Vanessa returns to the ritual-room after her brief talk with Sutton, and sees that her fellow packmates are all still busy with their playthings. Nero seems to have retired to his room with the prostitute, as she can hear the sounds and screams and tearing flesh coming from behind the closed door. Oh, what she would give to be in there filming his work! A true artist and master of pain, if ever she saw one! She looks up to Nero almost as a mentor-- and it seems the two new packmates, Aether and Neil, are just as enthusiastic about the pain-game as she, Nero, and Carter are! This is a very promising pack!
Vanessa feels disappointed that her plaything was killed during the Judging because now she's left with no one to focus her special attentions on...and she's also worried that the mage John Constantine's demon-fighting skills are lost to them, seeing as how her dead plaything was his brother.
Nothing seems to be going right for her tonight! She'd just offered herself to Sutton, only have him tell her tactfully that he preferred men! She would try Carter next, although something was telling her it was a baaad idea. He was nowhere to be seen at present, so she decided that this was a good time to get two things done at once: cleansing Evelyn's old room, and creating an Evelyn voodoo-doll for Nero.
Vanessa walks to her room, unlocks the door, and goes inside. A few minutes later she emerges carrying two large canvas bags and her cobra Una draped across her shoulders. She locks up her room, and walks upstairs.
Nudging Evelyn's door open with her foot, she steps into the room and sets the bags down in the center of the floor. She looks around and nods. She and Nero had been busy in here the night before-- everything was pulled down and destroyed...even the carpets! The only thing remaining of Evelyn's in the entire area was the doll Nero had crafted out of some of Evelyn's items and scraps of clothing, and that was laying in one of Vanessa's bags.
Lost in thought, Vanessa caresses Una and stares unseeing through the doorway. If Carter rejects her later, she's going to be in a foul and frustrated mood. Better to be prepared, just in case. She walks out into the hallway and looks both ways.
"Armande?" she calls loudly, and listens for any response.

Armande comes walking around the corner taking a sip from his coffee cup. "Yeah, Vanessa, what can I do for ya?" he asks his breath tinted with alcohol.

Vanessa smiles with relief. "I need your help with another ritual, if you're free? This one's pretty involved...we'll need more human sacrifices, and a large banquet of food. I need help or I'll never get everything ready before sunrise! And, uh, if you're up for drumming for me during the ritual, you can stop drumming and join in at anytime after I start channeling." Vanessa says with a wink.

Armande shrugs, "I'm game. How much food and what kind of meal should I prepare?" He says taking another swig.

Vanessa's demeanor lights up. "You know those long tables we have downstairs? I'd say enough food to fill both...and from what I've read, spicy meats and southern vegetables are the favorites. What's that called? Cajun? If anything's left, it's yours. I'll go find the victims to save time. You're such a lifesaver, Armande!! I don't know what I'd do without you!" Vanessa cries, and then places her hand on his hand. "You wouldn't refuse me, would you?? I could come to you at anytime and you wouldn't turn me away, am I right?" she asks with an odd hint of emotion in her voice.

Armande looks down at her hand then back up to her eyes.
"You got nuthin to worry about there, Vanessa. I'm here to serve you guys any way you need me...with exceptions. Now I'll get started on that food. Give me a couple hours. When you get back I should have it all done."

"With exceptions?" Vanessa asks, a hint of worry in her voice. "I understand that people have exceptions, but I'm starting to feel completely unwanted by my own kindred! I tire of mortals-- there's no challenge there! You-- you're more than mortal, and one of us. What could I do for you, Armande? Just name it! Something I could find for you, or a...service I could perform for you...or ON you? Anything! You've done so much for me!" Vanessa urges, letting her emotions get away with her more than Armande's ever seen.

Armande nods and takes another swig.
"Eh I got a few things I could need doin. Hey come talk to me after our ritual and well discuss it then," he says with a motion of his cup.
He smiles and gives her a wink as he walks down the hallway and down the stairs.
"You go get those vicitims and I'll get the food."

"Thanks again!" Vanessa calls, sounding considerably more cheerful. She walks back into the room, puts Una lovingly in the center of the floor and whispers to her, and then leaves the room-- locking it behind her. Dropping her keys in her pocket, she goes to the "medicine" cabinet for the house and gets what she needs: chloroform and a cloth, a couple of syringes, and a couple of bottles of "truth syrum." She puts them in her purse, and heads for her car.
Driving to Studio 54, she parks, checks her make-up, and gets out. She reigns in the power of her blood to make herself invisible, and walks right past the security guards into the club.
Vanessa walks through the dark club, bends down, goes visible again, and stands as if she'd been looking for something. She walks through the club watching everyone carefully. She hasn't quite figured out what the common factor is with all the women Carter brings home, but she knows they're all very attractive. She walks into the ladies room and sees the perfect creature there adjusting her make-up. Auburn hair feathered back at the sides, tight black dress with heels-- Vanessa instantly hates her.
Vanessa walks up to the girl and stands beside her, also checking her own make-up in the mirror. She takes hold of the magick in her blood to make herself instantly likeable and attractive to anyone who sees her, and turns to smile at the girl. The girl turns her head to look at Vanessa, and smiles back.
A few minutes later, Vanessa and the girl emerge from the club arm-in-arm. They walk up to Vanessa's car, and Vanessa opens the door to the backseat. The girl gets in first, followed by Vanessa, who closes the door behind her.
"You'll love this stuff...it will make everything more sensitive, and I do mean...everything." Vanessa says with a seductive smile. The girl giggles, but returns Vanessa's smokey gaze.
"Sounds perfect..." she says. Vanessa opens her purse, takes out the chloroform, applies it generously to the cloth, and then turns back to the girl.
"All right, just inhale deeply, and lean back. I'll go after you." Vanessa instructs. She holds the cloth over the girl's mouth and nose, the girl inhales, and instantly goes unconscious. Vanessa's smile drops off her face, turning into a resentful sneer. "Stupid bitch..." she murmurs, puts the cloth and bottle away, and gets out of the car. She walks around to the girl's side, opens the door, and pulls the girl out. Draping the girls arms around her shoulders, Vanessa walks the girl over to the passenger's side of the front seat, opens the door, and pushes her inside. She arranges the girl to look like she's sitting comfortably, and then shoves her so her torso falls onto the driver's seat. Vanessa locks the car up tight, makes herself invisible again, and then returns into the club. "One down, one to go." she thinks to herself.
Walking through the club again, she reappears when it's safe, and begins observing people. No one catches her eye immediately, so she walks to the dancefloor to watch the dancers. Suddenly a young man in his early 20s pulls a younger girl out onto the floor after him, and the two begin to dance. They seem to have a dance-routine down, and soon the floor clears as everyone stands back to watch them dance. They're quite good. They make a handsome couple-- both have very similar coloring and features. Vanessa folds her arms and watches the couples very carefully. To her trained eye, she can soon tell that the guy lusts after the girl, but the girl-- while possessing genuine caring for the guy-- doesn't feel the same. A smile curls up the corner of Vanessa's mouth as a plan begins to formulate in her mind.
When the song ends, Vanessa watches as the guy and girl laugh and hug each other, and then the girl pulls the guy off the dancefloor.
Vanessa, again, uses her blood to make herself very charismatic and attractive, and approaches the couple.
"You two were incredible!" she says, clapping her hands. "I've always found it so romantic when a couple takes dance lessons together!"
The girl laughs loudly, bringing a hand to her mouth. "Oh we're not a couple-- this is my brother! We've been taking dance lessons since we were 5!" she says, her eyes shining with excitement. "Oh...really!" Vanessa says, glancing at the brother who also has a big smile on his face. "Well, it's great to see a brother and sister who get along so well, and do things together!" Vanessa's mind races for a second. "I, too, am very close to my brother...Carlos. Unfortunately, he's so shy-- I can't get him to go out with me anywhere! He just sits at home all night. Say--" she says, putting her arm around the girl. "-- you wouldn't happen to have a boyfriend, would you? And you--" she says, turning her eyes to the brother. "-- surely you have a girlfriend...such a good-looking man..."
The brother and sister look at each other and laugh, blushing. "No, I don't have a boyfriend," the sister replies, and when Vanessa looks at the brother, his blush grows.
"No...no girlfriend for me. We spend so much time together that we haven't really met anyone to...to date!" the brother responds, stuttering as Vanessa locks her eyes on his and turns on her full charm. "Well, well, well! What would the two of you think of making another brother and sister happy, and coming home with me to get my brother? Make a double date of it!" Vanessa says excitedly, again dosing them with the magick of her blood.
Sister and brother glance at one another, and then slowly begin to nod. "All right...sure! Why not?" the sister says.
"You...you mean you would be my date?" the brother asks Vanessa, and she smiles and puts her arm through his.
"Ooh yes! I like you...very much!" she says, and the brother looks down, blushing again. Vanessa links her other arm through the sister's, and the three of them walk out.
They arrange that Vanessa will drive them to her house, and then return them to their car after the date. She unlocks the back doors for them when they reach her car.
"Look, don't mind my friend-- she drank too much AND took something that knocked her out. I'm going to let her crash at my house tonight."
The brother and sister nod, looking worriedly at the girl, but get into Vanessa's car.
"You two don't seem the type to do anything strong..." Vanessa says as she starts up the car.
"No, not me! I can be the life of the party without drugs!" the sister replies confidently.
"Oh, well, I've always wanted to see what the drug-craze was about, myself, but I haven't tried anything...yet." the brother says when he sees Vanessa's face fall at his sister's revelation that she doesn't do drugs or alcohol. Vanessa smiles.
"Well, then, perhaps I have something mild for you to try for your first time!" she says, pulling out of the parking lot.
After a time, Vanessa pulls into the driveway of the mansion. The sister and brother ooh and aah at the size and beauty of the house. Everyone gets out of the car, and Vanessa asks for help carrying her "friend" inside. The brother gets on the other side of the unconscious girl, and he and Vanessa carry her in.
After entering the house, Vanessa and the brother sit the unconscious girl in a chair, and Vanessa says she'll be right back with her brother. She hurries down the hall and into the kitchen. "Armande! We have such a jackpot tonight!" she whispers excitedly, dancing up to him.

Armande stirs the gumbo and turns to look at Vanessa. His white apron is stained with cajon sauce and spices nearly covering the words; 'Kiss the cook...or I'll fuckin kill ya!'. He nods and grabs his coffee cup.
"Good deal, I'm almost done with the food. Give me another twenty minutes."

Vanessa looks around the kitchen and nods in satisfaction. "This looks GREAT!" she exclaims, and then glances down at Armande's apron and raises an eyebrow. "Nice apron, Armande. VERY nice!" she says with a sarcastic smile on her face. She leans in a kisses Armande on the cheek. "There you go-- there's your kiss!" she laughs, and leans in, lowering her voice. "Look-- you're my brother Carlos, who never leaves the house and never goes on dates. I brought a brother and sister here who are going to be our 'dates,' but I think the brother's harboring secret forbidden lusts for his sister! What a NIGHT we're going to have!" she exclaims. "I'll tell them you're cooking dinner for us, and we'll just stay in instead of going out. What do you think?"

Armande purses his lips and nods, "Yeah yeah, that's a good idea. You do that, and hey next time I'm in the kitchen I'll have to wear my other apron."

Vanessa folds her arms and cocks her eyebrow at Armande. "Oh? And what does that one say?"

Armande looks at her and goes back to stirring the sauce. "Next time. Now get the fuck outta my kitchen."

Vanessa smacks Armande's arm and walks away. "Smart ass!" she calls over her shoulder. She walks back into the front room smiling. "Well! My brother has really outdone himself! He loves to cook-- he's made a feast! How about if we all just stay in tonight and have dinner here!"
The sister nods excitedly, exclaiming over how wonderful it is that her brother cooks. The brother smiles and nods, saying that that sounds good to him, too.
"All right, I'll take my friend to my room and be right back-- you two wait here! And don't go wandering off-- this place is a maze!" Vanessa says cheerfully. She lifts the redhead from the chair, draping the girls arms around her neck, and drags her like that down the hall. Once she's out of view of the brother and sister, she picks up the girl and throws her over her shoulder like she didn't weigh anything.
She walks down the stairs, unlocks her door, and enters her room. The screams from Nero's room have stopped, but now there's a very fleshy-sounding whacking-noise eminating from it. Vanessa sighs, wishing she could see this! She throws the girl across her bed, and then trusses her up like a pig on a spit. Finally she gives her an injection of something to keep her sleeping, and throws a blanket over her. She straightens her clothes, takes Nero's camera that he left, and then leaves her room, locking the door after her.
Vanessa unlocks Evelyn's old room, places the camera inside, closes and locks the door, and then walks back into the front room with a congenial smile on her face. "All right, who wants to try the mild stuff?" she asks, reaching into her purse.
The brother gets an eager look on his face, and sits forward on the couch. "I'm in!" he says, and Vanessa has to hold back a laugh. The sister shakes her head, and gives her brother a quick disapproving look which Vanessa ignores. She fills a syringe with the syrum, and then walks over to kneel beside the brother. She pushes up his sleeve, injects the syrum, and then puts the syringe away.
"Now...just close your eyes and relaaaax," she says soothingly. It will take a couple of minutes to set in."
The brother leans back, laces his fingers on his stomach, and closes his eyes. The sister watches him worriedly.
"I'm going to go see if Carlos needs any help. You keep an eye on your brother!" Vanessa says lightly, and hurries from the room. Entering the kitchen again, she walks up and peeks over Armande's shoulder.
"Everything's ready-- how are you doing? Need some help...Carlos?" she asks with a grin.

Armande turns the heat under the pot down, takes off the oven mits and wipes his forehead. "Yeah, I'm done. Hey how's it goin in there? We ready?"

"Oooh yeah, we're ready! I'm getting SICK of smiling and acting pleasant!" Vanessa gets into a cupboard and pulls out a black tablecloth and a blue tablecloth. She folds them over her shoulder, and starts carrying pots from the kitchen to Evelyn's room, followed by Armande. She spreads the long, black cloth near one wall, and the blue one near another.
"Just start setting up the food on the cloths, while I get this circle set up." she instructs.
Vanessa pulls her statues out of the canvas bags and sets them up, and then sprinkles ashes all around the perimater of the room. She lights the candles sitting in the statues, sets up the bongo drums in one corner, and then walks over and picks up Una.
"Now, mi belleza, just wait in here for a while until I call for you!" she whispers, placing the cobra in the canvas bag with the voodoo doll. She kisses Una's head quickly, and then closes the bag. Then she assists Armande until all the food is sitting on the table cloths, ready to go.
Vanessa wipes her hands and turns to smile at Armande. "Showtime!" she says in a low voice, and the two walk down the hall to the front room.
"Aah! And how is your brother doing?" Vanessa asks the sister.
"He...seems to be OK...maybe a little...drowsy." the sister responds haltingly.
"Ah yes, that's one of the side-affects! Don't worry!" Vanessa says, stepping aside so Armande can enter the living room. "This is my brother Carlos. We're all set to go, if you two are ready?"
The sister smiles shyly at Armande and stands, walking forward and extending her hand. "Nice to meet you, Carlos! I'm Cynthia." she says with pink cheeks.

"Hey how you doin?" He asks shaking her hand. "I hope you like the feast I have prepared. I made some cajun gumbo, some cajun rice, bread you name it."

"Wow! How exotic!" Cynthia says with a smile. Vanessa rolls her eyes at Armande's rather friendly greeting, and walks over to sit beside the brother.
"How are you feeling?" she asks. The brother smiles and turns his head to look at Vanessa.
"I'm feeling very relaxed..." he says slowly.
"What do you think of me?" she asks, smiling at him.
"I think you're sexy, but kind of intimidating." he responds. Vanessa raises an eyebrow and crosses one leg over the top of the other.
"And you want to have sex with me, don't you?" she whispers.
"Oooh yes, I'd like that very much! I've never had sex before!" he says excitedly-- not a hint of blush to his cheeks, just the absolute truth.
Vanessa smiles a dangerous smile and leans into him. "But there's someone you would like to have sex with even more, isn't there? Someone you've been lusting after...fantasizing about for years, isn't there?" Vanessa says, turning her head to look at Cynthia.
The brother's face turns serious and determined. "Yes."
"And it makes you angry to see her talking to another man, doesn't it?" Vanessa rasps in his ear.
"YES." the brother replies, a vein standing out in his neck. Vanessa has to use all her willpower to resist lunging at him. She closes her eyes and clears her throat.
"Well, don't worry. Your sister told me that she wants you just as badly, and you'll get your chance tonight!" she whispers. The brother's face lights up, and Vanessa notices the growing bulge in his pants and quickly stands, offering him her hands. He takes her hands, and she helps him up. The two walk over to Armande and Cynthia.
"All right, Carlos, lead the way!" Vanessa says cheerfully.

'Carlos' leads everyone down the hall to the 'dining room'. He opens the door and winks at Cynthia, "After you doll."

Cynthia giggles and walks into the room, followed by her brother. Vanessa puts her hand on Armande's arm to stop him, and leans in to whisper. "The syrum's working like a charm! Just keep flirting with Cynthia there-- do whatever you want-- and I'll get the brother to go after her! Then the REAL fun begins!" she says, her devious eyes flickering in the candlelight coming from the room.

Armande nods and puts his arm around Cynthia leading her into Evelyn's old room. "See a whole feast," he says motioning at the food. "This an authentic cajun feast. Pull up a pillow," he says taking a pillow and sitting.

Vanessa takes the brother's arm and leads him to the other side of the room where she pulls him down to sit. "Look at them..." she whispers. "...getting all cozy over there with the pillows! She just met him, and already she's giving him the attention you've always wanted her to give you!"
The brother gets an angry look on his face and clenches his fists.
"Don't worry, don't worry...she's just doing it to get you jealous so you'll finally show her how you feel! Just wait a few moments more, and she'll finally be yours!" Vanessa smiles and presses her lips to the brother's temple, watching Armande and Cynthia out of the corner of her eye.

Armande smiles at Cynthia and puts his hand on her leg and slowly moves it up to her thigh.

Cynthia lets out a high-pitched squeal. Vanessa squeezes the brother's arm.
"Now! GO!" she cries, and the brother jumps up with a yell and runs over to grab his sister's arm and pull her to a standing-position.
"That's ENOUGH! I get it, OK? I'm jealous! So I'll say it! I want you, Cynthia! I've wanted you since you were 10!!" he cries.
Vanessa smiles and crawls over to the 8mm camera sitting on the floor, picks it up, and begins filming.
Cynthia looks at her brother in complete shock. "What?? Are you high? What did she give you-- you're not being yourself, Robert! How could you SAY those things??" she says, staring at Robert in horror.
Robert looks over at Armande. "And you-- keep your hands off her! She's mine...finally!" he says threateningly. Vanessa glances at Armande while holding the camera and gives him the "keep cool" sign.

Armande backs off holding his hands up. "Ay oh she's all yours kid have at it," he says looking mockingly frightened.

Vanessa covers her mouth with one hand and laughs quietly, and then sets the camera on the floor with the lense angled up to take in the room. She walks over to brother and sister. "Good Robert, good...now show her how you feel! Don't take no for an answer!" she prompts in a soothing voice. Cynthia looks at Vanessa in confusion and alarm.
"What??" she manages to get out.
Robert turns his sister's head to face him, and bends quickly to kiss her long and hard. She makes muffled squealing sounds and tries to push him away from her, but he's too strong and determined. Vanessa creeps around to stand behind Robert, and when he finally releases Cynthia, Vanessa stares at Cynthia with her mezmerizing snake-eyes, and Cynthia freezes in her tracks. Vanessa leans forward and places her chin on Robert's shoulder, never taking her eyes from Cynthia's.
"Take her, Robert! Look at her eyes! She's so enraptured from your kiss that she can't even move! Rip her clothes off! TAKE her!" she cries gleefully.
Robert's eyes blaze, and he starts pulling Cynthia's clothing off. Vanessa laughs, but always moves so Cynthia's eyes are locked with hers. She motions for Armande to get behind the drums, and continues egging Robert on. Soon Cynthia's clothes are laying torn around her feet, and Robert procedes to take his off as quickly as possible. Vanessa moves her hand, and Armande begins to play the bongos slowly and softly. Vanessa moves to stand in front of Cynthia, and pulls her down to her knees-- forcing her legs to bend-- and then grabs her shoulders and pulls her chest down so she's on her hands and knees on the floor.
"Look at this, Robert! She wants you so bad she's down on her hands on knees! Fuck her, Robert! FUCK her!" Vanessa urges in a strong voice. Robert is fully erect at this point, and quickly drops down behind his sister and goes to work. Vanessa laughs, feeling herself growing arroused at this great evil she's helped to wrought. She backs up to the canvas bag without taking her eyes off of Cynthia's anguished ones, opens it, and takes Una out. She places Una in front of Cynthia, and bends to whisper to the cobra. Then she moves over to Cynthia, crouches by her head, and begins stroking her hair.
"You see this cobra in front of you? You move or try to get away, she will strike before you even move your pinky, and you'll die." Vanessa says, lowering her eyebrows and narrowing her eyes. Then Vanessa gets to her feet-- taking her eyes from Cynthia's-- and Cynthia begins to cry and moan miserably. Vanessa skips over to Robert and bends down.
"Listen to her moan! You're pleasing her so well! Faster, Robert, faster!" Vanessa backs up to Armande and whispers, "His pace is yours to command, Armande! Have fun!" she says, patting his back, and then walks to stand in the center of the room. She slowly begins to disrobe while watching the incestuous rape hungrily.

Armande begins to pound on the drums, a normal pace at first then he increases his speed and he looks at Vanessa, "How quick you want this over with?" he whispers.

Vanessa smiles, throwing off the last of her clothing, and glances at Robert's face, and then back to Armande. "This is a good pace, he's close-- just keep it up!" she whispers back. She walks slowly over to the siblings and runs her hands over their backs, drinking in the misery and desire. Then she walks to stand behind Robert, and leans forward to press herself against his back, holding onto his shoulders and hanging on for the ride. She throws back her head and laughs loudly. After a moment, she pushes back off of Robert, runs to the canvas bag, takes out the voodoo doll and a wickedly-curved dagger, and runs over to the center statue to lay the doll before the statue.
She falls to her knees before the statue and raises her arms to the ceiling.
"Ayida Wedo! Rainbow-serpent goddess!" she calls and sprinkles some crushed hyacinth over the flame of the candle. "Ti Kita! Goddess of magick and death!" she continues, and sprinkles dried orange blossoms into the flame. "Papa Gede!" she cries, and motions to the food lining the walls of the room. "And any other deities who can hear my voice! I call to you in need of a favor, an act, and an answer! The favor being the cleansing of this room, that if it is being used by our enemies to scry into this house, that our enemies' eyes be shut forever! The act is the enchanting of this doll, which represents the traitor Evelyn!" Vanessa takes the doll in her other hand and holds it up to the ceiling. "Enchant it that she feel everything that's done to it as if it were her own body, that she may know the wrath of the gods when one of their servants is forsaken!" Vanessa puts the doll down. "The answer is to this question: if I am tainted by the King of Tears' powder, how do I become clean?"
Vanessa stands with the dagger and lets her body start moving to the drum-beat. She closes her eyes and lifts her hands to the ceiling, letting herself be taken over by the rhythm. Still moving her body, she opens her eyes and dances over to Robert, who seems to be completely oblivious to anything else going on around him. Vanessa bends down and whispers something to Robert, and suddenly his breathing grows harder and his face strains. Vanessa grabs his right hand in hers and holds it tightly, and then slips the dagger into it and removes her hand.
"Robert...finish this! You can't go back now!" she commands. Robert gasps as he feels the ending coming quickly, and Vanessa touches his hand. "You can't let her live! She'll tell everyone what happened! She'll hate you for what you did! She'll ruin her life!! She'll never want to be near you again!! Finish your pleasure, and then finish her!! Silence her mouth!!!" she shouts louder and louder and more and more commandingly, and just after that, Robert gives a loud cry, strains his muscles, grabs Cynthia by the hair, pulls her head back, and slashes her throat deeply with the dagger. Cynthia's eyes go wide, and then slowly grow dull, and she slumps to the floor when Robert releases her hair. Vanessa takes advantage of Robert's momentary distractedness to grab the dagger from him and hit him on the back of the head with the hilt, and he falls unconscious on top of his sister's body.
Vanesssa throws the dagger over near the voodoo doll, crouches down and soaks her hands in the puddle of blood near Cynthia's head, smears her hands down Robert's back, and then raises them to the ceiling again and dances around in time with the beating of the drums-- filled with ecstasy and jubilation!! She feels herself grow lighter and disconnected from the material realm, and then blanks out.

"Hello child...my child," a familiar female voice says using Vanessa's mouth. "This room is now....cleansed," she says as as she says this the room is filled with the smell of death and decay.
"As for the traitor, she is out of our reach and out of our mind worry not about that one." She walks over to the mirror so Vanessa can see. As she looks at her naked body her perception shifts as she sees green ooze drip from her fingers...her lips and other intimate places.
"I can cleanse you of this my daughter, but it will not be easy. Do you feel that you are truly ready for what I will ask?"

Vanessa looks at her reflection through the loa's eyes with horror and revulsion. "I am ready mother! I must rid myself of this corruption...this taint of the demon!" she communicates to the loa goddess earnestly.

"You must find the grave digger. You have seen him before. He is the catalyst of your infection. You must find him and give him to me." She says her eyes flaring red.

Vanessa feels an icy chill run through her, but sends the thought, "I will hunt him, and I will give him to you, Mother Ti Kita, mistress of death and magick! Thank you for showing me the answer to my question!"

Looking into the mirror she smiles and looks over at Armande. "A good drummer you have my daughter. Perhaps we should show him the pleasures of the Death Mother sometime..."

Vanessa smiles inwardly. "That we should, Mother, that we should. I have brought another for you to play with this evening, as well, and marked him with the blood of his sister, who he murdered only moments ago!" Vanessa communicates with glee. "And if your brother, Papa Gede, will not be appearing-- for we owe him a feast already-- we have other delicacies for you to sample, as you will!"

She smiles as she looks at the brother. "Yes coveteous, incestuous and pathetic. You have chosen a feast well, my daughter. I am raveneous I need to eat!"

Vanessa's body leaps over to Robert's unmoving form, picks him up, and slams him against the wall by his throat. She hisses something, and Robert's eyelids flicker open. When he sees Vanessa, his eyes are clear of the drug, and he looks surprised.
"What...happened? I don't like whatever that was you gave me-- it made me see things I--"
"Like you raping and killing your sister? LOOK!" Ti Kita orders, turning Robert's head with Vanessa's finger so he can see Cynthia's dead body laying in a pool of its own blood. Robert begins to whimper and moan, until Ti Kita/Vanessa lifts him off the ground by his neck. She plunges her fangs into Robert's neck and drinks, and Robert's moans turn to moans of pleasure. She slowly lowers him to the ground, and then runs her hands down to his biceps. She takes a good hold of his arms, and then rips them both out of their sockets.
The rest of Robert falls to the ground, and he begins screaming in disbelief and panic. Ti Kita/Vanessa tears into the flesh of the arms with her fangs, and begins devouring everything faster than humanly possible. Robert screams louder and scrambles to try to get up, but between his panic and lack of arms, he only succeeds in sliding around the wooden floor in his blood.
Ti Kita/Vanessa consumes everything-- bones, sinew, and all-- and then crouches...face, chest, and arms covered in gore...before Robert. She pauses only a moment to lick her lips, and then leaps. She lands crouched between his legs, and suddenly her head shoots down and latches onto his manhood. Robert shrieks...and then his shrieks die down into moaning again as Ti Kita/Vanessa drinks. She runs her hands over his stomach, back down, takes a hold of his member in one hand, and his testicles in the other, and suddenly tears both away with a shriek.
Robert's eyes pop open, his mouth falls into a wide grimace, and he rolls over onto his side. A few seconds later the shrieking commences again, and Ti Kita/Vanessa snacks on her prizes contentedly. When she finishes, she leaps over to Robert again-- who seems to be moving in and out of consciousness-- and sits on his chest. She lifts his head up, whispers something again, and Robert's eyes slowly open. She clutches his head in her hands and begins murmuring inaudibly, and Robert's eyes grow large.
Suddenly Vanessa's mouth distends and opens wide like a constrictor snake's, and Robert's body freezes as if in the thralls of a seizure. Ti Kita/Vanessa chomps down on Robert's head, and as his body thrashes, it also seems to be...deflating from the inside. Ti Kita/Vanessa drinks and drinks, and the longer she drinks, the flatter and more shrivelled Robert's body becomes, until finally it's just a suit of skin.
Ti Kita/Vanessa stands, throws the skin aside, and begins walking towards Armande slowly. As she does, her jaw resumes it's normal size, and then she smiles at Armande with her head lowered and her eyes gazing up at him desirously, advancing on him step by step.
"Do not worry for your safety or life, drummer, for both are protected by me. However, next time I come, I may wish to sample other...aspects of you, for you please me greatly."
Just as Armande is almost within touching-distance of Ti Kita/Vanessa, Vanessa's eyes suddenly roll back in her head, and she slumps to the ground.

Armande gets up from his crouching position and walks over to Vanessa and shakes her gently. "Hey Vanessa you ok down there?"

Vanessa makes a quiet noise, and slowly lifts her head-- pulling her curtain of hair out of her face and looking up at Armande. She feels dazed, but rejuvenated...and a little hungry. It seems that Ti Kita took every drop of her feast with her when she left. She looks around the room, and chuckles when she spots the skin-pile on the floor.
"I'm fine, Armande...just fine. Looks like we have quite the mess to clean up." she comments, slowly getting to her feet. She stretches and looks around at the food. "It looks like Papa Gede didn't come-- we can wrap up this food for you and put it in the fridge." She puts her hand on Armande's arm. "Thank you again, Armande, for everything."

Armande shrugs, "Eh I aim to please. I'll go get the mop," he says walking out of the door to the closet. He returns with the mop and pail and some garbage bags.

Vanessa cheerfully helps Armande clean up the mess, holding the garbage bag open for him as he drops the skin and siblings' various articles of clothing and belongings in, and then tying it up. The two work quickly to get everything out, put everything away, throw the appropriate refuse into the incinerator, and clean up the empty room. Somewhere along the way Vanessa finally decides to get dressed.
As Vanessa is on her knees collecting the ashes from the circle of protection into a jar, and Armande is mopping the blood-puddles, Vanessa look over her shoulder at Armande and smiles. "I'm sorry-- I know I promised you a little action in the ritual, but when I found the brother and sister with a dirty secret, I just HAD to let the brother finish the sister off! I meant her for you, originally."

Armande shrugs, "Eh she wasn't my type. She seemed to be a cold fish," he says as he wrings out the mop and slops it back on the floor.
"So who the fuck was that you had tonight?"

"Oh the loa? She is Ti Kita, Petro Loa of death and magick. Why? Did she make an impression on you?" Vanessa asks with a grin and raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, she walked over to me and I think she was hitting me up," he shrugs, "Is that good or bad, cause I don't want to end like this fuckin prick here."

Vanessa throws her head back and laughs. "Oh don't worry, you're a drummer-- you're completely protected and revered! She knows you're with me. Besides, when she was talking to me she told me she thought you were a good drummer, and she'd like to show you pleasures. But if you're not interested, I'll communicate that to her, and she'll leave you alone."

Armande shrugs, "As long as she doesn't tear my dick off, tear me to pieces or anything like she did to him I'm alright."

Vanessa laughs again and shakes her head. "She won't, she won't. She knows the rules for how we treat our ghouls...but I can definitely understand your concerns!" Vanessa laughs again, scoops the last of the ashes into the jar, and stands. Walking over to Armande, she cocks her head to the side and looks at him inquisitively.
"So what type of girl IS your type of girl, and what are you into, if you don't mind me asking. Giving pain? Receiving pain? Anything interesting?" She raises her eyebrows and smiles a devious smile.

Armande cocks an eyebrow and shakes his head. "You're the only woman I know who asks, rather than tries, to find out herself."

Vanessa chuckles and moves closer to Armande, fixing her eyes on him. "So you prefer me to find out the fun way, hmm? That's acceptable...speaking of 'finding out,' you did mention that you had some things that 'needed doing'..." Vanessa smiles, watching Armande and slowly rubbing the jar with her fingertips that she's holding.

Armande smiles, "Yeah but after we get this place clean. Carter would kill me if I left a mess like this."

"Aah Carter! I nearly forgot!" Vanessa says, dropping her seductive aire. "I need to speak with him right now-- I...have something for him. I don't know how long I'll be, but if I'm done before sunrise, I'll meet back up with you. Would that be alright?"

Armande looks around and nods, "Yeah go ahead, Vanessa. I'm almost done here."

Vanessa nods and smiles. "It looks good in here-- you can't even tell there was such a bloodbath of degredation and misery coating the place a while ago!" Vanessa laughs throatily and hurries out of the room and downstairs to speak with Carter.
The talk doesn't go the way Vanessa wanted it to, although she does enter her bedroom afterwards with a dazed smile on her face and two trickles of blood running down her neck from a deep bite-wound.
"Carter's a dangerous man with dangerous needs..." she thinks, feeling frustration and disappointment build within her. Once again she'd been rejected by one of her kindred! Her first impulse is to defy Carter's warning to stay away from him when he's arroused as he has no control over what he does. She's so CURIOUS as to what goes on behind those doors, and so sure that if she can just provide him with a victim and keep him interested in that, that she, too, can participate in whatever goes on in there.
Vanessa glances down at the covered, sleeping form on her bed, and brings a finger to her mouth as she thinks. She could sneak the girl into Carter's room, and then obfuscate and hold a camera while Carter enjoys himself...or she could simply leave the camera rolling in there and sneak out before he arrives...or she could wait outside and sneak in after him...no, no, no, if she goes into his sanctum without his authorization, it could be grounds for execution, or worse.
Vanessa hits her fist into her bedpost in frustration. She continues pacing for a moment until her rage and desperation finally start dying down and she can think clearly. She sensed that she angered Carter just now when she so stubbornly tried to get him to take her into his bedroom...she should give him a peace-offering, and leave it at that. Maybe...sometime in the future...she can get him to let her set up a camera in there. She'll have to be patient. But for now, best to show him her sincere apologies and affection, and call it good.
Vanessa throws the blanket off the auburn-headed girl she'd snatched from the club, and pulls her clothing off. She inspects the dress and shoes, shrugs, and puts them in her closet. Then she removes the shackles from the girl and replaces them with handcuffs and ankle-cuffs. She grabs her dagger, a hammer and long nails, throws the girl over her shoulder, and walks out of her room.
She walks up to Carter's door-- which is closed-- and knocks on the door. No answer. "Even better!" she thinks, and slides the girl off her shoulder and leans her against the door. She nails a nail on each side of the top of the door, and then on each side of the bottom of the door, puts the hammer down, and takes a hold of the girl. Suddenly filling her muscles with incredible strength by moving her blood, she snaps the chain of the handcuffs, and then the chain of the ankle-cuffs. Then she lifts the girl, hooks a handcuff over each of the top nails so the girl's arms are in a V-shape, and then hooks the anklecuffs to each of the bottom nails.
Finally Vanessa pulls out her dagger, and with careful precision, carves the words, "I'm sorry-" across the woman's chest, and then "Vanessa," from her sternum down to her lower abdoman. Her work done, Vanessa takes up the hammer, and runs down the hall and conceals herself in shadow, anxious to see Carter's reaction when he returns.

Carter walks down the hall past the kitchen and into the basement. He stops, noticing the girl there. He looks at the message and the girl again. He begins to giggle almost like a school girl. He takes her off the hooks and lugs her over his shoulder.
"I believe I will have to thank Vanessa," he says and then looks at the girl's body again.
"Later...much later..."

Vanessa watches Carter enter his room with the girl over his shoulder, and once his door is closed, she claps excitedly, smiling and giggling quietly with excitement and relief that her gift was accepted. A big smile on her face, she puts the hammer away and runs upstairs with a spring in her step.

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