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1. [Vampire-WW] Feeding
From: Christopher Ackney <christopher.ackney@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [Vampire-WW] Barging In
From: Christopher Ackney <christopher.ackney@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2005 16:26:24 -0500
From: Christopher Ackney <christopher.ackney@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [Vampire-WW] Feeding
Scene: Vincent's haven, Redemption, Night 8
Tentatively, Kathryn leaned towards the comatose girl. The scent of the
blood was all but overpowering now, but still her human instincts
battled
against the urge to feed.
"Don't be afraid," Vincent reassured, "you feel that you need it, don't
you..."
With a whimper, Kathryn bent her head to the girl's throat. Her lips
fastened on the tiny, pulsating puncture wounds, and the warm, sweet
blood
trickled into her mouth.
The first few drops of blood only increased her need, and Kathryn
cradled
the girl's head in her hands, lifting her to better drain her of the
sustaining fluid. Kathryn moaned softly as the power from the blood
flowed
through her, filling her body and mind, her very being.
For now, all thoughts of right and wrong, of morals, the future, and
even of
Vincent, were banished by the pulsing song of the blood.
Vincent leaned down onto the bed to whisper in Kathryn's ear. "Slowly,
my
sweet. Savour the moment, the ecstasy of life. For these precious
moments of
pleasure, eternity is ours."
He let her drink a moment longer, watching as the girl quivered beneath
Kathryn, lost in the feelings of pleasure that she had never
experienced
before.
"Now slowly come back to me, my love, one last sip and pull away."
Vincent's words came to Kathryn through a haze.
"Mmmmmmm," Kathryn languidly tried to focus her eyes on Vincent, but it
was
difficult, so difficult, with the warmth of the blood flowing into her.
Reluctantly, Kathryn's lips parted and she released her grip on the
girl's
throat. A thin trickle of blood ran from Kathryn's mouth, and she wiped
it
away with her fingers.
Slowly, she shook her head, looked at her hand, then at the girl.
"Is she ... dead?" she asked, softly.
Vincent smiled and gave her a comforting kiss on the forehead. "No, we
need
not kill to survive." He leaned back onto the bed and kissed the
woman's
neck. Pulling away, Kathryn saw that Vincent's bite had disappeared.
The
girl's neck was once again smooth and flawless.
"The Kiss, as we call it, is a pleasurable experience for both
participants,
as you now well know. We can get by with just a small drink every day
or
two, leaving the person merely light-headed for a few days. It is best
to
feed from different sources, so as to not drain them too much."
He came back to her, cupping her chin in his hand. "But, my sweet, we
do
have to be careful. After you feed, be sure to kiss the bite away, so
that
there is no suspicious mark left behind. And it can be all too easy to
lose
yourself in the sensations, and drink too much from your vessel. It is
indeed possible to drink away all their blood and kill them, so you
must be
on guard against this. Drink only what you need, and do not allow
yourself
to go too long without drinking. There is a Beast within us all, and if
we
let it loose, it can cause us to do the most horrible things."
He smiled, though, and embraced her. "But come, we needn't think on
that."
He glanced at the girl, still murmuring softly on the bed. "Let her
rest for
now."
Kathryn nodded, distractedly, her mind was elsewhere.
"A beast..." she whispered.
After a pause, she spoke again.
"So," she began, "you have been drinking from me?"
Vincent led her into the living room, and he took a moment to answer.
"Yes."
He said, finally. "I will not lie to you, my sweet. It is something we
must
do. But I ensured that I only took small amounts. And you have drunk
mine,
in return."
Kathryn looked up at him, aghast. "You mean ... when I was ... before I
became a vampire?"
Vincent nodded. "We have forged an intimate connection to each other,
one
stronger than words and promises. And it was necessary, for both of
us."
Kathryn sat down, still lost in thought. It was beginning to get very
overwhelming. "Vincent, how did I become ... what makes me a vampire? I
don't feel any different than I have, except for having some trouble
breathing ..." After saying it, Kathryn came to realize that she was in
fact
not breathing at all. A look of alarm crossed her face, as she began to
take
a deep breath.
Vincent knelt down beside her and soothed her. "Calm yourself, my love.
You
do not need to breathe any more. You need only one thing now. Blood is
all
that your body requires to continue as it is now, forever."
Relaxing a bit, she looked back to Vincent, afraid. "So, when you drank
from
me, I became a vampire?" She blinked her eyes to fight back tears. "And
that
girl ...?"
Vincent shook his head. "No, there is more to becoming a vampire than
that.
The girl will be fine, after some rest. I will see that she is safely
delivered to her home, so you need not worry yourself about her. We are
not
like those in the movies. We do not kill if we do not have to. We do
not die
and rise from our coffins days later. Garlic does not repulse us, nor
do we
need to be invited inside." He took her hands in his. "But there is
some
truth in the legends. Sunlight does burn us, and the faithful can force
us
back with their holy symbols. We are stronger and faster than we were
before, and with other abilities as well. And yes, humans do fear us,
because of those distorted legends. A wooden stake through our hearts
will
render us paralyzed, unable to move or act. It is because we are so
vulnerable that we remain in the shadows, and not reveal who we are."
This was too much to take in. "I think I see," she said, looking up at
Vincent, bravely, though her comprehension was no greater. If anything,
more
questions were whirling in her brain. And one horror greater than the
others...
Licking her lips, she forced herself to articulate the words.
"You say we do not die..." she began.
"No, my sweet," Vincent reassured.
"But ... if I am a vampire, then surely I am dead," Kathryn gulped.
"But you are not. You can think of it ... as a new beginning. A new way
of
life. To become a vampire, you had to be brought to the edge of death,
yes,
but the blood lets you live on, forever." He reached out and took her
hand
in his. Oh, he would miss her warmth, but she was his now, body and
soul.
Vincent turned his attention away from her. "Someone comes." He said,
listening. Kathryn tried to hear something, but nothing came to her.
Until
she heard a door bang open.
Shouting.
In a voice she knew.
NRPG: Still more to come.
Jointly submitted:
Carina Norris, aka Kathryn Church, Clan Toreador
and
Chris Ackney, aka Vincent Devereux, Clan Toreador
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Message: 2
Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2005 13:27:44 -0800
From: Christopher Ackney <christopher.ackney@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [Vampire-WW] Barging In
Scene: Heading towards Redemption, Night 8
Sonia sat beside Simon in the car, her arms folded and chin hunched in
to
her chest, softly giving directions to Redemption.
She supposed she should have gone there before. But that would have
been
like admitting that there was a problem, that Kathryn didn't have the
right
to be there if she wanted.
It would also have meant Sonia admitting to herself that she was
worried
about her friend. Yes, Kathryn had changed since she had met Vincent -
she
was more outgoing, and had a joyful glow about her - but she never just
*disappeared* like this.
But a confrontation wasn't going to help anyone...
"Okay, there it is," she said, indication the club.
Simon drew to a halt, and got out, leaving Sonia to climb out of her
side of
the car. She hung back in the shadows, unwilling to be involved.
Simon strolled up to the door. The regular crowd was already inside,
and a
muffled buzz of conversation and music spilled out into the street. He
noticed that Sonia was no longer with him, and strode angrily back to
the
car.
"What do you think you're playing at? You're the one who's going to get
me
in there! I don't even know this *Vincent's* name!"
"It's Devereaux," Sonia said, softly. "And don't worry, I'll do what I
can."
Sonia smiled at the bouncer, Leon, in his customary place at the door.
"I've brought a friend tonight," she said.
Leon raised an eyebrow, but allowed them through. Moments after they
had
disappeared into the throng, he motioned to Michael, whispered a few
words
and indicated the direction they'd taken.
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"I don't see her..." Simon muttered.
"Me neither," said Sonia, as she scanned the room.
"Is *he* here?" asked Simon.
Sonia shook her head. "No, but I suppose his performance could be
later. If
he plays at all. He doesn't always."
"Well, that just isn't good enough, Sonia," said Simon. "He's going to
speak
to me, whether he likes it or not. If he's got Kathryn here...
"Who's in charge, that is, when *Vincent* isn't around?" Simon added,
nastily.
"I guess I could look for Michael," Sonia replied, "though I don't
think any
of this is going to help. Why don't you just sit down and enjoy the
music,
and I'll make some enquiries, see if Kathryn's been here recently."
But by now Simon was determined that Kathryn was here, and he wasn't
going
to leave without her.
"Is there some problem, Miss Parmenter?" Michael asked Sonia, emerging
from
the crowd.
Simon spun around, and stepped in front of Sonia to confront Michael.
"You
bet there is, boyo. Who are you, anyway?"
"Simon ..." Sonia pleaded from behind.
"My name is Michael. If I can be of some help ..."
Simon stuck a finger out and jabbed Michael in the chest. "Look, I'm
tired
of all this run-around. I'm Kathryn's boyfriend, and I want to see her
right
now."
"I don't believe that she's here tonight ..." Michael began.
"And enough of that crap!" Simon roared back. "Look, pal, either take
me to
her now, or I'll have the police in here so fast you won't even have
time to
blink.
Michael raised his hands, both to placate Simon, and to signal Leon,
who was
watching from afar. The bouncer seemed ready to pounce, but Michael
didn't
want any further trouble stirred up. "Very well, come with me. I'll see
if
she's here."
Michael led the others to the back door. Just as he opened it, Simon
shoved
in front of him and charged up the stairs. "Kathryn!" He yelled out,
pausing
at the top to get his bearings. "Kathryn! Where are you!?" He
continued,
going to the first door and pounding on it.
NRPG: Oh oh ... Kathryn's about to be found out, it seems ...
Jointly submitted:
Carina Norris and Chris Ackney, aka Sonia and Simon
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