Extending Relationships Continued

Author: Cassandra Belmont

Date: 08-01-04 09:15

Cassandra really wasn't certain how long she stood there in silence, but realized by the looks on the faces of her other companions that it must have been quite a while. Instead, she remained silent as she quietly listened to the conversation between Mistress Belladonna and Bianca.

"So, Belladonna, Cassandra," Bianca's voice dropped huskily. "Perhaps the four of us could... get together some night?"

Cassandra looked up as if snapping out of a trance and let out a small sly smile. She knew what that meant, and she certainly was not going to say no. Bianca was a rare beauty with an incredibly kind heart, and just the thought of touching Belladonna in the most private places sent a tingle up her spine. Oh yes, she loved her dear Varsuviya more than anything in the world, but Cassandra thought it was about time she had a little fun of her own. After all, if her lover could spend a night of passion with Princess Amneris, could she not do the same with the Mistress of the Kiss?

She carefully looked over at Belladonna to notice the expression on her face. She couldn't tell what she was thinking, but then she began to speak, and Cassandra carefully listened to her every word.

"That's a kind invitation, Bianca," Belladonna replied softly, her words like honey to Cassandra's ears. She really was an extraordinary woman.

"And I hope Cassandra won't think me too forward if I agree that I would welcome the opportunity to come to know her that well. I already recognize that we are honored by her presence in this manor," she finished off.

Cassandra was uncertain if she wanted to show any reaction as Belladonna flashed her a glance. Oh, she was more than willing to get to know the Mistress better, very very willing! Yet there were still certain things that concerned her. Had she not lectured her own lover about lying around with other members of the manor? It had broken her heart when she had discovered what Varsuviya had done behind her back, what if she did the same to her by spending one night with her newfound friends?

Yet there was something else. Varsuviya had told her soon afterwards that she did it because she had a "sickness." She had done it because when she wanted something, she had to have it, regardless of who it may harm. And, in all fairness, it was Cassandra's turn to have some fun now. Varsuviya had surely had some with Amneris. Cassandra also knew that she had to have this.. if she didn't, she would regret it everytime she laid eyes on one of her companions.

She jumped as she felt a warming touch against her bare arm. When she gazed up and noticed it was Belladonna's fingers, she felt that warm tingle all over her body. She gently smiled, and lost all sense of shyness that she had held towards this woman before.

"My dear Belladonna" she replied, still relishing in the feeling of her fingers against her bare flesh. "Whyever would I think you too forward, my dear? I would be.. delighted.. to get to know you better."

And with that, she sneakily touched Belladonna's fingers with her own, sexily yet rather slyly running them down the upper half of her side before letting her hand dangle down her mistress's side once again.

"And Bianca, Davis" she said, turning to face them both. "Let me not exclude you from the fun! I think its a wonderful idea to get to know everybody here better. I know I would certainly enjoy it" she said, that wonderful seductive smile returning to her lips once again, which Bianca seemed to return.

Yet there were, in fact, two other companions there that evening that Cassandra had kind of excluded until now. They had been introduced as Sutter and Samantha, if she remembered correctly. Both were rather good looking as well. Sutter had a certain spark about him, a distinctive twinkle in his eyes that made him look attractive to any woman that laid her eyes on him. As for Samantha, she certainly wasn't ugly either. Cassandra offered the both of them a friendly smile and suddenly had an idea.

"But, my dear companions" Cassandra began once again. "What of our newer friends? Surely they should be involved in the "fun" too?" she asked playfully. Oh, Bianca and Belladonna may not have thought she knew what they were suggesting, but she did, and she knew more as well. She silenced herself again, keeping that oh so suggestive smile plastered on her face. She wanted to hear what her companions would have to say about this.

***

In Through The Open Door

Author: Sutter Kane

Date: 08-01-04 16:08

"But my dear companions, what of our newer friends? Surely they should be involved in the "fun" too?"

Sutter knew exactly what kind of "fun" Cassandra meant, the only way he could not have known is if was dead, and he had already been dead once before some time ago and therefore did not wish to relive the experience. Yet as he looked at Cassandra, then to Belladonna, Bianca and then Davis; he smiled broadly. And then he did it, he turned his seductively blue eyes and laid them completely upon Cassandra once more, looking deeply into her eyes as he spoke. His every word heavily laced with the unhurried, gentlemanly southern charm he had honed to razor perfection.

And all the while as he spoke to Cassandra, he never let go of her eyes�

" "Fun you say? How indeed it would be "fun" to experience a rare delight such as you with passion desire, and fleshly abandon where the loss of consciousness would only be the beginning such carnal releases."

Sutter let the girl take in what he had just said for a quick moment and then let his predatory gaze shift and affixed his seductively blue eyes onto Bianca, and never let her eyes go from his.

"And what a magnificent beauty you are as well, and so forward as to have suggested the entire topic to begin with, yet something tells me your chosen partner would not be so happy if another man, another vampire, were to take and ravish you at your most intimate embrace Bianca�"

Sutter then turned his gaze upon Davis for a brief moment. Turning away from Davis, Sutter placed his gaze upon the eyes of the Mistress of Crimson Kiss Manor; Belladonna.

"And now the beautiful Belladonna. A true model of attractiveness, poise and grace if ever I did see such and example. And yes, the very opportunity of an evening with such exquisiteness such as you would delight I'm sure.

Samantha could not help herself as she stated to laugh. She had been on the receiving end of this very delightful verbal assault on many occasions and could just guess what was running through the minds of the ladies before her. "Sinfully delicious isn't he ladies." She said with a smile upon her lips as she looked at the ladies before her.

Sutter continued, this time looking at the group as a whole. "And how we would truly love to participate in the extra curricular escapades that will undoubtedly be happening soon, yet we must graciously decline your very kind offer. And I am sure Davis will have everything well in hand as he entertains three such wonderfully evocative vixens such as yourselves."

Sutter then turned to look at the Mistress once more and said, "Perhaps when time permits we can speak on that mutual friend we have in common." Sill looking into Belladonna's eyes with his own, Sutter smiled boyishly as he tilted his head slightly to the side.

***

Tired

Author: Damiana

Date: 08-02-04 07:47

First one thing and then another had gone almost exactly the wrong way. The mess in the parlor with Narcissa, Rob's withdrawal and then...this abortive hunt. The little game she and Laura had been playing with the mortal man and his girlfriend hadn't gone well at all, and Damiana found herself bored and tired. And now, there was this girl. Who was she and why was she out in the woods? And armed? She was probably the driver of the other vehicle that Dami had heard coming up the road, causing her and Laura to run off to the wolves with what was left of the mortal girl, but where was the man? Damiana sniffed the night air...yes, there it was...the smell of fresh blood that was exciting the wolves. She'd stopped to help him, and he'd beaten her for it. Damiana smiled, with the bites he had suffered tonight, and the essence that both she and Laura had infused into his blood, he'd certainly pay for that...she'd see to it. "Let's take her back to the Manor, Laura. She dosen't look at all in a bad way...but I'll bet she'd enjoy a bath."

Laura laughed, throaty and low. "I'll bet she would...but with who?" Grinning widely, she bent to pick the girl up.

"Laura...the gun!"

With what looked like an incredible effort of will, the dazed girl swung the pisol around and fired it directly into Laura's stomach. "You bitch!" The wounded Vampiress howled, leaping for the mortal girl with her hands knotted into claws. It was all Damiana could do to keep the other Vampiress off the girl. Finally she managed to wrest her away and pin her to the ground.

"Laura! Listen to me. You need to go back to the Manor, do you understand me? Go to the Manor and get Briant, I'll take care of things here."

"That bitch shot me!"

"I know, I saw it. Now get up and go back to the Manor!"

"She shot me!"

"Do you have any idea what could happen if those wolves got a taste of your blood?"

Laura got very quiet. Finally, "No." She said, in a very small voice.

"Go back to the Manor and find Briant. I'm sure he'll know what to do, okay?"

"Okay."

Damiana let the other Vampiress up and watched her limp off through the woods. It was disturbing, to say the least, watching the eager look enter the eyes of the wolf-pack each time she stumbled or paused. Finally, Laura was out of sight, and Damiana began to turn over the earth where the Vampiress' blood had fallen with her hands, which at present were the only thing she had to work with. If the wolves wanted the blood enough to abandon Amber's corpse and dig for it, let them have it. After all, it could be that nothing would happen. Finally satisfied that no blood lay pooled around for any opportunists to simply lap up, Damiana turned back to the mortal girl. She was still groggily waving the gun around. "Stop that, I'm not going to hurt you, although I really am starting to want to." The girl kept the gun pointed right at Dami. "I said stop that. Better yet," she said, using her very lightest touch with the girl, gently and unobtrusively manipulating her mind, playing on her desire to be cared for. It was the deepest desire of all of them, to go back to a time and place when everygthing was taken care of for you, when life was simple and easy and always pleasant. "I think that maybe you'd better just give that to me. Come on then, hand it over." The girl did as told. "Bless the Chinese..." Damiana sighed, remembering the Vampiress who had taught her so much about what she could do, if she worked at developing the talent to its fullest. And lived long enough. "You're a very good girl you know," Dami said to the mortal woman as she tucked the gun into her belt, "In your situation, most mortals would have completely forgotten they had a gun in thier hands; or, if they didn't forget, would have made the mistaken assumption that the wolves were the biggest threat and wasted all of thier bullets on the pack. And although it would please Laura to no end to think that I let these wolves tear you apart alive...well, if you are as good a girl as you seem, I'm sure some better use can be found for you." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a sudden blurred movement as one of the younger, bolder wolves; thinking that the real threat had left with Laura, darted in to snap at the girl lying on the gorund. "Leave off!" Damiana snarled at it, putting all of the frustrations and dissapointments of the evening into her voice. The wolves cowered back, whining; the "brave" young male with his belly on the ground and tail between his legs. She sighed. "Come along, whoever you are...I think we've outstayed our welcome. Lucky for us...well, not particularly lucky for you I guess," she said, as she lifted the strange girl in her arms and began carrying ther through the woods and back to the Manor, "someone else who outstayed his welcome left quite a bit of women's clothes, his own clothes and even the wallet in his pants pocket to be found around your car. Which means no one's going to come looking for us. Oh they may look for you, your body that is, but they'll look for him first." She smirked. "He deserves every bit of hell he gets for beating you like this. Honestly, some of them should never be let out of the house!" The girl in her arms moaned. "Shhh, lovely...we're almost there."

Thinking of the other company likely to be in the parlor, Damiana sidled up to the Manor along the rockface, rather than parading up the long drive the way she ordinarily would have. She was looking for a side or a back door, and was relieved (but not surprised) when she saw Briant waiting for her next to a small dark entrance that looked like part of the mountain. "Laura?" She asked him.

"Is fine, and resting."

Damiana smiled, a brief upward twitch of one corner of her lips. "I didn't mean to bring trouble down upon us so soon. I'll take full responsibility for this, I am the older of the two of us, and really, I should probably have been watching Laura more carefully."

"But you got distracted? Or lost interest."

"Yes."

They were at the bottom of the stairs that the odd little doorway had opened onto. "Is there somewhere down here that I can keep her? I need to go and explain myself to Mistress Belladonna."

"This way."

After the girl was secured in the wine cellar, where Damiana was reasonably certain that no one would go (or no one but she and Briant, anyway,) Dami turned to go. She was aware that Belladonna had returned to the parlor, and that there were quite a few new guests present, and so, she knew that she must first return to her rooms and make herself presentable. She turned to Briant, stood on her toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for helping me with this," she told him, before leaving the cellar for the back staircase that would take her all the way to the third floor and her suite of rooms. Once there, she was a little pleased to find that Rob had again left them, and assumed that he was down in the parlor with the rest of the company, which must include the unfamiliar Vampiress she could smell in the room. She shrugged, not at all concerned at the idea that there had been another woman in the bedroom she and her sibling shared, his tastes didn' t run to women, and in all thier time together, he admitted that he'd never even been tempted to try. It had been a long drunken evening, and several times, Damiana's next meal had asked her why she wasn't picking up a man to take home. She'd finally shut the girl up...and shortly afterward, swore off the female of the species for good. At least for anything more than a snack.

She stripped, got into the shower, washed, not wanting to smell like that awful mortal male, rinsed and washed again. She wasn't wholly satisfied, but she did fel some small sense of urgency about the current business, and so she stepped from the shower, toweled off, attended to her skin with one of the lotions she found and then bounded into the next room to get dressed and to brush her hair. No matter how short it was, any time it got wet, it managed to find some way to stand up in little knots and tufts all over her head. It even managed to do the same after a night of sleeping, which was vaguely disturbing. Perhaps she'd try to get it even shorter? She looked in the mirror. Satisfied, she slipped into another pair of her ridiculously high stiletto heels and made her way down the main staircase to the ground floor and into the parlor. Just before opening the beautiful mahogany doors, she cast a worried glance upward, thinking about Laura, willing her friend to be alright.

She strode into the room, noting the new faces, and attitudes. She also saw yet another old companion, she could tell it was Violet, even just from seeing the back of the woman's head; and her fears for Laura's well-being evaporated like a mist under the morning sun. It would be alright, or at least that bit of it would. There was still the explanation and apology she owed to Belladonna for the night's misadventure, and its possible risks. How could she have been so stupid and arrogant? It was the same kind of thinking that had gotten them into trouble at the last Manor...And although she had managed to master and suppress her more destructive urges, she had thought she had grown out of such reckless behaviour. Enthusiasm at having a new home was no excuse for having put that home at risk. Again. Already.

Thoroughly disgusted with herself, she crossed the parlor to the group that was standing around Belladonna. Excusing herself to the unfamiliar male Vampire, who, she felt, was probably not a good person to trifle with, she pressed close to Belladonna and whispered in her ear "There's been a little...mishap." Taking a short step to the side, she put her shoulders back and her chin up, arrogantly daring any of the other Vampiresses to try and tag along. "I must apologise," she announced to the company at large, sounding not in the least bit apologetic, "but I really must take our dear Mistress away from you all."

***

Embarrassment of Riches

Author: Vampiress Belladonna

Date: 08-02-04 08:53

Belladonna wondered if Sutter's flattery would have impacted her differently six years ago, before she became Dahlia's Chylde. Now, she recognized that any sincere admiration underlying his compliments were ruined by the melodrama of his overly lavish praise. It left her heart unaffected.

Was it simply accrued sophistication, learned at Dahlia's side, that allowed her to ignore such poetic flattery, or had the countless nights in Dahlia's bed left her apathetic toward masculine charms in any form. The ecstacy of Davis' driven lovemaking could not be denied, but afterward she had almost resented his presence in bed with Bianca and her. Belladonna found herself relieved when Sutter declined Cassandra's suggestion that the arranged foursome grow to an unruly orgy.

On the other hand, she found that Cassandra would propose such a thing itself exciting. It confirmed Belladonna's impression that despite Cassandra's shy, almost aloof, demeanor there beat a heart overflowing with restrained passion that Belladonna could hardly wait to release. She wondered why after over two years of almost total sensual abstinence, she suddenly desired to give herself over to her deepest lusts and taste of the exquisite beauties that now called her "Mistress." She immediately recognized that the question answered itself.

Belladonna had no regrets. She knew Dahlia wouldn't mind. Indeed, her Siress had been encouraging her, during their frequent phone calls, to find a Kindred lover in America, or to at least enthrall a mortal to keep her at ease. Belladonna had no intent to commit to anything so permanent this evening. She was content for the time being to know that for the first time in many months, she would wake up tomorrow evening having spent the daylight hours cuddling the smooth, firm body of at least one Kindred companion.

Belladonna's glance turned away from Sutter when Cassandra's hand again brushed Belladonna's where they hung loosely between their hips. Belladonna was relieved to see that Sutter's refusal had not overtly disappointed Cassandra, who smiled when Belladonna caught her eye.

Cassandra's grin invoked an identical response from Belladonna as she took Cassandra's right hand in her left, and held onto it with a remarkably casual familiarity, as if they were already lovers.

***

Immortal Agony

Author: Vampiress Laura

Date: 08-02-04 12:46

Cramps. Laura has not felt stomach cramps since becoming a Vampiress, before which time they had been a monthly curse. Violet had explained that Kindred women rarely go through menses, no more than a few times per century. Laura has thought of this as one of the many advantages of her new immortality.

Tonight reminds her that every benefit has its cost. The gunshot wound she had taken in the forest would have quickly rendered a human mercifully unconscious from shock and blood-loss. Laura guesses the bullet passed through her liver and, based on the amount of bleeding, nicked her aorta before blowing out a two-inch hole in her back. The pain as her resilient body mends itself is unlike anything she has ever before known. It was all she could do the scamper back to the manor. Once here, Briant helped her up to her room -- supporting most of her weight as they trudged up the stairs -- where she collapsed onto this bed.

"The bleeding has stopped," the butler comments as he sets a glass of water on the night-stand. "At least externally, but it will take some time for your viscera to heal. I'm afraid you face a trying night."

Laura only moans in reply.

"I will go tell Mistress Belladonna and Lady Violet what has happened," Briant informs her. "If you need anything, simply call. You will be heard."

He leaves quietly. It takes a few moments for his words to reach Laura's agonized mind.

Violet's already here? Laura cannot imagine more welcome news. Her only regret is that she will not be in any condition to greet her beloved Sire as she truly deserves.

***

Not Put Off

Author: Cassandra Belmont

Date: 08-02-04 13:29

"And how we would truly love to participate in the extra curricular escapades that will undoubtedly be happening soon, yet we must graciously decline your very kind offer. And I am sure Davis will have everything well in hand as he entertains three such wonderfully evocative vixens such as yourselves."

Sutter then turned to look at the Mistress once more and said, "Perhaps when time permits we can speak on that mutual friend we have in common."

Cassandra had to admit that she was not put off by Sutter declining her offer, not in the slightest. It would certainly have been entertaining to participate in the orgy that Cassandra had suggested, yet the majority of her wanted nothing more than to hold the Mistress in her arms and let her experience all the exciting passion that Cassandra held in her heart just for her.

And Bianca and Davis would certainly proove to be wonderful partners as well, Cassandra thought to herself as she turned to face the happy couple. Bianca was a kind, loving young woman whom Cassandra deeply admired for befriending her that night, and certainly beautiful without a doubt. She knew that somewhere in that wonderful exotic body was another young woman who was dying to get out. A woman who desired the taste of other young women such as herself, a woman who needed more than her dedicated partner, yet this did not cause Cassandra to doubt how much Bianca loved Davis, for even the dimmest kindred could see how much love they held for each other.

Then, of course, there was Davis. A silent, handsome vampire who Cassandra was dying to get to know better. He was aloof, yes, but when his lover had mentioned the idea of "getting together one night" he certainly hadn't said no. She knew he was just as passionate as the others, but felt like something was causing him to hold back. She was uncertain what it was, but she knew he wouldn't be able to keep it a secret for much longer, not if she had anything to do with it.

Cassandra turned to face the lovely Belladonna once again and smiled as she cast her a glance. Oh, she could hardly wait to taste her smooth skin and pull her close to her own aching body. Cassandra was certain she would burst with excitement, yet she remained extremely cool as she brushed her fingers against the Mistress' once more. Even the slightest touch of Belladonna's skin made her feel passionate like never before.

And then, she felt her take her hand in hers, placing her soft, gentle fingers through Cassandra's own as if they were already lovers! Oh god, she thought to herself as she felt that ever familiar tingle all over her body, especially in her most special places. How was she to contain herself? Of course, Belladonna could not know just how strongly she felt until that wonderful night of erotic passion, but two could play that game. If Belladonna kept this up, she would certainly be the victor of the two, but Cassandra was rather skilled when it came to hints. After all, her and Varsuviya had spent many nights teasing the other until they had found themselves beside each other in bed.

Very seductively, her lips open slightly, she turned to face the crowd, gently caressing Belladonna's hand with her own gentle fingers.

"Well, I must admit I am rather thirsty. Would anybody like drinks?"

Everybody seemed open to Cassandra's latest offer and she nodded in acknowledgement. Then, still caressing Belladonna's hand with her own, she pulled her face close to her own, their lips barely apart.

"And what of you, Mistress?" she asked her with a hinted passionate tone. "Will you be coming with me to help bring them all back, or shall I just do it alone and bring you one as well?"

Cassandra was dying to taste her sweet, wonderful lips, yet she managed to contain her need as she swore Belladonna gulped and nodded.

"I shall help you, Cassandra" she said with a sexy grin.

Cassandra released her hand from Belladonna's and ran her hand up her side again, this time venturing further down her body to feel each and every curve. Oh, Belladonna! she screamed inside her head, how I yearn for you!

"Come then, Mistress" she said, turning to the crowd. "Let us not keep our thirsty companions waiting!" With that, she took her hand in her own again, and walked off with her, her hips swaying triumphantly.

Cassandra longed to have Belladonna right at that very moment, longed to carefully remove that wonderful clothing hiding that temple of passion, and could hardly wait until they were alone.Part of her had to admit that ever since she had laid eyes on her, she had longed to speak with her secretely. She would not take pleasure of her yet, but she hoped that their short time alone would help Belladonna realize just how much passion Cassandra had bottled up inside of her, purely for the likes of Belladonna.

They reached the wetbar and Cassandra purposely pulled her shirt down slightly, just enough to reveal a small portion of her breast. She really hoped Belladonna caved before she did. She was tingling in between her legs like she had never felt before, and she knew it was all for her Mistress. She just hoped she felt the same way.

She turned to face Belladonna, her breast purposely popping out just slightly.

"Well, Mistress.. we are alone" she said, containing her excitement rather coolly."Let us not get the drinks just yet" she hinted madly. "I would prefer it if we talked alone for a few moments."

Cassandra waited eagerly for Belladonna's reply. All the while, all she could think about was the wonderful body hidden underneath those clothes, and couldn't wait until she could pull her naked body close to her own.

***

Parting Lips

Author: Vampiress Belladonna

Date: 08-03-04 05:37

For the life of her (an interesting expression when applied to a vampiress), Belladonna couldn't imagine what had become of Briant. Nonetheless, she actually appreciated the need to fetch her guests' drinks herself. It gave her an opportunity and excuse to be steal away with Cassandra.

"Well, Mistress," Cassandra whispered lowly as they stepped up to the wetbar, arrayed with goblets and decanters of bloodwyne and other Kindred favorites. "We are alone. I would prefer it if we talked alone for a few moments."

Cassandra's expression, posture, even voice, all revealed that the passionate needs to which she had hinted earlier had all come to focus on Belladonna; a sentiment and desire Belladonna was both surprised and pleased to fully reciprocate. She paused a moment to gaze deeply, tenderly, into her companion's eyes.

"We can talk if you wish," Belladonna sighed. "But lips can do so much more than speak."

Her hand slid around Cassandra's waist, and she was just about to pull her close when she caught sight of Damiana and Briant at the doorway from the foyer. Concern manifest on their faces, they both waved their need to speak with the mistress of the manor.

"Excuse me, Darling," Belladonna's own voice suddenly sounded grave. "I'm sorry, I truly am, but I'm afraid something might postpone our time together this night."

***

Not alone tonight after all

Author: Vampiress Narcissa

Date: 08-03-04 06:53

She had been sitting with Violet in a section of the parlor alone with her and away from the other kindred who populated the fireplace area. She could sense perhaps the slightest tensions from them, the sexual innuendos and the almost scathing retort from Sutter, but didn't pay much attentions to it. Her gaze had managed to be watching them as her and Violet spoke, but when her emerald stare turned back towards the Vampiress, she noticed a look of somewhat alarm on her face. She couldn't tell what it was, but perhaps it had something to do with her question about Laura.

"Violet? Is everything okay?

But before her question could even be answered, another issue had come up as Briant came into the parlor. In tow was her beloved servant Tricia. Briant cleared his throat to catch the attentions of both of them, and she turned her gaze to the timid girl as she clung to her bags neatly tucked behind Briant. She started to rise, needing to tend to Tricia, as it alarmed her wondering why she was even here.

"Violet, please forgive me, but I need to attend to Tricia here. We can catch up in a bit."

She could tell Violet had perhaps not even been paying attention as she rose as well, her motions and mind lost in whatever emergency had just erupted for her. She watched her for a moment longer, and moved to Tricia thanking Briant. Out of the parlor they left, moving past Belladonna and Cassandra who seemed to be locked in a more intimate embrace near the bar. She offered a nod to each of them, leading her slave up the stairs as she passed them by, whispering to Tricia.

"Tricia, why did Guillaume send you here? I thought you were supposed to be tending to his every need?

Tricia tried to calmly explain what happened, about the spill across his notes, her apologies to him, even his anger, but her voice wavered with grief, perhaps recalling the moment he told her she was leaving. She tried to offer her comfort, by wrapping an arm around her shoulders and guiding her to the rebuilt familiar room they occupied. Once inside, she pointed towards a corner where Tricia could lay her things and ordered her to sit down on the bed.

"Well, Master Guillaume has been a very busy man of late and I'm sure he's under a great deal of stress to finish his business and try to get back here. He probably figured you would be better off here with me considering I've done nothing but think of him. So, why don't we just relax and try to settle ourselves in for the night. You'll be staying in here for the night, and probably until Master Guillaume returns. In the mean time, since I've already bathed, I want you to go draw a bath for yourself and clean up for the night."

She decided to relax herself and allow Tricia's company to ease her back into her old ways instead of dreading the thought of being alone through her slumber. At least she would have a warm body to share her bed with tonight and that offered her comfort while her sire was away. But still something brewed..downstairs. There was trouble and she could sense it, not just with Violet, but with Belladonna as well. But what was the trouble?

***

Postponed?

Author: Cassandra Belmont

Date: 08-03-04 08:50

Cassandra was on the verge of shaking all over as Belladonna pulled her body close to her own. Oh, how she longed to hold her close all through the lonely night, send her to new heights with her lips and other womanly parts. Yet before Belladonna had the chance to press her firm lips against Cassandra's own, she pulled away and looked into the background. Cassandra also turned, longing to see what it was that was coming between her and a night of erotic passion with the Mistress of the manor. Briant and another rather attractive vampiress were gazing at Belladonna, as if wishing to speak with her alone, much like Cassandra had. Oh, little did they know just how much she wanted her though. Little did they know what they were coming between.

"Excuse me, Darling," Belladonna spoke to her, her voice suddenly sounded grave. "I'm sorry, I truly am, but I'm afraid something might postpone our time together this night."

Cassandra understood and nodded, yet she knew that she could not contain herself for another night. She placed her hand gently on Belladonna's cheek, giving it a gentle caress before she began to speak again.

"I understand, Mistress" she said with a slight grin, "yet there is something that must be done before you leave.."

With that, she pulled her lips close to Belladonna's and placed a loving yet slightly passionate kiss upon them. Oh, she tasted sweet, yet Cassandra knew that her erotic dreams would probably not come true tonight.

She pulled away, yet not before pulling her lips up to her ear and whispering into it:

"I pray you try to return to me after your business is taken care of. Do not forget about me this evening, Belladonna, for my lips can do much more than that" she added with a smile and a final caress of her cheek. She also slipped Belladonna's hand seductively up the side of her shirt, allowing her to feel her bare shoulder and a portion of the best parts of her upper body.

With that, Belladonna wondered to Briant and the other vampiress and dissapeared. Cassandra knew she probably would not return that night, but she was longing to have her, to taste her wonderful mounds of flesh, very soon indeed.

Yet Cassandra had not forgotten her other companions and soon returned with 5 glasses of bloodwyne for each of them. If Belladonna had other business to attend to, why not enjoy the rest of the evening with her other newfound friends?

She distributed the goblets and pushed her hair back behind her back.

"Now, what have I missed out on while I have been away?" she asked curiously, taking a sip of her wyne. Yet her thoughts never strayed from Belladonna.. oh, she hoped to god that she returned to her that evening, just one more gentle touch would send her to new heights..

However, she soon turned back to the crowd and waited for an answer to her recent question.

***

Retreat...

Author: Bianca The Bloody

Date: 08-03-04 09:40

Bianca watched as Cassandra and Belladonna made their way to the bar hand in hand. She knew there was an instant attraction between the two. Bianca felt a sense of satisfaction in knowing she had a little bit to do with that. Two women who had recently departed with their lovers, not forever but for a time, and she had helped them find one another.

She turned her attention back to Davis, Sutter, and Samantha. She took hold of Davis' hand and squeezed it gently and affectionately. Sutter had seemed a wonderfully cordial gentleman. Samantha was still quiet, however she spoke up about her consort.

"So you and Belladonna have known each other for a while?" Bianca asked, addressing Sutter.

"We had a friend in common. I knew of her when I came here..." he said frankly. Bianca realized that though he was a very cordial man, he had some arrogant qualities about him. This assumption of him could've been completely wrong, but it's how she perceived him at this moment. She nodded in understanding when Cassandra had returned without the Mistress.

"Now, what have I missed out on while I have been away?" she asked, handing all the drinks to each vampire.

"Nothing at all, really," Bianca explained. "Where has our gracious host gone?" she asked of Belladonna's whereabouts.

"She had something to tend to with Briant...I'm really not sure what it was..." Cassandra explained. Bianca smiled sweetly upon her. Cassandra was truly exquisite...it was no wonder she and Belladonna had both felt an immediate attraction to her. Bianca leaned in close to Cassandra's ear.

"My dear, shall the three of us retreat to my room for a private conversation?" she whispered. Cassandra nodded. Bianca smiled and squeezed Davis' hand to let him know that they were returning to their room. She then turned to Sutter and Samantha. "If you'll excuse us, please." she extended her hand to take hold of Sutter's, then Samantha's hand. "It was certainly a pleasure to meet both of you. I do hope to see you again soon!" she smiled at them, then turned to leave the room with her lover and new companion.

Bianca wasn't sure what they were going to do in their room. She didn't want to rush into the pleasures of the flesh without Belladonna to be able to enjoy the touch of Cassandra as well, but Miss Belmont was so alluring that Bianca didn't know if she'd be able to resist for too long. Perhaps with Davis in the room, Bianca would be able to focus more on pleasing him later in the evening and just getting to know Cassandra verbally first...

***

Victim times 2

Author: Countess Yvain de Chrys

Date: 08-03-04 18:14

I decided that I needed to return to my room for a few things.

Walking out of the room I was confronted by the seemingly lifeless body of Varsuviya.

It seemed the poor dear had passed out.

"Domynique! I need you quickly mon chere!" I shrieked.

He quickly came.

"My darling, do you think you could possible carry Varsuviya into the room and place her in the adjoining bed."

Dom nodded and hefted the lovely countess up with no strain. He went inside as I rushed toward my rooms.

My mind was heavy. Two unconscious women? Mon Dieu! What am I going to do?

***

A Happy Escape

Author: Cassandra Belmont

Date: 08-04-04 09:36

After handing goblets of wyne to each individual Vampire, Cassandra put on her "cheerful face" as she returned to the current conversation that was going on within the rest of the crowd. She was still slightly dissapointed at Belladonna's retreat, and in all honesty, she had desired nothing more that evening than to take the Mistress in her arms and have her all to herself. She knew she sounded slightly selfish, but she couldn't understand why anybody wouldn't want Belladonna all alone. Yet she soon attempted to push the Mistress of the Kiss into the back of her mind and smiled to her other companions.

"Now, what have I missed out on while I have been away?" she asked.

"Nothing at all, really," Bianca explained. "Where has our gracious host gone?" she asked of Belladonna's whereabouts. She had almost forgotten that she had left as she laughed lightly and smiled at Bianca.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, as if remembering that the lady of the manor had left. "She had something to tend to with Briant...I'm really not sure what it was..." she replied. Bianca suddenly leaned in close to Cassandra's ear and breathed lightly into it as she began to whisper:

"My dear, shall the three of us retreat to my room for a private conversation?"

Cassandra smiled. Yes, she did wish that the Mistress could have joined them, she wished it very much, but she was certain there would be other times when they could express their true passion towards one another. After all, being the Mistress of such a large manor was probably not an easy task at all. So Cassandra simply gave a seductive nod to her female companion and she turned to her lover as if to let him know that they were leaving. She then turned to Sutter and Samantha.

"If you'll excuse us, please." she extended her hand to take hold of Sutter's, then Samantha's hand. "It was certainly a pleasure to meet both of you. I do hope to see you again soon!" she said with a sweet smile.

As they were leaving, Cassandra gave them both a polite nod and then turned to exit with her new companions.

Cassandra had to admit that the walk to Bianca and Davis's room was slightly awkward. They continued to wonder along the hallways hand in hand as Cassandra stood alongside Bianca, wondering alone. At least when Belladonna had been there, she had had her own individual to entice and tease, yet now she felt rather like a third wheel. However, both Bianca and her partner were attractive themselves, and if they were anything like her own partner, her dear Varsuviya, they would not allow her to feel like a third wheel for much longer. Cassandra wasn't certain if she would allow it either. She was extremely tempted to taste the both of their flesh..

They soon found themselves outside their bedchamber and unlocked the door casually. Cassandra naturally entered the room last, taking a moment to gaze around and become familiar with her newest surroundings. It was very much like her own room, in fact, except obviously it bedded a man and a woman, and not two women. For some reason, this led Cassandra to think of her lover and Princess Amneris.. were they keeping each other warm this night?

Yet she soon snapped out of it as Bianca smiled warmly at Cassandra and gazed into her rather confused eyes. She was uncertain what she was supposed to do, or what they expected of her.

"Well don't be shy my dear!" Bianca said with a laugh. "Make yourself comfortable!"

Cassandra smiled herself and seated herself in a nearby armchair that was rather comfortable. She crossed her legs and wriggled around slightly, still a little uncertain of what she was expected to do. She simply sat and smiled at her companions, hoping they would give her some clues of their intentions.

***

Happier than before

Author: Tricia

Date: 08-04-04 17:16

Tricia moves to do as her Mistress commands and realizes that she feels happier than she has in days. As she goes into the bathroom to run her bath, she says quietly," I am glad to be back with you I do not like being away from you for long and I think that my Master feels the same way. I know that we will both be glad when he is finished with his business and we can all be in the same place again."

With that final comment, Tricia goes into the well appointed bathroom and turning on the water to more hot than cold , she sprinkles Jasmine crystal bath dust under the running water and smells the fragrance surrounding her. When the water is just where she likes it, Tricia quickly strips and quickly folds all her clothing and places it on the shelf by the tub. She then lowers herself into the tub after grabbing a hair clip and putting it into her hair to hold it up so that she can lean her head against the back of the tub and let herself slid deep into the fragrant water. She only allows herself a few minutes of indulgence before sitting up and washing herself from head to toe and then takes out the clip and wets her hair so that she can wash it with the Jasmine scented shampoo. She makes quick work of her hair and rinses it and letting the water out of the tub grabs the portable shower sprayer and turns it on to finish rinsing her hair. Tricia then grabs one of the thick towels and dries off and takes a second one to wrap around her head in a turban to soak up the water then squeezes it and takes it off. She then takes the other towel and wraps it around her to go back into the bedroom and ascertain what her mistress wants her to wear......... a smile on her face hoping that the answer will be none and straight to bed.........

***

"A Walk in the Forest"

Author: JeanClaude Minot

Date: 08-06-04 05:13

I had begun to wonder why I had not found her long before now. My Carpathian rose, Vladira. I cannot stop thinking about her. She and I are much alike, and have the same enemy. Vladmir.

I had gone back to our room, and had found she had a compact dics player and a few cds. As I looked them over, she had good taste. May great waltzes, some even were relaxation cds, nature sounds.

I had picked one out. A Walk Through a Forest would be ideal. As I put it into the player, I turned to see Vladira walk in. She had been obviously speaking with Elsa, and had finally joined me.

"Jean? What are you doing?" She asked.

"Hmm? Oh, I thought you would like to listen to this cd." I smiled, then kissed her.

She smiled back and looked down at the player. "Do you know how to operate this?" She asked, changing the batteries.

I shrugged. "No. But I know you can show me."

As she showed me, I ran my hands along her back. She closed her eyes and moaned lightly. I stopped at her shoulders and gently massaged them. She grabbed the table the cd player was on and her head hung down.

"You devil, JeanClaude." She whispered.

I laughed a bit. "It's only the beginning."

She turned and we fell into each other's arms. As we kissed, she opened the front of my shirt, running her right hand along my chest. I felt her tremble with excitement.

She stepped aside for a moment, and I watched as she disrobed. Her pale skin was beautiful. As I disrobed, she took care of locking our bedroom door, then the cd player. I waited for her to finish, and slid my arms around her. How willing she was. The sounds from the cd player adding to our love, I picked her up and placed her on the bed.

It was only us. No outside, no other kindred, just we two. We had only met earlier this evening, and found ourselves attracted to each other. I could not think of anyone but my Vladira.

"Jean, kiss me, hard."

I looked deep into her eyes, and smiled. "Yes, I shall." And I pressed my lips hard against hers.

Her hands running up and down my back, I slid my left hand down along her torso, to her womanhood, then back up again. I gently squeezed her right breast, hearing her moan even louder.

"Sing to me, Vladira." I whispered.

She nodded slowly as I began to kiss her along her neck, her collarbone, and stopped at her left breast. I gently closed my lips around her nipple, allowing my tongue to caress her. Her voice softly singing an ancient song in her native language, I found it to be tranquil. She stroked the back of my head as I suckled. Her nipple becoming hard, I gently pierced it with my fangs. She breathed in between clenched teeth. I drank only a little of her wyne, then released the hold.

She continued to sing as I kissed her again. Down along her abdomin, My tongue finding her sensitive places. My fingers parting the way to her secret. The flesh becoming swollen, I stroked her. Her body trembling again, she moved her hips up and down, slowly.

"Eager are we?" I asked.

I found her opening, and gently placed two of my fingers at the entrance. I taunted her, sliding them in only a little, then pulling back. She was becoming even more eager.

"Jean...."

I smirked, then grabbed her thighs, pushing them furthur apart, and buried my face between them. Her sweet dew beginning to flow. I kissed her deeply as she writhed in extacy. I looked up to see her expression. She had grabbed her own breasts an was squeezing them tightly.

"More Jean. Please!"

She begged for more. I moved to be over her. I looked down into her face and she was smiling. She slid one of her hands down and grasped my shaft. I felt her pull hard, guiding me to her sheath. I moaned as she pulled.

"V..Vladira...wait."

She laughed, then released her grip. "I can't."

I fell into her. My hand under her buttocks, liflting her up to me. She had her hand behind my neck, her back arched off the bed, crying out as I plunged hard into her. So sweet and alluring my Vladira was. We kissed each other hard again as my hips and her moved in unison.

She flung me over onto my back, her dark hair falling down over her left shoulder. Her eyes filled with hunger, she kissed me again. As she sat back up, she flung her head back and began riding me, hard. I knew no mortal man could handle her the way she was. Even I was amazed. She screamed as she pounded me.

When she finally stopped, she fell forward onto me, breathing hard. She pushed her hair back.

"I love you, JeanClaude. No matter what, I love you deeply."

I gently caressed her back. "And I you, My Vladira. I could have no other."

She rested her head on my shoulder, her face turned towards mine. She let out a sigh as we rested. Still coupled, I could not, no, more of would not allow her to move from me. I was happy at last. As was she.

***

Verging Reunions

Author: Vampiress Belladonna

Date: 08-06-04 08:41

Damiana's face was grave as Belladonna stepped up to her.

She explained quickly to Belladonna what had happened in the forest, and what she had done to meliorate the crisis. Belladonna resisted the urge to scold her. It sounded like Damiana and Laura had been careless in their play, but they may have just had a bit of bad luck.

Belladonna wanted to go look in on her old friend, Laura. The last time she'd seen her, almost six years before, they had been two mortal college students and sorority roommates: Belinda Christine Phillips and Laura Anne von Hoeffner. Now, as two young vampiresses, Belladonna couldn't wait to renew what she always thought of as an immortal friendship, even before she knew that immortality was possible.

But this was not the time. Laura needed her Siress, and Belladonna showing up at her bedside would only add complications to already stressful circumstances. Laura would heal soon enough, and then Belladonna could visit with her and see if their friendship truly survived.

With Damiana and Briant following, Laura returned to the parlor and to the dark corner where Violet sat alone.

Violet's stoic expression suggested she knew something was wrong before anyone spoke.

"Violet," Belladonna explained. "Laura will be fine, but there's been an accident. Damiana and Briant can take you to her."

Without further explanation, Belladonna left the parlor and started down the long dark hall to the cellar stairs. The fact that the woman Damiana had captured had carried a handgun, and had apparently been tracking the vampiresses, concerned Belladonna deeply. Here it was the first night that the new Crimson Kiss Manor was open to the Kindred, and the situation had become uneasily reminiscent of the events leading up to the destruction of the last Sanctuary.

Belladonna had descended about halfway down the wooden cellar stairway when she saw Damiana's captive where Briant had secured her bound wrists to an overhead beam.

Although the woman looked up, Belladonna knew she could see little but her thin silhouette framed by the dim light from the doorway above. The darkness washed all color from even vampiric sight. Nonetheless, Belladonna immediately recognized Officer Ava Montgomery. The situation could not be any worse, but five years as Dahlia's apprentice had already taught Belladonna to never fret until every option and opportunity had been studied. She needed to find out what this policewoman knew, and who shared that knowledge.

At the bottom of the stairs, Belladonna reached up and pulled a cord that switched on a harsh electric lightbulb. Ava blinked in pain until her eyes came to focus on Belladonna's face.

"Good evening," Belladonna said softly. She saw more surprise than fear in Officer Montgomery's eyes. Was it the shock of recognition?

"Do I look familiar to you?" she continued. "I should. I am now known as Belladonna, but you once put a lot of effort into finding out everything you could about a girl named Belle Phillips. If I assure you that I was once that girl, would you care to venture a guess as to what has become of me... and where you are now?"

***

Coming Down

Author: Hampton Culver

Date: 08-06-04 11:35

Hampton had driven like a bat outta hell. Not caring how many were endangered by the recklessness speed that he pushed his car too. With how fucked up this night had been there was little more that could go wrong. It was too bad about Amber, but he knew he was no hero, besides, if that officer was as ballsy as a man, she would find Amber or die.

His heartbeat and breathing didn't even start to slow down until he was on the freeway, putting his demented night behind him. Once he got home, he would be fine. He was sure of it. A little something to take the edge off and than to bed.

Yes, he was sure, everything would be fine in the morning when a new start could be made.

When Hampton pulled up into his parking spot in the building's garage, he let his head fall and rest on the steering wheel. After a few moments of just sitting there, he let out a deep breath, climbed out of the car. After a short walk and an elevator ride to his loft on the 24th floor, he finally felt somewhat safe.

He limped down the hall to the bathroom where he stared in the mirror.

"Fucking bitches." He muttered to himself. "They are so lucky I didn't pimp slap their asses to Brooklyn." Hampton leaned in to look close at the reflection.

"What the fu�" He pulled back the hair over his forehead. He knew that tramp had bit him, but where the hell was the marks? A turn of his head to show his neck showed also to have no wounds.

He rubbed his hand over where there should have been a large gash. "Shit, what the hell did I smoke tonight?" He wondered if he hadn't just made the whole thing up in his mind. But how could he, he was sure that it had all happened. It all felt too real.

Hampton stuck his hand into the pocket of his trousers and pulled out the little container of pills. It must have been some bad shit he thought and emptied them out into the toilet before flushing it.

After a long shower he felt much better. A drink and some valium after that and he felt nothing at all. For a moment he wished he had someone to just sleep with, but than pushed that thought out of his mind. Nope, he would not think about women again this night. As his eyes closed and sleep settled down on him the women from tonight vanished from his mind like fog covering up a crime scene.

***

Fear and Anger

Author: Vampiress Violet

Date: 08-06-04 16:56

Violet sat alone after Narcissa departed with Tricia. She had risen from her previous resting place and had since moved into one of the darker corners of the parlor, which would be where Belladonna had found her upon her return to the parlor. Violet knew that as soon as Damnia had called Belladonna out of the room that something had happened, and she had a feeling that that something concerned her.

"Violet," Belladonna explained. "Laura will be fine, but there's been an accident. Damiana and Briant can take you to her."

Belladonna's words were hardly beyond the fact that there had been an accident involving Laura. Violet rose and turned toward Damiana. "Explain to me what happened, quickly." There was a faint touch of anger within Violet's voice, just as there was more a touch of fear than anything.

Violet hardly noticed that Belladonna had left. She knew of the friendship between the two young vampiress when they had been mortal women, and she was curious as to why Belladonna did not go to Laura and reunite with her friend...perhaps she thought it best that Violet got to see her chylde first. Either way, Belladonna was not currently part of Violet's thought process for very long as she kept her gaze fixed on Damiana.

Violet listened as Damiana explained what happened and only then did Violet allow the two to take her to Laura...the only one Violet truly had left because she knew not what has happened to Union, or if he will even bother returning to the Kiss.

"Know Damiana that I do not hold you at fault for this...however, I would truly like to get my hands on the bitch that shot Laura." There was a dangerous edge to Violet's words as she spoke before slipping into the room where Laura was.

***

Chaos in every sense...

Author: Ava Montgomery

Date: 08-07-04 00:19

Everything had happened so quickly. The last thing I coherently remembered was the sound of wolves getting closer. I had been able to get my gun secured in my hand, but a lot it would do me with a pack of wolves that seemed much to hungry. Amber surely had been fed to them already and all I could find myself doing was praying they went back to feed on her. My head was killing me. How could I have been so stupid to fall for that trick? How could I let him beat me like that?

A rustling came from in front of me and I sure it was wolves, but instead it was two woman. I didn't know what they were doing out here, but at this point I didn't believe that them being out here like this was good. My head was still pounding, so I could barely make out their conversation, just the evil cackle that came from the tall blond. The chuckle sent shivers down my back. I wasn't going to play victim to their sick little games so I raised my gun and aimed at the blonde, and just pulled the trigger. There wasn't much else I could do.

Before I knew it my gun was out of my hand and I was being helped through the forest. I don't remember anything past that until I found myself bounded to a beam in what looked to be a wine cellar. There was movement on the upper level, but without my gun and radio, there wasn't much I could do, not to mention, I couldn't reach anything. Pulling at the rope, I tried to loosen it around the beam, but it wouldn't budge. My captor was certainly good at tying their knots.

Pale light filled the room from an old electric bulb; it didn't help my head any more than the sound of someone coming down the stairs. I tried to look up at who was coming down, but it wasn't until they were truly close was I able to make any recognition of who it was. I had seen her face before in one of my files. She was one of the missing girls from the forest out west where Joe was killed.

"Do I look familiar to you?"she continued. "I should. I am now known as Belladonna, but you once put a lot of effort into finding out everything you could about a girl named Belle Phillips. If I assure you that I was once that girl. Would you care to venture a guess as to what has become of me... and where you are now?"

It registered, but I was taken aback. After five years of searching for this girl, I was being held captive by her. What were the odds?

"I don't know what's going on, but I intend to find out. Why are you holding me down here? This is a federal offense."

The girl laughed. Already tonight I had been attacked by a man, almost eaten by wolves, and now being held captive by a girl who had gone missing almost 6 years ago, what were the odds of all of this. No one was going to believe it was real. David would surely send her off to the looney bin after this.

"This isn't funny. LET ME GO!"

***

Restraint

Author: Vampiress Belladonna

Date: 08-07-04 08:49

"This isn't funny," Ava insisted in a practiced voice that would stop most criminals cold. Despite the way it bent her bound arms behind her head, she stood up straight and thrust her face out aggressively to look down to where Belladonna had sat on the bottom steps.

"LET ME GO!"

The policewoman's feigned confidence and authority had no effect on Belladonna, who saw the fear racing through Ava's temptingly pulsing jugular. Nonetheless, she did not seem to realize the true nature of her plight. Dahlia had assumed, based on certain discrete inquiries she had made, that Officer Montgomery suspected the Kindred were involved in the series of unexplained disappearances she was investigating at the time they had to abandon and destroy the last Sanctuary. Now, however, she didn't show any inkling of realization that Belladonna -- herself one of those missing persons -- was a vampiress.

This thought made Belladonna pause. What if Dahlia was wrong? If no one had yet come to suspect the growing population of vampires in the New World, then would it really be so dangerous to simply kill this young police officer? Laura would surely need a good deal of fresh blood to fully recover from the gunshot wound Ava had caused. Wouldn't it simply be justice to feed Laura the blood of her assailant?

No... that was not a good idea. After the unexplained death of Montgomery's partner during the course of that missing persons case, her sudden disappearance now would almost certainly draw too much attention. Belladonna would consult with Dahlia, but she had little doubt that her Siress would want Ava Montgomery kept alive. In the meantime, Belladonna knew the least she must do to try to keep the situation under control. She glanced up.

"Oh, yes, I'll probably let you go," Belladonna replied to Ava's futile demands. "But not until after I've made sure you won't wander too far."

With inhuman speed, Belladonna pounced, wrapping her arms around the other woman. Her right forearm, across the small of Ava's back, pinned her against Belladonna's surprisingly strong body, while the fingers of her left hand dug into Ava's hair and yanked her head back as Belladonna's fangs sank into Ava's thin alabaster neck.

Belladonna did not drink in large gulps. Instead, she repeatedly sliced into Ava's throat to take a small sip, then ran her tongue over the wound to instantly heal it. This way she made sure that Ava would receive a massive dose of her addictive essence.

All this time, of course, Ava screamed and struggled, but with her hands bound overhead, Belladonna's fingers clutching her hair, and Belladonna's teeth in her throat, there was nothing the hapless mortal could do to resist Belladonna's prolonged attack. Belladonna herself moaned in appreciation of her victim's helplessness, and couldn't resist slipping her right hand up Ava's shirt to fondle her left breast. It was firm and round, and reminded her nostalgically of Dahlia's. In a moment of passion, Belladonna ripped away the bra and lifted the blouse. She sucked Ava's nipple deeply into her mouth, letting her fangs slice the soft skin above the aureola, then again licking the cuts shut, so that her essence entered Ava's blood just over her heart.

Ava naturally redoubled her futile efforts to escape, screaming loudly and shouting terrible insults and meaningless threats at Belladonna. It didn't matter. Belladonna knew that with the amount of her essence now in Ava's blood, in a few days, if she still lived, Officer Ava Montgomery would willingly beg Belladonna for her intimate touch.

***

The Sweetness of His Kisses

Author: Vladira

Date: 08-07-04 20:08

I had found my paradise. JeanClaude's kisses were sweet, and lustful. I had not felt such power and love from a man in such a long time. I had mortal men, but, they paled in comparison. Only kindred could satisfy my longings. And, I had found one that I deeply loved.

I knew that things would be wonderous for us. As we looked into each other's eyes, I could hear his voice within my mind. He didn't have to speak, nor did I. Our link with each other was strong.

As he moved down along my body, I closed my eyes, singing soflty to him. His lips pressing deep between my thighs, I felt my sheath become ready for him. As his tongue slid deep within, I grabbed my breasts, writhing in ectasy. I could not control myself. Never have I lost such control in my love making. JeanClaude knew how to please a woman.

He looked up and he was over me. I grabbed his shaft, and pulled. He was hard and ready, but, he wanted to taunt me, make me wait, but, I couldn't.

"V..Vladira...wait."

I laughed, then released my grip. "I can't."

He plunged deep within me. I cried out, as he buried his face in my cleveage. I had found a paradise with him.

As I managed to get him onto his back, I rode him hard. His face had an expression of a great strain, but, was able to withstand my ride.

As I slowed, I leaned forward, gently kissing JeanClaude. We both breathed hard, and wanted to stop for a bit. My forehead pressed against his left cheek, I stroked his right cheek.

""I love you, JeanClaude. No matter what, I love you deeply."

He gently caressed my back. "And I you, My Vladira. I could have no other."

I looked up into his eyes, and smiled. "Things are well with us right now?"

He nodded. "Oui, Mon Cherie."

I lay my head back down and sighed. As I closed my eyes, I could see my home. Castle Lucarda. Our family together, happy. And I heard JeanClaude's voice.

"It looks very lovely. We ought to go and stay there for a while."

"When this is all over, My Love. When we defeat Vladmir. Then, we shall go. I promise."

***

Only the truth...

Author: Ava Montgomery

Date: 08-07-04 23:40

My command voice was getting no where and pleading wasn't going to help me get out of this situation. Obviously I was stuck in a sick twisted game that these girls were playing. Girls? I had seen a total of three tonight. There was the two in the woods and now this one. I knew this one, it was Belle Philips, and well what had been Belle Philips.

What had been Belle Philips? This woman now wanted to be called Belladonna; she was much too poised, too seductive. Was my childhood fantasies correct? Was I dealing with the unnatural? Was I dealing with vampires?

It wasn't soon after that I got my answer. Belladonna pounced forward and wrapped her body around mine. She clutched my hair and jerked it back, exposing my neck. The only thing after that was the sharp throbbing pain. That's all I could feel was bitter filled pain.

"Oh god! Please no, please STOP."

With each bite, there was a lick and each new one was more painful than the first. Belladonna's bites got more playful and she slipped a hand up my shirt. I moaned in pain and disgust. There was nothing I could do, I was a captive of this woman and she could do whatever she wanted, as long as I was tied up like this.

"Belle I know what happened, please. I can help you�"

I didn't know what had happened, but if she hadn't become a vampire and was just a misled teen I could try to save her. If she was a vampire, well than I couldn't help her, but I could pretend I could. In any case it seemed I was her supper and dessert for the evening and there was nothing I could do. She snapped my bra off and started to suck gently on a nipple.

"Please�.Oh�I didn't do anything to deserve this. Please�.oh god, please stop."

I let out another scream and let it ring as long as I could hold it. I knew there was no one out there that could help me, but at the same time I felt more comfort by being able to yell for help, even though I knew it would never come.

***

Pondering the night

Author: Vampiress Narcissa

Date: 08-08-04 11:28

She had decided to change into something more casual herself as Tricia relaxed in the bath, although relaxed was probably not the exact word that should be used, considering her slave was rushing to cleanse herself and be with her mistress. She had moved to the closet, removing the tight t-shirt and form fitting jeans, leaving herself naked once again. But she was not willing to allow Tricia to be sated so quickly by her mistress, allowing them both the pleasures they craved from one another, Tricia, perhaps craving more than she, and so she dressed herself in a silken corset and stockings she had found in the closet, all the top heavy clothing fitting her curves quite well, and quite tightly. Perhaps the next night she could take Tricia shopping and find herself a good meal in whatever god forsaken city was nearby these mountains. She was pulling up her hair into a ponytail when Tricia emerged from the bath, towel still wrapped around her body and hair moving towards the bed. She smoothed down the corset at her sides and turned back to Tricia.

"Well, in good time Guillaume will join us both here. I just wish it was sooner than later and you should feel lucky he shipped you back here instead of giving you a nightly beating."

It was true, although Guillaume was not the kind of man who would viciously beat a slave for no reason. He did it out of discipline, and he would never go beyond the boundaries of complete physical abuse. She knew it was arousing for him to force his angers out this way, and usually, the strict discipline would end up as a night of passionate lovemaking, with Tricia in the middle on many occassions. Tricia was becoming quite proficient at being a slave. She moved towards the bed and slid across the coverlet, looking into the dark gaze of Tricia, while propping up on an elbow.

"So tell me Tricia, what shall we do for the rest of the night?"

She already knew what the answer was, but she wanted to hear from Tricia's lips what would come out and what she wished to do.

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Emotional Rescue

Author: Vampiress Belladonna

Date: 08-09-04 09:48

In a moment of passion, Belladonna ripped away Ava's bra and lifted her blouse. She sucked Ava's left nipple deeply into her mouth, letting her fangs gash the soft skin above the aureola, then licking the cuts shut, so that her essence entered Ava's blood just over her heart.

Ava groaned in pain and disgust. Belladonna circled her tongue around Ava's nipple longer than necessary to seal the wounds her fangs had sliced in the breast. She always loved the way the especially soft, pliant and uniquely feminine flesh felt pressed between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

"Please!" Ava cried with despair. "Oh... I didn't do anything to deserve this. Please.... Oh god, please stop...."

"Of course you don't deserve this," Belladonna whispered teasingly as she stood and yanked Ava's hair to pull her head back and expose her throat. "No more than the gazelle deserves what the lioness has in mind for her."

As her fangs again pierced the side of Ava's neck, Belladonna's right hand slid down, inside the front of Ava's slacks. Having already tasted her full breasts, Belladonna desired to explore what more would soon be hers. It was not Ava's scream that made Belladonna pause, but the creak from the cellar door overhead.

"It is gorgeous, isn't it Belladonna, when they cry out like that?" Sutter Kane's voice flowed down the stairs, followed by his footsteps, and those of his consort, Samantha Bouvier. "And such a delightfully attractive blond this one too...."

Belladonna did not notice how Sutter stopped suddenly, as if something surprised him. She used her tongue to seal Ava's most recent wounds, then took a moment to allow her own passions to settle.

Belladonna stepped away from her captive and climbed a few steps to offer Sutter her hand.

"Indeed... she did more than just scream. She begged... threatened... even offered to 'help' me." Belladonna chuckled as she turned to grin down to where the girl was secured by her bound wrists to an overhead beam. "Isn't that right, dear Ava?"

Ava glared up at Belladonna silently.

"She claims she knows what happened to me," Belladonna continued. "Of course, if that's true, then she should know there is no 'help' she can offer nor I accept."

Again Belladonna laughed. "Do you really know, dear Ava? If so, then surely you know what it means that I've fed from you but let you live. Even now, my essence courses through your veins, subtly changing the very DNA which controls every physical aspect of your being, defining what you need to live. Not enough to make you become like us, but enough to make it impossible to ever return fully to your dreary mortal existence."

Belladonna turned back toward Sutter and Samantha. "I've only tasted a bit of that need myself... When I first met my Siress. What do you think? Can any human know? Can she? After the way she resisted me this evening, do you think this Officer Ava Montgomery has any idea what she will have become just a few nights hence?"

In light of her playful spirit, Belladonna was surprised by the tiny frown that furrowed Sutter's brow.

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Parting: Such Sweet Sorrow

Author: Sutter Kane

Date: 08-09-04 11:54

When Sutter had heard the "call" for help, he excused himself and Samantha from the other Kindred they had been speaking to and came to investigate. When he did, he had no idea who it would be that he was coming to see but he did enjoy the countless hours he had spent just watching mortals being tortured. Yet this time it was going to be different and he knew it the very moment he laid eyes on Ava Montgomery.

~~oOo~~

"After the way she resisted me this evening, do you think this Officer Ava Montgomery has any idea what she will become just a few nights hence?" Sutter collected himself quickly and put on his customary face of a charming smile. Still with both ladies hands in his, he continued to move forward with a penetrating gaze fixed on Ava Montgomery.

"mmm�. I don't think she has an idea of what will truly happen to her, no. However the realities of her fate will soon begin to reveal themselves to her very soon, of this I am more then certain." Sutter had crossed the floor still with both ladies in hand and the three of them loomed over the hapless Ava. Sutter then bent down to Ava's neck and took in her fragrance and allowed his mind to swim in remembrance.

"Belladonna, let me take this one off your hands, give her to me." All that Sutter got in return was silence. Turning his head to his left and looking at Belladonna, it was made clear that he would not be receiving his request. Again he sighed.

Sutter then returned his eyes to the captive girl in front of him, "It's ironic really that her name was mentioned earlier this evening and now she is here in your cellar, tied to a beam as your prisoner." He said as he continued to look into Ava's eyes, weighting her.

"The fact of the matter is Belladonna, if you keep this one question may be asked. Yet I suspect you have already weighed that scenario and therefore my bringing up it is already a moot point."

By this time Samantha had let go of Sutter's hand and stepped closer to Ava as the girl desperately whispered, "Help me and I can protect you, but you have to help me now!" Ava said in desperation. However Samantha's response was anything but what Ava had expected� "This one has pretty eyes blue eyes Sutter� strikingly like yours�"

Still holding Belladonna's hand, Sutter then turned and stared into Belladonna's eyes in communication for a long moment and then said, "You intend to keep her don't you?" Again, silence.

Turning away from Belladonna, Sutter turned his full attention to Ava once more and coming upon her he took her up into his arms and pulled her body into his and when he did he looked deeply into her yes. "The truth is Samantha, she has her mothers pretty blue eyes and always did. You remember your mother, child - don't you? To bad she died when you were very young leaving your father to raise you all alone as best he could. And even then he knew he should have left the police force, It's a dangerous job. he said to himself more the once."

"But he had a misplaced sense of duty, justice and pride and could not bring himself to leave the force. And now I see clearly that you too have followed in your father's footsteps� and that will be your undoing, child."

"Let me go right now damn it! Or ill have so many cops here in a flash you won't know what hit you!"

Sutter sighed� "Then as now you always did have a flair for the dramatic� but then you always were a dramatic child." Sutter then pressed Ava's lips to his and held her head firmly in place as she tried to get herself free, her muffled cries coming from where their lips met. But try as she might it was no use. Sutter continued to kiss Ava on the lips for very long moments and when he released her he stood back and looked upon her as if for the last time.

Stepping away from Ava, Sutter then turned to and moved toward Belladonna and embraced her tightly. Releasing her he then turned to face Ava once more and said, "Belladonna, you are quite correct, this human is yours to do with as you choose. Please make sure you take extra special care of my only biological daughter."

He then took Samantha by the hand and started to leave; the last thing he heard before the door closed was Ava's voice� "Daddy?"