Welcome Sanctuary

Author: Samantha Bouvier

Date: 07-08-04 17:01

Everything about the Manor, this place called Kiss, was just as Sutter had described it to her. Lush grounds and a sprawling estate far from the chaos of mortal life, trees taller than she had seen in a long time, and the spirit of welcome, and sanctuary filled the night air. Something stirred within her, and her skin rippled with icy pleasure when the faint cry of a distant lone wolf danced over her flesh.

She glanced at Sutter, but he did not feel it. The feeling had been hers, alone. She almost felt guilty keeping it from him. But she kept silent and moved down the tree lined path beside him.

Samantha and Sutter, accompanied by Narcissa, strolled along a lonely trail, and she felt as if they had walked this ground, these deep woods a thousand times before, the full moon lighting their way. Samantha drew in the chilling ambiance of the forest as they approached a small, moving stream.

"So where did you guys come from? Seems like everyone here has traveled for so long to find the Kiss." Narcissa asked from where she stood near the water's edge.

Samantha held the flame-haired Vampiress' gaze a long, daring moment, deciding in her mind should she offer to answer, and wondering also in her mind, just how she would answer such a simple, straight-forward question. For in Samantha's mind, the answer was not so simple, and anything but straight-forward. No, Samantha Bouvier did not come from a place, so much as from an existence. A dreary moment in the blink of time that seemed to go on and on, lasting forever, until she met Sutter. Before she had become his.

So how to answer?

But it was not her place to answer.

Sutter began speaking beside her in soft, hypnotic tones that evoked a veiled mystery about him, but was laced with absolute charm; a bit of truth here, an eloquent fabrication there. He was a master of verbal seduction she smiled, watching his handsome profile as he spoke. His complete attention was given to Narcissa, as it should be given, enlightening the enticing beauty of how we came to be at the Manor.

Samantha's thoughts drifted to the pretty little Asian girl they had brought with them, wondering at Sutter's keen interest in the girl. She was not the first he had taken since bringing Samantha over, and she knew the girl would not be the last. But he had pampered and fondled over the girl so, it made Samantha wonder at his ultimate purpose with this one. If the girl had not been a child, Samantha might give in to her jealous nature and challenge the Asian beauty for Sutter's affections, though in truth, he had never touched her; neither within or without!

As if reading her thoughts, Sutter shifted his dark gaze casually to meet Samantha's green stare, only for the briefest moment, but it was enough. Samantha let her curious, jealous thoughts fall to the side, and smiled, snaking her arm inside the crook of his elbow as he continued to speak to the beautiful Vampiress.

Sutter Kane did love his dark little secrets, as well as his erotic surprises. Samantha smiled and held her breath, reveling in the idea that she knew she would find out soon enough.

But till then, she would present herself as Sutter would expect her to and Samantha continued to enjoy the delightful company Narcissa provided them. Like a wanton lover's touch, caressing her soul with dark desires�that shadowed sense of welcome and sanctuary washed over her, and Samantha eased closer to Sutter's side.

At The Lake

Author: Sutter Kane

Date: 07-08-04 23:16

"So where did you guys come from? Seems like everyone here has traveled for so long to find the Kiss."

Her silhouette stood perfectly framed as it stood against the silver nimbus of the moon, reflected in the rippling lake as its surface was alive and dancing in a rhythm all its own. And as the shadows fell across her and hid her face, the shine in her eyes was unmistakable and made the beautiful vampiress that stood before in him all the more beautiful still as she stood there in her bodysuit and comfortable jeans that hugged every curve of her body in a sensuous fashion that was designed for the sole purpose of attracting the eye.

"From where did we come from? An excellent question and one I will be only to happy to answer." He said as he smiled warmly to Narcissa, enjoying the silhouette against the nimbus once more.

"Our story starts out across the sea at the French Rivera," Sutter smile knowingly as he remembered so many nights there, "that is where I first saw Samantha as she feigned confidence." He smiled at his love as she stood close to him knowing that no matter what he said, she would know it was meant as being honest and not as a judgment. In their short time together, they were entirely too honest with each other to allow such a petty little nonsense to come between them.

And he continued to tell Narcissa of where they had come from, where they had been, of their "adventures" together in the wilds of the world. And through it all, it was always Sutter and Samantha together, side-by-side in their dark embrace of the night; the full moon their only light in an otherwise dark dance of desire.

"And then we did a brief stint in Egypt for a week," He said in his usual manner, "but I really could not stand it there to be honest, its very dirty in the city, as are all the meals. Unless you hunt in the political section of the city, but even then we had to be on our toes. Politicians, even low ranking assistants who suddenly come up missing have a way of bringing unwanted attention."

Narcissa was indeed beautiful, her long hair cascading down about her shoulders in a playful dance as the wind moved it about gently. Her creamy skin was so soft against the still of the night as it was flawless in it expanses.

Sutter continued talking to Narcissa in his normal and very relaxed genteel manner of speaking that was heavily in southern charm and sophistication. And at every turn he had a smile on his lips as he spoke to her, never taking his eyes away from hers. Sutter liked it when he met a woman's eyes, feeling that connection of the soul when they wanted to look away and he would not let them. It was at a time like that, that Sutter would offer some trifle of a complement and watch as they just melted in front of him. And as they did, he would back it up with yet another and another until they were just putty in his hands.

And that's the way it usually went, sweet words worked best with sweet gestures and even sweeter compliments.

Yet even if he did start to lay on the charm at some point, he decided it was best not to just yet as he did not want to make her uncomfortable. Sensing that she was a bit agitated, Sutter turned to the "her" and with a brief look that communicated volumes, Samantha relaxed. He would speak to her tonight about her little paroxysm.

Turning his attention once more to Narcissa, Samantha came and stood next to him and snaked her arm into the crook of his elbow� 'Ah,' he thought briefly, 'that's more like it.' And as Samantha continued to lean into him, Sutter continued to speak to Narcissa in his sweet, boyish southern charm and at the end he gave her his very best winning smile.

Narcissa smiled back at Sutter and then she smiled at Samantha, their eyes locked on each other for only the briefest moment. Samantha then smiled all the more knowing just how good Sutter really was.

But in the end, at the end of the day when *gods flashlight was safely put away, Sutter only had eyes for his Samantha. In all the years since he had first been turned, she was the first he had ever wanted to bring across and embrace in the unrelenting darkness that was a kindred's life in an everlasting night of shadows and fitful dreams. And just as the redwoods reached up into the night sky to clutch at the passing clouds, Sutter had reached up and taking hold of Samantha's soul and would not let go. But then he did not have to hang on tightly as she was the one who had offered to him freely.

Consuming Darkness

Author: Hampton Culver

Date: 07-09-04 08:08

Hampton struggled. He wished that he had spent more time in the gym and less in the nightclubs of Eugene, Oregon picking up bar tabs and chicks. If he had really wanted to swallow some dude's cum Hampton was sure there were certain bars, or bathrooms he could have gone too.

He pushed back on this butch chick's hand pressing him down between Amber's thighs toward that seeping mess. He was getting more pissed than afraid. If this bitch wanted that cleaned up she could do it herself.

"Fuck off bit--" was all he got out before she ground his face down into the dripping goo.

He never knew it tasted so, so, horrible. Hampton knew he had been doing all his previous girlfriends a favour by require that they brush their teeth before kissing him. That way it was out of their mouth too. Maybe though, women were hardwired to enjoy this stuff. It wouldn't surprise him.

His nose even had the gunk in it, and he tried to clear it out by blowing out through his nose. Hampton involuntarily gagged. The filth was getting in his mouth no matter how hard he tried to keep his lips sealed. He made a mental note that he would find out who this set of misandrists were before he came back and buried them.

It seemed the more he resisted the more that whore was pushing him into Amber's pelvis. It had gotten to where it was hard to breath. Hampton couldn't get his breath; it was like drowning in a pool. He gasped trying to suck in oxygen but all that rushed into his mouth was more of the slop that he was trying to get away from.

Hampton knew he was going to die now. That this femina-nazis was going to suffocate him he was sure of. Screw it, if he was going to die, that better a broken neck than this shit. He began to scratch at the arms holding him down, flailing his fist trying to get her to losing his gripe so that he might be able to get away. His lungs struggled to provide the air needed to his brain.

Hampton felt dizzy. His arms fell to his side as his body when limp. His mind faded from fright to �. nothingness.

You have taught me well

Author: Cassandra Belmont

Date: 07-09-04 12:06

Cassandra's breaths came in rapid gasps as she lay in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her darling Varsuviya lay between her spread thighs, and she felt one last gentle kiss between them before her lover sat up over her shaking figure.

All Cassandra could do was smile at her tenderly. She was still full of emotion from the events that had occured previously between the Countess and the "beautiful, exotic" Amneris. Yet there was something inside of her that made her, almost forced her, to forgive her beloved and take her back with open, loving arms. Of course she was angry, yes, but she LOVED Varsuviya. She really did. Ever since the first time she had seen her, and she wasn't about to give that up because of one tiny mistake that she was sure more people than Varsuviya made in their lifetime. Cassandra had always believed that when you found your true love, you should keep them for the rest of your days. She certainly intended to do that, for the beautiful Countess Ignatious was hers... and hers alone.

But for now, she would not think of Amneris, or any other members of the Kiss. For now, this was all about her and her lover sharing their love for one another. Varsuviya had already shown Cassandra many new things.. and now, Cassandra would return the favour and do the same for her beloved.

"Varsuviya... my dearest" Cassandra whispered into her earlobe, planting a tender, sweet kiss upon it.

"My love... you have taught me well" Cassandra began, her voice still a low whisper. "And now I feel it is time for me to do the same.. come, Varsuviya, and I shall show you everything you need to know about... our... love.."

Her voice broke down on these last few words as her perfectly manicured nails ran themselves up and down the sweet honey colored blanket covering her beloved that was her perfect skin. Varsuviya sighed and let out a small giggle as she flung her head back, taking her body with her, and lay herself down in the ocean of sheets placed atop their "lovemaking palace."

Cassandra flung one smooth leg over Varsuviya's sides and began to show her just how much she loved her. Just how much she had missed during her passionate moments with Amneris. She began to plant her sweet kisses all over Varsuviya's enticing nude figure. Each kiss felt like 10,000 fireworks were exploding inside Cassandra's mouth. It was true... her darling love hadn't lost it. Every time Cassandra simply gazed upon her, she felt a sudden urge that told her that she must please her. Since Varsuviya had done the same for her just moments before, Cassandra knew she would have to do the same.

After Cassandra's soft lips had done their work, it was time to move on. Cassandra couldn't help but stare at her lovers perfect mounds of flesh upon her chest, and those wonderful rosebuds atop each one. She carefully placed two fingers around one and began to caress it, her lover beginning to moan and sigh with pleasure. She then allowed her soft pink tongue to suckle on it as her dear Countess simply swayed her figure, allowing Cassandra to work her magic that she knew she would enjoy.

Whilst she continued to let her tongue caress Varsuviya's pounding breast, her tiny, thin fingers managed to find her womanhood. Her lover was moaning, as if one more touch would make her explode! Yet Cassandra knew that she wanted to do this.. she wanted to take her lover to new heights, as she had done to her so many times before. She knew it was only right to return her favour.

When her tongue had finally finished its work on Varsuviya's nipples, her whole figure moved itself down to Varsuviya's lower half. Now was the time that she would make her love her all over again... now she would make her feel love towards her again.

Cassandra's fingers found Varsuviya's "lips" and she plunged them deep into her insides. Her lover let out a small scream but Cassandra kept going.. she had to please her...

Cassandra's tongue was on the prowl again and this time it settled on Varsuviya's womanhood. She started out tenderly, and then moved faster, and faster....

"Cassandra!" her lover screamed with such enthusiasm she was afraid she might die! Sure enough, Varsuviya exploded, her sweet extract all over Cassandra's lips and hands. Her tongue explored her womanhood for one final time, cleaning her lover up and taking pleasure all at once.

Then Cassandra sat herself back up and flung herself onto the pillow beside her lover. They both lay there, panting like dogs, both exhausted, yet both satisfied.

Cassandra smiled, and she knew her work was done. Yet her thoughts kept trailing back to Amneris.. what her lover had told her before..

"Although I cannot say that I will cease to see Amneris again. I will not spoil this moment we have here now to tell you of the divine secrets I discovered of her body just moments ago. But she is a diamond in the rough I can assure you. Perhaps She shall let you learn of those secrets as well someday. But for now, it is us. Only us."

Cassandra hoped that she had shown her lover just how much she cared for her, and hoped that she may have forgotten about the Princess for just a moment as she lay there, still gasping for breath.

Only two words echoed in Cassandra's mind.... Only us... only us... only us...

It will be only us, Cassandra told herself. It will be only us. I will see Amneris myself oneday, but not to discover her "secrets." I shall talk to her... tell her who I am...

and she will NOT forget my name, Cassandra thought as she leaned over to kiss her lover once more.

Curious Intent

Author: Davis Santiago

Date: 07-10-04 11:24

Both women were snuggling against each other, pleased with one anothers actions, pleasures, and seemingly enamoured with one another at this very moment as the talk of the hunt came about. It was true, it had been some time since he and Bianca had fed, but over the years he had taught himself how to survive, nearly to starvation, as he roamed the solitary planet in search of something more. Something he found in Bianca.

'Let's get dressed and check the parlor. If everything's quiet, then there is nothing I'd love more than to spend some time getting to know you better.'...Belladonna's words were clearly motivated towards Bianca, but for what reason, he wasn't terribly sure. Was Belladonna that lonely that she would require the single attentions of Bianca alone? If that were the case, she would not succeed. He rose from the bed and looked between both women, throwing back the sheets, perhaps a bit too strong as he sent the message to Bianca. He would share her in their own bed, but beyond that, any actions not to his knowledge were questionable, although pleasing to think of.

He moved towards the closet and pulled out a pair of black pants, and standard black button up shirt for himself, leaning against the bedpost as he looked towards both women, but mostly to Bianca.

"Do as you wish this night for the hunt and perhaps I'll trail behind."

He knew damn well, with the many vampiresses that were in the manor, Bianca would hardly want him to stay behind with the scent of rousing sex still on his very being as it was sure to attract questions from the other women of the home. He merely stood at the end of the bed, waiting for his invitation to join, if not from the Mistress, then from his very lover.

Enchanting coupling

Author: Vampiress Narcissa

Date: 07-10-04 16:08

They seemed perfect for each other, this Samantha and Sutter. The French Riveria seems like, perhaps, the most romantic place she would know of that existed on this tiny planet. Of course, she hadn't much experience traveling, only to a few places in her life. She grew up and lived in a large city, yet so rarely traveled outside of it. Of course, living in near poverty would certainly restrict such activities, but now, with Guillaume and his fortunes, she could travel wherever she so desired. But this was the safest place for her to be without her sire, now that the Manor had moved.

And so she listened to Sutter's story, hearing only a minute fraction of what he had to offer about their lives, embracing Samantha as she curled her arm around his in an affection stance, only sanctifying their love for each other. In a way, she was entranced by him...by the both of them...seeming to be a most regal couple who knew exactly what they wanted in each other and their wanderings about the earth. She looked into his gaze as he continued to speak, herself even a bit mezmirized by his vampiric stare, pulling herself away from it as he concluded his brief history. She stood in silence for a long moment, all three of them quiet once again as a breeze picked up against the leaves the trees around them. And her stomach reminded her about her urging hunger.

"You are both lucky to have found each other, it sounds like you've had many adventures that will leave fond memories..."

She stopped at that, not finishing the sentence as she wasn't sure how to complete it. She almost stated 'fond memories that will last a lifetime,' but that statement in itself seemed ridiculous. Her thoughts were becoming a bit muddled.

"I'm sorry. I think I'm just feeling a bit hungry and tired. I need to get back to the manor and get some rest I think. Feel free to enjoy the landscape around the Manor, and welcome to our home."

It suddenly felt weird welcoming them to the Kiss as if it were her own home. She only felt like the mistress for but a brief time, but not enough to feel like the owner. She smiled softly to them and started back up the trail that led towards the stately house, ready to collapse on the bed of her room. But there was that mortal scent that wafted so strong...

Returning for a Night of Relaxation

Author: Vladira

Date: 07-11-04 17:17

I could see that what I had done had startled Elsa. Even whe she tried the wyne, it was too much for her, at least for now. Things would quite down after we returned to the manor. I wanted to speak with my mother again. Some things had begun to bother me. I had begun to remember much as Vladmir's influence faded from me.

As Elsa drove, I turned on the radio and found a music station that played Big Band music. It relaxed me. I hummed along as Elsa smiled.

"You have a beautiful singing voice, Vladira." She said.

"Thanks. I enjoy singing."

We finally arrived bck at the manor, and parked on the driveway. Elsa and I went back into the house and walked to the parlour where some of the others were. I looked around for Yvain, and wondered where she might be.

Just Desserts

Author: Vampiress Belladonna

Date: 07-12-04 08:10

"Do as you wish this night for the hunt," Davis propounded with a certain restrained peevishness.

"And perhaps I'll trail behind."

As Belladonna pulled on her dress, she wondered if Bianca recognized the implicit challenge he had laid down by his feigned disinterest. She looked at Bianca, still sitting naked in bed.

Bianca's expression betrayed either intimidation or annoyance; Belladonna wasn't sure which. Perhaps it was a combination of both. Belladonna wanted to remind Bianca that Davis was in no position to intimidate either of them. She stepped into her shoes, adding over four inches to her otherwise diminutive stature, and glared at the vampire.

"Oh, don't trouble yourself, Davis," Belladonna purred. "Bianca says she is starving, and I know the area. If you tagged along, you'd just be holding us back."

Belladonna leaned down to gently kiss Bianca's full, tender lips. She hoped the beautiful woman was not so controlled by her man that she would cave into his transparent assertion of dominance.

"Hurry and get dressed, Dear," Belladonna suggested softly. "I'll be waiting for you downstairs in the parlor. We can finish this already splendid evening with an exciting girls' night out!"

Joint Stimulation

Author: Countess Varsuviya Ignatious

Date: 07-12-04 10:11

I relished in the feel of her hot, moist lips that had just run all over my body now pressing so needfully against my mouth. I slipped my tongue between Cassandra's lips and stroked her cheek affectionately.

Ah, she had indeed made sweet love to me. But my ever wary senses allowed me to pick up on her subtle reluctance, her hesitating to give herself to me entirely; body, mind and soul. I supposed that it must have been due to my erotic rendezvous with the Princess Amneris, but what could I do? She was like a drug that had made its way within the most vulnerable parts of me, and I would probably harbor carnal lustings for her as long as I lived. But Amneris, according to the Countess Yvain, was still recovering from her own nightmare in a room not too far from the chamber I shared with Cassandra. Oh how I longed for her. But my face would not, could not betray these adulterous feelings for another woman whilst my other lover was here with me.

I was hot and sweaty, anxious for yet another round. Instead of raging another assault on the already abused body of my lover, I reclined on the mattress, spread my thighs and, upon my discovery of the nub inside of me, stroked myself into sexual bliss, using my other hand to massage my heavy right breast in the process. I purposely kept my eyes peeled to witness Cassandra's face as she watched me as I approached my climax, licking my lips and throwing her playful, sensual grins all the while. I relished in the look in my lover's eyes, her initial reaction to my masterbation, and was especially pleased when she began to indulge in her own self stroking at my side.

She released first..as she was still so inexperienced in the ways of sex....in particular with another woman. My many escapades had taught me to hold my essences well beyond orgasm, so that when I did come, it was a thick gush instead of a few droplets. Lo and Behold, I came plentifully, and took my juice covered finger...running it over Cassandra's trembling lower lip.

"Taste me darling, " I breathed in her ear, "And relish in the essence of a Princess."

She licked my finger willingly, as if my essence was spiced wine or exotic juice.

Then she nestled her head in the flesh of my shoulder, sighing softly.

Oh she was just so sweet, quiet and submissive just like a small child. I ran one hand over her sweaty hair, using the other to massage her breasts one after the other. It was always the most sensual, and delicious part of any woman's body to me...those fleshy mounds topped with two sensitive teets. It dawned on me then that all of the women I had seduced both during and before my stay at Crimson Kiss had been big busted....Christina my dearly deceased servant, then Victoria who I heard had perished in the fire of the old manor, Vladira, Lady Dei, Cassandra and of course....Amneris.

Amneris, my mind went on a rampage for her again. Where are you? I desire you.

"Cassandra are you tired darling? You look quite exhausted after all this."

She looked up at me with a pleased look on her face. I awaited her reply, now using both of my hands to massage her aching breasts.

Meat

Author: Vampiress Laura

Date: 07-12-04 12:57

Laura lies across the hood of the BMW trying to regain her breath while her hips continue thrusting gently against the solid curve of the fender. As always, the initial rush of a victim's hot, pulsing blood down her throat had just brought Laura to an apex of physical ecstacy that had continued as long as her prey's pulse. Now, as Amber's lifeless, naked body slides off the car to crumple upon the dusty gravel, Laura regains control of herself and stands to face Damiana, her hunting companion.

Damiana's face frames the question she is too polite to ask.

"I suppose I should have warned you," Laura notes simply. She is long past being embarrassed by her sensual idiosyncracy. "That always happens when I feed. No one knows why, but my Sire suspects it has something to do with the fact that I was so totally saturated with so many Vampiresses' essence by the time she granted me the gift of immortality. It had me so lusty -- that overwhelming addiction to essence, I mean -- that I just went wild the first time I fed, and now it's a matter of subconscious association."

Laura simply shrugs, remembering back over five years to her very first memories after becoming a Vampiress herself.

The first thing of which Laura becomes aware is the lustful spirit of her own impassioned gasps and moans. Unbeknownst to Laura, her transformation into a Vampiress has already begun, honing all her senses, including touch, to a predator's sharp edge. All Laura knows is that she has never before experienced such profound sexual pleasure.

It evokes fleeting memories of times on her knees, the sting of a paddling hand or whipping belt spreading from her bottom to mingle with the tingling desire between her legs, the two sensations merging to become neither delight nor agony, but a sensation that transcends such definitions to become the overwhelming, soul-crushing ecstacy Laura associates with Mistress Narcissa.

Mistress? Somewhere deep in her mind, she wonders why she calls Narcissa that. Narcissa is no older than Laura herself, and if anything, less educated. Of course, Narcissa had taught Laura many amazing ways to reach new heights of sensual satisfaction.

Yet, the sensations now are every bit as intense, and this time involve no pain, just the unique joy of having a skilled lover -- a strong, solid, man -- driving powerfully between her legs. At that realization, Laura opens her eyes, shocked to discover Elan on his back beneath her as she presses her hips against his. For a moment, Laura stops and raises herself, so that just the tip of him remains inside of her.

She only met this man last night! In fact, she has never really spoken with him. He is Mistress Violet's guest. But intensified human lust and burgeoning vampiric instinct overcome any sense of propriety, and Laura again thrusts herself down upon him, groaning as his full length plunges deeply into her.

Laura's knees slide outward as she slowly sinks forward, pressing her stomach and breasts to his, burying her face where his muscular neck meets his broad shoulders. Laura's hips begin to rock faster on Elan's, as they both near the culmination of their act.

As Laura starts to come, with waves of electric delight coursing out from her very center to spread up her spine and down her arms and legs, she feels herself wanting to scream. To quiet herself, Laura clamps her teeth onto Elan's neck.

A day before, the worst her bite might have done was to leave an embarrassing bruise, the sort of mark she and her sorority sisters back at school call a hickey. But Laura's already mounting preternatural strength drives her teeth into Elan's throat, slicing the man's jugular as his back arches in sexual climax, lifting their hips above the mattress. His blood pulses into Laura's mouth, just as his jism pumps into her womb.

Of course, the blood flow lasts much longer. Even as Elan loses consciousness and becomes soft inside her, Laura's hips continue to rhythmically grind down onto his. Laura's redoubling orgasm -- leaving her unaware of what she is doing to her hapless lover -- continues and intensifies for as long as the blood pulses into her mouth and down her throat. With her face pressed to his neck, Laura does not see the last flicker of life leave Elan's widely staring, unfocused eyes; but at that moment she sits straight up, her back arched and head thrown back, shrieking in exhilaration as her whole body seethes at the pinnacle of physical ecstacy.

Truly sexually sated for the first time since before arriving at this manor, after more than a solid week of unrelenting and increasing libidinous frustration, Laura collapses, rolling away from the unmoving Elan, and hardly noticing as she accidently slips over the side of the mattress. Laura lays naked on the floor next to the bed, cooing and shivering with the waning aftershocks of orgasm, blissfully oblivious to the fact that she has devoured her first human blood, and killed her first man.

After Laura knows not how long, she opens her eyes to find Violet kneeling next to her, wearing an expression of curious concern. Laura smiles up at her reassuringly.

"Oh Mistress! What was that?" Laura purrs enthusiastically. She tastes blood in her mouth, but still cannot comprehend its source. "What happened? It was wonderful!"

Laura can no longer remember how many times she has fed since that first night, but each time, regardless of the prey -- man or woman, old or young -- the filling of her stomach has been accompanied by a pleasing side dish of sexual satisfaction, a truly carnal feast Laura has come to constantly crave. Of course, Laura tries not to lose complete control of herself. Her Sire, the Vampiress Violet LeBlanc, has taught her to always bestow as much pleasure upon her prey as they give to her, in gratitude for taking their blood. Laura usually succeeds. She certainly had with Amber tonight, as evidenced by the sticky mess on her fingers, despite the fact that this time, Laura had hoped to let herself go and allow Amber's boyfriend to pleasure the doomed woman with his mouth while Laura fed.

"What a disappointment he turned out to be," Laura sighs as she kicks lightly at the man laying unconscious at Damiana's feet. Before she died, Amber had called him "Hampton." Damiana had knocked him out while trying to force his face between Amber's legs. Laura regards Damiana with a playful smirk.

"You should be more careful with your food," Laura chuckles. "Now, shall I leave you for a nice quiet meal? Or should we wake him up and tenderize him a bit before you dine?"

Promise me this

Author: Cassandra Belmont

Date: 07-12-04 15:12

"Cassandra are you tired darling? You look quite exhausted after all this."

Cassandra gazed into her lovers eyes with a pleased expression. After all, she was most certainly satisfied after this ordeal. In all honesty, she wanted to feel her lover once more, but instead, she sat up, feeling quite a hunger actually..

Carefully, she lifted her lovers arm off of the bed and ran her lips all over it softly.

"Yes, my darling, I am quite tired. Yet there is one thing that I wish for before I rest.."

With that, she carefully bit, almost nipped it was so gentle, her lovers arm to taste the sweet nectar from her body that tasted like honey upon reaching Cassandra's mouth. She was quickly satisfied, and licked her lips. She grinned at dear Varsuviya, still laying atop their bed, and gently kissed her lips.

Actually, there was something else she'd been wishing to do as well. She'd been trying to find the right time to talk to her about it, but what with all their sexual encounters over the past few hours, it had been completely inappropriate for her to ask.

"My love.." Cassandra began, her voice returning to its low whisper which came around when Cassandra felt true passion for her lover yet didn't carry it out with actions. "My dearest.... I.. I've been meaning to ask you about... about this sickness you have."

Varsuviya gave her a somewhat awkward stare. "Continue" she replied.

"Well, at least you make it sound like a sickness.. it may be something different. However, my love, I am beginning to slowly understand this. Yet you must understand me a little better my darling... it may explain why I've been so..." she paused, almost searching for the right words. "Why I've been so touchy about the subject between you and... her." The last thing Cassandra wanted to do was say Amneris' name, although she didn't spit it out, as much as she wanted to..

"Varsuviya" she began, "Well, I havn't exactly had a perfect life when it comes to love. It all began in my childhood, when my own father was accused of murdering my mother. I guess that didn't really put me on the right path for the future. I didn't even receive love from my siblings after that, as we were all placed in separate homes and eventually stopped seeing each other. I havn't even seen them recently.. in fact, you'd never know I had any if I never told you.

Anyway.. after that, I tried to make up for it by having many different relationships, some naturally worked out better than others. I loved both men and women, all different races, all different ages. I never really received true love from any of them, but I prayed every day that someday I would meet somebody who would love me... somebody who would truly show me what it meant to be loved. I wanted to find true love."

She smiled at her lover gently before she began this next part of her story and gently clasped her hand, wrapping her tender fingers around her lovers hand.

"Then I came here, and for the first time things were great! Heck, I was around people of my own... "type"... and then I met you. That made everything even better. Varsuviya, I fantasized about you every day, even when you were with Victoria. I knew I could never have you, yet I hoped that you at least felt SOMETHING towards me. I couldn't have lived if I'd known that you disliked me in any way.

Then, eventually, we became a couple... oh, Varsuviya, you have no idea how wonderful that was. Everyday I woke up, I knew I was with you and... Oh, my love!" With that last statement, she kissed her passionately and snuggled against her soft breasts. She had never been so much in love.

"So when you spent the night with Amneris, that is why it hurt me so. I was terrified that you would leave me forever, just like when you left dear Victoria for me. I was scared, my love, more than anything. Yet when you told me about this sickness, I began to understand. Heck, there's a sexual beast lurking inside of me too! I just want you to promise me this Varsuviya... when you can contain it, please try to do that. I understand that that is not always possible, but please, when you can.. for me... please my love..."

With that, she gave her another gentle, loving kiss, this one placed carefully atop her right breast, that perfect mound of flesh.

She smiled back at her and took a deep sigh of relief.

"Well, now that I am done, I think I shall finally rest! Varsuviya... if you wish to see Amneris... I heard what happened to her. It's fine with me." She gave her an award winning smile and kissed her once more.

"Good night my love, and I'm sorry for lecturing you. I just.. felt it had to come out."

Varsuviya nodded as Cassandra laid herself back down in the very same sheets that shared so many of their secrets. She fell asleep with a smile on her face. She'd finally told her lover what she'd been dying to tell her, all she could hope was that she understood her the way she hoped she would...

Amneris...I dream of you!

Author: Countess Varsuviya Ignatious

Date: 07-12-04 17:11

I listened to her keenly as she spoke, expressing to me that which she truly felt in her heart. She had been truthful and sensitive, and hadn't held anything back. Although I truly felt sorry for her, how she had been used and abused years ago, I could only focus on what she had been saying for so long before images of the Princess in deep stimulation of herself flashed inside of my head like an adult film. I smiled at Cassandra...which to her, seemed to be a reasurring one, when it had actually been done to make her think I was listening. Oh God, I thought to myself, seeing her snoozing there naked. I reached out to brush her thigh delicately and for a moment, a rush of thought came into my mind......

I feel so terribly Cassandra..but...but Oh Christ..this is how I feel! I love you well enough and I want to be with you always...but..she....Oh, she drives me to points of ecstasy that seemed non existant to me.. showed me things I had never seen before, took me higher and higher...past the heavens.

Just a single stroke of Amneris hand against my flesh, copper like my own, sent waves of fire surging through me. I became filled with a monsterous desire to please her....to taste her...to render her as senseless as she had made me when she had thrusted her own fingers between my thighs.

And yet...this child...this wonderfully perfect and innocent child. My Cassandra. I knew full well that she was not a child, but a young woman like myself..but she was always so petit and followed my every action like an obedient girl. I brought my lips down to kiss the bare flesh of deliciously toned thigh, and even thought I'd heard her giggle as I did so. But when I looked over at her face, her expression was that of a woman already deep in sleep.

She had given me permission to depart..to see my beloved. It was my greatest fear to see Amneris in such a state as she had been just hours before...curling, twisting and crying on the floor like a madwoman. But she made my loins hot, and besides...I wanted to knowhow she was feeling.

I kissed the sleeping Cassandra on her mouth, whispered how much I loved her in her ear and, after finally locating my dress under the bed...made my way out the door and down the hallway, toward the Princess' room. I prayed she would recieve me as she had done before.

Walking & Talking

Author: Sutter Kane

Date: 07-12-04 20:30

"I'm sorry. I think I'm just feeling a bit hungry and tired. I need to get back to the manor and get some rest I think. Feel free to enjoy the landscape around the Manor, and welcome to our home." Narcissa had said

Being a true southern gentlemen of a genteel upbringing, Sutter's respect for the fairer sex overtook him and as Narcissa turned to walk up the trail he said: "Narcissa, please� won't you let us walk you back to the Manor." He said as he smiled to her and stepped forward smoothly with his consort, Samantha on his arm.

Sutter knew Narcissa was more the capable of taking care of herself and so would never be so impolite as to make mention of, or for that matter, to even suggest that she was incapable of taking care of herself. Yet being a Vampire who was originally born in, and consequently had lived his entire life in Savannah, Georgia before being embraced, his sense of southern honor would not allow him to let Narcissa walk alone in the woods without an "escort." Thus, he closed the distance between them and enjoyed the smile she offered him as well as the very kind "Thank you."

The trio slowly made their way back to the Manor and as they did, Sutter engaged Narcissa in light conversation in an attempt to help lift her mood as he had sensed from her a bit of reservation. He did not know from what, and it certainly was not his place to ask as such a move would be ill-mannered at the very least and completely disrespectful of her privacy. And being a southern gentleman, Sutter was all about being a calm, charming, smooth talker with a quietly intense magnetism.

Yet of all of those traits, his forte was the charm to which he had honed to razor sharpness over the past two decades, often seducing Lady's of very high breeding. Sutter was a hunter and very rarely if ever used his abilities when hunting. To Sutter, using his supernatural abilities would be like cheating, and the thrill of the hunt would be anything but thrilling. Thus he loved to set his hunting sights on those who thought they were the hunter; and how he loved to turn the table on those very delicious morsels and watch as they became the prey. Just like Lady Bouvier who was on his arm even now.

He had learned to wield that charm like it was a deadly rapier in the hands of an expert swordsmen; a nick here, a slash there and a good thrust up the middle and they were like putty in his hands. And Sutter was not afraid to lay it on extra thick when he wanted his way, yet he usually did not have to as he traveled the wilds of the European continent where he had first laid eyes on Lady Samantha Bouvier.

A few well-placed words here and a passionate whisper there, a look directly into the eyes of the highborn Lady and as they say, the rest is just history. He smiled down upon his Samantha as she looked up at him.

And so turning his attention back to Narcissa, Sutter did what he did best, he turned on the charm. Although only just a bit to help lighten the mood and bring Narcssa's spirits up from where they were; so he kept talking to her, just getting to know her a little better, yet he was not going to push the issue at all. There would be plenty of time to get to know Narcissa and the others better in the coming days he knew. And so as they began to near the Manor, Sutter made a joke as the three walked in the moonlight together�

"What dose a vampire call a hemophiliac?" He let both Samantha and Narcissa think on that one for a moment before he gave the answer� "An all you can eat buffet."

It was a bad joke and Sutter knew it was in fact a very bad joke; yet he was rewarded for his efforts when Narcissa gave a small laugh and smiled. Sutter then offered Narcissa a kind smile in return as they all came upon the front entrance of the Manor. He hopped that his small, attempt at humor had lifted her spirits, even if it was just a little as he so hated to see a lady, and a Vampiress no less, with a frown on her face.

And as Samantha was wrapped around his arm and her head gently leaning against his shoulder, he squeezed her hand and she squeezed back. And that was all that Sutter ever really wanted in this world was just his Samantha. As far as Sutter was concerned, everyone else simply paled in comparison to Samantha in his eyes as he kissed the top of her head gently once more before the three of them entered the Manor.

Temper Flares

Author: Bianca The Bloody

Date: 07-13-04 14:52

"I'll be waiting for you downstairs in the parlor. We can finish this already splendid evening with an exciting girls' night out!" Belladonna said as she left the room. Did both vampires think Bianca was blind? She saw that they were having their own little silent battle over her. Perhaps it sounds a bit conceited...but Bianca knew it. She just remained in bed and stared at Davis angrily.

When the door fell shut, Bianca sat up. "You know what...I think you and Belladonna can go out for the night. I suddenly am not hungry anymore. I wish to be alone...with out either of you." Davis' expression changed dramatically. He came to sit beside Bianca on the bed.

"Is something wrong, my love?" he asked, taking her hand. She quickly withdrew it from him and slid back against the headboard.

"I don't like being the little rag doll that you and our Mistress obviously think I am. I know you're both silently battling for my affections. I love you, Davis. You are my one and only love. Yes, I feel a deep love for Belladonna as well, but as a Kindred sister and lover...not as my life companion. If neither of you can see that, then I ask you both to leave me...as much as it would hurt me to see you go, my darling." She would not even look at her lover after such a statement.

"You mean this?" he asked quietly.

"With all my being. If you merely see me as a piece of meat, then I want nothing to do with either of you!" Bianca swiftly got out of bed and went to her closet. From inside, she pulled a sleek, black dress. She pulled it quickly over her head, then slipped into her knee-high combat boots. She let her hair fall wildly behind her as she stormed out the bed room door.

She could hear Davis running behind her, but by the time he had caught with her, she had already walked out of the manor, slamming the door behind her. She was not leaving forever...just for a hunt by herself. True, she wasn't familiar with the land or the towns beneath it...but she didn't care. She needed to be alone. Let them follow her...come after her...she didn't care.

"I am not a pawn in their game..." she said as she ran off the property.

The reality of hunger

Author: Vampiress Narcissa

Date: 07-14-04 06:54

Sutter was certainly a gentleman, if anything else, by offering to walk her back to the manor. Samantha was surely a lucky woman to have come across a man like this, as not many were like him. Guillaume was perhaps more than a gentleman, worldly and wise as any sire could be, but he had a terrible cruel streak in him, one that was not hidden from his chylder. He showed it to Colette, just as he showed it to her. Colette, his first chydle suffered her fate by his hands, making sure that her death came not from anyone but him, and she was bound and determined not to become the next Colette. But his wrath of discipline was sharp, like a razors edge slicing across delicate skin, whilst his face eminated the most wicked of chilled smiles. She remembered their last night in the Manor...

It was a heated argument between them both after Union had jumped her in the woods, pressing his hot breath against her skin, forcing her thoughts to wonder what it would be like to have him pressing deeply between her legs, tearing at her flesh while taking her from behind. And when Guillaume detected the scent of the wolfman upon her flesh he went wild with anger. Her protests against his accusatory words were cried out in vain, as her thoughts were just that..thoughts. But the elder kindred would not heed the words of his chylde as she was his alone, not to be pawed by some filthy lupine. And his chylde should only have thoughts of him for preternatural satisfaction. It was the night before they left...the whippings had actually left scars on her buttocks and legs that would not heal for many weeks. But it was his beastly anger that horrified her...her lover turned into a ghoulish demon that would torture her mind and body for hours even after the sun had come up. His fingernails tearing at her flesh as she lay on her stomach tied to the bedposts, her body stretched as far as her limbs could be stretched. His angry words about her thoughts constantly spewing from his lips as he repeatedly reminded her how filthy lupine were, and how filthy she would be if the thoughts continued. The fear of abandonment filled her mind, a seed he had planted should her thoughts continue past this night. For the first time, she was afraid of Guillaume, and for the first time, she knew how serious he would be about disposing of her and moving on to a new chydle. When the whippings were done, he forced himself upon her snarling and growling as he pounded between her legs, asking if this is the way she wanted it from some beast...it made her never think of another, and although she enjoyed her lover taking her in this manner, it scared her and matured her in a way. The next evening, they left for Europe...

She stopped and looked at Sutter and Samantha as they entered the house, leaning against a rafter post and smiling as her spirits with the both of them had been lifted. She leaned against the post, almost as if it were the only thing that would be able to keep her upright and sighed lazily.

"I thank you for taking your time with me tonight Sutter, Samantha. Your stories have been most uplifting. If you like, I can show you to a room myself, as there are plenty of them available, and I have one in mind that the both of you would just love."

She grinned to the both of them, her emerald gaze looking between the both, but mostly staying focused on Sutter as he always kept a stoic smile fixed upon his features. It was no question to either of them that they would like to see a room provided, and after the conversation was exchanged, she moved past the library and towards the stairs. And the scent of the Asian girl hit her...light, sweet, hypnotized. It was a meal that she could barely contain herself from. She gripped the guardrail of the stairs as they moved up, feeling a bit dizzy. She looked over her shoulder at the couple, who seemed to take notice of her state. Perhaps their age showed their knowledge of what she was going through, as it was easy to see that she needed to feed before torpor set in. But she continued her trek towards a room, moving a bit slowly as her feet seemed to be dragging against the carpet. The mix of emotions in the hallway seemed to weight on her shoulders, to top off her own sensations of hunger and lonliness. Bianca's anger, Belle's indifference, Davis's desperation, and the others thoughts on love and lust. It caused her to falter and stumble a bit, reaching for the knob at the large oak double doors that would lead into a magnificent suite she had chosen just for the stately couple.

Little Boy Blue

Author: Damiana

Date: 07-14-04 08:03

Damiana arched one eyebrow at Laura. "Don't feel as if I'm judging you, dear. It had never even occured to me to do so. I was just wondering what you had in mind for your dessert? I'm out here, I feel that it would be such a shame to waste the opportunity to at least have a snack. But if you're stil...hungry," she grinned, "I'm sure I could wait, being no more than simply peckish myself."

"Oh, but you must at least taste him. What else did we come on this hunt for?"

Damiana looked at the unconsious man intently. "Well then, let me show you a little trick I learned when dealing with a drunken little snob in Manhattan. Can you believe the priviliged little shit had the nerve to attack me?" she chuckled low in her throat. "I had a grand time teaching that one his manners."

"The trick?"

"Oh, yes. How to wake up the unconsious...by causing them just the right amount of pain..." She hauled Hampton up onto the hood of the car, and carefully considered what she wished to do, toying briefly with the idea of assaulting his genetals, but no, Laura might want them later, Dami had no idea of what the other woman had in mind. So she ran her hand up his chest, popping buttons one by one as she went. Once his nipples were exposed, she deftly tweaked one, to see what response she'd get. Nothing. Well there were other ways. Uncaring, she took him by the hips and flipped him over so that he was lying face down on the hood of the car. Bracing one of her feet against his behind, her knotted her left fist in his hair, slowly and smoothly pulling backwards, knowing that she had only the few moments that he remained unconsious (and therefore relaxed and flexible,) in which to get him into the position she wanted. As she forced the man's body into an ever deeper backbend, he started to show some signs of returning to conciousness, particularly as the angle of the bend got ever sharper, and his belly began to be drawn tight enough to cause him discomfort and shortness of breath. Finally she came up against the point where the spine would bend no further, she could hear it creaking within him, even through all the other noises the man was making, including a few half-aware whimpers as he began to wake.

Damiana grinned, for the moment forgetting that Laura was even there. She reached up with her right hand, and again flicked his nipple, this time hard enough to draw blood. She could hear his breathing change as he began to wake and she reached down to the man's navel, and raked her nails across him, all the way up to his throat, slicing him open, unable to stop herself. She watched the blood flow, idly licking it off one of her fingertips as she looked to the now wide open eyes. She smiled at him, licked the blood off of another fingertip. "Hello," Damiana said, waggling another of her bloody fingers at him. "Very nice of you to rejoin the party. We'll be hurting and killing you now. Please don't try to scream, nothing will come out, and it'll only hurt you." She dipped her hand back down to the cuts she had made up his chest, this time watching his face as she actively dug for richer blood. He moaned in pain. "On second thought," Damiana bent to whisper into his ear, "Scream all you like."

After Dinner Drink

Author: Vampiress Laura

Date: 07-14-04 12:37

Laura leans against the BMW, slowly, repeatedly licking her lips as Damiana tortures Hampton back to consciousness. Laura has long understood, through personal experience, the frequent correlation between excruciating agony and carnal ecstasy. Although never hesitant to inflict harm in the pursuit of her own varied lusts, Laura is not, strictly speaking, a sadist -- indeed, if anything, she inheres to sadism's polarity -- she finds no direct sexual satisfaction from inflicting pain upon others. None the less, watching Hampton's anguish, his face contorting into expressions indistinguishable from those of passion he wore earlier this evening when making love to the now-dead Amber, rekindles Laura's own sensual fervor.

"Please don't try to scream," Damiana taunts Hampton as she licks his blood from her fingertips. "Nothing will come out, and it'll only hurt you."

He moans in pain as Damiana's fingernails return to the gashes they'd previously sliced in his chest, now cutting even deeper. She moves forward to stare right into his tear-filled eyes.

After a moment, Damiana bends to speak directly into Hampton's ear and smiles wickedly as her nails rip into his living flesh. "On second thought... scream all you like."

Laura notices Damiana's annoyed disappointment when their prey clenches his teeth and emits only a defiant growl as he hatefully returns her glare.

"Oh, for crying out loud!" Laura chuckles menacingly as she steps forward to stand at Hampton's left side. "You want him to scream? Try this."

Laura bares her sharp fangs and sinks them into the side of Hampton's neck, being careful to just nick the jugular, so as to keep him from bleeding to death... too quickly... until after Damiana gets through having her fun with him.

How Interesting

Author: JeanClaude Minot

Date: 07-15-04 05:16

I had finally arrived at Crimson Kiss Manor. I had heard from other kindred that it was back, but, in a different location. I had left my dear New Orleans to come to this secluded place. It appealed to my senses. No interloping mortals to bother me, as it was in Louisiana.

So many centuries have I existed, and so long ago since I had left my native France. I had found my Mistress, the Countess Antoinette Verdoux having been murdered. Her dying breath was for me to find the vampyre responsible. So far, to no avail. I mourn her even still.

As I make my way up the steps to the manor house, I look around and then notice the front doors open. I notice a man standing there, his expression had one of questions.

"May I help you, Sir?" He asked.

I nodded as I set down my luggage. "Ah Oui, Monsieur. I am JeanClaude Minot."

He nodded and noticed that I was kindred. "Welcome then, Monsieur Minot, to Crimson Kiss Manor. I am Briant. I'll take your luggage to a room. Please follow me to the parlour."

I walked in behind him, looking around. Then, he placed my luggage down for a moment and led me into a room. I noticed a some people in the parlour. I could see they were kindred, just as I was.

Briant introduced me to the others. "This is Monsieur JeanClaude Minot." Then he introduced the others to me. I found it interesting that I could find so many lovely vampyress in one room together.

I noticed one vampyress sitting on a lounge seat near the fireplace. She was introduced to me as Countess Vladira Lucarda. Her smile and gaze seemed to lighten the mood. Beside her was a young woman, her hair almost a pure white. I could sense she wasn't fully kindred, but my attention turned back to her Mistress, then around the room to the others.

"Where do you come from, Monsieur?" Countess Vladira asked, seductively, as she slowly ran her fingers along the opening of her blouse, allowing me to see part of her breasts.

I smiled. "I come originally from France, Countessa. But, lately from New Orleans. I have resided there since just before the American Revolution."

Vladira seemed to take an interest in me, but, I would bide my time and get to know the others here better. I wondered how many others would join us here.

Losing to the night

Author: Davis Santiago

Date: 07-15-04 06:02

"Bianca...wait...."

He tried to stop her in the room to calm her down, but it was to no avail.

'I don't like being the little rag doll that you and our Mistress obviously think I am. I know you're both silently battling for my affections. I love you, Davis. You are my one and only love. Yes, I feel a deep love for Belladonna as well, but as a Kindred sister and lover...not as my life companion. If neither of you can see that, then I ask you both to leave me...as much as it would hurt me to see you go, my darling.' And she meant it. He could see that much in her gaze, and he followed after her as she ran down the stairs towards the front door, passing the newest gentleman and Briant as she raced out the door.

He was a bit embarassed chasing after he beloved, but stopped short in the courtyard as she raced off into the night. Was he to follow? Was he to just merely give her space? He was not quite used to such a scenario as he always spent his time alone with his sire and first love, merely touring Europe and Asia. But this was a different time, and a different woman, not to mention a completely different place. They were in a coven now, a place where all kindred were expected to share...each other, their thoughts, perhaps even meals. And it was not his nature to share so willingly. But he loved Bianca and he wanted her to be happy. He enjoyed the physical satisfaction of both Bianca and Belle in their bed, but beyond that, it was only Bianca he wanted to share for the day sleeping.

And so he shook his head, merely watching as she disappeared into the night. He would give her the space she wanted, but he would keep vigil by the large fountain in the circular courtyard, listening for trouble, and waiting for her return. He just hoped she would not do anything out of foolish anger to retaliate against Belladonna and he. His senses were keen enough to detect if she did, and they were also tuned into her body should she find herself suddenly in danger. So he stood, and waited.

Just a Nip

Author: Damiana

Date: 07-15-04 08:10

Damiana smirked, as Laura bit down into the man's throat with some force. She was a bit mollified by the fact that he didn't scream for her either. She watched him, consideringly, judging where best to place her bite. She didn't want to kill him too quickly, she got enjoyment out of being cruel, but Laura got sexual pleasure from the act of feeding itself. Dami decided that she'd take just the smallest of sips, to be polite. This had, after all been her idea, or at least she had gone along with it, if it hadn't. She couldn't really remember, but then, she didn't really care, either. The night, and the hunt were turning out to be a bit anti-climactic, and all she really wanted to do was go home, go to bed, curl up next to Rob and think about leaving.

Of course, they wouldn't leave, where would they go? This was Sanctuary, and although there were places like it in virtually every country in the world (even the ridiculously small ones like Luxembourg,) she didn't really belong to or in any of those countries. She was an American, and she always had and would be, and this was the American Sanctuary. So they, or at least she would stay.

She sighed, and at random, decided to use the big vein that was standing out in the man's forehead for the few sips of blood she'd have tonight. Giving his unwillingness to play along (not to mention the way he'd been so ready to toss his girlfriend at them rather than fight for her,) she really didn't want any of his blood, the evening had been a bit spoilt for her. Or maybe it was she who had been spoilt. She knew that over the last few years she'd been indulged in most things, very seldom had anyone told her no, and even then the "no" had come with a suggestion of an alternate opportunity or a new exploration, something that she herself had not previously considered.

Damiana's attention snapped back to the present moment, she'd paused, mouth halfway to it's destination, when her thoughts had taken over. The victim, she saw was staring at her, still defiantly. Enraged, she viciously bit open the vein in his forehead, gulped down a few hot mouthfulls, and grinned at him, her mouth running with his blood. At last, he was beginning to look frightened....

Dami's head whipped around...She could hear something...most likely a car, it sounded much to light to be a truck or anything much bigger than your standard four-door sedan. She nudged Laura, the woman didn't respond. Quickly, Damiana sealed the would she had made in the man's forehead, and then moved on to those up his chest and belly, intending to leave no mark upon him. "Laura," this time she shook the woman who, as soon as Damiana had released her grip on the victim had begun pulling him under her. "Laura, we have to go," she pulled the other Vampiress off the man, and dropped him to the ground, kicking him to the side to get him out of the way. "Laura!" she shouted.

"I heard you."

"Yeah? For a while there, I wasn't too sure. We've got to go, someone's coming. You take care of that, and let's get moving."

As Damiana checked around the entire grisly scene looking for anything that would indicate they had been there, Laura sealed the bites that she had made on the man and, wiping her mouth, picked up the corpse of the dead girl. "Ready to go?" She asked.

Damiana nodded. "You need any help with that?" she said, indicating the body. At Laura's negative reply, the two Vampiresses faded back into the heavily forested foothills, as a small silver car came around the bend in the road.

Meet and Greet

Author: Tao Hua Hsiennui

Date: 07-15-04 09:00

T'ao climbed out of the huge bathtub in her room, she'd been in it way too long. She'd been shown up here by the butler, who had explained to her that there was clothing available in the Manor until she would be able to go shopping for a proper wardrobe herself. Then he had left, and she had headed for the bathroom, to scrub off the road-grime.

A combination of the stink of international travel, cheap hotel rooms reached at dawn and just ordinary dirt, T'ao couldn't wait to get it scrubbed off of her skin. She'd showered, three times over, scrubbed out the tub and settled in for a long soak in just the clean hot water. She'd noticed the scented bubbles and oils and salts sitting in a little niche built into the wall, she'd used one of the soaps (something sharp and woody it had been, maybe clove) for her shower, but by and far, she preferred to just smell like herself after bathing. She had sighed, and sank further down into the bath until she had just enough space between the surface of the water and her nose to breathe comfortably. And then she had stayed there, moving only to drain out some of the old, cooling water, and to turn on the faucet and run in more hot.

But now, she'd gotten restless, and she'd left her bath. She dried herself off using one of the big fluffy towels, and then sniffing out the lone, unscented lotion among the wild assortment of lotions, creams, body butters and body oils that she found in a cabinet next to the towels, she moved back into the bedroom she had been given. On the third floor, at the very back of a long windowless hall the room was just right for her. There was some kind of venitllation grille around the top of the room, on all four sides, and she could smell the air that it carried in from who knew where, as well as she could appreciate the chill of it. She dropped her towel, and stood naked in the middle of the room, arms outstretched, soaking the new air, with it's heavy, slightly damp, rock-smell; trying to suck it into her very pores.

"Ah," said a voice from behind her. "I'd heard a sound, and wondered if it was my sister, but no, just another hedonist."

T'ao turned her head, not bothering to attempt recovery of her towel. The man standing in her doorway had an accent that she could only identify as 'something British' but his looks were completely at odds with it, she would have expected someone with his dark hair and Latinate complelxion to have a Spanish or Portugeese accent. "No, not really," she said, sitting on the bed, and attending to her skin with the contents of her lotion-bottle. "Just enjoying being clean again at last. I've never had to travel packed into my own suitcase before."

He quirked a brow at her. "In the suitcase?"

T'ao grinned. "In it." she said. Finished with the lotion, she held out her hand for him to shake, partly to be polite, partly to see if he intended to just stand in the doorway and stare at her. "T'ao Hua Hsiennui. T'ao for short."

"Rob Baez. Rob." He crossed the room and shook her hand. "So where are you from?"

"Wisconsin," she said, turning to the wardrobe, and looking for something that wasn't a skirt. "Do you think you could help me find something to wear?"

"Sure."

"You and your sister were both turned into Vampires? By the same Master?"

"No, she turned me. She made me her sibling."

T'ao had found a shirt that wasn't too bad, for all that it was a bit frilly for her taste. She began ripping off the ruffly sleeves, which would leave only the semi-sheer 'lace' bodice, which with it's deep-v lace up front had shirttails that came just to her hips, which probably meant that it was a midriff-baring shirt for a woman half-again her height. She sighed and pulled it on over her head. "How did she manage that one?" She asked Rob. "Not that I've got any interest in procreating myself," she added, while pulling her hair out of the shirt. She stared at it and frowned. She'd thought about cutting it any number of times, unbraided it feel almost all the way to her knees, and was for the most part an annoyance. But it was one of the few things that made her stand out, she was quite an ordinary-looking girl, small busted with a tiny waist, shortish, and only slightly hippy. The classic 'Asian' frame, she'd been told once, by...well, by someone.

"Here." Rob threw a black pair of men's flat-front trousers and a black silk tie at her. "I don't know how she did it really." he continued, as T'ao pulled on the pants using the tie as a belt and sat in the wardrobe to fold the extra length in the legs into cuffs. "I do know that she let me take entirely too much blood in..." His hands wandered slightly as the sentence trailed off while he looked for the right words.

T'ao recognised the gesturing, her father had had the same habit. "The process." she finished the sentence for him.

"Yes."

"Hmm...where on the other hand, my own Master gave me just enough of his wretched, damned blood to bring me across rather than let me die." She shook her head. "Overblown, self-important old bastard. Should have dragged him out into the fields and staked him down for the sunrise."

"We were in China for a while...I don't recall seeing you?"

"Where were you? I left Hubei Sanctuary about a year and a half ago, and lived off of wealthy businessmen until I had enough money saved up to come home. And how did you know that I had been turned in China?"

"There's been no Sanctuary house in the last few years. Not in America anyway."

"I could have been at the house in Toronto." She smiled. "Anyway, it was a good guess. You wouldn't have seen me at any of the Sanctuaries in China because I was quite sick of China by the time I struck out on my own. Now. Who else is here that you know?"

"I'm not quite sure. Would you like to go down to the parlor and see?"

She slipped into her boots and stood. "Sure, let's go."

Eat and Run

Author: Vampiress Laura

Date: 07-15-04 12:30

Laura hadn't intended to feed from Hampton. She thought she'd already had her fill, of both sustenance and sex, from his now-dead girlfriend, Amber. She had only bit his throat to try to elicit a scream for Damiana's amusement.

But the man -- whom Laura had initially dismissed as a self-absorbed playboy -- shows impressive fortitude. Most men faced with the horrors and pain Laura and Damiana had already wreaked upon Hampton would have broken, and been crying, screaming, or begging. Hampton resists stoically, only his grimaces and groans betray the agony he suffers.

He had been unconscious when Laura drained Amber's blood. She wonders if he has noticed her corpse near his feet. Regardless, with them tearing at his flesh, he must have come to suspect by now that Damiana wasn't joking when she'd said she was going to kill him.

The same strength and courage that obviously disappoints and enrages Damaina excites Laura. The sensual flow of Hampton's blood, so teasingly slow across Laura's tongue, reignites her lusts. She uses one fang to expertly widen the small slit in his jugular, and moans with carnal desires as the blood pumps into her mouth in small but rapid spurts.

Laura hardly notices when Damiana steps away and cocks an ear toward the road. Having Hampton to herself, Laura surrenders to her needs. She flips him onto his back on the hood of the BMW and, pinning his wrists over his head, straddles his hips with her own. She doesn't care that he remains flaccid beneath her. She seeks satisfaction in the coming gush of his blood as she rears back to tear open his throat.

"Laura... Laura, we have to go!" Damiana shouts as she yanks them both off the car. Laura lands on her feet, crouching near the front bumper, while the groggy Hampton collapses next to her. When Laura gets on all fours to crawl on top of him, Damaina kicks him aside, pulls Laura away, and glares down at her with concern.

"LAURA!"

Laura now hears the approaching vehicle, too. There is no telling how many people it contains. If it's a large group... and they see what the Vampiresses are doing... and one of the humans escapes....

"I heard you!" She growls in disappointment.

"Yeah?" Damaina snorts as Laura comes to her senses. "For a while there, I wasn't too sure. We've got to go, someone's coming."

Laura nods as she takes a deep breath to settle herself. She sees Damiana has already healed the wounds she had sliced into Hampton, using the rejuvenating power of the vampiric essence inherent in their saliva. Only the neck wound from Laura's own impassioned bite remains, oozing blood.

"You take care of that," Damiana urges. "And let's get moving!"

Hampton's eyelids flutter on the verge of unconsciousness as Laura bends down and slowly licks the gash in this throat. She savors those last few drops of blood, wishing she had time to drain him. Not having that option, Damiana is right to have healed all his wounds. It would not do to have some mortal doctor discover a patient with seemingly human bite-marks, except with elongated fangs.

Of course, that is exactly what a coroner would find upon examining Amber. No amount of essence could coax her now-dead flesh to mend, and an autopsy would reveal her nearly complete lack of blood. Knowing such evidence can't be left behind, Laura picks up the corpse.

"Ready to go?" she asks Damiana, and declines the offer for help carrying what's left of Amber, now slung over Laura's shoulder as the Vampiresses escape up the forested mountainside.

"I was having second thoughts," Laura mentions later as they trudge slowly back toward the Manor while Laura scans around for a good place to leave Amber's body. "I was thinking at first that we might have been better off to break that guy's neck... but no.... I think we were right to leave him there alive. Think how they'll find him! Laying there dazed and naked, with his missing girlfriend's clothes scattered around his car. The cops'll think he raped and killed her, then hid the body. Even if he figured out what we are, they'll think he's either nuts or lying. That'll close the case. If we'd killed him, they would have kept looking for another murderer."

Laura chuckles cruelly. "But that's what he gets for being so selfish with his date and putting his own pleasure in front of hers. Of course, prison won't be too nice for him; not with our essence in his blood." Few knew better than Laura the maddeningly addictive effect a Vampiress' essence has on a mortal.

"Yep, he should have treated Amber better," Laura adds with a wink. "I assure you, she was sweet girl."

Wild Kingdom

Author: Hampton Culver

Date: 07-15-04 13:58

Hampton had once gone to get a tattoo once with a friend on a drunken dare once, and if the sting of that was pain, the scrap on his chest was something his brain could not compare it with. The closest memory his mind could draw on was picking up a metal pot from a stove without using a mitt. No matter how much ice he put on his hand, it would not stop the throbbing.

That was nothing compared to now. He could not feel the incisions in his chest, but he could feel them that is for sure. Hampton was not use to women having their way with him. Surely he must be drugged somehow. There was no other explanation as to why he could not overpower some fragile women. If he did not die, he wasn't sure he could ever live down the shame of this moment. How could he tell the police or look anyone in the eye and say "I got beat up by a girl."

But that would be later, as he was not much more than a rag doll being played with by two little girls. There was something peculiar about them beyond their strength. They seemed inhuman. Like Satanists he had heard of in the newspaper. How else would one enjoy the idea of biting a neck?

It was not like he just allowed it, as he did try to avoid the open mouth of the banshee coming at him. But the bitch behind him held him steady for her companion. He could feel his hand hurt terrible from the grip on it. The pain shot up to his brain overloading his senses. There was just too much to comprehend at once from the burn on his chest, neck, back and arm.

She released her grip on his neck and pulled back. Her lips were covered in blood and that's when Hampton realized that they had to be like those that followed Manson. They were going to kill him and eat his body like cannibals. Here he was rich, important and a man being attacked by some kind of new age tree hugging hippy psychos.

Under normal circumstances Hampton would have enjoyed having two women nuzzling his neck. However, having them bite to the point of drawing blood was not what he would have meant. From that moment on he could only hear and feel.

He felt them throw him on the car as one of them began rubbing herself on his pelvis as if this was some kind of sick turn on for herself. Her groin almost at hot on his leg as the flood of red awash on his face.

Voices became as from a distance with one sounding urgently trying to hurry the other one. The only sounds he could make was the gasps and whizzes as the one on top of him kept grinding down so hard with her crotch on him as to drive the air out of him. He could feel her tongue working into the side of his neck like a doctor probing the human body. It was not so much pain as a pressure causing him to be away that she was ripping further in to suck the fluid out of him.

He felt so tired. Like after a good night of drinking, or after a night of X and dancing. Just exhausted.

Perhaps just a little nap would be all and then he would be fine.

Everything became silent.

He felt something licking on him like a dog cleaning itself.

Hampton slide off the car to the ground like a bag of garbage left at the curb. His pants around his ankles, his shirt torn.

The darkness settled over his eyes.