and sticky all over, and I could feel the butler eyeing me up and down, his nostrils flaring at the scent of my lover all over me.

"Hello," I said finally in a firm strong voice. "Is this the manor of Crimson Kiss?"

"Yes, it is." The butler replied, pulling the door open all the way. "And you are?"

I cleared my throat and gestured to my lover. "This is Lady Cassandra Belmont and Iam Countess Varsuviya Ignatious."

He widened his eyes in surprise at the position that my name suggested. He knew I was no commoner. He stepped aside and let us through.

We easily navigated our way into the new parlor where we found several of the other kindred congregating and engaging in hushed conversation with each other. I recognized the handsome gentleman i had met some time back, Davis Santiago and his lover, a small slight girl named Bianca. A dark, sensual woman that I had not yet seen before conversed with each of them, stopping to glance over at Cassandra and I as we came in. In the shadows, I could make out Lady Narcissa who sat in a remote section of the parlor, conversing with another woman. My superior hearing allowed me to make out a single line, "I hope he'll be here soon." She was, no doubt, referring to her striking European lover, Lord Gulliaume.

Cute little Bianca excused herself from her conversation and came towards us. She smiled, her fangs catching in the early evening light.

"Hello there! Welcome to the new manor! I think I remember you ladies. My name is Bianca."

I smiled back. "I remember you too Bianca. Have you met my lover, Cassandra Belmont?"

The slight woman turned and smiled at Cassandra in greeting. "'Ello! Nice to meet you!"

I turned from this lively little period of greeting to stare again at the beautiful woman that stood with Davis. She looked like a lady of strong, powerful rank...perhaps she was the mistress of the manor? God she was gorgeous. But who was she?

Returning Home...

Author: Princess Amneris HathorRa

Date: 06-18-04 11:04

Two years had passed and for the first time in all of my centuries as an ancient, I felt as though those two years; mere lint in the pocket, had moved so swiftly that even I, as ancient as I am, felt the whiplash!

There were some good memories to mark the two year period after the burning of the original Manor. My memories of that night are hazy and something I would love to forget. So it is with great eagerness that I embrace the dark haze that clouds those memories of that night.

Instead I found myself right back in my native homeland, Khemet.

I had not been back to the ancient estate of my family for more than 100 years including the two I spent at Crimson Kiss. Very little had changed. I wasn't very well prepared for the inner degree of age that would settle upon the edifice I lived in with the passing millennia's. I couldn't even concentrate on the people that had stepped within my life.

My mind was centered on other things. It seemed as though those I loved, Yvain, Vladira, Wolf, darling Varsuviya and the rest had faded into a mere trickle in a vast sea. I was in the worse case of melancholy.

That was when I met Prince Khufu Khepher. I have always resigned myself to the fate that I would probably never fall in love truly, but this time I was swept completely. I somehow retained the spark of human emotion within known as love. I was ecstatic and so full of life, in fact it felt as though I were mortal again; riding the wave of sheer pleasure and contentment. He proved to be a very understanding and inconceivably wise man of great beauty and allure. We were married shortly in Giza and I felt as though my happiness would indeed be complete for an eternity.

It is always those times when everything seems to be going up that trouble is always lurching and preparing to pounce. The marriage took place in the middle of the first year after Kiss Manor burned. So imagine my surprise when I found that my darling Khufu, the man I would spend eternity loving and living for, had commited pure, unadulturated suicide. His valet Khumnut had informed me that his master had been suicidal since his making. I was stunned! This man had spewed forth so much wisdom and so much love and all the while he was seething, a mass of melancholy, anger and despair within him. That second year was the worse for me. I sunk deeper into my dark funk and there seemed to be no end.

The evidence of light came when I out-of-the-blue recieved a call from Yvain. She for some reason or the other was there in Thebes for a HONEYMOON of all things! She had gotten married and was now a french Countess *smiles* She said she wanted to meet up with me later and it was a must. We reconnected and discussed our present lives after the burning as well as the past. I told her of my recent marriage-turned-widowhood and the melancholy I had been experiencing. She comforted me and we comforted each other. The time spent was beautiful and soon we parted ways with the promise to stay in touch.

It hadn't been more than a month later when I recieved word that Yvain was on her way toward my ancestral palace. She arrived and seemed so listless and distraught. She hadn't slept or eaten and looked so wasted and frail after all of this. The reason? Her husband had completely dissappeared and it seemed like he did it purposely. Yvain signed him as dead and grief took over. During the time that she stayed with me she didn't speak much and was a very much changed woman. I monitered her and as the days began to pass I too became lost in my own dark thoughts. One day she surprised me by saying that she could not resist it. She needed to return to the Newly built Crimson Kiss Manor. That surprised me greatly. Returning to the burnt edifice or newly built manor had been the last thing on my mind. Yvain was adamant! She needed to be surrounded by those she loved and she further suprised me by asking me to come back as well.

I spent more than a fortnight thinking it over. I came to the conclusion that there wasn't much more to do, plus I had been thinking of a certain beautiful half egyptian half english Countess.*chuckles*

With that said I agreed and now i'm on my private jet, now pulling into one of the private air strips near the location of the newly built manor.

The moment I step outside of the jet and my feet touch the ground, I'm insantly assailed by the scent of familiarity and memories.

In a way it feels good to be back.

The limo is there and I enter, sitting back against the plush black velvet upholstery. My mind wonders back and forth, I'm wondering who will all be there? Will they accept me again and all of this mess that seems to bother me completely and incessantly.

Thinking, I drift off and awake in time to see the car pull up before the great edifice of the newly built Crimson Kiss Manor. The place is vastly larger and different than its previous state.

Describing the place, I would say it is completely surreal and very baronial; its like a large castle; to say the least.

My bags are taken inside, as I had already telephoned that I would be arriving. I make my way up the grand sweeping stone and marble staircase toward the great brass doors where Briant stands.

"Good evening madam" he says, eyes widening. I smile to myself, my form of dressing has always gotten a good bit of stares from many people. I'm dressed in a dark, rich burgandy colored, silk robe in the fashion of an egyptian queen. The silk clings to my tall, amazonian form and brings my burnt sienna skin to a full glow. My eyes and eyelids are done in smokey gray mascara with silver highlights...so dark and alluring just like my husky voice*smile*.

I sweep past him and head toward the direction of voices. Briant is their quickly. He throws open the great doors to the new parlor and announces:

"May I have the priviledge of introducing her majesty, Princess Amneris Hathor Ra Imhotep-Khepher!"

"HATHOR-RA!!!" A voice screams in disbelief and uncontained excitement. I slowly turn my head until i'm staring straight into the eyes of Varsuviya!

Lusting for Another

Author: Countess Varsuviya Ignatious

Date: 06-18-04 11:58

She entered the room, and it seemed as though the entire world had come to a halt to honor her ceremonial entrance. I heard the door open behind me, as I continued my little conversation with Cassandra and Bianca, and when I heard that voice..that husky, sexy voice I had to turn around and see if it was the woman I had longed for for an eternity!

My heart soared, and desire smoldered within as I saw Countess Hathora standing there, her beauty, curvy frame draped in delicious, grand velvet, and traditional Egyptian jewels about her slender neck. I left my little posse behind, hardly concerned with how rude I was being, and ran into Hathora's arms, gripping her about her waist as if she were the dearest thing to me in all the world. I felt tears coming to my eyes....I just couldn't believe it was her!

"Hathora..is it really you? Oh my God, I...I thought I'd never see you again!"

I looked into her eyes; like two twisting abysses of light standing out against her darkened features. The silver eye liner that she wore over her long lashes gave an extra special effect; especially when she smiled and held me to her again.

"Aye my darling it is I, Countess Hathora, arrived at last from frightening and rather time consuming circumstances. Its been two and half years since i last saw you..during our little dance and our enthusiastic little...." at this she paused to try and find the word for it. Instead of saying the word she giggled, a deep and husky growl like sound deep within the pit of her throat. "Well, you know what I' am referring to."

At that she ran her hands through my thick mane of hair, still unbound. I was surprised that she even had the gaul to hold me despite my rather unruly physical appearance. I sighed and shivered with unspeakable desire as Hathora leaned forward and pressed her mouth against my throat. No doubt about it..she could smell the evidence of my wilderness love making with Cassandra.

"I have missed you so much darling. We have much to discuss..and if i recall correctly, you had some important things to share with me." She snapped her fingers at the butler, and the tall gaunt man was instantly at her side, taking her bags for her up the long flight of stairs into the bedroom hall. I held Hathora again; paying no need to the astonished gaze of Bianca who had been kind enough to greet me, only to be deserted because of yet another new arrival. As the other countess and i stepped out of the shadows of the parlor doorway, into the parlor itself i could feel several pairs of eyes on us. Some how I managed to summon up the nerve to look at Cassandra in the face and it almost broke my heart. Her lips were trembling, the orbs of her eyes quivering as though she were about to cry. Bianca had a forced smile on her lips, in an attempt to conceal how insulted she must have felt.

"Hathora..you must be so tired," I said softly to her as we sat together by the scalding fire. We sat on a long sofa, my head on her shoulder, her long arm around my waist.

"Iam..just a bit." I could feel her busom heaving up and down slowly as she breathed. I moved my head downwards, keeping an eye on Bianca, who had wisely pulled Cassandra away for yet another lively conversation. I pressed my lips against the spot on Hathora's breast where the nipple was, and used two fingers from my left hand to slowly arouse the other. She gasped, although no one heard her but myself, because it was nearly inaudible. And that was a good thing. I did not want to rouse attention.

But oh how I wanted her body. The miracle of nature that HaThora truly was. And I would have her, if only for a night or more, at any cost.

She seemed to have read my mind; and I could sense that her body was ripe and ready for my advances. "Come with me Varsuviya upstairs. You can help me select a new bedchamber..."

Introductions and Departures

Author: Bianca The Bloody

Date: 06-18-04 12:54

The Countess and her companion were generous enough. Cassandra had seemed a bit quiet, but Varsuviya was very lively and congenial. Suddenly, just as quick as the two vampiresses came in, Varsuviya darted out exclaiming about how much she missed the newest arrival into the parlor. Bianca looked to Cassandra and smiled. The young vampire looked nervous.

Varsuviya came into the parlor with a stiking beauty by her side. Bianca was completely astonished at the exquisite wonder called HathorRa. The Countess led the Princess through the parlor, ignoring her consort. Bianca felt sorry for Cassandra for a moment. She took the young vampiress by the arm and led her to Davis.

Come, my dear, I'll introduce you to my beloved Davis, and to the Mistress of our Manor. Davis, Belladonna, this is Cassandra. She arrived here with the Countess Varsuviya Ignatious." Davis stood and bowed slightly.

"Pleasure to meet you, Cassandra." Davis said. Belladonna smiled quite pleasantly at Cassandra.

"I'm sorry to cut this short, my dear, but Davis and I were just departing from here. It was a pleasure meeting you." Bianca kissed her cheek, then looked to Belladonna. "And my offer still stands to you, Mistress." Taking Davis' hand, she led him out of the parlor. "Come, my love, I hunger for you!"

Sexual Encounters

Author: Princess Amneris HathorRa

Date: 06-18-04 13:04

We quicky mounted the grand stair case, far different from the other one; and headed down the corridor.

Varsuviya clung to me tightly, her finger absently tweaking the nipple of my right breast sending volts of delight through my body.

I decided to choose the grand romanesque chambers that opened up into a extremely vast and airy room of dark, rich burgandy; like my gown and black with tinges of silver.

The room was very very exquisite. Walking through the brass double doors, Varsuviya walked ahead of me with an expression of frozen unbelief. She continued further into the room while I completely closed and locked the double doors.

"Countess," she said coyly and I closed the gap between us standing face to face with her, her sweet pepperminted breath instilling sheer fever in blood stream. Damn! I wanted this woman like no other. It had been far too long since I had had someone to be with and this night would not pass by without both of being satisfied.

"It is Princess now," I said in a husky whisper. "The countess died two and a half years ago." A loo kof sadness must have passed through my eyes because Varsuviya stared and she wrapped her arms around my waist; looking up into my face.

"And incidentially love..." I continued in a hoarse whisper, "Hathor-Ra is no more, but I am addressed as Amneris. Can you say that love?" I said leaning down and capturing her mouth in mine.

She moaned deep in her throat as I kissed her.

"Hmmmmmmm...Amneris....Amneris...Amneris..." She continued to speak my name in a whisper as I assaulted her neck. Taking my time I began to suckle on her neck and used my tongue to trace the contours.

She groaned and grappled at my body. We moved toward the huge, huge bed and fell upon the satin. I was on top of her and we were kissing with a breathless passion.

"Oh Amneris! Oh God! This...I've...God, I've needed you for so long" She whispers while movine beneath me. I continue to assault her mouth. I allowed my hands to rest upon her full and heavy breast for a moment before I let them slide down the length of her body and grab ahold of the bottom of her dress.

I felt a shudder of pure pleasure pulsate in my womanhood when my hand made contact with the warm and supple flesh of her thighs. She emitted a small scream of pleasure. A renewed gush of my juices began pulsating and I was in danger of leaking on my self. I shuddered and so did she.

We began to lick and kiss and suck on each others mouth and necks and soon our clothes were lying upon the floor. I stood up in all of my glory, my burnt-sienna skin glistening with an unearthly glow and my body wracked with shudders of sweet pain.

Varsuviya laid upon the bed, eyes drenched in pure lust and pleasure as she stared up at me. I unconciously blew a stream of cold air into the silence and air and she shuddered smoothly. I knelt in front of her and parted her creamy thighs.

I had wasted time the last time. There would be none of that tonite. She stiffled a squeal of pleasure and here thighs tensed. I parted them and started to french kiss them; each of her inner thighs tasting like pure vanilla.

"Oh My God! AMNERIS! I'm so ready!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Varsuviya screamed, her body convulsing wildly when I ran my tongue closer to her pulsating and steamy womanhood in a circle eight.

She sat up quickly locking my head between her thighs, my lips only inches away from hers. Her sent of crushed vanilla made my juices flow wildly and I began to feel my sweet honey dribbling down my legs. I couldn't contain the flow. Her scent and the heat from her core was pulsating and heady. I was mesmirized and I slowly extended my tongue.

Time seemed to stop and soon I my tongue was penetrating her warmth. I slipped my tongue into her scalding heat and I was greeted by a burst of vanilla-sweet flavor as she instantly came into my mouth.

"OH..OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.... AMNERISSSSSSSSSSSS!" She screamed, her body arching completely off the bed and twisting so demonically like even though it was extremely attractive.

I opened my mouth wide and recieved every drop of her sweet ambrosia feeling her thighs tighten tighter around my head. She screamed and it seemed as though she couldn't stop coming. She rode wave after wave of sweet orgasm and soon lay upon the bed sweat-drenched, body spasming briefly and out of breath. Her thighs fell limply from around my head and I stood looking down upon her.

My entire mouth glistened with her juices and she stared at me heavy lidded, her eyes still darkened with lust and want. I tasted her juices on my lips and was reminded of my own honey dripping between my thighs. In a fit of uncontained pleasure I inserted two fingers into my passion and was rewarded by their sinking into so much wetness.

"Uhhhhnnnnnnnnnnn BY THE GOD'S" I shrieked in ecstasy. My fingers were drenched with my juices and I placed both of them in my mouth sucking them dry of the sweetness. Varsuviya's eyes widened in disbelief and she shuddered again. My eyes were extremely darkened with lust, and the need to be satisfied.

I spoke, my voice a hoarse whisper. "Now my darling it is time for round 2!"

My love?

Author: Cassandra Belmont

Date: 06-18-04 13:39

Cassandra couldn't believe this, though she didn't let it show. How could Varsuviya even CONSIDER doing this to her yet again, after all they had been through together? Cassandra had always believed that she had been her one true love, yet here she was, dashing away with the Princess without uttering a word to her.

Yet she remembered about the lovely Bianca who had been extremely kind to her, even when Varsuviya had left. Cassandra simply smiled at her. She was quite beautiful herself..... but no, Cassandra thought, I will not become Countess Varsuviya. No. Bianca would simply remain a good friend.

Eventually Bianca broke the silence that had come between them.

"Come, my dear, I'll introduce you to my beloved Davis, and to the Mistress of our Manor. Davis, Belladonna, this is Cassandra. She arrived here with the Countess Varsuviya Ignatious."

Cassandra beheld these two vampires as they both greeted her in their own way. "Pleasure to meet you, Cassandra." Davis said. Belladonna smiled quite pleasantly at Cassandra.

Davis was apparently Bianca's lover, and Cassandra thought they looked quite wonderful by each others side. Mistress Belladonna was a stunning beauty, and Cassandra was quite shocked that she looked the way she did. Cassandra would have only assumed that she would have appeared a little older.

However, their company was not to be kept for much longer. Cassandra wished they could have stayed to talk a little longer, yet she knew from experience that when you were in love.. well.. there were other things you had to do.

"I'm sorry to cut this short, my dear, but Davis and I were just departing from here. It was a pleasure meeting you." Bianca kissed her cheek, then looked to Belladonna. "And my offer still stands to you, Mistress."

Cassandra was unsure what she meant when talking to Belladonna but she did not think about it. Right now there were other things on her mind..

Cassandra decided that she might as well go and find herself a room, after all, she had nothing better to do and all her companions had now left. Cassandra picked up her small bag containing her belongings and made her way out of the parlor, still thinking about her beloved Varsuviya all the while. She still couldn't believe this was happening to her again. Hadn't Varsuviya been the one to leave Victoria for her? It made Cassandra hope that she didn't suddenly decide she preferred the lovely princess to her. She thought they would be together forever, by each others side, loyal to one another, after all, that was usually what happened when it came to love....

Cassandra was both angry and tearful at that moment and decided that the nearest room would do. She just needed to be alone at that moment, away from everyone.

Cassandra had to contain herself as her anger wanted her to almost kick down the door. Yet she kept her cool and gently twisted the knob.

Yes, this will do she told herself as she threw her bag onto the bed and herself into an armchair.

She couldn't believe this. How could Varsuviya be doing this to her, and SO SOON? For gods sake, she had only just remembered about Cassandra. How is it that she still remembered Hathora without any trouble?

Cassandra felt a single tear gently run down her cheek. Great, now my makeup's running she told herself.

Cassandra quickly decided to get up, lock the door, and try to get some sleep. She gently removed her shirt and pants and flung herself into the bed.

It didn't seem like she would have to worry about company again tonight.

Making her Mine....

Author: Countess Varsuviya Ignatious

Date: 06-18-04 13:56

I lay there, gasping for breath, my hands aimlessely reaching out for the satin bedcovers, the very juices of inexplicable arousal dripping between my still spread thighs. I found myself crying with my feral lust for the beautiful, sienna brown beauty that stood before me..naked as the day she was born. I briefly closed my eyes, and sucked in a breath, only to reopen my eyes to the heavenly sight of HaThora's fingers thrusting into her own drenched sheath of desire, uttering the most sensual cries and groans of pleasure that had ever graced my eardrums. Her face and frame tensed and then relaxed only after a few moments, and soon she was laying beside me, caressing my body...that shuddered from time to time.

"Now darling, it is time for round 2...."

I looked over at her, looking so regal and deliciously nude. Behind her, I could see the setting sun through the curtained window dipping behind the horizon.

The spinning feeling in my head took me higher..ever higher. I felt like I was on ecstasy...and if i died at that precise moment from too much of it then I could at least perish happily. I would be content going to my grave knowing that this glorious royal woman had made wild love to me.

But we were not about to end it. I knew her mind and she knew mine; with that amazing telepathic ability of hers.

"Hathora...."

"Ssh..darling...I told you Iam no longer Hathora. But never mind that now."

With that she parted her thighs and allowed me to climb on top of her..so that her knees straddled me. I was a ravenous wolf and she was my willing prey. With almost inhumane desire I locked down the Countesses arms and french kissed her...thrusting my tongue into her sweet mouth and tasting myself in her oral cavity. Releasing her arms so that she could be free to hold me close..I ran my heated lips over her body and hungrily took one aroused nipple and sucked it hard in my mouth, massaging the other massive mound with my hand just as I'd done downstairs.

I felt her moan and press my head down against her heaving tits....squealing and shrieking as I dug my nails into her tanned thighs. I was starving for her......so i moved downwards and licked the inside of her thighs..slowly at first..then faster....tasting the flesh that was oh so close to the lips of her chamber.

"Varsuviya!" She pleaded with me, her already deep voice thickly accented. "Please...I....I....."

Her voice was cracking, but she needn't of finished her sentence. I intended to fuck her senseless..and so I proceeeded.

Holding her thighs open I thrusted my tongue between her lips and heard her cry out sharply...bucking her hips against my mouth slowly then with furious intensity. I licked her essence juices off of her quivering lower lips and heard her cry out my name continously as I sucked and lavished her nub; the very center of every woman's pleasure. I heard her take in a violent breath of air; she was clearly trying to keep from cutting the moment short by coming too quickly, but it must have been a challenge for her.

Then, I drew my lips away..and made way for my fingers...thrusting the tips directly against her nub and feeling her writhe and quiver with desire.

"Yes! Oh Gods yes! Varsuviya...I thinK I'm going to...."

"Ah my love, but not yet." And then I dropped again between her thighs...simultaneously using my tongue and fingers to ravish her.

The Countess..now Princess exploded her sweet, passion fruit flavored juices so that half of my face was covered. And yet, I kept thrusting my fingers into her...even as she screamed for release....crying out her pinnacle as I massaged her right breast with my free hand....sucking her throat powerfully.

"Var...Varsuviya! Please! Oh Gods this is too wonderful!"

With that I finally ceased thrusting my fingers inside of her....to begin a slow set of strokes against her quivering nub of pleasure. I held her beneath me and humped her...pressing my still aroused breasts against her own and caressing her sides.

I rolled off of her then...and somehow I was not...even now...exhausted! Instead, i slipped two fingers inside of my steamingly moist heat and fingered myself...trusting that the beautiful Princess would follow my lead.

"I love you Hathora!" I screwed up her name again, but what did that matter? "Oh please...Oh God! I love you! I love you! I LOVE YOU"!

Love the One You're With

Author: Damiana

Date: 06-18-04 14:27

Ah, so that was what it was. Really, she shouldn't have been so surprised by it, but never having experienced a deep emotional tie to a lover (all of her affairs had been brief and fairly shallow,) Damiana had no clue as to what the other Vampiress was feeling, or what to say, or whether or not to say anything at all. And spending so much of her time of late in the presence of the political glitterati hadn't helped her any, among them, the majority of liasons were more a matter of convenience and political or monetary gain than they were affairs of the heart. Even in her own personal history, marriage was less a matter of love and more a matter of money; her parents had gotten married to make the merger of thier parents' businesses that much simpler. Perhaps her view of human relations was a bit jaded because of that, but it was all she had to go on. She didn't believe in romance, and she didn't understand the emotions that Narcissa was feeling, or why they were causing her to pine for Guillaume. She decided to change the subject.

"You and Belladonna knew each other briefly before, I understand. What was she like?"

"I'm a little tired, Dami. Damiana."

"Dami is still perfectly all right. Are you trying to tell me that you want to be left alone?"

"I'm just going to go to my rooms."

"No doubt to take one of those scalding hot baths of yours!" Damiana smiled. "If you need someone to talk to, just think of me...I'll hear you." She patted the other Vampiress on the thigh, and watched as she rose and left the room. Damiana sighed, and turned her attention back to the rest of the room and what was going on there.

She had been aware, of course, that others had come and gone from the room during her conversation with Narcissa. A couple of the voices had been familiar, one of them had been new, or perhaps just one that she wasn't quite able to remember, but now that she looked around, she saw that only she, Rob and Belladonna were left in the room. Had the company truly broken up so quickly? Thier first night back in Sanctuary, and no one was interested in being social? She could understand why Narcissa had left, particularly with Davis and Bianca in the room, inadvertently reminding her of her missing sire, but why had the rest gone?

She sighed, feeling that the parlor was much too quiet, and was suddenly and jarringly reminded of another absence, Ian. Where was the Bard? Would he find his way back to them? She glanced at Rob, who was still in the same chair, eyes slitted nearly closed, and looking thoughtful. She knew better than to interrupt him when he was thinking up some diversion for the two of them, the results were always much better when she let him take care of whatever it was in his own time and way.

She wandered back over to Belladonna, who was looking a little bereft. "It must be nice to feel able to come and go so freely, eh? Although, I've never felt it was that simple a thing, to leave after having involved myself with company."

"Narcissa?" she asked.

"She has retired for the evening. She misses Guillaume very much, it would seem. I think that you understand what she is feeling rather better than I will ever be able to." Damiana reached out and let her fingers trail along the exposed flesh on the Vampiress' side in a feather-light caress. "I'm afraid that I've never been able to get too seriously attached, most likely due to some of my earliest experiences of 'love' and 'marriage' being nothing more than euphemisms for 'convenience'. But if it's...companionship...that you need, however temporary..." She let the sentence trail off, let Belladonna complete it in whatever way she prefered. If she wanted a confidant, Damiana would be perfectly happy to play the part; if she wanted more than mere friendship, Dami had no problem with that either.

Whichever the new Mistress of Crimson Kiss Manor chose, this stay was bound to be interesting.

Taking Decisions

Author: Vampiress Belladonna

Date: 06-19-04 08:46

Now, within just a few short hours of her first guests' arrivals, Belladonna was already coming to fully appreciate the strains and frustrations that had driven Dahlia, the true Mistress of this Sanctuary, into extended sabbatical. Although presently invigorated by the completion of the manor, Belladonna still suffered the emotional exhaustion and loneliness that finishing the project, in the prolonged absence of her Siress, had caused her. Bianca's invitation that Belladonna take a break and unwind with Bianca and Davis in the privacy of their suite was exactly what Belladonna had needed to hear.

But new guests kept arriving, and Belladonna could only assume that her duties would require her to forego an opportunity to better acquaint herself with Bianca and Davis. Her disappointment in this regard was made all the more acute by the delightful way Bianca took it upon herself to introduce these residents of the old mansion to Belladonna, whom Bianca correctly identified (for the time being at least, in Dahlia's absence) as Mistress of its replacement. Soon, however, Bianca was excusing herself and Davis for the evening.

"And my offer still stands to you, Mistress." Bianca concluded before leading Davis out the door. Belladonna shivered pleasantly from the thrill that went up her spine every time the beautiful vampiress addressed her as "Mistress." She wondered if Davis had picked up the habit as well. Belladonna involuntarily closed her eyes, momentarily overwhelmed by an image of the handsome vampire accepting her as his Mistress, and sharing Bianca with her upon those terms...

She opened her eyes, and stared out the door after Bianca and Davis.

Most of the other guests had already left as well, some staying barely long enough to exchange introductions or greetings. It occurred to her that this made perfect sense. For almost three years the Kindred inhabiting this Continent had wandered without Sanctuary. Those returning here this night, at the very first opportunity, would be those most critically in need of the comfort and security the manor offered. They would not be interested in casual chatter. They would instead retire to the tranquil privacy of their rooms, in pairs or groups for undisturbed intimacy, or alone for long needed rest. Belladonna desperately wanted both, but could she properly leave the few guests remaining in the parlor unattended? She sighed; it was no wonder Dahlia grew tired of this role.

"It must be nice to feel able to come and go so freely, eh?" Damiana's voice came from behind as if the woman had read her thoughts. "Although, I've never felt it was that simple a thing, to leave after having involved myself with company."

Belladonna turned around to discover that only she, Damiana and Rob remained. Belladonna raised an eyebrow. "Narcissa?"

"She has retired for the evening. She misses Guillaume very much, it would seem. I think that you understand what she is feeling rather better than I will ever be able to." Damiana reached out and let her fingers trail in a feather-light caress along the soft skin exposed by the open sides of Belladonna's gown. Again Belladonna shivered as her nipples started to ache and that maddening feeling of emptiness grew between her thighs, making it an effort to focus upon Damiana's words. "I'm afraid that I've never been able to get too seriously attached, most likely due to some of my earliest experiences of 'love' and 'marriage' being nothing more than euphemisms for 'convenience.' But if it's...companionship... that you need, however temporary...."

Long afterwards, Belladonna would realize that she had probably misinterpreted Damiana's motivation. But the words she used, and the circumstances, convinced Belladonna at that moment that Damiana's offer -- in the context of "convenience," and in terms of "temporary companionship" -- was an act of mere mercy, in contrast to the honest interest she had recognized in Bianca's prior invitation.

"That's very sweet of you," Belladonna smiled sadly, truly touched by Damiana's misunderstood kindness. "But while I know it's still rather early, it's been a long evening for me already, so I believe I'll retire. Briant can see to any late arriving guests. Naturally, you and Rob are welcome to remain here in the parlor or use any of the other facilities of the manor. It's still many hours until dawn."

She leaned forward and softly kissed Damiana's cheek. "Goodnight, my dear. I look forward to many evenings together by this fire, or perhaps out on the hunt. And goodnight to you, Sir," she concluded, with the slightest bow to Rob.

Once out of the parlor, Belladonna hurried up the broad mabel staircase to the main residential level. She slowed to a regal pace once Bianca and Davis came into view. They seemed to be uncertain as to which suite was theirs. Although based on the design of the last Sanctuary, this mansion was larger, and the wings had more bends in them to conform to the rugged topography. No doubt that had them slightly disoriented.

"Please," Belladonna suggested lowly as she stepped up to them. "Follow me. I would be more than happy to show you your room."

We Slept...

Author: Princess Amneris HathorRa

Date: 06-19-04 15:02

And slept we did...

A deep, profound sleep...the type of sleep that comes to a satisfied and satiated soul-two satiated souls to be precise.

Varsuviya and I lay upon the sheets of dark maroon satin feeling complete and calm. Varsuviya had fallen asleep almost immediately after both of us reached our tenth orgasm that night.

We could have gone on throughout the night, but sleep continued to knock on my door and from what I had been told, Yvain would be arriving later on tommorow afternoon.

Varsuviya had drifted into a deep slumber but sleep eluded me for some reason. My mind was in a whirl over the quicksilver events that passed this day. What stuck out most in my mind was when in the midst of cumming for the tenth time, Varsuviya had screamed out, 'I love you!''

I looked down at her sleeping form and millions of thoughts past through my mind. It nearly been about a year and a half since the Prince's death and I was still in my grieving process, but the question was, "Am I ready for Love?" "Am I ready to love another?"

I couldn't really answer that...or I just didn't have an answer. My mind was in a whilwind of thoughts, impressions and images; but my body refused to go any further. Sleep began pressing in and I slowly gave into it.

I would have to deal with these problem tomorrow. I yawned and greatfully buried my face into the massive silk pillow beneath me. Sleep washed over me and I greatfully surrendered to a dreamless sleep.

Dreaming Only of Her

Author: Countess Varsuviya Ignatious

Date: 06-19-04 21:01

She thought I'd been sleeping; yet I had seen it all. I relished in how she looked at me before thoughtfully slipping into slumber.

The room was dark, and yet my eyes were riveted on her. I watched her sweet face as she slept beside me, her arms wrapped around the large pillows of lace and velvet, her lips parted slightly as she slipped into her own universe of dreams. I inched closer to her, slowly filling the bit of bed between us, and grasped a bit of the satin sheets in my fist. I could detect the evidence of our passion; my sense of smell so acute that I could actually differentiate between her honey and my passion fruit ambrosia. I sighed deeply and felt myself shudder with delight. I thought instantly of an American song that I'd heard playing on a radio station; the lyrics resounding in my head as I longingly stared at Amneris' slumbering face.

Can this be true?

Tell me can this be real?

How can I put into words what I feel?

My life was complete

I thought I was whole

Why do I feel like Im losing control?

I edged closer to her and slid my arm across her shoulder....pressing my mouth against her cheek so gently that she didnt' even stir. My heart soared at witnessing this beautiful image of her...so tranquil, and yet so passionate even within a deep sleep.

Never thought that love could feel like this

And you changed my world with just one kiss

How can it be that right here with me

There's an angel; its a miracle

My voice dropped in a low nearly inaudible voice, I softly sang the chorus to her.

"Your love is like a river, peaceful and deep. Your soul is like a secret that I never could keep. When i look into your eyes I know that it's true. God must have spent a little more time on you..."

And he had; well, at least I thought. However cursed her history, Amneris was absolutely perfect and all that I could yearn for. I loved her and had said it aloud, but she never gave a reply, much to my own disappointment. For now, I could only pray that somewhere inside of her, she felt the same way.

And yet, I had not closed my eyes for five minutes before I heard a distant sound coming from the hallway...the subtle echo of a girl's weeping.

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