Still Young

Author: Samantha Bouvier

Date: 07-16-04 04:49

It was not the walk back to the manor that had her emotions churning and restless beneath the cool exterior she fought to portray; had her blood moving quick through her veins like fire as they neared the entrance in the main building of the estate. There was something volatile, powerful, more alluring than anything she had felt before lying just below the surface here. Like a lover's silken caress, dark, impassioned, and all consuming. But she knew it was not so much the place, as it was Sutter. The way he moves, the sound of his voice; he emanates seduction no matter where he is. He is that ultimate sensual whisper that drifts casually on the wind, curling up out of the mist to kiss and tease the ear. And how sweetly she had felt that erotic kiss and heard his call. The way he made her feel still amazed her.

She held to him tightly as the three of them walked, this vampiress, Narcissa on his other arm. Why his open attention to the woman bothered her, was plain enough. The woman is stunning, arousing, even to her, and Sutter's charms are calling to her, just as they had called to Samantha that night. But Samantha didn't think it was jealousy coursing through her as she walked beside the one man she would willingly die for, and had, she mused. It was envy, and admiration of the vampire beauty. Of course he would be attracted to his own, why wouldn't he be? Narcissa is raw passion waiting to be discovered, pure seduction, and a seasoned vampire. Where Samantha is none of those.

Oh, Samantha was not blind to her own beauty; the high-class regal kind of beauty one pays extremely well to maintain and display. And she knew Sutter hungered for her, his appetite ravenous; his dark attentions to her every need was prove enough of that. Still. Samantha knew she was on unfamiliar ground. She had just entered his world not 6 months before. A world that was still so innocently new to her, yet gripped her soul like a, velvet vice. Yes. It is the place. This vampire sanctuary that Sutter had brought her to had Samantha's pulse racing with excitement and curiosity, not from fear of the unknown. She felt her blood stir wondering what pleasures this world still had yet to offer her. What her skilled lover still had yet to show her. She tried to calm her emotions, knowing Sutter could feel her every thought as if they were his own. Her blood hummed through her veins in silent, evil desire, wondering just what Sutter had in mind for the Asian gift he had brought the Mistress of the manor. That was what was stirring in the low, dark places within her she had never known existed.

The trio entered the manor and Narcissa began the climb up the stairs to show them to their guest room. Samantha didn't know quite how to react when the vampires staggered against the railing, as if she were going to faint. Sutter was there on her arm when we reached the upper landing. It was clear to Samantha that Narcissa was struggling to simply move down the hallway, and then, at last she reached for the door that opened up to our expansive room.

Sutter had his arm around Narcissa and I was close on the other side as we moved together with her into the room to seat her on the chase at the foot of the large bed. I stepped to the side and watched with reserved emotions once more, my blood coursing when Sutter worked his magic on her, seeing to the woman's distress, comforting her in that oh so seduction manner of his.

Then as a hot knife cuts soft butter, Sutter's gaze slid around to where Samantha stood off to the side, his dark eyes piercing her. A shiver exploded from somewhere deep inside, and Samantha held her breath and his hooded gaze. Sutter had never needed words to express what he wanted to say to her. She simply felt his thoughts, his desires, his unsettling power. She knew he felt her disquiet, and yes, her jealous envy, and knew it was not what he wanted her to feel at this moment. She knew she had no need to feel any of these things with Sutter. His devotion to her was as boundless as it was unforgiving, as was her limitless and willing devotion to him.

Samantha Bouvier was still so new to his world, to this world, but still, she reveled in the way her hunger grew everyday for more. Just as she reveled in the evil way Sutter's dark gaze promised her they would have words on this, later.

Old Blood, In New Surroundings

Author: Vladira

Date: 07-16-04 18:36

I was intrigued by this vampyre. Something about him was alluring to me. I couldn't help myself. As I asked him questions, JeanClaude was answering them willingly. Then, he decided to have a look around.

"I'd be glad to show you around, JeanClaude." I said as I stood up, smiling.

I took a hold of his left arm and led him around the manor. We both talked as we walked along. He became a bit more relaxed as we went up the stairs, Elsa following behind us. Briant had come out of the room across from mine.

"This will be your room, Monsieur. I hope it pleases you." He said, leaving the door open a bit for JeanClaude to go in.

I had Elsa go into our room and wait, as I followed JeanClaude into his room. He looked around the room, nodding in approval. Briant bowed and then left.

"Our last manor was a bit smaller. I do miss it though." I said.

He turned and looked at me. "Last manor? The one that burned down? You were there?"

I shook my head. "No. I had taken my chylde and servant to my homeland just before it happened. Now, they are both missing."

As we looked into each others eyes, he quickly looked away.

"What is it, JeanClaude?" I asked.

He looked back at me. "You are a Lucarda. Are you related to Count Vladmir Lucarda?"

I looked down a bit, then back up at him. "I was. He is no longer a part of my family. I have disowned him, and he is no longer welcomed to my home."

JeanClaude pounded his right fist into his left hand. "He was responsible for the death of my Mistress, the Countess Antoinette Verdoux!"

I let out a little gasp. As I had begun to remember things, that name I knew.

"She...she was a friend of my father, Lord Alexander Lucarda."

JeanClaude looked at me and took a hold of my hands. "Alexander was your father then? My condolences on your loss so long ago. Tell me, is Vladmir still alive?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I could care less. His dark master has forsaken him."

As we both looked into each other's eyes, I began to feel something within him that was longing for someone to have.

"Will you help me hunt him down and destroy him, JeanClaude?" I whispered.

He smiled and nodded. "With pleasure."

He leaned forward and gently kissed me. As we parted, I left to go to my room, where I found Elsa sitting in the middle of the bed, naked. She was eager to talk.

"Can he help you, Vladira?" She asked.

I nodded. "He has the same enemy as I, Elsa. I think we will have a strong alliance within him." I answered.

Then Elsa asked for something else. "Can I please you tonight? I feel so....lonely."

I turned suddenly and looked at her. I had not expected such suddeness of longing from her. I disrobed and climbed onto the bed and sat beside her. She gently put her right hand on my shoulder and I leaned forward to kiss her. Soon, I had her on her back, and moaning with pleasure. She was so delicious, but, I longed to have it be JeanClaude. And I hoped that it would be soon!

A New Beginning

Author: Elsa von Spielburg

Date: 07-16-04 18:56

I asked for something from Vladira. "Can I please you tonight? I feel so....lonely."

She seemed quite startled. As she figured out what I was asking, she agreed. I was her's to do with as she pleased. I felt something within me that had begun to change. I was feeling better than I had even felt before!

Vladira disrobed and sat beside me on her bed. I began by putting a hand on her shoulder and we kissed. I had never been intimate with a female before. It was a strange feeling, especially as she was a vampyress.

Vladira began to stroke my breasts, and let her lips trail along my neck. She whispered into my left ear.

"You are enjoying my touches? There is more to come."

She gently lay me on my back and gently massaged my left breast. Her lips locked on mine, I felt only her. Vladira looked up into my eyes and smiled at me as I felt her hand slowly slide down my abdomin and began to stroke my womanhood. So gently she was at first. The more I moaned, the more she stroked me.

"Perhapse a little lower then?" She whispered.

I felt my flesh part as she found my nub. Her lips closed around a nipple, she slowly pinched the swollen flesh between my thighs. I felt as though I could die. Her tounge licking wildly, then she worked down my torso, her fingers finding my sheath.

"Will you open it for me?" She whispered. I nodded slowly as I parted the way. My own fingers parting my flesh, she gently slid two fingers deep within me. I wanted it to go on and on, as she moved to between my thighs and her lips gently pressed against me. She kissed deep within me, her tounge finding my well, I felt nothing.

"My Lady, make me yours forever!" I begged.

She looked up and smiled. "If that is what you wish, Elsa, then I shall." And she lay on top of me, her lips closing on my neck, and the feel of her fangs piercing me. Then, darkness. Nothing but darkness.

I began to realize what was happening, as I heard her voice calling me. As well as the taste of blood. Hot flowing blood. And it didn't nauseate me this time. In fact, I craved it. Oh, how I craved it.

Heating Up...

Author: Countess Yvain de Chrys

Date: 07-17-04 02:38

I had been with Amneris for the past hour. I had not seen my daughter since I had been introduced to Elsa.

I still wanted to speak with Elsa and I would have to arrange that a little later.

Amneris seemed to be in some brooding mood. I couldn't understand and probing her mind would have been an unlawful intrusion not to mention she had closed her mind off.

I watched her seemingly glide across the room toward the billowing maroon damask curtains and take a position behind them.

I wondered what demons were gnawing at her peace of mind. I thought of the other woman, Varsuviya; and wondered if it was such a good thing for her and Amneris to be together. Well that would be something I would speak to her of when she was more upbeat.

Apparently there had been a new arrival fresh from New Orleans, one of my old stumping grounds and I was anxious to see who he was. I headed toward the door careful not to break Amneris's self-imposed melancholy when I sensed someone calling.

Of course it was Varsuviya, and I immediately walked quickly and slipped unto the balcony; heading toward the french doors of my rooms right next door.

Things were certainly heating up.

In She Came...

Author: Princess Amneris HathorRa

Date: 07-17-04 02:53

So many thoughts...

Everything so so so vague.....

Its almost like I can't make the distinction between reality and fantasy.

My mind is running amuck and I can't seem to slow it down. By the gods when will this unrest die down??????

I stare at the moon. She seems to mock me with her glow.

No, i'm imagining things...or could I?

I see Yvain leave and I want to reassure her that i'm fine, that i'm just...just...just going through some things, but the thing is; I don't know what i'm dealing with! I can't see what i'm going through.

I move deeper into the damask curtains; hiding myself from anyone's view. The feeling of the satin-like fabric caresses me and once again I re-live the raw passion shared with Varsuviya. The intensity and feeling that washes over me is so real that I find myself almost ready to experience that same sweet, and potent orgasm again!

I'm re-living the touch of Varsuviya and I close my eyes only to open them and find myself face to face with Khepher.

Oh God! He really is dead! A overwhelming chill consumes me from head to toe and I supress a scream that is churning beneath the surface. I feel the ice cold fingers of hysteria trying to creeping up over me.

'Get it together Girl!' I tell myself...

I here a light tap at the door. I tense up and listen, straining my ears. It's Varsuviya. I smile a bit and almost run toward the door. I have a sudden whim to just be held.

The door opens and I observe her from my hidden post. She walks in breathlessly calling my name. Her eyes wide and the color of fresh mountain genetians. I can smell Cassandra all over her. My pulse quickens and I grow warm with...what? Jealousy?

She walks fully into my chambers. The room is lighted only by various egyptian braziers on teepee like stands all across this vast chamber. I watch her shadow dance with the sparks of the flames. She moves sinously across the floors calling my name; her face holding the expression of worry.

She walks toward the large bed and finding me not there; walks toward the french doors.

I feel the chill and I walk slowly and with much stealth sneaking up behind her.

"You really shouldn't come into the chambers of a person that hasn't invited you in." I speak into her ear in my husky voice. It sends raw fire up her spine and she moves while moaning.

She turns to face me. I ask, "What are you here for love?"

Still Hungry

Author: Vampiress Belladonna

Date: 07-17-04 05:22

Belladonna had originally told Bianca she would join her hunt only if things were quiet in the parlor, with no guests to meet or entertain. By the time she left Davis' and Bianca's suite, however, Belladonna had resolved to hunt with Bianca under any circumstance. Bianca was proving to be a wonderful remedy for Belladonna's loneliness, and she wanted to get to be friends, now that they had been lovers.

Thus, Belladonna sighed when she found the parlor filled with Kindred, several of whom she had not yet met. She went through the mandatory greetings and introductions, but her mind was on Bianca. In all the hubbub, Bianca might decide that Belladonna was occupied with her guests and depart for her hunt without Belladonna even noticing. So Belladonna did not settle into the elegant armchair near the fireplace, left vacant for her as if by some unspoken understanding, or even instinct. Rather, she settled onto the arm of a divan, where she would be seen by anyone passing the parlor, should they care to look.

As more and more time passed, and the conversation continued around her, Belladonna's mind repeatedly returned to one thought...

Where was Bianca?

Returning to the Sanctuary

Author: Vampiress Violet

Date: 07-17-04 10:26

Violet slowly made her way along the path, before her lay the new sanctuary. She scented Laura had been here, but was not here as of right now. She pushed open the door and smiled when Briant greeted her. She pressed a kiss to the man's lips, and it was returned.

Slowly she slipped away and moved toward the parlor, eyes settling upon the woman seated upon the arm of the divan. Violet scented that there were other kindred here, those who had not been there in the previous sanctuary. Violet knew that the last night she and Laura had spent near the Kiss was part of the reason that things had grown unsafe--the death of the cops especially in the Phillip's lakehouse.

Her eyes trailed slowly over the kindred gathered, allowing her gaze to settle upon the woman seated upon the arm of the divan. "Good Evening." Violet spoke softly, those that were in the parlor could see that Violet had returned alone, Union was not with her...they had separated in their travels, and Violet was uncertain if they would be meeting up again here at the Kiss.

Violet accepted the glass of bloodwyne that Briant offered her and shifted just a bit to lean against the door jam of the entry way into the parlor, yet not blocking the view of Belladonna for any who would pass the parlor.

"Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Violet LeBlanc. I do not believe we've met before, then again I've met so many in my travels and there were quite a few at the previous sanctuary." Violet offered Belladonna a hand, as she took a sip from the goblet and allowed her gaze to trace over the other kindred within the parlor this night.

Violet had actually returned to the kiss earlier than she had wished to because of her and Union getting separated in their travels. The Vampiress lifted a hand to stifle a yawn, ignoring the hunger that had built within her. She'd not yet fed this night, and perhaps may not get the chance to feed, but she'd gone a day or so with out feeding before, and would remedy that as soon as she could the following night or going into the early hours of the morning this night.

In The Bedchamber

Author: Sutter Kane

Date: 07-17-04 13:43

Sutter and Samantha followed Narcissa up one side of the Grand Staircase of the Manor, and as they did, Sutter made a mental note to thank Narcissa for her individual attention in showing them to their suite. Narcissa was very kind to both he and Samantha in welcoming them to the Manor, and she was very gracious in allowing herself to be "escorted" back to the Manor. Yet this kindness, showing them to their suite personally was very thoughtful; and Sutter always repaid thoughtfulness in kind.

Yet something was amiss�

When Narcissa laid her hands on the long door handles that sat just below eye level and opened the doors, she started to fall forward. Sutter was there in an instant and caught her long before she had a chance to fall to the floor in a most undignified manner and with one arm around Narcissa's waist and Samantha close to his other side, Sutter moved her to the chase at the foot of the large bed....

Even sitting there in front of him she was not herself as her eyelids were beginning to close of their own accord and her body began to sway from center. Sutter having some medical training in his life before his life did his best to check on Narcissa's condition. He was not to overly concerned with her as he knew there was almost nothing she had to worry about in terms of her health as most things that would kill a human outright would not even leave a mark on a Vampire. And yet still, he had a patient in front of him that needed his assistance...

After some small amount of time and looking at her with a practiced Medic's eye, Sutter knew exactly what Narcissa needed, and she needed it now�

Sutter immediately turned and fixed his dark eyes squarely upon Samantha as he had both felt and heard what she had been thinking. And still looking deeply into Samantha's eyes as he held the hapless Vampiress close to him so she would not fall back, to the side or especially forward and crash face First into the floor and loose those pretty teeth of hers, Sutter did something to Samantha in that moment he did not want to when he narrowed his eyes upon her.

It pained Sutter to see the look in Samantha's eyes when he saw that she held her breath, knowing in that moment that she had felt the scratch across her mind that communicated more in that single thought then ten thousand words could have. Yet it did not matter at all if he felt all the pain in the world as he schooled his face into the impassiveness of set stone and held onto her gaze a moment longer. And for the first time, Sutter actually began to voice a command to her, "Samantha, go..." but the rest was lost.

"Sir, your guest." The voice called from the entrance of the double doors. Turning his attention there, Sutter saw that it was Briant and standing next to him was the Asian girl Sutter had brought with him to the Manor earlier that night. And then it hit him; that is exactly what Narcissa needed was some Chinese takeout.

"Samantha, bring the girl here" he was finally able to finish. For some reason Narcissa had not fed in some short while and the lack of nourishment had caused her system to fall into a kind of anemic shock. Once Samantha had the girl close enough he made her sit next to Narcissa and then took her wrist and pierced it at the vein and held it close to Narcissa's nose. Instantly the Vampiress eyes flashed open and upon seeing the blood that was pooling heavily at the wrist, she grabbed it began to feed in a ravenous manner as she took no heed of those who were in the room as she did so.

Sutter slowly backed away, knowing that one never disturbed a Vampiress who was in the middle of feeding when they had been so weakened as Narcissa had been, and this was confirmed when she eyed both Sutter and Samantha as if in warning to stay back. Sutter took no offence at this and coming to stand next to Samantha he put an arm around her waist and whispered into her ear�

"If one has allowed themselves to go without nourishment they can become both weakened and quite dangerous, therefore to allowing them to feed in peace is the respectful thing to do. And by the way my love, I'm quite proud of you, even after I reprimanded you and told you to go, which in truth I was not able to finish my command before Briant had brought the girl, you stood your ground and did not leave my side. Again, I'm quit proud of you."

Samantha turned into Sutters body and wrapped her arms around her nice and there they stood in an embrace of passion as their lips met.

~~oo~~

The girl had been drained completely and as Sutter looked into her wide open, hollow eyes he said: "She has pretty eyes. I think I'll keep them."

"Thank you Sutter�" Narcissa said as she exited the lavatory after she has cleaned off the excess blood from her chin, "you are to kind to have allowed me to feed on the gift that you had brought for Belladonna."

"It was entirely my pleasure Narcissa, anyway it seemed that you that you were in greater need of the nourishment then any other at the time. Besides, it's not like I can't procure a new gift for the Mistress of the Manor. Well then, shall we retire to the parlor?"

Sutter made it a point to tell Briant to leave the Asian girl on the bed were he had left it, he had more interesting plans for the lifeless body. And the package he had carried in with him would also be made of use at that time�

A feast for kings...or queens

Author: Vampiress Narcissa

Date: 07-17-04 14:51

She was weak now, having not fed for days, four days to be exact, as while in America, she could not feast. Guillaume and her had gorged themselves at a party the night before she was bound on a plane for America, taking three victims each. It was a fabulous bloodlust that had left the both of them sated and happy, their bellies full with the valuable life giving vitae they craved. But once she had left his side, she could not feed. She was not hungry, nor even motivated to feed without him, almost putting herself on a hunger strike until her beloved sire returned to her side. Her extremes were certainly becoming more and more unusual in her undead life, and this was one of them.

But she was not alone when she faltered, Sutter grasping her body as she went limp at the door, Samantha helping him set her on the bed as her eyes fluttered and rolled back in her head. The voices were muted and she could feel fingers upon her wrist, throat and eyelids. Sutter knew exactly what was going on and in a strange twist of fate, Briant had brought the Asian treat directly to his door to find out where she should be placed when the sun came up. The girl was placed at her side on the bed, and as the blood from her wrist touched upon her lips, it was as if a ravenous beast had been unleashed. The hunger took over, as did the vampire inside of her, and she threw the girl back on the bed, fangs bared. But just before she penetrated the jugular with the sharpened canines, she looked at the girl, who still seemed quite content to do as Sutter told her. Not a flinch, not a scream, nothing. It was a gaze that haunted her for a fraction of a second before penetrating soft and delicious flesh. She heard nothing but the pulse of the girls heartbeat as she took each refreshing drink, sucking the blood straight from the vein, without even taking any breaths. But soon she was forced, and she looked over her shoulder with a silvery gaze, a hiss eminating from her lips as she saw the others, warning them not to indulge in the meal she was given. She was animal at this point, halfway through the meal before diving back down into the girls throat and devouring what was left of the droplets. It was only a matter of minutes before the Asian girl was left for dead on the bed, her skin cold, her expression completely indifferent to what had just happened.

She rose from the bed and collected herself, her cheeks blushing as her skin warmed from the girls sweet blood, her hair was messed a bit and she excused herself from the bathroom to clean up as the droplets filtered from her lips to her shirt, sinking into the fabrics. She cleaned up and presented herself back to Sutter and Samantha, taking their hands in hers, and thanking them with a tired smiled upon her lips. Upon hearing Sutter's suggestion she smiled a bit and nodded.

"Why don't you both go ahead down to the parlor. I'll catch up with you in a minute or two after I change shirts."

They both seemed to understand and escorted her back to the door of their suite before moving into the hallway. She stepped out herself and moved a few doors down towards her own chambers looking at the now stained shirt. Once inside the room, she stripped the fabric from her body, leaving the shirt on the floor and catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

She looked at herself for a long moment, her emerald gaze having relaxed back into their normal state, while her fangs still remained protruded. She blinked as she gazed upon her own form, only smiling a moment later, knowing what her lover now saw when he looked upon her. She wondered if other kindred saw the same flesh and curves that Guillaume saw, having been with no others since she became a chylde of the night. It was an interesting, but fleeting thought as she turned from the mirror and picked out another shirt. It was probably another question that would just have to go unanswered.

Will He Agree?

Author: Vladira

Date: 07-18-04 19:31

I found myself enjoying the pleasures of Elsa's body. She had finally decided of her own free will to give herself to me, quite unexpectedly. How easily she was aroused. I had touched her deep, dark, intimate places, and she begged for more. Her longings added only to my own. Then she begged to be kindred.

"I want to be with you always, Vladira. Do it, please!"

I took her. Her hot blood flowing into my mouth as my fangs pierced her delicious flesh. She moaned until the end. I did the same to revive her as I had done to Deianira. Making a small cut on my left nipple, I pressed Elsa's lips against it. Soon, she was revived, and my chylde.

As she asked me questions, I told her to rest, and I would answer them later. I had her lay back against the pillows and then I pulled the covers upon her. She smiled and slowly settled in.

"I'll see if Briant has anything to help you in a bit. I am sure he would have something down in the kitchen." I whispered.

She nodded. "I'm alright, Vladira. Just need to rest."

And I grabbed my shear black robe and put it on. "Hmm. Mother is looking for me. If she comes in here, tell her I will be back in a bit."

"Alright. See you later then." And she closed her eyes.

As I walked out of the room, I slowly closed the door behind me, and walked across the hall to JeanClaude's room. I knocked on the door, and waited. I could hear him walking about then open the door.

"Ah Countessa. How may I help you?"

I smiled. "May I speak with you? It is important."

He smiled back at me and allowed me into his room. His was a bit smaller than mine. Quite cosey. As he closed the door, I turned and looked at him. JeanClaude looked at me, puzzled.

"Countessa, what is it you wish to discuss?"

I sighed. "You and I have the same enemy, JeanClaude. I want to make an offer to you. Will you be my consort? I know that we have just met, but, I feel a strong bond with you somehow. I can't explain it.

Together you and could defeat Vladmir once and for all. I offer you, also, the title of Count. What do you think?"

He stood silent, gazing at me. I could see into his dark eyes, as he thought to himself. Then, he spoke.

"We do not know each other, Countessa. But, I do feel something deeply about you as well. When we first met down in the parlour.

I can tell you have just created a chylde. The young woman who is with you, isn't it?"

I nodded. "She is. She asked me for it. If you knew what type of life she has had. She needs us all."

JeanClaude smiled. "Then, I do accept your offer, Vladira. I cannot explain my feelings for you either. I feel something deep within me that is growing for you."

I slowly removed my robe and stood before him. JeanClaude slid his arms around my waist and we kissed, deeply. I ran my hands along his shoulders, his tounge sliding deep into my mouth. As he looked into my eyes, he picked me up and carried me over to his bed. Quickly he disrobed and I marveled as his physique.

As he gently slid into bed with me, we fell into each others arms. My left hand sliding down and finding his shaft. As I stroked him, he began to hum a love tune.

I began to hum with him as we gazed into each other's eyes. He let his lips move along my breasts, closing around my right nipple, his tounge licking wildly, his fangs gently piercing my flesh. My back arching off of the bed, I cried out. I fell back as he fed. His fingers finding my nub, he finished and looked up at me. The wounds closing over, he smiled.

"Now, it is your turn," He whispered. And he rolled over onto his back, allowing me to have him and consumate our marriage of blood.

A New Love Found At Last

Author: JeanClaude Minot

Date: 07-18-04 20:21

I could hear Countessa Vladira knock on the bedroom door. As I opened it, I saw her standing there, wearing a quite revealing robe.

"Ah Countessa. How may I help you?" I asked.

She smiled."May I speak with you? It is important."

I closed th door and we spoke. She told me about an offer she had for me. To be her consort. I had just met her this evening. But, as I looked upon her beauty, from the first moment I had met her, I felt something inside of me longing for her.

"You and I have the same enemy, JeanClaude. I want to make an offer to you. Will you be my consort? I know that we have just met, but, I feel a strong bond with you somehow. I can't explain it.

Together you and could defeat Vladmir once and for all. I offer you, also, the title of Count. What do you think?" She asked.

I accepted. I felt my heart soar. I had been alone for so long, that I had forgotten how wonderous it was to feel a woman's body beneath mine. Especially a vampyress'.

She removed her robe and I took her into my arms. Our lips pressed hard against each other, my tounge slithering deep within her mouth. I picked her up and placed her on my bed. She watched eagerly as I undressed hurridly. I lay on my side next to her, and we beagn kissing again. Her touches, her kisses arousing my every senses.

I kissed her breasts, closing my lips over her right nipple, I feasted. She cried out as I fed. Her back arching, then she fell back. As I let go of my hold, I lay on my back and looked over at her, her breath hard.

"Now, it is your turn." I whispered to her.

She turned over and looked at me, smiling. I watched as she closed her lips around my left nipple, and gently pierced my flesh. I closed my eyes in rapture as her tounge licked hard. My blood flowing into her. As she finished she looked and smiled.

"Enternity, my love. We have an eternity." She whispered as she slid down me. Her lips and tounge tickling my flesh, only to close her lips around my shaft. I had not been ready for this. And she knew it. Her tounge taunting it. I felt it grow harder as she moved up and down. I gently stroked her raven black hair. She looked up and moved quickly to kiss me again. Her appetite ravenous, as was mine.

I threw her onto her back and pushed apart her thighs. She laughed as I slid my hands under her buttocks and lifted her up, plunging hard within her. She grabbed my shoulders and her head fell back against the pillows. We could not control ourselves. I pounded deep within her over and over, as we bit at each other, our blood mingling.

I had become hers, as she had become mine. She would no longer be alone, nor would I. I had begun to feel her within me. I could sense what she sense, feel what she felt. And she could with me. We had become one. Countessa and Count.

Oh, You Rapture Me!!!

Author: Countess Varsuviya Ignatious

Date: 07-18-04 23:02

I crept into the room with hope churning deep within me that I might meet the beautiful features of the other Princess...only to have that hope dissapear when I discovered that all was stilled in the room mind the occasional flickering of the fires in the braziers caused by invisible airs and the sway of the satin curtains that led to the balcony. I looked down at the large bed, void of the woman that I had most hoped to see....but my acute sense of smell allowed me to pick up on the faint, deliciously musky smell of her sweat and tears that had seeped deep into the bed coverings. But I had not trained my nose well enough to help me to detect where she might be....so I had a look around, calling out her name in hushed, almost desperate sounding whispers.

"Princess Amneris?" I breathed once, twice, then again in a purposely thickened British accent. At least if she was hiding someplace, the sound of my voice might bring her out into the open. "Where are you darling? It is I...Varsuviya...here to see you as I promised I would...."

And then, I felt a presence emerging from the shadows behind me. Suddenly I felt hands seizing me firmly on both my arms...which surely would have roused a scream from a mortal woman....but I, knowing full well who this grasp belonged to, only grunted in expectancy.

"You know, you really shouldn't come into other peoples chambers without their inviting you," I heard her breathe into my ear, her sweet, flowerly breath tickling the folds and curls of my inner ear and lobe. I wanted so much to reach back and touch her lips, but I surprisingly sustained myself. Instead I turned around and met her face, looking as though she had just come from yet another round of crying and despairing for her own reasons...every one of them unknown to me.

"My Love, what are you here for?"

I didn't answer at first, instead I moved over to the bed....the dressings of fine silks and satins sprawled over the mattress from her previous episodes of wild tossing and turning. Crossing my legs, I hiked up the hems of my gown, so that she might catch a glimpse of the sheer knickers hidden beneath. As I expected, Amneris looked me up and down in soundless arousal. Patting the bed space beside me, I gestured for her to sit beside me.

"Varsuviya..." She finally managed to say...

But I truncated her statement by moving close to her, taking her beautiful sienna brown face in my hands and kissing her long and deeply, as though I would never have the same opportunity again. I allowed my tongue to explore the inside of her mouth, briefly, but passionately, moaning ever so gently in my throat as I did so. I heard the Princess groaning huskily in between her own breaths as well as our tongues danced.....and listened to how they rose as my hands conducted an exploration of their own over her elegant curves....pausing to pass over her clothed breasts till they felt the nipples harden.

When I pulled my lips away, I saw her eyeing me up and down as she had done before...no doubt smelling the evidence of my own previous rendezvous with Cassandra. For a moment, I considered telling the Princess that all was well between the pretty other girl and myself....but decided I'd better not reveal anything unless I was asked. Instead, with my fingers still stroking her deliciously ample breasts, I brought my lips close to her ear and speaking so deeply that the pearl that hung from her lobe swayed, I answered her question,

"You know why I' am here Amneris..." I said putting an extra strain on the last four letters of her name....common amongst people from my part of England. "I saw what you were going through earlier and it honestly broke my heart. I would have stayed with you..but my conscience would not have it." A slow, careful smile crept to my lips. "But you would be nothing less than a fool if you thought I would make love to you without returning for another go. And another. And still another. From the moment I saw you Amneris..you have flooded my dreams, you have sent me soaring into heights once unfathomable to me...you make me touch myself with every...passing thought of you....and...and ...."

With that I ceased to speak and instead began to laugh, a loud, victorious sounding cackle. Amneris only glared at me with those dark, sensual eyes....lips caught somewhere between an amused smile and a displeased frown at my calling her a fool..however playfully I had intended it.

"Tell me more...."She insisted.

I leaned closer to her, allowing my tongue to run over the insides of her ear, my fingers continously stroking her nipples.

"You are hot Princess, divinely hot. I can feel your heat...every inch of it. And it surpasses even my own...which is difficult for anyone to do...."

She sighed deeply, moving further into my embrace. "What do you ask of me Countess?" She whispered.

"What do I ask of you?" I repeated, licking the flesh of her lobe around the shimmering pearl. "I ask that you let me love you. Completely. You have lived for so long and although I know no particulars about your ancient past...I know that you have lived a long, wearily painful existance. Iam just twenty five, but I too have had my own interludes with pain." I moved back a little, so that she could see my face in the lightly illuminated shadows.

"I should like...." I said low and huskily, "To ease those wild emotions that resound within you...and to....please that heat that makes your flesh nearly too hot even for me to touch....."

"Varsuviya...." The princess said again......

"You and I are so alike..." I said gently, kissing her again. "Both born of the highest order, both Egyptian..both beautiful exotic women with near insatiable sexual appetites. Before the original manor was destroyed, you vowed to find the time to talk to me about all the secrets of myself." I smiled. "I think that is reason enough for us to be closer...."

Amneris's chest was heaving up and down with anticipation beneath my hedonistic fingertips. "Oh, you rapture me......"

"Oh....." I said in a long, drawn out moan. I moved my face closer to her full chest, and slowly began to pull down the nearly sheer gown down over her shoulders and to her stomach so that her full, plump breasts came into view. I kissed her tight cleavage, then grazed my fangs around one nipple... tasting the sweet trickle of dark blood that emnated from the tiny wound, and looked up to see Amneris rolling back her shoulders in sheer pleasure as I tasted her. Within the next moment, the tiny cut was completely healed.

"I love your breasts..." I gasped, purposely pausing between each word. "So full and inviting...they have always been the most beautiful part of every woman's body in my eyes. And I have had many women here. Victoria went mad over her lust for me...and unfortunately died in the flames that consumed the original manor. Then Cassandra. And oh, let us not forget that divinely erotic orgy you, me, Cassandra, Vladira and Lady Dei shared two and half years ago."

I was on the verge of rambling but wisely caught myself in time to continue exploring her. Instead, I began to express my desires for her through the lyrics of a favorite song of mine. It would be the first time Amneris would ever hear me sing.

"I have a dream. Someday you and me. Will find ourselves...in love again.."

The woman was clearly moved by the melodic, sonorous sound of my voice... as I could see her shudder afterwards. I smiled at her reaction then soundlessly resumed my explorations.

I felt that I knew this woman's body as well as my own. I licked and lathered one nipple....now hard as a bullet as she slowly began to lose all sense...leaning back on her elbows so that her breasts propped up in the air. Her pants caught in the air and I could smell her familar honey building deep within her. I moved to the other breast and kissed and sucked it....wishing to drive Amneris over board with desire. She was clearly aroused but only she would be able to fully tell me what was in her mind.

"Amneris baby," I whispered, my voice muffled in the almost non existent valley between her bare breasts. "Speak to me, I beg of you. Tell me what you are thinking...."

Music of the Night

Author: Bianca The Bloody

Date: 07-19-04 06:42

Bianca was alone in the night. Neither Davis, nor Belladonna had followed her. At first, that thought had angered her, but then the more she thought about it, she wanted to be alone. If only for an hour, she wanted no contact with any of the Kindred in that manor. She was out in the night with all the mortal blood she could want...but she only wanted enough to sustain her thirst.

She saw light beyond the trees she was standing in and began moving towards them. Bianca wanted to take her time...this was her time.

She made her way through the trees and came to a clearing, taking a deep breath (not that she needed it). The night air smelled of rain. She couldn't tell just how far away it was, but the rain would come soon enough. Slowly, a smile spread across her face as she began to sing.

"*Ave, ave verum corpus. Natum de maria virgine. Vere pasum, imolatum. In cruce pro homine...*" as the song continued to play in her head, she made her way to the small town below her.

Once there, it was only a matter of time to find the blood she needed, and then come back to the arms of Davis. She was sorry for the way she yelled at him, but she was not sorry for voicing her opinion. Hopefully this time she was gone would give him time to realize how wrong he and Belladonna had been.

...Belladonna...did she even notice that Bianca had gone? Probably not. There had been a new arrival at the door with Briant as Bianca stormed out the door, so she was probably making her way to greet the new Kindred.

Suddenly, the smell of fresh, evil blood came mixing with the smell of the sweet rain. "Ah... and here comes dinner..." she said, thinking of the Alice Cooper song. Tonight she would feed her Frankenstein.

Next of Kin

Author: Vampiress Belladonna

Date: 07-19-04 10:04

"Good evening," one of the new guests, a dark-eyed beauty with matching brown hair, addressed Belle as Briant provided them each with a goblet of bloodwine. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Violet LeBlanc. I do not believe we've met before, then again I've met so many in my travels and there were quite a few at the previous sanctuary."

Belle stood automatically upon hearing the woman's name.

"I'm now known as Belladonna," she explained as she took Violet's offered hand. "But was once called Belle Philips." She sees the recognition in Violet's eyes.

"So," Belle continued without letting go of Violet's hand. "While you are quite right that we have never met, we do have something important in common. Before she and I became Kindred, Laura von Hoeffner was my best friend."

Dreaming

Author: Cassandra Belmont

Date: 07-19-04 12:03

Cassandra was unaware what was happening to her. She had thought that she was sound asleep in her bedchamber, with nobody to bother her or disturb her.

Yet here she was, wondering aimlessly around the manor, curiously peering around every corner, as if she expected something to jump out at her any second.

Cassandra soon smiled as she found her lover, Varsuviya, walking towards her. The beautiful Amneris was nowhere to be found.. had she finally let her be and come back to Cassandra for good, with nobody or nothing to come between them again?

She smiled at Varsuviya and approached her, desperately wanting to hold her, touch her cheek, and caress her loving figure and perfect face with her own sweet, loving kisses that only a lover could provide.

"Varsuviya.." she whispered, holding out her hands to stroke her face.

Yet she walked by.. she didn't even look at her! She continued to smile her oh so radiant smile, that smile that Cassandra could look at all day and never complain that it was boring.

But she was not smiling at Cassandra. Cassandra's grin soon turned to a look of shock and anger as she turned to find her lover approaching her "dearest Amneris." So she had not left her.. not yet seen that Cassandra was her one true love, that nobody could love her the way Cassandra could, not even the other beautiful exotic Egyptian Princess that Varsuviya had so recently become close to.

Cassandra gasped as they approached each other, immediately exploring one anothers figures with their delicate hands, caressing each other with their kisses, seeing nobody else but the woman they held so close to them at that moment.

Cassandra ran up to them, holding out her hand.

"Varsuviya! Varsuviya my love! It is I, Cassandra, your lover!"

Her calls were not heard by her lover as she continued to speak to her darling Princess Hathora.

"Do you love her, Varsuviya?" Amneris asked her in a careless whisper.

"I love no-one but yourself" her lover muttered back. "Cassandra is a mere memory in my mind that will not come between us... not now, not ever.." She continued to kiss Amneris as Cassandra continued to stand there, standing at the so called "lovers."

"Varsuviya!" Cassandra called to her louder, frantically. "VARSUVIYA!"

They faded away, into the background.. Cassandra slumped down onto the floor without a care, crying her eyes out.. she couldn't believe that the one thing that she had actually given a shit about in this world was gone.. had left her, just as she had done Victoria for her... she couldn't believe this was true..

Then she woke up, sweating and panting underneath the warm blankets. Oh, it was only a dream! Just a dream! Yet Varsuviya was not there with her.... she had told her she could go to visit.. AMNERIS.

Cassandra cursed that name. She wasn't stupid.. she knew that Varsuviya hadn't gone to see her just to be "friendly." No, she knew they would do much more than that. Yet she had told her before she left that she had no problem with it, so long as she tried to contain it when she could! Oh, how she would love that! How she would love Varsuviya to never sleep with anybody except her again! How she would love to be the only woman to ever know her lovers erotic secrets.

But alas, it was not to be. She knew Amneris now shared those same secrets, and there was nothing Cassandra could do to stop it. Varsuviya had told her about her "sickness".. how when she wanted something, she took it. If she wanted Cassandra, she would have her. And if she wanted Amneris... she would have her too.

Cassandra felt the tears in her eyes well up once more, and she let them trickle down her warm cheeks. Why was she still so angry? Varsuviya had told her why she had loved Amneris as she had Cassandra, but a part of her still wanted Varsuviya all for herself.. she didn't want to share her.. she never had!

And now, the one thing that terrified her the most was that she would end up another Victoria. Would her dear Varsuviya, the one thing she treasured more than anything else, leave her for another Egyptian beauty?

She could only hope that her dream would not come true as she restlessly tried to fall back asleep.

Rapture turns to overflowing

Author: Princess Amneris HathorRa

Date: 07-19-04 13:55

"Amneris baby," she whispered, her voice muffled in the almost non existent valley between my bared breasts. "Speak to me, I beg of you. Tell me what you are thinking...."

I listened and my blood thundered inside the recesses of my head.

My thoughts centered and for a moment I saw the face of my beloved Prince as he would have kissed me there.

Raw emotions seemed in danger of overflowing. Insanity seemed only a grasp away from me. My heart seemed to swell and heave.

What in the hell was happening to me?

My thoughts ran in every direction and for a moment I lost sight of where I was. I had affection for Viya, but what was I to do? What was wrong with me?

Something wasn't right. It was something I hadn't let go....God what is it I thought to myself as I violently turned and walked away leaving a sex-drugged Varsuviya staring at me with a mixture of lust and surprise.

I finally spoke in my dark and husky voice.

"Viya, are you in love with me? Or am I here simply for you to satisfy your lusts?"

I could hear her sharp intake of breath. I continued, feeling confused and disoriented.

"Do you love me Varsuviya? And what of Cassandra?"

I quickly spun around to face her my eyes glowing and my face devoid of emotion. "What of Cassandra, how does she feel about 'us?' I know that I don't like competition and I'm almost assured that Cassandra resents me more than even you know. So tell me Viya, tell me everything."

The silence stretched as we both stared at each other.

Do You Love Me As I Love You?

Author: Countess Varsuviya Ignatious

Date: 07-19-04 16:32

Her breasts had tasted so sweet..so hot against against my lips, that it all seemed so violently abrupt when they were torn from my mouth, and Amneris stood glaring at me, angrier than I had ever seen her.

To her, I must have looked like a immortal drug addict...now sprawled out over her bed coverings with my arms over my head, regarding her with half closed lust filled eyes.

But Princess Amneris...who had just brushed giving herself to my advances completely would have none of it. The sound of her husky voice...now loud and resounding in the large chamber was one not of sexual tone, but one of furious uncertainty.

"Viya, are you in love with me? Or am I here simply for you to satisfy your lusts?"

I said nothing to her, my heart was still palpitating so fiercely in my heaving breast. A sharp intake of air pierced the hostile silence.

"Do you love me Varsuviya? And what of Cassandra?"

She had turned away from me temporarily, her arms over her chest as she peered out the darkened window. Then she turned back around..her face passive....her eyes shining..but not with lust, but caution. It was a natural reaction to expect from the likes of her...a woman with a life filled with uncertainties, people who had betrayed her....she had experienced dangers that were far beyond what even I could comprehend.

"What of Cassandra, how does she feel about 'us?' I know that I don't like competition and I'm almost assured that Cassandra resents me more than even you know. So tell me Viya, tell me everything."

There was an extended period of silence...mind the the flickering flames of the Egyptian braziers that surrounded the room. Finally freed from my carnal state enough to talk to her, I rolled over onto my stomach and gave her the same blank, emotionless face that she was giving to me as she stood awaiting my responses at the window. Had I been a fool, I would have gestured for her to sit on the bed beside me again...but Amneris would indeed refuse...she wanted to know the precise state of my mind...and then perhaps help to conduct the sexual escapade.

"Amneris," I said softly. "Not long ago, when I first came upon your chamber uninvited, you didnt' address me as Countess, or Varsuviya or Lady Ignatious..or anything of the sort. You said to me, "My Love, what are you here for?"

"What the devil has that got to do with anything?" She barked, sounding a bit defeated. I just kept staring into her dark, labyrinth like eyes.

"Upon entering this chamber, although I could not see you physically I could sense your body heat..filled with jealously. And don't bother to deny it darling, because what is true, is true...and that is for sure a truth.

"Like I said before Amneris, I don't know your past that well...but my senses are very acute, you see. The heat that your body exhibited before was one of both desire and bitterness. You are at a war within yourself. Your blood runs through calloused veins, your heart is black with your own ancient curse...as well as the tragedies of your existance. I realize that it shall take more than just a little effort to make you love again...however beautiful I might be."

The Princess pressed her back against the wall, regarding me with silent horror.

"I don't suppose you were listening to me very well before honey," I said, sitting upright and shrugging my shoulders. "Cassandra knows that Iam a free spirit with my own natural desires and feelings. She knows that I' am the dominant one in the relationship...and so she lets me have my own fun on the side. And should see seek other occasional bedmates, male or female that is entirely fine by be. I'm not saying that my affairs are neccesarily.....just...but as I told Cassandra herself when she asked about our first rendezvous...there is a demon, lurking inside of me."

At this, Amneris seemed more intrigued, and even took a few steps closer to me.

"Tell me of this demon you speak of Viya,"

I nodded. "It isn't some...ridiculous fairytale you'd tell to your children, just so you know honey. Why don't you sit down and listen?"

She hesitated, most likely for the same reason I initially thought she would, then finally took her place on the bed a mere few inches from me.

"My mother, Queen Nefertiti Anubus was a royal from the beautiful land that we both possess lineage from...Egypt. She was a striking woman, a princess loved by all her people. When my father, the then English Prince William visited Africa and saw her for the first time, he fell head over heels in love with her. They married, and when my grandparents died, my father inherited the English throne...with Nefertiti as his consort." I sighed, thinking of the mother I had purposely neglected to contact for so long. Yet I felt no remorse for ignoring my father. "And even though she was a foreigner....the English people adored her almost as much as her own people had back in Egypt." I bowed my head, clasped my hands and looked at the magnificent Persian styled rug on the floor beneath our feet.

"Their marriage went seemingly well for many many years, and my mother gave birth to two baby boys...who grew up to be their father's great pride and joy. But then...when I came along.....well, it wasn't...that bad in the beginning...my father used to hold and cradle me and when I was a little older he'd throw me in the air. But then, when I was fifteen and had greater mental capacity, I began to sense that things were begining to take a turn for the unfortunate.

Amenris had her legs crossed at her ankles...never once averting her eyes from me. "Varsuviya, " she said gently. "Look up and face me when you are speaking please."

I looked into her eyes...relieved to find them as warm and adoring as her voice. I continued on,

"Rumors had begun to circulate at court, in the periodicals, the internet, EVERYWHERE that there was some supernatural activity going on within the royal family. But they weren't fixed on my father or the young princes. Instead, they were in regards to my mother and myself."

"Both of you?" Amneris pondered. "Why? How did you draw such negative attention to yourselves?"

I shrugged. "Well I wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary, but that is more than what could be said of my mother at such a time. And since I stuck to her most of the time....I was almost always associated with her. I was too afraid to relay this to anyone before...but I did notice that there was something very strange about the woman who had bore me. When she had gone on a trip with an friend of hers, an English earl, he disappeared for many days till they found him in a dumpster in a filthy alley someplace, drained of blood. She had been his only companion, so she got alot of bad...publicity from the rest of the court when she returned. She still maintained the goodness and compassion that she had always had...even when she discovered that her husband was beginning to take up several mistresses....American movie stars.

"The Queen shut herself up from the rest of the world sometimes for hours on end. And on one occassion...I crept into her room in broad daylight...only to find that she had drawn the curtains over the windows to block the sunlight..making the room so bleak and death like that I could have been walking into my own grave.

"She was crying, the poor lady...and that was when she told me her secret. She was no longer human...for the past decade she had managed to conceal what she really was from the entire world, for fear of being ousted from society." I swallowed hard and fiddled with my fingers. "I knew that had she been discovered back in her own native land they would have probably strapped her up to some brick panel and stoned her to death....as was usual custom at the time."

"And what does this have to do with...your inner demon?" Amneris asked in a very neutral sounding voice.

"My mother's vampiric genes had been passed down to her from her own mother, and her mother inherited them from her mother and so on. Every woman within my maternal kin had those genes. And all of them had been killed mind my mother and myself. Murdered to pulps by people who were too fearful to live side by side with them, however harmless they struggled to be."

"But..." Even the Princess seemed startled to hear such an agonizing story. "How did this curse come to exist in your family in the first place?"

I sighed deeply, heaving my shoulders. "I remember only this much in regards to that. One of our ancient, ancient ansectors...a woman, had been known throughout ancient Egypt as an occult priestess...a kind of witch. She could heal or harm people at will, and loved to experiment..but soon...she couldn't keep herself from casting undesired spells. I don't know how it happened, but she cast a demonic curse on her first born daughter as a baby and the child grew up to be a blood sucking monster...and so did that child's daughter....all the way to my generation. But none of us knew we were vampires till we were in our late teenage years or early prime. Why this is so I cannot tell you because I do not know myself."

"They say vampires cannot reproduce, but for some reason, the women in my family were able to. Like my mother, my vampire curse did not take effect till I was twenty one....and in discovery of my new abilties....I.....I..., my voice was beginning to break up, although I was fighting the urge to keep composure, "I killed a woman. Drank her dry. I ravaged her...filled with a lust demon that I could not curb and got so caught up that I actually killed her. But she was a mortal woman, not another vampire." I glanced downwards then looked back up at my companion, expecting her to be a little afraid, but her face was still soft with concern for me.

"So in regards to your question...I do love Cassandra, Amneris. I loved Victoria when she was alive and we had been lovers two and a half years past. But when I first saw your face...it was like none of those other women even mattered. I felt a connection with you that went deeper than the pleasures of the flesh...for years I had struggled to find someone with a heart and soul as black and sinful as my own....and then, I finally found that person." I peeled back my lips and flashed my retracted fangs. "You have suffered Amneris....and so have I. So let us suffer together...or rather...make the most out of being in each others company. Yes...Iam sure Cassandra resents you...she told me that earlier this evening. But not even she knows every detail of my past and how I came to be this way. I truly love you Amneris...in so many ways...as a mother...a sister....a friend...and...a lover."

I reached forward and caressed her cheek. There were tears in her eyes and she was as cold as ice, but I did not flinch. Instead I kissed her lips.

"So I have answered your question Princess. You know of my history and how I came to be that which Iam. But pray tell me honey, do you love me as I love you?"

Domynique and Yvain

Author: Domynique Wu Chin Isadore

Date: 07-20-04 15:00

Questions....

So many questions run through my head at breakneck speed.

I'm bombarded with images of my past and a blank wall of my future.

Its funny,

I'm sitting in my room...such a grand and opulent room in hunter green everything and i'm on the chaise lounge by the large picture window.

Sitting in solitude, without peace.

The CD player is playing...of all things "The Very Best of Dionne Warwick."

I'm sitting here loosing my control and will to not cry to "(Theme From) Valley Of The Dolls"

Damn!! I could cry!!!!

Why am I here? Here I've sat in my rooms for what seems like an eternity and i'm slowly but surely loosing myself!

A knock at my door.

My reverie is broken.

"Who is it?" I ask in a hoarse baritone.

The door opens and in steps a youthful but obviously older woman with the air of someone important.

"What." I ask flatly, a scowl settling on my face i'm sure.

"My, a nice bariotonial voice for someone that is castrati." She says chuckling.

Can we say, "I'll take dumbass observations for 200 Alex?"

I turn away.

"Oh now Domynique, I believe it is, don't turn away. We both need to talk."

I turn around quickly. "How did you know my name?"

She smiles mysteriously. "Would you believe me if I told you that I saw you coming here in a vision and it was imperative that I get to know you?"

My jaw hit the floor five times.

Anger spills over

Author: Princess Amneris HathorRa

Date: 07-20-04 20:39

I looked at the wall behind my bed as Varsuviya caressed my skin with her tongue.

My mind was so full of troubled thoughts and feelings and the truth be told, I was teetering between anger and just plain old depression.

Seems like anger won out.

I don't know why but, this uncontrollable anger rose up from within and I carelessly flung Viya back.

She stared at me with a great amount of surprise in her eyes. I quickly retreated to the throne-like seat opposite the bed and took a seat.

A large shadow passed over my face. She sat back a little, her eyes squinted.

"Do you presume to tell me about who I am Viya?"

The anger just spilled over.

"Do you think because we deigned to share a night of passion, that all of a sudden you know me?"

The emotion spilled out of me as I watched Varsuviya's face go dead white.

The anger burned deeply. It wasn't aimed at her but at myself.

"ANSWER ME!" I screamed.

She jumped and it was then that Yvain burst through the doors a look of darkness on her face. She was followed by the most striking man I had ever seen.

"What the devil is going on Amneris? Varsuviya?" She asked

Distraught and Heartbroken

Author: Countess Varsuviya Ignatious

Date: 07-21-04 05:35

I thought I had truly felt the bitter rap of Princess Amneris' power....but the reprimands and demands that had spewed from her earlier were miniscule in comparision to her now. I had been running my mouth over hers in a gentle and soothing manner, lost within my own rush of desire for her, but when she shoved me away again with an intensity even greater than before...it was as if the waves of reality had come crashing down on me out of nowhere. Christ, had this woman retained ANYTHING I had relayed to her?

My heart was beating fast from unrequited desire and an emotion I had not known ever since my evolution to the monster I'd become, fear. I watched on from the bed as the Princess stood to her feet and abruptly threw herself into her throne like chair that was situated near the very center of the spacious chamber. She threw passionate words at me...but not of the erotic, husky passion like she had the first time we had made love. No, this was a livid kind of passion, malicious almost. There was a looming shadow over where she was seated, but her dark eyes were seen to flash fire.

"Do you presume to tell me about who I am Viya?" She spat out.

I wore my fear obviously like a mask plastered on my face. This was insane!

"Do you think because we deigned to share a night of passion, that all of a sudden you know me?"

I retreated back into the folds of the sheets of satin and silk, my dress sliding halfway down one shoulder, my eyes fixtated on the lady beast that had taken form before me.

"ANSWER ME!" She screamed, and at this I had been so startled, that I actually began to feel that all too familiar hot, moist feeling beginning to form in the corners of my ice blue eyes. My face felt bleached of color, and for a split second, I felt as though aspyhixation had taken over me.

I could have answered, I wanted to answer, but I felt lost for words. I recalled then on the strong words I had used to her just earlier in my mind,

"You are at a war within yourself. Your veins are calloused and your heart is black with your own ancient curse."

In that very respect, we were so alike it was almost frightening.

I thought I could finally summon up the courage to respond to her, when suddenly the doors flew up and Countess Yvain appeared, followed by a particularly handsome, unusual looking man that I had never seen before. She looked at me, now curled up into my own, tight little ball on the bedside, then back at the Princess, who had her back pressed deeply into the back of her throne like chair.

"What the devil is going on Amneris? Varsuviya?" She asked, looking again at us both. Her male companion remained taciturn, but regarded us both with the same, bleak looking stare. I felt a cold chill running down my back as he looked my way...feeling a bit embarrassed at seeming so defeated on the bed....my teeth pressed deeply into my lips, my hands balled into tight fists, knees drawn up to my chin. The stranger could indeed smell my fear.

But then,the courage came again, and I broke free from my coil and sprang to my feet.

"I came back to see the Princess, just as I promised I would because I was genuinely concerned for her state," I answered Yvain. "You said yourself that I could come to see her if I desired, and so, after I had successfully sorted matters out with Lady Belmont, I made my way here."

"But...what is this hostility in the air?" Yvain pondered, her eyes wide with surprise. Princess Amneris just grunted and slumped in her chair.

"I don't know, maybe you can tell me! I wanted to help her...I really did. I even told her...when I first learned of her existance and saw her face...I felt as though I had met a near exact replica of myself. We are both Egyptian, both royal...we have both suffered...."

"We have ALL suffered," Yvain added in gratuitously.

"I KNOW that," I countered sharply. "But im not referring to us "ALL". I'am talking about the Princess and myself. She is my heart.....my soul....the very air that I breathe. Perhaps...I shouldn't have been so...voracious in my advances before, although I do not deny that Iam attracted to her."

At this I passed a penitent look in the Princess' direction, praying to at last see the adoring, passionate expression that I so loved. But that side of the Princess was not about to reveal itself now. She was a mask of fury and indifference, elbows pressed into the arms of her chair. I noticed that like my own gown, Amneris' silk robe was also hanging off of one shoulder...so that the swell of her right breast was revealed. Feeling that warm tingling feeling between my thighs, I closed my eyes and turned away to the darkened window.

Yvain looked back at her male companion. They seemed to be speaking to each other with their eyes, although I couldn't distinguish for the life of me what they were saying.

I for one did not want to be seen. If I could disappear into the night, I would have been willing. I moved to the window and pressed my forehead against the cool glass, feeling a choking sob beginning to form in the pit of my throat. I sniffled, and swallowed phelgm, my shoulders rising and falling slowly. I didn't quite know what to make of the situation.

"We have a real problem on our hands,"I heard Yvain say aloud. And then, I heard her footsteps begin to fade off as she made her way toward the enthroned Princess. The two began a series of mutterings that I could not quite decipher from my standing.

And then, in a rush of emotion, I turned about so suddenly that I almost smacked the side of my head against the glass of the window and threw myself at Amneris' feet. They both, she and Yvain, regarded me with cruel outrage and surprise.

"I don't like to bow to ANYONE," I admitted proudly. "But if this what I must do to get your attention Amneris, well then, I shall throw myself on my knees again and again. "

The two women looked at each other, then back at me, Yvain with her eyebrow raised.

"I desire to know. I NEED to know. The answer to my question." I looked back at Amneris, tears cascading down my cheeks. I sucked in a long breath of air through my lungs, my throat feeling tight and dry, but the words on my tongue at the ready.

"Are you so consumed in the beast within your flesh that you cannot truly see the woman before you? Are you so driven into madness that you cannot retain the fact that there is someone that truly loves you for you, and that that person is kneeling at your feet like some mortal sinner begging for forgiveness from their God ?"

Then my tone softened, I even reached to take her hand and squeeze it tightly. Again, she was cold as ice...her face hard as stone.

"I know you have been through plenty Amneris, " I continued, "And you have yet to really explain to me your own circumstances. But...this isn't you baby! This isn't you! Call it intuition, but I just know that there is a part of you that yearns to be freed from your own beast! What became of the Princess that bestowed such starving kisses on my lips, the one who sent embers surging through me, the one that touched my blackened heart and soul like no other?" I sighed and glanced at the floor.

"You don't...even know of it all Amneris. There is far more to my life than you can imagine.There is far more to you than I can imagine. So why don't we discover each other together? Why do you resist?"

The Princess pressed her lips tightly together, looking down at me, while Countess Yvain and the stranger huddled together nearby, watching on.

"If I ever gave you the impression...that I was only after you for...steaming unorthodox sex then let me assure you, there is far more to my affections than that.Tell me Amneris, darling, what do I need to do to make you level with me? You are no higher than I am, mind that you are are in a throne and Iam on my knees. We are both of powerful royal lineage and yet...within these past moments you have treated me worse than a street beggar."

And then, I buried my face into my hands and wept. It wasn't an act or performance, it was an expression of my genuine despair. Through my tears, I choked out the question I so needed to know,

"Do you love me Princess Amneris? Can you ever love again? ANSWER ME!"

A Pleasure...

Author: Vampiress Violet

Date: 07-21-04 06:14

"I'm now known as Belladonna," she explained as she took Violet's offered hand. "But was once called Belle Phillips." She sees the recognition in Violet's eyes.

"So," Belle continued without letting go of Violet's hand. "While you are quite right that we have never met, we do have something important in common. Before she and I became Kindred, Laura von Hoeffner was my best friend."

Violet made no move to withdraw her hand from Belladonna's hand. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you Belle. I do appologize for Laura's behavior at the previous sanctuary. Her first day as one of us, was rather eventful, and I was a bit careless of her needs in the beginning. But, I assure you that has changed."

Violet's gaze swept the parlor once more, before returning darkened orbs upon Belle's features. "I do hope you realize that my intentions are not to keep Laura from you, now that she is kindred. You are a tie to her mortal life, and I have a feeling you will still be a strong tie to her even in this life. But, by no means am I giving her up...that will never happen."

Violet's words left no room for argument from the vampiress. She had lost too much in her time as a vampire to easily let go of something that had finally become a source of constant happiness within her life.

Greeting the guests

Author: Vampiress Narcissa

Date: 07-21-04 08:11

She moved out of her room, feeling well sated from the feast of the Asian girl that Sutter and Samantha so generously offered to her. It was almost as if she could still smell the scent of the now dead girl laying in the room which was only a few doors down from her own, and was curious to know why Briant had not removed the body yet. She stopped, and looked towards the door which was now closed and paused with a curious brow raised as she spoke to herself.

"Weird. I figured Briant would have taken that body out of there by now."

She shrugged, as if it were no big deal thinking perhaps Sutter and Samantha had some strange ritual after each feeding, something that was not so foreign to her. While she was in England with Guillaume he told her about some sects of kindred that had their ways about feeding, ritualistic ceremonies that would invite the gods to participate in feedings with them. Sounded rather Satanic in her eyes, but to each his own. The world was a huge place filled with vast numbers, each coming from their own cultures. To her, to feed was more personal then that, keeping it quiet and laying low as not to be discovered, following suit with her sire was discreet in his own hunger. But it did make her curious to know what kind of ritual Sutter was going to have with this body, and perhaps she would sneek a peek when he and his lover returned to their suite later.

Now changed and washed from the feeding, she moved down the stairs, taking each one quietly as her booted feet pounded against the rug covered wooden steps, spilling out into a main hallways with the library, parlor, dining areas and various other rooms to either side. It was there she heard the voice of a familiar, someone whom she had missed when Guillaume scooped her up and slipped them both away to Europe. It was the voice of Violet. She stepped into the doorway and merely stood, crossing her arms across her chest and confirming the voice was of that whom she suspected. It was Violet, speaking with Belle...and the name Laura came up. She blinked as she silently listened, her visage apparent to any who might see her standing in the low parlor light, wondering how Belle would take her best friend becoming kindred as well. And so she only stood, the light blush from a fresh meal still in her cheeks, waiting for opportunity to greet her friend.

Family Business

Author: Vampiress Belladonna

Date: 07-21-04 09:38

Belladonna smiled and shrugged slightly as Violet explained her actions with Laura.

"Don't worry about it," Belladonna shook her head genially in response to her guest's concerns. "It would have never even crossed my mind that you had any ill intentions regarding Laura. Nor is it any of my business; she is your Chylde. But we're all Kindred now, so I can't imagine there being any issue."

Belladonna took another sip of bloodwine as she settled back onto the arm of the sofa. Her face retained its sincerely amicable mein, but a certain precision of her tone suggested her next comments were designed as more than friendly conversation.

"And you're right, of course... the incident with the policeman at the old lake house was unfortunate. It certainly contributed to the need to abandon the last Sanctuary, but you two are no more to blame than anyone else. It was just one of many such incidents. You know, Lord Guillaume himself even captured a cop and used her blood to awaken his new Chylde!

"It's something about America. Dahlia's pointed it out to me many times, and I myself noticed that the Kindred in crowded Europe are far more cautious. Over here, in these vast forests, endless mountains and bustling but anonymous cities, it feels like you can do anything.

"But we can't fall into that trap. We have to be especially careful now, after what happened at the old manor. You know, Briant only exterminated one of the two officers whose investigation almost discovered us. His partner is still out there. Dahlia has even learned her name... Ava Montgomery... and she got her picture through a warlock with connections at Interpol. I suggested we get rid of her, but Dahlia pointed out that another mysterious death or disappearance of a police officer connected with that case would probably lead to a massive investigation we do not want to confront. So we must do nothing regarding this Officer Montgomery except be quietly and subtly vigilant."

The room had fallen silent, as much in response to the tone of Belladonna's voice as to her warnings.

"It's a shame, too," Belladonna chuckled to try to lighten the mood. "I've seen that picture of Ava Montgomery. She looks yummy!"

Warm Return

Author: Bianca The Bloody

Date: 07-21-04 10:56

Bianca reached a bar, from which the sweet smell of blood had been coming. She walked in the door and all eyes seemed to watch her, but for a few seconds, as the door closed behind her. She moved gracefully through the crowded bar towards the back and took a seat. She decided to let dinner come to her tonight.

She saw a man, sitting at the bar, who was keeping a watchful eye on her. She smiled at him...a warm inviting smile. He smiled back and slid slowly off the barstool. Coming closer to her, he saw just how beautifully exotic she really was. Bianca could smell the death on him. It wasn't recent death, but it was something he had gotten away with long ago.

"Hello..." he said timidly. Murderers usually aren't very timid. Perhaps Bianca was more intimidating than she had imagined. Placing her hand on her chest she looked up at the man.

"Good evening..." she said. Bianca patted the seat next to her, inviting him to sit with her. He paused a moment, then sat next to her. She smiled at him, keeping her mouth shut. Raising an eyebrow she inched closer to him. "I'm Elisa..." she said, giving him a fake name.

"Name's Tyler..." he said smiling at her. Tyler...God...she though.I haven't heard that name since high school...

"And how old are you, Tyler?" she asked, making small talk...waiting for the precise moment to strike. He was a good looking man...not irresistable, but good looking.

"I'm 26...and you?" he asked.

"Older than you think..." she said laughing a little, making sure to conceal her fangs for the moment.

"Like what? You only look about 19..." He was correct in that she was 19 when she was sired...but 7 years had gone by.

"I've existed for 27 years..." He looked a little confused by the way she answered his question, but he wasn't complaining. He thought she was beautiful! "Listen, Tyler, what do you say you and I leave this place and go somewhere quiet?" she asked, getting right to the point. She was tired of waiting, and she wanted to return to Davis back at the manor.

"Sure...where to?" he asked, getting up, extending his hand to her.

"Oh, anywhere...I have no preference. I only came here for you..." she said smiling. Tyler thought this was a line so he went with it. But she was telling the truth. She smelled the evil on this man before she even got into town. Bianca took his hand and they left the bar together. She held onto his hand and led him down the street, about a block. No one was about, as it was very late, and the alley they were in front of looked like as good a place as any. She lightly pushed him backward.

"Woah...Elisa, I just met you..." he said. Was this a reformed murderer? What kind of evil man has morals!

"Yes...but I know all about you...I feel I've known you all my life, Tyler. Three years ago, wasn't it? You killed your girlfriend and dumped your infant child into the river. You were never caught for it, were you?" she read this all from his mind as flashes of the scene ran through his head.

"How did you know that?" he asked, sweat beginning to form on his forehead.

"I know many things, my dear...but let us not worry with such things. I want you..." She pushed him back against the wall and kissed his lips fiercely. There was little resistance at first, then he gave into her blood kisses. She allowed for a few droplets of blood to leak into his mouth, if only to lure him in. His hand reached down and found the hem of her skirt, and moved between her legs, to find she was not wearing panties of any sort. A sigh of excitement escaped his lungs. Caressing her inner folds, he found his way inside of her. Bianca groaned in the pleasure she had been receiving.

She reached her hands down and began to unbutton his trousers, letting them fall to his ankles. She stroked his swelling member gently before wrapping her leg around his waist and allowing him deep inside her. She moved her body up and down his hardened shaft faster and faster. This was the right moment to take him.

She turned his head and kissed his neck gently, before sinking her teeth into his warm flesh. He moaned in great pleasure, not even noticing that she had begun to take away his nectar for living. She pulled the blood from him faster and faster and she rocked harder and harder on him. He had reached his climax and was just allowing for her to finish...little did he know that when she finished, he would no longer be living.

The last of his blood came just as she peaked to ultimate ecstacy. Bianca eased off his now limp cock and allowed for him to fall to the ground. She licked the remainder of his blood off her lips, then bent down to dress him. She sat him up and examined the puncture wounds in his neck. Taking a single droplet of her own blood after biting her tongue, she rubbed it over the wound. It slowly healed, but not fully. Why this happened, she wasn't sure? It used to work so well...

Bianca hurried back to the bar and bought a bottle of their cheapest beer. She left the bar and poured half of the bottle out and took the rest back to Tyler. As rigor mortis was beginning to set in, she cupped his hand around the bottle and waited for it to set. Now he merely looked as if he drank himself to death. It was more work than she normally did in getting rid of her evidence, but it worked.

Bianca stood and gave a sigh of relief. She actually felt better. She had had her fill of blood for the night and she was ready to return to her love. Bianca hurried back to the manor, and as she entered, Briant greeted her.

"Good evening, Bianca...I trust you found the evening well?" he said, giving a slight bow.

"Indeed I did, Briant...thank you. Have you seen Davis?" she asked, as Briant shut the door behind her.

"I believe he's in your room..." he said. Bianca placed her hand gently on his arm and bowed her head slightly in thanks. Ignoring the group that had begun to gather in the parlor, she went straight to the stairs and climbed all the way up to her room.

She found the door and entered to see Davis sitting by the window, alone. Bianca leaned against the door and smiled. "Why so glum, my love?"

A Gift

Author: Sutter Kane

Date: 07-21-04 17:28

After seeing Narcissa safely to her suite, Sutter returned in haste to his own. He found Samantha leaning against one of the bedposts at the end of the bed looking at the corpse of the Asian girl, her back to him. Yet even from this angle he took a moment to admire her form beneath the lightly colored sundress she wore, and as he eyes lingered over her hips, on down to her legs he had to take a moment and collect himself.

And it was as Sutter had thought earlier, procuring a new offering was a simple enough matter; especially when Samantha "guided" them in his direction and he opened with, "Want some candy little girl?" The Asian girl had indeed been a sweet child when she had first been taken three days ago, and although she had been taken and brought along as an offering to the Mistress of the Manor, Narcissa's need had been greater.

"What are you planning on doing with the girls body my love?" Samantha asked when she heard him coming across the carpet. "Is it going to be like what you did with that Asian boy? Using the heart in that ritual to seal the pact you made with Malbosha to become a Soul-Rapier?"

He smiled at her from behind as he closed the distance to her. When he reached her once more he placed his hands upon her lower abdomen, yet well above paradise, and pressed her against him and enveloped her in his dark embrace. After gently kissing her gently upon then neck he said, "I plan on using her heart and the rest of her as well for many things. But unfortunately I do need to wait at least an hour before I can begin my ministrations with her physically. The taste is just not the same unless rigor has begun to set in. Now come my love," he said as he started to pull her away from the bed, "we must not be anti-social as we still have yet to meet the Mistress of the Manor."

~~oOo~~

"It's a shame, too, I've seen that picture of Ava Montgomery. She looks yummy!" A voice said in the quiet room.

"Did someone say 'Ava Montgomery?'" Sutter asked in a robust tone of voice.

Sutter entered the parlor in a Armani suit that was of such a deep blue that it was almost black. Under this he had on a crispy white collared shirt with a blood red tie and matching kerchief in the outer breast pocket. He was tall, handsome and was completely at ease as he entered the parlor both set and secure in his relaxed southern style. Looking over the assembly of Kindred he passed all over with out so much a second thought until he saw Narcissa, and nodded to her with his customary charming smile. Then his hauntingly intense gaze continued to scan the room until he saw her, and then he started moving forward once more armed only with his razor smile, cutting to the bone.

Samantha sinuously glided next to him as if her feet were not touching the floor and she had her arm in the crook of his. Her face, framed in the mass of curls created by her golden auburn hair, was flawless in its beauty as her fair skin glistened with an inner glow that spoke of strength, dignity, poise and self-confidence. Her gown was a long, single piece that covered her from neck to ankle and was made of the finest silk direct from Japan. The silk had be woven into a magnificent piece that slightly hugged her every curve and gave enough of a hint to the eye to make the mind wonder at the forbidden fruit hidden just beneath the sheer silver fabric. Versachi's people had expertly tailored this very gown and several others to her nimble muscles and her incredibly lithe form. However, this very gown had thirty-five genuine one-carrot diamonds sown into the bodice as the did one or two of the others. Yet those gowns had different stones.

"I say again, did someone say Ava Montgomery?"

All eyes turned and looked at the couple as they continued to enter the parlor. But Sutter paid them all no mind for his was set on a certain lady who had settled back onto the arm of the sofa. As his strides carried him forward in unfailing confidence he gave to her his very best winning simile that was laced with just the right amount of southern charm.

"Belladonna I presume� a gift from the House of Kane to you." He said as he presented to her an oblong box that was wrapped beautifully with a long lace bow.

She just sat there a moment not moving and looked into his eyes, weighing him. Sutter knew he was being judged as the weight of her eyes settled squarely into his own eyes. Yet he refused to give even a hint of uncertainty; for such things were beneath his dignity and pride. After a moment his smile broadened and it was then that Belladonna took the box and opened it. What she found was a beautiful bracelet of heavy gold, inlaid with twelve large rubies.

When Belladonna looked back up at him once more, he did not acknowledge the bracelet, instead he said, "My name is Sutter Kane and this is my consort, Samantha Bouvier. And we are pleased to make your acquaintance."

Never once from the moment they both entered the room did the smiles they both possessed leave their faces.

Feverish unto death

Author: Princess Amneris HathorRa

Date: 07-21-04 19:22

I find some way to resurface only to see that I may not even be in possession of my body.

Something else seemed to be speaking for me and through me. I wake up and feel so chained and oppressed.

Its a feeling that someone or thing has invaded this shell, I call my body and has begun to be me.

In the mists of sub conscious I gaze at the back of a strange dark form that inhabits me. Some sort of dark, unpiercable fog that breathes and emits pure fury and hatred.

"Gods! Is that me?" I ask myself, my voice croaking and dry.

I look through the same eyes as this ominous presence and I see....

Is it?....

My God! Its Varsuviya!...

She's on her knees before me, her face contorted with some inner pain, some inner turmoil. She's...she's been hurt. My God, she's crying!

I stare, feeling weak and I seem to hear the dark fog mocking me. I feel so so weak.

Darkness threatens to close over my vision. I don't know but I can't succumb to this.

"Do you love me Princess Amneris? Can you ever love again? ANSWER ME!"

The words burst thru only as faint echos.

I turn and try to distinguis them.

I can't even hear that good.

Am I a prisoner in my own body? What the hell is going on?

"Do you love me Princess Amneris? Can you ever love again? ANSWER ME!"

I strain my ears. I strain my ears and....I hear....

"Do you love me Princess Amneris? Can you ever love again? ANSWER ME!"

My God, Viya thinks that I don't love her.

I nearly scream. The dark fog presses against me and mocks me. A voice whispers.

'Now you really mustn't interfere with what I am doing. Lie down and just die!'

now my head is thundering with laughter. Cruel, hard laughter!

I summon strength from somewhere deep within and quickly gain control of my own mouth.

"Varsuviya! I DO, DARLING, I DO! I DO LOVE YOU!!!" I scream, my body convulsing wildly from the throne. I feel crowded; as though i'm a prisoner in my own body.

Yvain and the handsom gentleman look at me with worry and fear. Viya stares at me, her eyes wild and confused; love and concern glazing them.

"MY GOD!!!!" I scream, my normally dark velvet voice; thundering and rough.

"CAN'T YOU ALL SEE I'M...I'M VERY, VERY ILL? SOMEONE HEL.....HEL..HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I'm loosing control of my command over speech! The world tips and the ceiling meets the floor quickly.

I never felt myself hit the floor. The darkness croweded over me quickly, lulling me deeply and quickly into a dark and inky sleep.

The last thing I see before slipping away is Varsuviya's horror stricken face and.... the most grotesque...

The leering face of Count Vladmir Lucarda, Vladira's uncle!

Demons Consume Us Both

Author: Countess Varsuviya Ignatious

Date: 07-21-04 21:53

The scene played out as if from some disturbing horror film.

I kept my place on my knees with the tears in my eyes looking up at the Princess as her once cold as stone face took on an array of different contorted expressions. First, she seized her chest, then the back of her head, muttering nothingness to herself. I glanced at Yvain and the handsome stranger, as they regarded her from a distance, as if terrifed of her. She could scarely speak properly, she kept aimlessely fidgeting and squirming about, and when she finally opened her eyes to look at me, there were wide rings of white surrounding her darkened pupils. The demon within her was eating her alive, controlling her, making her obey its every command and whim.

Amneris put up a courageous battle, struggling to ward off the monster inside of her, but it took so much wasted effort on her part that she began to lose touch with reality, more so than before, and she continued to fidget....her voice coming out in choked, gruff, demonic grunts as opposed to her ever beautiful husky voice.

She was falling apart. Falling apart before my eyes against an enemy that none of us could see! Falling apart whilst I remained on my knees clutching her silk robe and staring up at her in morbid fascination, as if I were some blind woman who had finally been granted the ability to see. I wanted to call out to her, but the sobs that were wracking me constricted my vocal cords, so that my mouth and throat felt as dry as parchment.

I saw Yvain take a step forward, but then she retreated back to her place with the stranger. The Princess was struggling to gain control of her voice, trying desperately to cry out, but when she did manage to tame the demon within enough to speak....it wasn't even words spewing from those beautiful lips. Her phrases came in echoing growls from deep within her throat, she kept clutching at her chest and the air, screaming as if in agony.

And then...she uttered the words I never thought I'd live to hear her say again.

"Varsuviya! I DO, DARLING, I DO! I DO LOVE YOU!!!"

Her body was furiously convulsing as if her flesh had been set aflame but those words were lucid and understandable. It was as if God himself had granted my earnest wish and desire, to make this woman love me, however unworthy we both were of his graces. We were of the damned after all.

Had the circumstances been different, I would have run into her arms and kissed her hard, but she was not at all herself. I had to get a grip on myself and stop letting my own demon....the one that knew only of promiscious and hedonistic things...dictate what I should do!

But I could not command my voice. My lips are sealed, my body as solid as marble, my only true feeling was the hot, sweet pulsating throb between my thighs. Although I try to fight it, the lust demon is undaunting in its own determination to make me its slave once again. I sit there soundlessly, trying to ignore the panging between my legs, my eyes fixtated on the enthroned Princess who is actually, halfway out of her seat.

"MY GOD!!!!" She screeched, her eyes wild and feral looking.

"Amneris!" Yvain calls out again to her. "What the hell is going on? What is happening to you? Please! Tell me!"

"She can hardly piece together a comprehendible sentence, so what makes you think she'll actually be able to give you a fucking synopsis about what's wrong with her?" I snapped suddenly, in a fit of rage. I really didn't mean to explode on Yvain that way, I knew that her words had spewed from genuine worry and concern for the Princess, her dear friend, but I had completely disregarded that.

"The woman before us all isn't even Amneris you stupid fool!" I spat out, my blue eyes ablaze. "And its all your fault, your fault! This is the second time this has happened! When she collapsed the first time I had wanted to stay with her...but you insisted on taking her away from me! I could have helped her! I wanted to help her! I loved her then and I love her now! And make no mistake about it....she's just admitted that she loves me! And there is nothing....NOTHING you or ANYBODY else can do to change that! And if you do.....or anyone...try anything....I'll slice your throats so help me God!"

And then, as if consumed myself I sprung up from my position on the floor and flew at Yvain, my nails out in front of me like some vicious animal about to attack its helpless prey. But I soon discovered that she was not at all helpless. She seized my wrists in a double grip and with unbelieveable strength she threw me against the blood red wall paper. I dropped on my knees....I saw stars, and clutched at my forehead, cursing aloud.

And then, a loud THUMP! I looked up at my beloved Amneris on the floor, motionless. I scream a scream that slices through the air.

I moved to her side and take her lovely face into my palms. She was cold, as if a dead body that rigor mortis had already set into. Her eyes were closed, her lips were slightly parted, and there was a trickle of blood spewing from a fresh wound in the bottom of her lip.

I could feel the eyes of both our companions on me....especially the vengeful glare of Yvain, who I had just attacked. For a split moment, my lust demon had become a violent controller. I decided i would try to reconcile with her at a later time.

"Amneris!" I alas had full control of myself.

She did not reply.

I tried to pick her up and lay her down on her bed but she was extrodinarily heavy!

"Fuck"! I screeched, then called out for the stranger to help me carry her to the disheveled bed of satin and lace.

I looked down at the Princess's face....at her closed eyes, at the thick blood oozing from her lip as a result of her tumble. Her forehead was bruised from the hardness of her fall. I leaned closer. Closer. So that had she been conscious she would have felt my breath on her face.

"I love you," I whispered to her, taking her hand and squeezing it. "I don't know if you can hear me darling, but...if you were to die on me tonight....I...I don't know what I'd do. Please...please...come back to me. You must fight this wicked creature inside of yourself and be the royal, dignified Egyptian woman you once were. Do both of our ancestors proud! I know you can do it Amneris......I know you can....but you must try harder! This is indeed a powerful adversary."

And then, after a moment's pause, I pressed my lips against hers, tasting for the second time the sweetness of her own natural nectar. When I sat up again, there were trickles of my own tears sprinkled on her cold cheeks.

I sat back on my knees and waited.

Wanting to go

Author: Hampton Culver

Date: 07-22-04 08:43

Hampton felt something shaking him. It was not the rough shaking that he had recently experienced, but more like that of a mother waking her child. He could almost imagin a soft voice calling to him to wake up and get ready for school. But no, that was not what it was at all. The fog lifted partly from his mind and he could hear it more clearly now if not far off.

Someone wanted to know if he was ok.

He groaned. Was he ok? His body was sore. His mouth was dry. He was cold.

Slowly his hand moved up to his neck. He knew he needed to stop the blood that was flowing from there, and yet�..nothing. Surely he had not imagined it all, but where was the opening that bitch had made on his throat? Hampton trailed his hand up his check to his forehead. Surely there would be a mark there, but just like on his throat there was only smooth skin.

He opened his eyes and saw an inquisitive woman leaning over him that he didn't recognize. Hampton wasn't sure if he was all right or not. "I, I, I," he stammered. "I don't know."

He suddenly felt very aware of his state of dress and tried to cover his exposed penis with a hand and sat up. Which was too quickly done and made his brain feel like it was floating inside his skull.

With the other hand he reached out for his pants and struggled to pull the on without flashing this woman again. She was however nice enough to at least pretend not to notice just how "out there" he was and steadied him by holding on to his shoulder.

What was a nice gestured though was not what Hampton really wanted. He pulled away from her. He had a sudden urge for a cigarette which he retrieved from the dashboard and quickly lighted. The smoke warmed his lungs as he inhaled deeply before blowing it out through his nose.

The area was a mess with various articles of men and women's clothing. Thus unless Hampton had a thing for wearing women's underwear meant that someone else had been there and now was missing.

"I'm not sure what happened. I had come up here with a friend to show her the view, and we were attacked."

He took another long pull from the cigarette, the tip illuminating a face that right now he wanted to hide.

The woman seemed interested by what he had just said and began to ask many questions, who, what they looked like, was there someone else that had been with him, who that person was. Hampton wished she would let him be alone for a moment.

Hampton only knew her as "Amber" which he said so, but he did not know the attackers. He refused to say that he had been waylaid by women, and did not mention it as so. When she was more insistent on what the persons that did this looked like it was all that Hampton could stand.

"Look, I just got my ass kicked. I don't know who they were and I really think I just need to go home." He began collecting the clothing strung about, "and I would suggest you do also before they come back."

Hold it...

Author: Ava Montgomery

Date: 07-22-04 09:15

"You aren't going anywhere sir. I suggest you put your hands on the roof of your car and keep them there."

"Yeah, like thats going to happen. I am going home, taking a long hot shower and forgetting about this whole thing."

I pulled my badge out from my back pocket and unholstered my gun. My cell phone still didn't have any service, so I would have to go this alone. Damn I hated cells sometimes. Gently I raised it in the direction of the man getting in the car. He was defiantely beat up, but I couldn't be sure he wasn't a decoy and part of the whole plain to rape and kill a young woman. It already looked obvious that this Amber was missing, how could I be sure he wasn't part of it.

"Like I said before, put your hands on the roof sir."

"Holy shit, where were you like five minutes ago."

"Spread your legs and place your hands on your head. No sudden moves."

I moved towards the man, who said his name was Hampton. I kept my gun pointed straight at him, not faultering at all. It felt good being back on "patrol." Maybe when this whole mess was over with I would ask to be reassigned to a street patrol position. The man was hesitant, and I was afraid he would bolt, but he didn't. I slowly handcuffed him and pushed him away from the car.

"If you are telling the truth, I apologize now, but for right now, all I want to get is the truth, so come on."

"What are you doing? I'm not going in there."

"Yes you are."

Hampton struggled a little bit, but with the handcuffs on, it didn't take long for him to settle down. I grabbed the med kit and my emergency kit and Hampton and I started our way through the woods. It was hard to keep all the kits and Hampton in check, so I threw the med kit over Hampton's shoulder. At least this way, we would be able to find Amber, maybe. I hoped this girl was alive. Not only could it be his only chance at an alibi, it might also be his downfall. Maybe that is why he is reluctant to go into the woods.

"Say why don't you care what happens to this Amber."

"Its not that I don't care, I just don't know what else to do. They told me if I called the cops, that she would die. What would you do?"

"Call the cops. Unless they bugged you, they wouldn't know. You are just a coward."

We continued moving deeper into the woods. I could hear wolves off in the distance, and so along with my gun, I grabbed for my mace. My flashlight, illuminated the night, but in the deep forest it wasn't much help. All I could do is go with my gut, and hope a bear or wolf went for the guy first.