There are 4 messages in this issue.
Topics in this digest:
1. [WEB] - Oh What a Night!
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [DL-W] Under the Dead Tree
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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3. [Vampire-WW] Realizations
From: Christopher Ackney <christopher.ackney@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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4. [WEB] One Angry Blonde
From: Teri Kemerer <vampchick21@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 10:00:33 -0800
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [WEB] - Oh What a Night!
Day 23
Late Evening
Gala Event
Kysen slipped from the opera a few moments after the last strains of
the
music could be heard, and before the curtain calls that were sure to
come.
She figured if she ducked out the side door, she could be ready to
receive
those who had not come to the opera, and were only coming to the
charity
ball.
Lucien, ever diligent escorted her, and altho he was stern looking and
rather intimidating in his tux, she could not shake that certain
strange
image of a faithful watch dog.
She chuckled to herself with that thought, and knew if he suspected her
of
such a thought he would kill her. She liked the idea of thinking of
him in
that way, it made it easier to be around him at times. Altho she
mused...this morning...he had been a different person altogether; one
that
she would not mind getting to know.
Lucien placed her gently in the back seat of the limo, and went to sit
in
the front. Kysen was left in the peaceful quiet of the back to close
her
eyes, remember the beautiful music and take a quick breath, before her
real
duty started.
Kysen was to greet and welcome all the guests. She felt it was her
place
and duty to welcome them all. To make sure they felt special and
noticed,
especially since many gave very generously.
Once at the side entrance, Lucien again checking everything twice, and
feeling she was still safe, escorted her into the reception area and
seeing
that she had indeed arrived before anyone, walked through the ballroom,
checking to make sure all was ready and well stocked and the guests
would
have the best night.
Kysen was excited. This was going to be a night everyone remembered,
and it
was going to be great.
When the call went up that the guests were indeed beginning to arrive,
Kysen
positioned herself and with Lucien lurking in the back ground and
hovering
near her she began to welcome the guests.
It did not take her long to put on her mask and fall into the role she
had
seen her mother do thousands of times before.
She enjoyed this role, as her mother before her, and so the first hour
went
by faster that she would have thought.
Lucien on the other hand was not happy with anything. The lay out left
her
vulnerable for minor incidents to occur. It was to open and casual on
one
hand that could allow anyone to slip in unnoticed.
When he got tired of hearing the same things said over and over, and
his
lady sounding like it was the first time she had ever spoken those
words, he
excused himself and wandered.
He liked to wander about, prowl if you wish to use the term. For it did
fit
better what he did. Lucien worked the room, quickly and thoroughly and
when
he felt that there were no disturbances within the room, he made his
way
back to her side.
The line was beginning to pick up and he groaned silently to himself,
knowing it was going to be a long, long evening. Lucien slipped in
behind
her and stood quietly watching everything and everyone.
He looked up as he heard her gasp and give out a soft cry of joy. He
searched the line of people slowly making their way up the stairs, and
he
smiled when he was sure he had picked out the one whom she had just
seen.
The one she referred to as her sister-friend; Dr. Fionula Mac Creavey.
He
noticed she wore a similar gown of simple linen in the old style of
Egyptian
dress. He watched as the two women hugged and whispered to one another
for
a moment. The good doctor seemed slightly out of sorts, but his lady
only
seemed to glow and radiate her happiness. Lucien caught his smile as
he
reminded him self, her happiness was what mattered the most.
Kysen looped her arm within Fi's and smiled at her. "I'm overjoyed
that you
have agreed to join me tonight, and to be my co-host! You're presence
here
will make this go ever so more quickly. And I get to introduce you to
everyone!"
Fi rolled her eyes. "Agreed? It's called shang hai, Kysen." She
murmured,
barely audible. She glanced behind her at the line starting to grind
to a
halt and stepped aside to stand with Kysen and plastered a smile on her
face
and tried to look like she knew what she was doing. As a final sotto
voce
comment, she added, "And you are SO dead, woman."
Kysen chuckled softly and turned to greet her guest, many she
recognized
from her youth and happily and cheerful introduced her sweet
sister-friend
to them, and thanked them for all their contributions during the past
years.
Kysen noticed that Fionula seemed out of sorts, and kept glancing back
at
Lucien. She smiled and squeezed her hand in reassurance. She knew how
Lucien could affect people, and she wanted Fi to have a grand time this
night.
She would have to speak to him about this later.
One pair of hands touched hers and she felt a cold life-less force bolt
through her. "Thanks for the invite darling. I expect this to be a
most
interesting night!"
Kysen looked up and saw a pair of piercing amber eyes. The young man
was
impeccably dressed, and not a hair out of place. The smile more of a
smirk,
and before she could respond in anyway, he slipped past and disappeared
into
the crowd.
Kysen watched and then turned her attention back to Fi and the other
guests.
Lucien noticed her reaction to the sleek young man, and he knew
immediately something was just not right. He slipped from her side and
melted into the crowd and began his search.
Kysen smiled as she watched Lucien disappear into the mass of people,
and
she felt Fi relax.
"Kysen dear, you look...festive." a soft cultured voice, with just a
hint of
condescension floated towards the two greeters.
Kysen smiled and looked up and saw her dear friend and his mother.
"Jamie!" Kysen rejoiced at seeing her dear old friend, and forgetting
herself for just a moment she happily hug him. It was SO good to see
him
again. She heard the soft clearing of a throat and hiding her smile
she
turned to face his mother.
"Mrs. Frederick Cavendish, I would like to introduce you to my co-host
and
sister-friend Dr. Fionula Mac Creavey." Kysen replied.
"Fi. this is Schuyler Jamison Cavendish, known to a special few as
Jamie."
Kysen smiled and she watched them eye each other.
Ignoring the blueblood in front of her - and AHA, was that Kysen's
trick?
Stick her with a snobby dried up stick for the evening? - Fi extended
her
hand to his mother - as was proper. "A pleasure to meet you, Mrs.
Cavendish," she said softly. "I hope you will enjoy the evening."
Stifling her sense of annoyance at Kysen for what was surely a set-up,
she
then extended her hand in a brief handshake. "And Mr. Cavendish; a
pleasure
as well. Please enjoy the festivities tonight."
As Kysen turned to welcome their next guest, standing before her were
two
young women she had seen when she and FI had visited that unique club.
The bright blood red spiked hair was certainly an eye opener. And when
the
other one stepped closer with her blue hair Kysen heard a soft gasp of
outrage and noticed that Mrs. Cavendish had turned back and was
appalled at
what she witnessed.
"I can't believe what THEY are allowing in these days." she whispered
just
loud enough for the small group to hear.
"Yes mother, let me escort you to your table." Jamie replied in his
calming
soothing tones as he took his mother's arm and began to lead her away
from
the receiving line.
He turned ever so slightly and grinned in the direction of Kysen and
winked.
Kysen laughed and stole a glance to see what Fi thought.
Fi had been smothering a smile at the witches appearance, anticipating
some
reactions, but hadn't expected it to be audible to THEM. Her lips
thinned
with disapproval and she turned away from the Cavendishes, missing the
conspiratorial wink, and smiled extra warmly at Vic and Shikyo to make
up
the difference. "We're so glad you could make it. Please enjoy the
evening."
Kysen added her warm greetings and continued to welcome those who came
up
from behind. She looked out over the sea of people, some who already
mingled, some dancing, many standing around chatting. The din of happy
voices along with the cheery sound of tinkling glasses and the soft
strains
of music wafted up to where Kysen and Fi stood.
Kysen wondered where Lucien had gotten himself too. It was not like
him to
be gone so long, but without him there, Fi was much more relaxed and
she had
to admit with him standing behind like a vulture ready to pounce on
anything
that moved; things felt lighter and less oppressive.
With that thought in her mind, and putting the image of Snoopy as
vulture
she giggled to herself and knew he would kill her if he ever knew she
would
picture him in such a way.
"Good Evening Miss Skye, I have been looking forward to meeting you." A
soft
smooth voice caught her attention. Kysen looked up to see a very
handsome
man, dressed in the usual black tux, altho he seemed to make it look
different and unique.
Fi had more or less turned her mind to drift as she greeted the guests
- an
important task, but usually a boring one - and the sudden sense of DOG
that
came from (dear god) BEHIND her not only made the hairs on the back of
her
neck stand up but made her gasp and give a little jump.
With the sound of a voice that was vaguely familiar Fionula turned to
find
her self standing in front of one person she had not thought she would
have
ever seen again.
"Evening, Miss.or was that Dr. Mac Creavey?" He said warmly extending
his
hand to take hers in his. He smiled warmly and lifted her hand as he
bent
his lips to lightly brush against just the ridge of her knuckles.
The touch of his lips against the back of her hand (and why did that
remind
her so of being bit?) startled Fi into remembering that this was the
part
where she said something. "Yes, um, hi, yes Doctor technically,
but..."
She took a deep breath and tried again. "A pleasure to see you again,
Kayn,"
He smiled and turned to take Kysen's hand. As with Fionula, he raised
her
hand to his lips and lightly brushed them against the ridge of her
knuckles.
He allowed his lips to linger there, perhaps longer than proper, but
then
he also wish to take in her scent, and he knew that her protector
watched.somewhere.lurking in the shadows. Why not give him something
to do?
"I am Kayn, of Kayn Corporation." He introduced himself.
"I am SO excited to meet you!" Kysen bubbled over with excitement. As
the
blush reached her cheeks; as the tingling feeling of his lips softly
nibbling her knuckles.
"I would so much like to take some time to visit with you and talk
about
some of our common goals."
At this moment, Lucien had given up trying to track that being that
slipped
in under their noses. It was one of the walking dead and out in the
open.
Many things had changed through the centuries.
Suddenly the scent of the air changed, and he felt the hairs rise up in
defense of that which was his. His eyes scanned the room and slowly
stopped
at the top of the stairs and saw..
Lucien took off, rushing through the throng of humanity as he tried to
keep
his cool, and not disturb the crowd and make more of a show than was
necessary.
Who did he think he was to stroll in here and make a mockery of such
proceedings?
Lucien reached the top of the stairs, where Kysen stood, still radiant
and
glowing with such open happiness, HE was no where to be found. Lucien
looked around, to see where that coward had ducked too. Nothing.as if
he
had never been there.
He snarled softly and went to step back behind where Kysen had placed
herself. Fionula hearing what sounded like a snarling dog looked up to
see
him standing behind them. He looked like a big ugly snarling dog. Fi
decided this was a good time for her to make a quick exit; a polite
one; but
quick never-the-less.
"I need to mingle for a bit Ky." Fi stammered out and darted into the
thinning crowd. Ky watched her hurry down the stairs and she just knew
it
had something to do with Lucien and his grumbling mood.
Kysen took the opportunity of the lull in the line to turn and look at
her
"protector". "Is this how you will protect me Lucien?" she asked.
"You
scare everyone away?"
"I will do what I must and what is needed my lady." He replied simply.
Kysen softly sighed and turned her attention back to the slowly
dwindling
line of guests and returned to her duties.
Kysen shook hands and welcomed many and was beginning to look forward
to
mingling, and perhaps finding a bit to eat. She had not realized this
would
take so much out of her.
When she turned back towards the next set of people, she was greeted by
a
very beautiful woman. Kysen went to introduce herself, and realized she
did
not know who she was speaking too.
"Alorian Miller, Assistant Principal, Northwood School" The woman
introduced
and turned to indicate her escort. "This is. Alex." She smiled as her
tone
softened.
"Welcome Ms Miller and Alex." Kysen replied.
"We are here as guests of Kayn Corp." Alorian interrupted with a warm
smile.
"Well, enjoy." Kysen smiled and nodded as they began to move past her.
Kysen smiled again and turned to the older couple as they approached
her.
Alorian and Alex moving past her began their descent into the room
swimming
with people. Slowly moving down the stairs they took in the view and
layout
of the room.
"Ok Princess," Alex whispered in Alorian's ear. "go mingle and find
this.Kayn. But remember..I have your back."
They moved into the sea of people and were lost to view.
Lucien sensed something as they passed, but they were of no threat to
her,
and with their mission, so he let them pass. He kept feeling like
something
was just not right. He felt the hairs rise up and his skin begin to
crawl.
Suddenly his inner warning system went haywire, and he knew. HE was
here!
Lucien moved with a grace that belied his panic and inner rage. Kysen
heard
him growl something about staying put, until he returned and moved down
the
stairs and also disappeared into the throng of people.
Kysen turned again and greeted the people in front of her and chatted
happily with those she remembered, or recognized and enjoyed this part
of
the evening. She was so happy that so many had turned out, and the
amount
of money that had been donated.
Kysen heard the throng of noise before she saw the popping of the
lights
below. She smiled and wondered who the celebrity was. The crowd had
thinned and she was glad that she was about to end her greeting, and
begin
to enjoy the rest of the evening, with mingling and chatting up her old
friends.
Kysen watched as the vividly, brilliantly attired woman slowly ambled
her
way towards her. Her escort appeared to be in more of a hurry, and
wore an
interesting look on his features.
Kysen finished with her greeting of those who were now beginning their
way
down the stairs to join the others in the celebration. Kysen smiled
and
turned to find herself face to face with the glamorous women who
stopped
before her.
Kysen did not instantly recognize her, and she paused for a moment
wondering
who her celebrity was. The woman smiled and extended her hand.
"Blaze Winthrop," the woman spoke softly, but clearly in her cultured
voice.
"Of Winthrop Corp." she added.
"Welcome and thank you for your generous contributions." Kysen smiled
warmly.
Blaze turned to introduce Markus, and found her self alone. Irritated
but
hiding the surprise at finding herself alone, she turned her attention
back
to Kysen with a winning smile.
"It is a pleasure." She replied and moved away from Kysen and began the
slow
descent of the stairs into the waiting crowd. She knew she would find
Markus later, he would turn up, he always did.
Kysen turned to the last remaining few who made their way up the stairs
and
warmly greeted them as well. It had been a long few hours, but the Ball
was
officially on its way.
Kysen then made her way back down the stairs. She enjoyed the view of
the
throng of happy people. The mixed sounds of voices chatting, laughing
and
enjoying themselves, along with the soft mixture of the music that
weaved
itself through the crowd, helped create this magical moment.
Kysen had no clue where Lucien had gotten to, but then, that was just
as
well. This was her time to enjoy and mingle and having the over
protective
vulture like guard dog would not help.
Kysen set out to find where Fionula had taken herself. There were many
opportunities for Fi to enjoy herself tonight...Ky had made sure. Just
as
she reached the floor she felt a sudden bolt of...what was that
feeling?
Kysen stopped and looked around her, but with the room so full of
people she
could not quite pin point where the source of the impending doom came
from.
Kysen felt the hairs rise and flush her entire body with such a chill.
She
tried to catch her breath and find that mask to hid the sudden fright
she
had.
What could have caused such a powerful reaction to her? Was Lucien
right?
Did the evil she sought come to find her instead? And what of that
shocking
hand shake she had earlier? The one that called to her senses that
something
was not right?
And as before, as quick as the foreboding came, it was gone; like it
had not
happened, and the warmth of the room returned. Kysen smiled, relaxed
and
made her way into the sea of people.
[TAGS- Okay everyone, the Ball has begun. Let the fun begin.]
[SUMMARY]
Kysen gets to the Ball and sets up the welcoming line and begins her
duty.
Fionula arrives and helps her with the greeting for a time. Many
noticeable
people arrive. When the line appears to be over, Kysen descends the
stairs
to join the fun. She experiences a sense of foreboding and sudden
fright.
As soon as it appears, it disappears.
Respectfully Submitted by
Carys Murray
Aka
Kysen Skye
Reborn and Chosen of Ma'at
& Lucien
Protector of the Chosen
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Message: 2
Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 13:30:45 -0600
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-W] Under the Dead Tree
Ash'chenon waited for Reginald on the way back to the Earl's quarters.
It was a small, bare hill, devoid of grass, with only a short twisted
bare
tree at it's top. Years ago, it was said, there was a fight between two
males at the start of a mating flight. One of the dragons, bellowing in
pain, had managed to flame this spot. A fitting place, Ash thought, to
meet Reginald.
Ash himself had opted for a more courtly appearance, at least as far
as a military man would adopt; black pants and short jacket, black
boots, a white shirt open at the neck, a glimpse of light silvery mail
beneath. His sword hung on his belt, Viper's overlong jade hilt carved
into the likeness of a striking snake.
Ash watched as Reginald trudged to the bottom of the hill and looked
up; their eyes met, the Earl hesitating before continuing on his path.
The older man came to a stop before Ash, as if waiting for some
underling to bow and move aside. Ash did not.
A long moment passed, and finally Reginald looked directly at
Ash'chenon; his demeanor was impatient, irritated, but that
look quailed as he met Ash's passionless grey eyes, one nearly
white from a long-ago injury.
"Ash'chenon," he said, pretending to examine his fingernails.
"Lord Reginald," Ash replied. "It's been a... very... long time."
"Not long enough." Reginald's chin raised. "I should have
expected to see you here, out in this rude wilderness. Where
you riders squat in caves and roll on the floor with the dogs.
You and your unnatural pairings with the dragons." His face
cleared. "I thought you properly dead and gone."
"Not yet," Ash replied.
"Too bad. Off to join your dragon, and all that."
Ash's eyes flashed, but he did not rise to the barb; rather,
he said, "I caught the last part of your conversation with
Aridergh."
"You were always a meddlesome snoop, as I recall."
Ash smiled in response. "You seemed... less than enamored
with her."
"Small wonder, Ash'chenon, considering that she's been
raised out here. Once she's been exposed to a courtly
life, she'll know how to act."
"It seemed to me that the real suprise was not her actions...
it was the company she kept."
"That, too, can be changed."
"Can it? You'll never get it, Reginald." The deliberate lack
of a title made the Earl seethe. "A dragon is not a toy to
discard at a whim. It is a pairbond, a lifelong link between
the two. It cannot be broken."
"You did."
"As you say, I should be dead." Ash paused. "She belongs
with her people. She belongs in a warren."
"The king says different."
"The king is of the landbound. I do not recognize his
authority."
"Bah!" Reginald glared at Ash. "You once did. I think you
grossly overestimate your own worth, general. You were
a tool, nothing more. You are still a tool. You follow the
commands of others. People like me."
"No." Ash smiled, just a little. "Not like you, Reginald."
There was a moment of stunned silence, then the
Earl's face turned purple with rage. "How -dare- you
address me so!"
"I dare many things." Ash rested on hand on the hilt
of his sword, took a step forward; Reginald's face changed
from red to white. "You think that I may be challenging
you, my Lord? You feel your honor might be trampled?
You wish satisfaction?"
Another moment of silence. "No," Reginald said. "You're
not worth the effort."
"Indeed." Ash'chenon looked away. "And neither is
Ari. Leave my protege' be, Reginald. There are certainly
many women more suitable for you at Ralengarde."
"No. It is my right, given by the king himself. I will take
her, and you have nothing to say about it."
"Yes. I do. Aridergh is not just some country girl, subject
to your greed and your lust. She is also a dragonrider, and
a citizen of the Warrens."
"That is immaterial."
"If you think so. I will feel sorry for you, when you discover
differently." Ash paused. "No, that's not right. I won't
feel sorry."
"You have no idea of her worth. Whatever has to be
done, will be done. She will come with me."
"I know... far more than you think, Reginald. Far more
than you yourself know."
"Whatever you know will help you little, when I return
to the capital. Your... protege', did you say? will soon
forget whatever trash you've put in her head. I'll see
to that."
Ash sighed. "You will learn, I suppose. You'll be
disappointed. The first, of course, being that Ari
will not be accompanying you."
"We shall see, Ash'chenon." Reginald's jaw set,
his head tilted back a little, and he marched away;
but Ash had some small satisfaction in that the
Earl had to walk around him to do so. He sighed
again, and headed to see Ari.
[tag- Carys]
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Summary: Ash'chenon meets Reginald as he heads
back to his quarters; they argue over Ari's fate.
Respectfully submitted by:
Allen Veazey
veazeyae@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
and Wyndamenth
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Message: 3
Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 11:46:55 -0800
From: Christopher Ackney <christopher.ackney@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [Vampire-WW] Realizations
Scene: The Toreador Club, Night 8
It took only a short time to get to the Toreador Club, but for Kathryn,
it
seemed an eternity, as her nerves started to get the better of her over
the
possibilities to come.
The club was quiet tonight, with only a few cars parked in front of the
building, and most of the lights turned out. Adrian led the way as
Henry
walked beside Kathryn. He gave her a sad look, empathizing with her
plight.
Inside, Jacques merely bowed to the three, and let them pass without a
word.
It felt strange that it was so quiet. Her other visits had been filled
with
music and talk, laughter and clinking glasses. But now it was the
silence
that filled her ears, becoming almost painful.
They reached the second floor, and Adrian opened the doors to
Danielle's
room, and stepped to the side to let Henry escort Kathryn inside.
Danielle was radiant, wearing a shimmering, silver dress that dangled
with
clear jewels. The fabric was sheer, and clung tightly to Danielle's
elegant
form. She smiled upon seeing her guest. "Kathryn, I am so pleased you
could
come." Her gaze flickered to Adrian and Henry. "You may leave now.
Kathryn
and I have much to discuss ... in private."
Adrian and Henry bowed their heads, but Henry hesitated by Kathryn's
side.
Adrian reached out to his partner and took him by the shoulder, and
then
Kathryn was left alone as the doors closed and locked behind her.
She looked round as the lock clicked, then back at Danielle. Kathryn
realised she was shaking. She had sensed Adrian and Henry's unease, and
her
nerves were shredded enough as it was.
Nervously, she began.
"You wanted to see me, Lady Danielle?"
Danielle smiled, and made her way over to Kathryn, a subtle sway to her
hips. She was all things feminine, and yet she carried herself with a
confidence that spoke of power.
"Yes, dear Kathryn, I have been so worried for you since you left
yesterday.
I had to be sure that you were okay."
Kathryn backed away slowly, and a frown crossed Danielle's face. "Why
do you
back away? Why are you afraid of me? I offer you so much, freely, and I
ask
for so little."
Kathryn bumped up against a table, and she jumped in surprise.
Danielle stopped before her, and her face darkened. "You have upset me,
Kathryn. You have not shown me the respect that I deserve. Vincent may
have
found you, but I will make you. You will be mine." She said with
finality.
Kathryn shook, as if a wave of force washed over her, and she gazed up
at a
Goddess. How could she have been so wrong about Danielle? The woman had
been
so wonderful to her, and Kathryn felt shame at her treatment of her.
"Danielle ..." Kathryn murmured. She felt a bit dizzy, and momentarily
lost
her balance. Danielle reached out and took hold of her, drawing her in
to a
warm embrace.
"Yes, my Kathryn, I am here." Danielle whispered, brushing Kathryn's
hair
back. Her neck exposed, Danielle opened her mouth and bit gently into
Kathryn's neck. Kathryn shuddered in her arms, a short gasp escaping
her
lips as Danielle began to slowly drink.
Then, Danielle's eyes opened wide, and she pulled away, a slight trail
of
blood running from her lips. She looked on in horror at Kathryn. "You
....
you've been embraced ... but ..."
Anger then flashed across Danielle's face. "Damn him." She glared up at
Kathryn. "Leave, now! Run back to Vincent before I do something rash!"
Her
voice all but boomed within the room.
Her hand to her throat, Kathryn took a step back, her legs trembling.
"But ... Danielle..." she said, her hand reaching out to the blonde
vampire.
A few moments ago she had been terrified; now the terror still
remained, but
she couldn't leave Danielle. She took her hand from her neck and looked
at
the blood there, and shuddered. But her feelings were mixed - the blood
was
not repellent, but ...
And Danielle had done this to her! But, still she couldn't bear to
leave
Danielle. Not after ... she remembered the sensation after Danielle's
lips
brushed her throat.
She looked at her hand again. Then at Danielle, the bright blood
trickling
from her throat.
"Danielle..." her voice quavered.
"Get out!" Danielle screamed, taking a step towards Kathyrn.
Kathryn's nerve snapped. She spun around and fled, bursting through the
door
and colliding with Adrian, who was waiting a respectful distance down
the
corridor.
"Kathryn?" he asked.
She pushed him away, shaking her head, her eyes blurry with tears.
Rushing into the night, the cold air hit her and she slowed to a walk.
Hugging her flimsy clothes around her for comfort, she put her head
down and
started walking.
Back to Redemption.
Back to Vincent.
A car came to a screeching halt beside her, and Vincent burst out.
"Kathryn!" He exclaimed, going to her. "Are you all right?"
"Vincent." Kathryn replied with relief. She fell into his arms, and her
tears formed bloody stains on his white shirt.
"You're injured." Vincent said after a moment's comforting. He held her
back
slightly, and examined her neck.
"Danielle ..." Kathryn said, finding it difficult to breath. She
actually
had to work at drawing in a breath and expelling it. "She ... bit me, I
think ..."
"You're pale as well, and cold. You need sustenance." Vincent did a
quick
check of the road, then bit into his wrist.
He then held out his bloody wrist to her. "Come, drink, before you lose
yourself."
Kathryn's eyes widened in horror.
"But..." she began, "I can't..."
Strange, unwelcome sensations whirled in her brain, as she stared at
the
blood dripping from Vincent's wrist. Only a moment had passed, though
it
seemed like an eternity.
She took Vincent's hand in hers, and raised it to her lips, as if for a
kiss. But then the scent of the blood overwhelmed her, and she fastened
her
lips on the punctures, and drank deeply.
Bloody tears flowed from her eyes, as she felt strength returning to
her
limbs.
Finally she stopped, realising she had dropped to her knees beside
Vincent.
She stared at the tiny puncture marks, already healing, and kissed them
tenderly.
Kathryn looked up at Vincent, her eyes distraught.
"Oh, Vincent," she whispered. "What have I done?"
Vincent looked down at her, and smiled tenderly. "Hush now, it takes
time to
adjust. But first, I need you to concentrate. Feel the warmth that is
currently flowing through your body."
Kathryn was hesitant, but calmed herself, listening to Vincent's
instructions.
"Feel the power behind that warmth. Notice how it makes you stronger,
makes
your senses more refined. Now take some of that warmth, some of that
power,
and concentrate on your neck. Remember the soft curve of it, the
smooth,
white skin. Direct the power into that image, make yourself whole
again."
For a moment, nothing happened. Kathryn had closed her eyes, searching
for
the power that Vincent spoke of. Then, slowly, the two bite marks
slowly
closed in on themselves. Kathryn's blood stopped flowing as the wound
healed, leaving only two tiny scars behind.
Vincent cleaned Kathryn's neck, then kissed her scars lightly. "Almost
like
new." He mused to himself. "It will take some time to fully heal. Now
then,
you say Danielle did this to you?"
Kathryn opened her eyes, and looked at Vincent, then nodded mutely.
Vincent smiled again. "Oh, what tangled webs." He mused.
"To think, the oldest nearly bonded to the youngest. How delightful."
He
said, laughing.
Kathryn still looked distraught.
"Bonded?" she said. "I don't understand. Do you mean Danielle and me?
What
was she trying to do to me? And Danielle, she's not old."
She covered her face with her hands.
"I just don't understand," she whispered, her voice muffled.
"There, now," Vincent soothed, taking off his jacket and draping it
around
Kathryn's shoulders, not for warmth but for the comfort it gave her.
Kathryn
gratefully snuggled into the jacket and allowed Vincent to lead her
back to
his car. Another car drove past, noticing only a pretty young girl,
rather
upset, being comforted by her kind boyfriend.
Vincent's expression was thoughtful on the drive back to Redemption,
and
Kathryn remained silent, only occasionally glancing up at him. Her mind
was
a maelstrom, black thoughts and fears swirling.
So, she was a Vampire? No. Impossible.
But how could she explain all that had happened?
Vincent was a vampire too, and Danielle. And Danielle had bitten her.
Kathryn shuddered - fear and revulsion, though also ... a memory of
pleasure?
She looked back at Vincent. It couldn't be possible. Vampires were
evil.
She closed her eyes again and tried to block out the fearful thoughts.
Jointly submitted:
Carina Norris, aka Kathryn Church, newly embraced Toreador
and
Chris Ackney, aka Danielle and Vincent, clan Toreador
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Message: 4
Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 14:56:01 -0500 (EST)
From: Teri Kemerer <vampchick21@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [WEB] One Angry Blonde
Day 23
Late Evening
Gala Event
Blaze stood, tapping one high heeled foot in a steady rythym as she
listened to the self-absorbed ramblings of the 75 year old newsanchor
of one of her television stations. It wasn't in annoyance of him,
although she certaintly could have done without listening once again to
the list of Emmys the touped journalist had won over the decades. It
was Markus who had earned her irritation.
What the hell was the little idiot on anyway? First his spouting off
in the limo about new directions and meaning in his life, then rushing
her up the stairs into the ball, causing her to almost snap the heel of
her $1,000 shoes, now he had disappeared utterly, without saying a word
to her.
In short, Blaze Winthrop, behind the fixed smile, was furious. The
little bastard would still be posing in Sears Cataloges if it hadn't
been for her.
Enough was enough frankly. She'd had her fill of pretty boys that did
not appreciate what she did or could do for their useless careers.
Perhaps it was time to associate herself with men as powerful as
herself, give herself new challenges?
Politely extracting herself from the newsanchor's listing of awards and
accomplishments, Blaze moved to the bar, looking for a strong drink to
sooth her ire.
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