The battle raged for hours one tribe expanding their frozen domain and the other protecting their homes from Wolf clan’s mighty warriors. The Bear clan sits in an area of the world that has strong fishing and whaling grounds. The Bear clan women are tall and strongly built and the men are shorter in stature and wide to better grapple the nets on the slippery ice. The Bear clan use long hooks and short dagger in battle weaving in and out with ease and grace that normally evade such stout people. The people of the Wolf clan are tall with slim taught muscles that are normally used in the more temperate climate hunting game and running with the giant wooly beasts that are in abundance so close to the warmer parts of the world.

The Wolf clan hunter Tukat (T-oo-Kut) fights with ferocity and guile moving with his pack mates brandishing the double curved blades. The union found in the wolf clan fighters goes beyond physical explanation seeming as though each speaks their intent without ever saying a word in a beautiful dance of death. The shamans of the people are chanting and casting spells of Ice and Wind battling over the territories each covets. She is among the shamans beautiful in her wrath battling with spells that make the ground tremble and the sky plead for release. Her dark robes lined with the white fur from the sacred beast the clan follows. The sides split leaving a glimpse of her strong physic and ample body, the horned tiara showing her rank no longer an apprentice but a shaman in her own right. The staff she wields glows with white fury as ice bolts fly from her will alone, the ancient words spoken almost sounds like a song to Tukat.

The battle is called to a halt when darkness happens upon them to care for the wounded and perform the funeral pyres for the dead. The clan leaders meet that night to discuss the battle. Wolf leader Jortan and the Bear leader Lithor decide that with winter coming near and the time for taking their Dragon ships south battle would have to be postponed for fear of losing too many men on both sides. A compromise was found leaving each clan to choose one of their most respected and able warriors to travel north together into the mountains to slay the most feared beast. The Tiringi (Tier-ing-ee) is a Ram taller then 4 men standing on each others shoulders, its breath freezes all that experience it and the people who worship it protect their grounds with spells and warriors as experienced and powerful as their own. This contest is for each to bring back one Ram horn and half the pelt then when the summer is at its peak a ritual will be performed by both clans together to ask their gods to favor one tribe or the other to determine the victor.

The Wolf tribe will send Tukat noble fighter and brother to the clan leader. The couple will leave at dawn heading north and will need to return by three months time to prepare for the summer height. The Bear clan sends one of their shamans the beautiful horned shaman from the Battle. Tukat notices her and looks forward to the long winter months ahead…

Sigeminne:

The village has a large crowd gathered. Lithor the Bear Clans leader walks proudly twords the middle of the throng. His most trusted warriors flank him on both sides. The people make way for their guests as if a parting sea. Their Shamaness or Battle Witch follows behind Lithor.

Sigeminne is her name. One given to her by the land itself. The meaning of which only she knows. Her relationship with her spirit allies are a strong one. Her horned head dress proof of all the trials she had to face to gain her new found allies. She is very strong looking in stature, but Sigeminne walks a bit slower then the rest. Like all trials with the spirits nothing is given for free.

The village was packed with people. All excited for the event ahead. Jortan the chief of the Wolf Clan nods to his lore keeper to sound the horn. After three bellows the crowd suddenly falls silent.

Jortan raises both arms to the sky, and speaks,” I Jortan leader of the Wolf Clan welcomes you to our village. Peace is the law of today.”

Lithor moves forward past his warriors to face Jortan. He stands proud then speaks,” I Lithor leader of the Bear Clan accept the law of peace for this day. I have brought to you our chosen one for the task ahead.”

The Wolf Clan Chief then lowers his arms. He bellows, “Bring the chosen forth!”

Sigeminne walks forward past her chief to stand in the middle of the clearing. She stands proud, but puts much of her weight on her stang. Her black Raven feather cloak gleams with a slight purple hugh. White Eagle feathers line her collar and hem. Her resolve is stoic.

Then Jortan moves off to the side and out steps their warrior.

Sigeminne smirks,”I remember this one. This should prove to be very interesting…..indeed.”

Tukat moves forward smiling. His wolf skin cloak covers most his body, but Sigeminne can see that his contours are well-formed. A wolf head torc around his neck tells her of his status. A free-born. Likely a son of one of the higher classes.

Both stare at each other without words. Their eyes searching as a predator does to size up its prey. There is respect there, but also anger. Both have killed many on the opposing side.

Tukat:

The tribes watch in suspense as these tow opposing warriors face each other. Body language speaking more than words at the tension surrounding these warriors. The warriors nod without saying a word and return to their chiefs accepting the blessing of each.

The warriors grab their small packs with only enough rations for a day, clad in only the clothes they came to battle in and keeping their weapons sheathed they start the long silent walk north into the land of the Tiringi and its people.

The first days and nights were silent as each unwilling to break down and socialize with their enemy newly turned ally after so many years for fighting and hatred.

By tenth day each were worn down by the cold, barren lands and the lack of social interaction. Tukat decided to break the silence with a question. “The cold winds bare ominous foreboding tonight eh?”

Sigeminne:

“Aye, that they do. Is enough to freeze the soul. The wind warns of a Blizzard a coming. We should gather our gear and prepare.”

Sigeminne looks around for some good shelter. Off not far from them she spots a small cave.

“Tukat, I see a small cave over there. It will keep the wind from us. Our tents will be of little use tonight.”

They both walk twords the cave. Tukat slowly bends down to check out the small den. He sees it has been abandoned for a long time. Sigeminne then bends over herself to have a look.

(It was smaller than I had hoped. This is going to be so uncomfortable. What else can I do? It’s either lay next to Tukat or die. He better have bathed. I hate the smell of wet dog!)

Tukat:

The night passed with little comfort or warmth but as day broke a family of hares became a warm and beneficial dinner. With the days growing shorter the two weary travelers finally made it to the realm of The Tiringi and stealth will best serve them here.

The two warriors skirt the border looking for signs of watchers, with no guards or watchers around Tukat looks to Sigeminne and says ” It seems as though they are not expecting any trouble. We will need to be careful and make our way to the caves of Tiringi.”

The two leave under the cover of night armed with their trademark weapons she and her staff glowing a faint blue from frost and wind and his daggers curved and leaving a trail of mist behind them.

The warriors came up on a guard post, when they reached the edge they noticed two guards sitting vigilantly watching the darkness for even the slightest move. These watchers looked gruesome from any account with large ram horns adorning their bodies in helms, trumpets and even their weapons were curved with the design of the ram’s horn.

Tukat looks to Sigeminne and noticed her eyes closed and her hands moving in an intricate pattern famous to the shaman warrior.  Tukat not willing to be left behind pulls his wolf pelt over his head and moves silently to the right of the group inching closer to the group.

As the temperature lowers noticeably Tukat slinks behind one watcher and when the pinnacle of the spell rises and a cone of ice and wind blasts towards the guards Tukat leaps slashing the throats of each guard just as they turn blue and frozen almost lodging his blades in the frozen corpses.

Me and my wife have been married for 6 years this December and have been together since September 18th for 7 years. Marriage has not always been easy and it’s not something that I take for granted. Some people view marriage as something that you do when you think that you’re in love and you can’t see yourself apart from that other person but I have a different definition, Marriage to me is when you love someone and you know that they are a part of you, You see I know every time I touch my wife that we are one. Not that she is an extension of me or visa versa but that we are a cohesive unit, one soul in two bodies. We don’t always have things in common as far as interests go but in that view any single person may have interests that don’t coincide with others for instance I like to game and I like to learn more about leadership subjects, they do not mix so if my wife has an interest in pagan and I don’t that’s fine I try to take an interest even if it’s not a big one I just want to hear her talk to me. We spent many of our early years distant from each other but we still loved each other and over the last year we have grown closer exponentially. We support each other even if at times we forget we can communicate our disappointments in one way or another and still move on.

We were watching a show where two people are getting married and through some minor thing they thought that they were not meant to be because they didn’t quite trust one another and that’s not true to the relationship I trust my wife even if I would have times of doubt we talk about things and if she said yea or neh I would believe her. I don’t spy on her.

Marriage to me is two people meant to be together working together and sharing life, two souls as one none more important than the other, none taking advantage of the other and communicating. I find that if I can’t verbally communicate something I can write it and she will still understand and we can have a conversation that way.

We spent years fighting about things and focusing on past failures and it wasn’t until I thought I would lose my wife during a unpleasant episode of sickness during her last pregnancy that my eyes were opened to the fact that she is and will be the only woman that matters to me and that I want to cherish her and protect her and love her for the rest of our lives. I mean I knew those things in my heart all along (otherwise with her temper we would have failed long ago) but those things became apparent to my head then.

Marriage is about give and take, I work 40+ hours a week, get the groceries, help feed babies and do house work on the weekends, My wife takes care of the children ( making sure they get baths and are not trying to kill each other) and cleans the house as well as helps take care of the babies. neither job is more important but because of society they frown on the “roles” that we play, the difference is they fit well for us, she enjoys the freedom from office politics and I enjoy the feeling of accomplishment when I come home after a long day at work, we use this as a catalyst to provide for and show our children that life is about sacrifice and reward, I sacrifice my time to go to school for a better life for my family and my wife sacrifices her time to make sure they are taken care of, the rewards is that one day I will have a degree that will provide for a better life for us all and that happy children well behaved and loving towards each other is the reward for the time spent with them.

Big houses, big cars and fancy things are nice but the loss of happiness will cost you more. What I mean is that if me and my wife both worked full time jobs to pay for a nice house, nice cars and nice clothes will be all for nothing as our marriage fails, out children fail at school and become unruly with no support from us and all those things will be lost. I have known more people in the last year to lose their marriage and/or lose all that stuff because of those core issues of no support and maintenance.

My wife is not the easiest person to live with but I will say I would have it no other way, she has an energy sometimes that penetrates my very core and other times I want to take care of her and give her everything she desires. You see my wife is a hot head and what that brings is the ability to get really passionate both about good and bad things it makes the bed always satisfying but can spark some very heated discussions, I would say through the flames and fiery personality she is the moon of my night, blood of my blood, soul to mine, mother of my reason to live and keeper of my real life ( you see work is great but my real life is with my family).

Men if you read this know that marriage is about communication, compromise and putting another’s needs above your own. My family needs food, shelter, clothes and that means I need to keep a job, I worked 4 years in a profession I hated with all my soul just to provide those things, I am taking time out to go to school now instead of spending those hours gaming or on other interests to provide that in the future better for my family.

Women if you are reading this the same things apply, you can’t change anyone so stop trying, if you don’t find a meaningful and soulful connection in the person your with don’t lie to yourself and say they can be changed. We don’t change we just stop being ourselves which means the person you loved is no longer there.

Me and my wife met and on our first date we made out, on our second date we had sex, we got married at a court house and had a ceremony later, we had our son before we got married and live for 6 months apart so I could prepare for them to move over to where I was and we still made it, you see there is no formula for a successful relationship there is only a connection. When I hold my wife close to me I feel that connection like a silver thread connecting my soul to hers.

I love my wife

My wife has had four children, she is not a supermodel but I would never change her body, She has a face that brightens my day, her hands make my blood burn, her breasts are big and soft and sweet to the taste, her ass drives me wild, he back and shoulders are strong and beautiful, her brown eyes are specked with green, her lips are soft and tasty, her legs go on forever, her hips drive me wild, her calves, ankles and feet make me want to lick them and after four children she is as tight as an 18 year old. There is no flaw on her body I would take away. I love her body and her mind, She is smart, funny and witty her mind absorbs more information that most anyone I know, she has no formal education outside of graduating high school but I know of very few college graduates that could compete with her on a lot of subjects, so I would say I have as close to the perfect woman that you can get and could myself lucky to even know her not to mention extremely lucky to be connected to her for eternity.

We don’t always agree on everything, we have different backgrounds, religion and ideas on a lot of things but we are open minded enough to love each other and work past our differences without changing anything about each other. this will make for more well rounded children.

So to finish marriage is sacred and no matter what you think it’s not a road to travel lightly and always respect each other and yourself enough to say what you mean and mean what you say.

The night holds many secrets. This concept is very well known to you. You have spent the last 600 years exploring it’s very depths. The physical things in life you’ve always enjoyed, but for the past 200 yrs the excitement of it all has gone slightly stale. When on hunts the final embrace just doesn’t feel the same anymore. The climax of filling your hunger has become nothing more than a need to survive. To just keep going enough to move from one place to the next. The experience of age has just drowned your sense of excitement. You look at your hands and see the wrinkles in the skin from barely feeding. It disgusts you, but you just don’t have the drive to hunt like you should. You slowly get up from your chair in front of your fireplace, and see from the clock on the wall it’s about time to go. Rohana your assistant gathers your hat and coat. She helps you put on your coat, hands you your hat, and leads you to the carriage. As you slide in the carriage a Raven catches your eye in the distance. It’s flight seen as very strange to you considering it’s night. It swirls and swirls above then flies off towards the direction of your weekly haunt. You hear Rohana closing the door to the carriage, bids you farewell, and slowly walks back to the manner. You stare at her with a smile. Watching her hips sway back and forth as she walks. You smile at yourself. Thinking how you never regretted turning her. Just then the carriage jerks into motion heading you off to your destination.

The ride was the usual sensation of light bumps, and scenery. The lights of the city streets putting a small sparkle in your eyes. You slowly pull up to the Theater of Nightly Bliss. Your driver opens the door for you, and you enter along with the rest of the crowd with in the buildings depths. This theater is the haunt and drawing grounds of all the vampires in the area. A place used to create. A place used for death. You love watching the actors in their costumes playing out scenes of actions you once fully enjoyed. You find your usual seat on the upper balcony, and close your eyes for a bit reveling in the scent. The scent of the mortals all mixed unknowingly amongst the other vampires. A familiar scent of the theater. A welcoming one. Tonight something stands out, and you smell something different. Something that doesn’t smell right. Out of place. A smell of living death. A smell you have only sensed being near a hospital. Someone amongst the crowd is being pursued by death. There are many scents in the air, so it’s source not easy to pin point. It doesn’t take you long though. Down below you. in the 6th row to the back, you see a woman. She is dressed in a black dress, her hair up in a tight bun, with a tiny hat upon it. A light blue gauzy scarf loosely draped around her neck. She is clutching it. Looking a bit nervous. You notice the hint of red gleaming from her brown hair. A lovely sight to you. It’s silkiness look teasing you. Seeming to dare you to gently push a few strands from it’s state of orderliness. You see her as very attractive, and curious as to why she is here. She seems to shift in her chair as if very uncomfortable. Your curiosity is peaked………….

Lucian

I noticed the girl as if a faint memory slithered in and out of my grasp then continued to watch her as the play finished, with preternatural speed I left the theater ahead of her and told my driver to head home as I would walk this night. I watched her nervously leave the theater looking around as if someone or something might be following her and as the mist of an early morning London I reached out of the shadows to follow. Along the path she took home a few younger kin noticed her and began to take an interest but once they sensed my presence they skulked away to the lower wastes they call their homes. I followed her all the way to her cottage, a small yet cozy two story home in the middle class neighborhoods of London and I took resident on a roof top looking into her bedroom.

The remaining portion of the night I spent exploring her dreams and influencing some as well, giving her tastes of pleasure mixed with horrid pictures of death and then making her forget them all. A few hours from dawn I made my way back to my place of rest and settled for the day as the only death I have ever known creeps into my mind as I wonder off to sleep. The next night I traveled on foot to her home and watched through the darkness as she prepares to leave for the evening to visit another theater and I followed as she made her way back to the place I first noticed her, I watched the way she walked as a frightened child would looking around conscience of the dangers in the night, little does she know that by gaining my interest she is both the safest and the most endangered in the city, She was wearing the same dress she wore the night before and sat in the same seat as if she was reliving the same day, this night I purchased my ticket and chose a seat near her, the smell of death was still there but another smell of was it a vague recollection kept me near, at times I only wanted to hold her and other times I wanted to rip her throat out and revel in the blood of an innocent, those deeds I gave up long ago but they thoughts emerge every now and then. During the intermission she got started to leave so I followed and using my gifts quietly grabbed a handkerchief from her person and followed, a few feet from the door I made myself known allowing my steps to make sound and my breathing to labor and when she turned around I held out my hand with her possession in it saying ” You have dropped this my lady and wish to return it’ she takes it from me bowing slightly as a courtesy and I bow in return then ask ” My lady may I have your name so that I may know who has affected me so?”…….

Lydia

I feel startled.

“Sir, I very much appreciate the return of my handkerchief, but my name I dare not give. I’m not one to speak with those I do not know.” My heart seems to race a mile a minute. Nervous that I’ve caught the attention of an upper class gentleman.

Lucian

“It is dangerous out here and you alone at least let me walk you to your door or if needed I can call my carriage to take you home, I dare not allow such a gem to be lost in these streets. My name is Lucian and we are no longer strangers” as I hold out my black gloved hand to take yours and lead you away from the streets.

Lydia

I’m afraid, but feel an attraction I my self don’t quite understand.

(Who is this Lucian?) I remark to myself. I try stopping you from taking me away. Our footsteps fumble a bit, but you stop for a second. I’m standing straight in front of you. Only a hands length apart, and say,” My name Lucian…My name is Lydia. I promptly would like to know where you are taking me.” I try not to look scared, and I slowly point in the other direction.(Perhaps I can trick him. Maybe I can get him to drop me off at my cousin’s house instead. I shouldn’t let him know where I live. Mother always told me to never talk to strangers. When have I ever listened to mother though?)

Lucian

I lead you in the same direction you were walking from the theater and respond only inches from your face as my crystal blue eyes peer deep into your soul and my dark hair loosely blows in the gentle night breeze, My leather jacket is tight around the waist showing an well worked but modest chest peaking through my white elegant shirt. I say “Lydia now we are no longer strangers and since you have peeked my interest what is it you do?” as I continue walking in the direction of your home….

Lydia

My breath draws in quick and deep. Noticing the physique under your shirt. The smell of light musk tantalizing my senses. I want to lean in, to take in more of your scent, but I don’t. I stay in control. I respond, “I’m a musician. I play the Cello. I visit the Theater for the music. Despite the grimness the tails impose, the musicians play as if they have been playing for an eternity. I wish to someday achieve that same effect.” (Damn he has seen through my trick. What do I have to lose anyway? The doctors only gave me 6 months. What’s the worst that could happen? Why not break my own rules a bit?) It takes me a moment to turn from your gaze, and we continue down towards my home. As we walk I ask, “Lucian. What is it you do? What draws you to the Theater?”

Lucian

I respond “Well my Lydia I look for talent for my gatherings, you see I have a ball every month and so I spend the nights looking for new and fresh talent to play for entertainment as well as I own that little drab of a theater and like to look in on my investments.” I keep close and feel the warmth from her body as we walk, I can sense the desire in her as well as hear her heart pounding in her chest through fright or lust I do not yet know so I continue to walk her home making steps faint on the cobblestone and listening to my cane tap..tap..tap against the ground. Her scent is intoxicating and I fight the urge to drain her here and now ” Lydia will you play your cello for me before I go?” I ask almost in a whisper as I lean in close to her alabaster neck.

Lydia

“Lucian, I would indeed like very much to play for you. I haven’t played for anyone in a month, so this will be a welcoming release. When we arrive at my residence I will require a bit of time to prepare. I want you to get the full effect of my performance.” I keep walking down the street with a huge smile on my face thinking to myself, (How wonderful it would be if he thought me good enough to play for the higher class. To have one last glorious performance before my Cancer fully takes me. Before I wither away. I have a chance to at last die happy.)”I’m very excited at your request Lucian……you have no idea how much this means to me.” I lean in a little closer to you. More comfortable the way our bodies are moving together, and I slide my arm gently around your own.

Lucian

I let you take my arm and match my pace to yours as we walk down the darkened street towards your home, “The privilege is mine Lydia, I can tell by your hands you are an masterful player and would enjoy listening to your playing” We enter your home and it looks as though no one is around but with confidence you lead me in without hesitation…

Lydia

As you enter the cottage you notice little possessions around the house. It’s a very open, and roomy. I lead you past my living room into a large, but rather empty looking room in the very back of the house. There are four velvety red chairs in the room, and one black one in the middle. I turn to you and say,” Lucian please give me a few moments to prepare. You may stand if you wish or sit in one of the red chairs.” There is a small fireplace in the room, and you see me quickly get it alight. The flames reflecting on the dark wooden floor. Then you see me leave the room. A huge smile on my face. It feels like an eternity by the time you hear my footsteps approaching. My breathing labored you see me enter the room in a gauzy flowing black dress. I have my Cello still in it’s case in my hands. I place myself seated in the black chair, and open my Cello case. I slowly bend down. I pick up first not the Cello, but a huge black feathered headdress. The mask made of black porcelain in the shape of a raven. The feathers around it have tiny hints of silver sparkling around the whole mask. You notice something very strange. There are no openings in the mask to see through. I then bend down again, and pick up my cello, and bow. This too is black, and the fire reflecting off the wood almost gives it the illusion of being a portal peeking into Hell itself. I gracefully spread my legs to bring the Cello into it’s proper position. My Ivory white legs bare on either side. The slits in my dress daring me to move enough to show my inner thigh. I start to play. A slow haunting melody like that which you have never heard. The sadness in the deep tones vibrating through out your whole body. The pain in the undertones. You feel. You understand. My arms gracefully move to work the bow across the shiny silvery strings. Stroking it as a lover would. Every movement seemed slow as if to relish every notes distinctive voice. My breasts peeking out from my dress look as though they could free themselves at any moment. Just waiting for the right movement to make their escape. The tempo starts to pick up. The music sounding more passionate. Angry even. As if sending out a hex to the world for it’s sins. You notice beads of sweat gently rolling across my chest. Heaving up and down from the intensity of the bow bouncing and sliding across the shaft. My hand slides up and down the Cello’s neck as if in chase of an imagined partner’s release. The feathers of the mask floating with the movements of my body. Seems to almost seem alive with the fancy of the frenzied pleasure of the quick dancing notes. You see droplets making trails down my face to my lips. Not able to tell if from sweat or tears. Maybe it’s both. I play and play. The music vibrating into my very soul. Making my nipples erect from the pleasure of the notes stroking across my very bones. The tingling spreading across my body as if about to orgasm. I can’t stop playing. I’m there as if alone. I see nothing but the shroud my mask provides. I know I must stop playing soon, but something inside doesn’t want this to end. This rapture of my body. I never want to stop feeling. It seems almost unnatural. An erotic feeling never felt to me before. I think to myself (What is causing this. This has never happened before. It feels so good. My body is wanting. Wanting the universe. I don’t want to stop. I wish I could see him. For some reason my groin is aching for him. Lucian the one I know not, but want for my own endless pleasure. I can’t think such thoughts! How can I feel this way about one I don’t know? Why does he vex me so with his strong presence? I must be modest. I must not give in. How I want to give in! Just keep playing… Focus and just keep playing……)

Lucian

The music seeps into my immortal soul as if heard for the first time, For centuries I have endured and never let my passions take me but I want you so badly, More then just lust more then just death, I crave your soul and desire to have you body and soul as my own, my thought drift to erotic dreams of passion and your music reaches its climax I almost feel the shriveled lump in my chest beat as a heart again. The music dies as you slumps and nearly falls from exhaustion and dehydration and I applaud quietly as I remove the cello from between your ivory thighs catching a glimpse of her flower as the sweet gleams off your thighs and shows a light reflection of the fire in the fireplace, I look at your swelling breasts as I hold you gently and whisper my adoration of your music and think of nothing more then taking you right now. I know that I must curb my lusts as if I take you today I may break you as you is not ready, I gently carry you into your bed the same that I looked into the night previous and lay you there gently kissing your neck my hands gently caress your thigh smooth and wet from the sweat earlier I know I must leave as the sweet aroma of your sweat drenched body mixed with a slight hint of arousal makes he hard and the pain is almost unbearable, before I go I know I must mark you to stave off any other brethren until I make you mine in full and so I even as the mask covers your face you know as I lean down to kiss your thigh gently licking up the inner portion until I find the flower of my obsession, as I use my tongue to caress the folds of violet passion gentle yet dominant you start to grind you hips into my face as I hold your buttocks in my hands gently squeezing them as the waves of endless pleasure run up and down your spine finally letting go a gasp as you climax tearing at my hair with your painted nails, before I release you I gently bite the inner portion of your thigh draining you of your life’s blood causing more pleasure wracking your body causing a louder squeal escape your lips. Before I leave I set an invitation trimmed in silver and eloquently inviting you to my manor in two nights to play for my gathering, the invitation state ” Lydia it would be my most humbled honor if you would play your music for my brethren on the night of 12.05.08 and pleasure me with your presence as my guest” Yours Eternally Lucien….

Lucian

[Interlude: Scenes behind the scenes]

The long walk back would have been shorter if I unleashed the power that releases me from these mortal trappings but my mind wondered and the nights cool breeze could not clear the aroma of her sweet and nectar from my nostrils so when I entered my manor Rohana was standing in the hall with a familiar look upon her face, Lust and excitement gleamed from her dark green eyes, as I moved near she could smell the aroma of tonight’s endeavors on me and the desire in her eyes nearly overtook her mind, You see since I sired Rohana we share a link that bonds her to me and allows her to share my experiences so as my endeavors tonight nearly devoured me it was worst for he because as I had a small release she could not as the bond requires. I stood there and was reignited with desire as I thought of taking Lydia in the fashion I would take Rohana now, Tall Rohana, strong Rohana her slightly tanned skin, green eyes and black hair reminded me of the night in India that I took her for my own, her people condemned her to death sitting that her ways were demonic and their lust to appease their god Kali with the death of a young maiden of her following, so they poisoned her and left her at the temple, when I came upon her I noticed her beauty and offered her the opportunity to serve me for eternal life and before the last breath left her chest I drained her of the poisonous fluid coursing through her veins and replaced it with my own and before the sun had risen we had completed rituals portrayed on the walls of that temple then retiring to my local abode. After that we left India to travel Through Rome, London and stopping in my first home Paris. The memories that flood me only excited her the more and as the blowing red dress she wore that hugged her waist exposing her plump and ample thighs yet exposing the tops of her voluptuous breasts heaving ever so gently, Rohana glided across the floor with the grace of the dancer she once was and pressed her body against mine nipping at my neck as I guided her towards our room in the basement, as we stepped through the doorway the smell of the incense she burns filled my senses only causing me to be more aroused, I started to kiss her neck gentle at first then harder as I removed the choker she was wearing to hide the bite marks I left all those years ago she arched her back in anticipation of the pleasure she knew would be hers tonight, I could tell she had eaten tonight and by the sweet taste of the blood as if slide across my tongue let me know that she played with the young male she drained and the thoughts of Lydia filled my mind again only making me harder and more full of passion, I removed the black leather belt from her waist and slid the dress off her exposing her eternally voluptuous body almost a contrast to Lydia’s ivory and curved body. Rohana slowly unbuttoned my long coat and before it even hit the floor my shirt was being pulled over my head exposing my muscled chest with the slightly curled hair that at one time would have been darkened by sweat, next Rohana unclasped my pants exposing my hard cock that twitched ever so slightly at her touch, as she pulled my rod into her mouth the warmth nearly made be explode in her mouth with a fury borne from the exotic music played by my love, when Rohana stood and slowly biting my chest leave small nicks in my skin allowing her to taste the newly acquired blood gained from the desire taken from Lydia. Rohana starts to hum the music played by Lydia tonight only heightening the moment as I lull over the happenings in her home and as I slide Rohana onto our bed she whispers to me ” She will make a wonderful partner for you and a beautiful addition to our family” Knowing Rohana remembers her place and her acceptance of Lydia only makes my member harder and as I slowly penetrate her bare and completely soaked flower hearing a slight whimper from her lips as I thrust deeper in her, Rohanna’s legs wrapped around my back and her nails eternally stained black from the blood of countless victims spilled dug into my back as the rocking motion only increased harder and harder until the supernatural strength pounded against the floor making a THRUM…THRUM…THRUM notifying the whole of my manor and ground of the passion being expelled inside, after a time the sound of her release only escalated to a banshee scream at the same time I release into her only causing her to tighten and expelling the fluid from my member into her as well as the fluid she expelled making her only more lubricated and as we lay there she holds her head against my chest and lightly sinks her fangs into me releasing my blood into her mouth drinking with a passion arousing me again as I sink my fangs into he neck making her bucking her thighs against mine as I slowing begin thrusting inside her as we drink our release only made sweeter by the bond we share as sire and young ling and for the first time in many years we reached daylight causing a supernatural sleep over come us as we lay there enjoying the thoughts of the night and as I realize that only Lydia will make such an encounter sweeter and now I must have her all the more. I think in the hazy beginning of slumber only two more night and she will be mine making fantasy reality….. [Interlude end.]

Lucian

Today my butler prepared the manor for our guests and as the first thought of the day led to Lydia I roll over and see Rohana still in a slumber laying as her amber skin flawless in her eternal youth, I stand and prepare my clothes for the ball, first I pull on my deep purple silk shirt, my deep black pant and boots, then I pull on my long black jacket split in the front revealing the frills of my shirt, I pull my long black hair back and place my dark purple glasses on as I head up the hall I hear Rohana stirring and smirk thinking how much I enjoy her company at times yet a true companion I yearn for. I am in the ball room as the first of the guests arrive and Rohana walked into the room with her swaying hips under that white satin gown, the gown I purchased in Italy ten years ago and still reveals her body ever so slightly as she glides over to me. “Rohana” I say ” Can you go pick up Lydia she will be playing for us tonight and I want to make sure she is safe”, “As you command” Rohana states as she bows revealing her ample breasts and with this view I can see straight down to notice her white panties, I think to my self [She rarely wears those anymore she must be in a mood to impress] I watch her walk away with lust in my eyes thinking about Lydia and her smooth tasty flower…..Rohana walked up to the door and knocking nearly swooning in anticipation at meeting the masters love, as she opens the door a slight gasp escaped her lips as the beauty that is Lydia emerges “May I help you?” Lydia asked the exotic woman standing at her door all the while thinking dark thoughts “My master Lucian has requested that I escort you to the ball.”Just a moment” Lydia responded as she picked up her Shaw and left for ball…..

Lydia

I see Rohanna and am impressed by her beauty. Her white dress swaying in the breeze while we walk to the carriage. I place my netted black shawl over my shoulders. My chiffon red dress swaying with my every move. In the light my dress seems almost see through. I look almost naked in a mist of blood red. I see Rohana open the coach door for me, and I enter. She then climbs in after me. Sitting across from me with a huge smile on her face. I sit nervous. Wondering what to say. I keep looking away from her. Noticing her plump breasts, and rounded hips. The white dress hugging every curve. (This interests me for some reason.) I just smile and try to focus on the passing landscape through the window. (What did I get myself into?)

Lucian

Your uncomfortable as you sit staring out the window because every time you look towards Rohana she looks as though she is staring at you with intent to devour you. Once you even venture to look into her eyes and as you do you are taken into dark pools of darkness and your head starts to spin, you lean back in your seat shifting as your pussy is getting wetter and wetter; you blush as you notice Rohana starting to smile like she knows your hidden desires. Rohana shifts over to your side of the carriage and you are noticeably frightened but intrigued at the same time, Rohana leans over and slight brushed her lips across your neck and you shutter, “My master has chosen well” she say’s “You will love him” and as she say’s the word him he hand gently slides across your thigh, Rohana raises your dress slowly as she nips at your neck careful not to disturb the choker you are wearing, Her hand pulls aside your panties as her fingers slightly separates your lips and she slides her finger into your pussy causing you guilty pleasures, passion beats in your chest as she leans down and slides her tongue across your clit making you shudder as she sees the small bite on your thigh a small groan escapes your lips and makes your body shudder, slowing but methodically she slides her head up and down across your pussy periodically inserting her finger into your pussy, your moans of passion get louder but you try and stifle them still unsure and unprepared for this passion, as you climax shaking in passion Rohana takes a nip of your thigh causing a small stream of blood drip down your thigh and she licked it off and as she does a new pleasure nearly breaks you, as she sits up and wipes her mouth you catch a glimpse of what you think may be fangs but your not sure as you slowly slip into darkness, The carriage stops abruptly and you awaken you an empty carriage with nothing other then your cello case, making you wonder if it was yet another dream and why you keep having them, suddenly the door opened exposing a breathtaking view of a manor, Victorian in structure with flowers leading to the door and various other people making their way the door so you start to……

Lydia

I look out at all the people sprawling into the manor. The smell of the flowers intoxicating me. I know now that it was no dream what is happening to me. The pleasures are real. The unexplained should scare me. Petrify my soul, but it doesn’t. What do I have to fear anymore? I will be dieing eventually anyway. Might as well enjoy the path to death rather than make it a burden. My passion has increased tenfold. Death has done nothing but make me appreciate all that life can offer all the more. The desires are not dirty to me or immodest. (Why not enjoy myself now? Why wait till the after life to have all my desires fulfilled? I want this. To play till my body gives out. To play for Lucian, and show him what passion really is? The passion to live.) I grab my Cello, and head into the mass of people. I follow them like cattle into the Manor. The beautiful manor. All are inside. I follow the throng into the ballroom. It’s wonderful. There are hundreds of small hanging lanterns on the ceiling for lights, and the walls of mirror spread around the room. Strangely I notice less people in the mirror then are actually in the room. (How strange.) I think to myself. The colors of everyone’s costumes like vibrant rainbows strewn across the sky. Masks weave in and out from one another. Laughter reverberating throughout the manor. There is a large winding staircase of gold leading to the second story of the manor. I look up, and notice Lucian standing at the top overlooking all his guests. I decide to stand behind a pillar. To catch my breath, and to gain my composure from what happened in the carriage. I peek from behind the pillar indulging myself with Lucian’s grandeur. The purple cloth on him seems so soft. His face I want desperately to touch. To feel his chest against mine. His member with in my flower would be so sweet. Luscious. I picture him a top of me. His hair grazing across my nipples as he slides up and down. His cock penetrating me slowly, but deep as if wanting to pierce my very heart. (I need to stop thinking about him! How will I be able to focus enough to play? My mask won’t even help me with this as these are imaginings of the soul. Desires and wants impervious to darkness. Yes, it will block out my audience, but it won’t deliver me from my main distraction this night. I must gain my composure, NOW!) I stare at Lucian a few more moments as he makes his way down the stairs. He stops every once in awhile to greet guests. I stay transfixed. He catches a glimpse of me. I take in a quick breath, and retreat back behind the pillar. (That was so stupid! I probably seem like a stalker behind this thing. I should go with in the crowd up to Lucian. I need to know where he wants me to play.) I grab my Cello, weave around the crowd, and make my way towards the one who has snared my heart.

Lucian

I watched her enter as I perused the crowd, and I watched her stand to the side behind one of the pillars as a shy kitten so I let her come to me and as she brings the courage to come out I slow my stride secretly watching from the side to wait for her, as she comes upon me I touch her hands and kiss her fingertips as she asks ” Where would you like me” I notice the choice of words and as she finishes the statement I see a slight blush, I say ” Please follow me to the podium” we walk between the people to the center of the room to a slightly raised dais and escort her to the place she will play. With a supernaturally boosted boom I grab the attention of the gathering “Lydia a most talented musician has graced up with her songs tonight so I leave her to entertain us”.

Lydia

I tip my head, and walk towards the stage to play. My Cello in hand I make my way up. I sit in the chair just as before, open my case, bring out my mask, and I get ready to place it on my face. Right before I completely cover my face I take one last look at you. A look of acute calculation on my face. Looking as if to your very soul. Searching in your ancient eyes for any sign of your true intentions. The mask fully on my face I grab my cello, and play. I was going to play a sad haunting song, but death is near. I decide to instead play a song more up beat. A song that is alive. I play in a way that reminds the spirit of when it was young. Of times long past. Chasing friends through cornstalks in the summer’s heat. Of apple pie tasted for the first time. All the care free things in life as a child all usually miss. Innocence. A light bouncy melody that reflects the spirit of life. As if someone had just opened up a window in a hot stuffy room. The melody like the cool air from the window swirls around the guests urging them to move with it. To play and dance. My hands quickly slide up and down the shaft of the Cello. My fingers speedily pressing out the quick notes. A large smile on my face as I remember a time where no worries ever permeated my thoughts. A time now gone. A time I feel I will never see again. I start playing one handed long enough to peek outside of my mask out towards you. I see you dancing with Rohanna. Her white dress flowing out like a wispy cloud. A beautiful contrast to the depression my soul starts to feel. Your hair flips around as you and Rohanna are swirling across the floor. Both with huge smiles on your face. No cares in the world. I notice my notes faltering, so quickly I put my mask the rest of the way on. I continue the dancing melody. The contradiction of my music and what’s really going on inside me starts to overwhelm me. I can’t pretend to not care any longer. I realize I’m not ready to die. I want life. I want to play. To play like a child again. With no cares. Freedom to explore, and be free. I start to cry. My playing falters. My mind rushing with conflicting thoughts of death and life. It’s too much. My focus becomes muddled with extreme emotion. I cry and cry under my mask. The music becoming a crash of notes. A wreck. My mask falls off my face from all the tears, and shatters into a thousand shadowy splinters on the floor. I look at in a heap of feathers and crushed ceramic. I look out to the audience staring at me in bewilderment. I’m horrified, and quickly drop my Cello, and run. I run to the nearest open door I can find. To my dismay it leads not out from the manor, but to a shrub labyrinth. A garden filled with wild roses, and flowers of all kinds. The air fragrant with their scent. All I want to do is to hide from my fears. From my complete embarrassment of letting them overtake me. I see the entrance to the Labyrinth, and run into it. Not knowing where to go. Confused. Running….running away from everything. I finally find a bench with in the Labyrinth, and I lay across it exhausted. My red dress draped over it like splattered blood. My chest heaving I try to catch my breath. All I can think about is Lucian. How soon I am to die, and will never be able to set my eyes upon him again. How I let my affections override my common sense. The pain of my cancer starts seeping through my body reminding me of it’s presence. I don’t understand my strong feelings towards Lucian. (We’ve only know each other a short while, and yet I feel like I’ve been by his side for all eternity. I have let these thoughts of having him grow these seeds with in myself to form nothing but pure passion. A passion that will be short lived. What have I done? What have I allowed to overtake me……..?) I lay there on the bench my hair sticking to the tears on my face. In a blur from the wetness I stare at a pink wild rose growing along the shrub in front of me. Looking at it as if for an answer…

Lucian

The song played by my dear Lydia was both exhilarating and intoxicating bringing my ancient desires to the forefront of the emotional spectrum I have been going through. With each dance and each step with Rohana I feel alive, more so then I have felt in all my centuries of wandering. Abruptly the music stops as I look over to see you look in horror down not quite understanding what I am witnessing you run towards the labyrinth an disappear into the night, I queue the band to play and in continuing with the dancing music that you set in motion they play. I motion to Rohana to continue the party and have the guests leave in one hour; she nods knowing her role to play and walks over to the band to give them their instructions. I leave the manor and enter the labyrinth I know where she is as I can hear her heart beating in her chest loud and full of passion yet sad as if her beating heart reflected the would her body withstands. I enter the clearing see he laying on the bench sweating under the pain in her body, I recognize the signs that her life is at its end and may not last another night as I step up to you, the startled look in your eyes say you never heard me approach or that you did not expect me to follow. Knowing words will stain the moment as you start to speak I place my finger to your lips and as I touch them they are warm, wet and soft and the yearning in my loins only increases, wanting to cherish the moment and prolong it as long as possible, I lift you into my arms almost supernaturally and completely onto my chest and as I do you nuzzle you head into the crook of my neck, I carry you back to the manor avoiding the thrall of onlookers by entering a back entrance and move up the back stairs to a private chamber that overlooks the hall full of people and as I place you ever so gently to the floor you look into my dark eyes and we start to dance to the music that permeates the halls both eerie and haunting, we dance faster and faster I lending you my speed you ever graceful. I learn down and whisper in your ear wonderful and frightening things recounting the ages and revealing my nature as well as bearing my dead heart to you assuring you that you may live forever with me and my manor playing for me and dancing every night for eternity, We walk and talk about the past and you recount you childhood in the hills and I recount mine as a Sheppard in the forests where this city is currently occupying, In the early morning hours we walk back to the manor and the music is still playing as we enter the hall, the hall is barren only the music coming from behind a curtain resounding off the walls and I ask you again to dance moving along the floor each step a release from the mortal world and as we waltz I kiss your head gently and then I kiss you on the lips as an explosion of heat permeates my soul as I taste your lips my tongue reaching hungrily for yours as my hands wonder your face and neck drawing you to me caressing your face with one hand as I hold your waste with the other our feet is no longer touching the ground as we spin in the air high above the floor ever dancing and ever tasting the sweet kisses of the keeper of my soul…..

Lydia

I feel relaxed and excited being in my Lucian’s arms. The conversations from the night before still lingering in my head. I know who and what Lucian is now, and am fascinated by It., (I don’t have to leave this earth just yet. I can be here for all eternity.) I feel my body being lifted by him. He holds me close. As we dance my dress wraps around him like an unopened rose bud. Twining ourselves together as one. I feel Lucian kissing me. The heat from his breath intoxicating me. Making my body want to merge with his. I lean my head back in pure pleasure. His lips gracing my neck. I can feel his body tensing. I know he’s holding back his full passion. I take his face in my hands, look deep in his eyes, and say,” My love. I wish to be with you. Your passions need not be held back any longer. I need you. Make me one of your own. Let me fuel your soul. Let me keep your soul away from the dreariness. To give you refuge from your curse. Allow me to play for you for all eternity. I know the power with in you is great, but is also a burden none the less. Let me bear that burden with you. So you may never be alone again. Your soul never empty again. I know the fates led me here. I know I have purpose. Please don’t deny me this Lucian.” I lean in fully against his body. The scent of him fills my soul. My head placed on his shoulder waiting for him to speak.

Lucian

Words can not express the relief and joy I feel at this moment as we stop dancing and her words reach me, I look into her eyes and say come as I lead her into the depths of my manor I carry her down winding stone stair lit periodically by torches deeper and deeper under ground to a hallway then I enter a room at the end and Rohana is standing their stark in the candle light and I see the mixed pleasure and curiosity in Lydia’s eyes as we enter and I bid Rohana to leave and as she does she closes in on Lydia and brushes against her exposing her fully erect posture in anticipation of the passion we will share tonight, she bows slightly and say’s ” Yes my master” and bows slightly to Lydia and say’s “Mistress” as she leaves the room and closes the large Oak door, I lift you into my arms whispering loving remarks into your ear laying you gently onto the scarlet velvet sheets and…….

Lucian

I move closer kissing you gently as I slowly remove your corset letting a deep breath enter your lungs as I touch your stomach, I in turn start to remove very ritualistically your boots each lace painfully slow, then I remove your stockings each in turn caressing your thighs then calves as I slide them off. I kiss your feet gently as I move up to your blouse slowly untying the strings that bind you to the mortal world and slide it over your ivory skin. Your amble breasts slightly bounce at the tug of your shirt as it releases from your form. I untie your skirt and slid it off and as you step out completely nude I glimpse your dark velvet patch and with senses as sharp as the wolves I smell the sweet scent of your flower yearning for release, Then as we hold each other I caress your buttocks slowly moving my hands up your back and press your body against mine fully feeling my erect rod. I lift you again slowly placing you on the bed as I remove my shirt exposing my alabaster skin showing strength without definition. I remove my breeches slowly allowing my fully erect rod slightly bounces in anticipation of bliss. You lean over before I can even fully climb onto the bed and you start to handle my rod feeling the slight twitches that my member gives with each touch. You move down and start to lick my shaft starting at the bottom lightly touching my jewels with your mouth and slowly bring your tongue to the top of my shaft then encompassing it with your mouth slow at first but more confidently as you peer into my face and see the bliss it brings. While continuing to fully enjoy my member I position myself to your flower and for a second nuzzle your clit with my nose before pressing my mouth over it and slowly pressing my tongue against it moving up and down in continuous motion as I fell you shudder with pleasure as I continue to move my hips slowly and softly thrusting my cock in your mouth. after a few long moments I feel your body shudder as a slight moan escapes your lips, I slide my cock from your mouth as I shift positions and our faces meet we kiss, the kisses are so passionate that I fear at times that I will break your neck and both the idea and the action make me harder for you I position my self to slide my member deep into your flower and can hear your small moan of both pain and satisfaction escaping your lips and can feel your body purse with final release as this long awaited moment has come. The motion of our bodies are both gentle and violent as I thrust deeper and hard into you feeling you fully as the wetness of your flower increases completely drowning me in warmth, The whole session I keep looking into your eyes deeper and deeper as if an abyss of swirling hazel pools pulls me deeper making the moment that much better. The thrusting is harder and harder and as you arch your back and a low feral moan escapes your lips I feel your body coming closer to climax, the warmth and sweet anticipation of the longed for moment has hastened the moment and as I blow my seed into your flowering rose I feel your flower tighten and pulse as pure pleaser escapes your body and at that moment I am kissing your lips then your neck and after a long awaited kiss of both death and life I sink my teeth both gently and animalistic into your neck and as you shudder under the pain of the moment I slowing start striding again causing pleasure to overwhelm your pain and when only a few drops are left and you are barely aware of the lines between pleasure and pain I release into you again and draw away. While you are lying there barely conscience I call for Rohana to enter the room and she stumbles in barely able to walk after sharing the please we shared he body still stark and slightly glistening in the light moves over to us and cuts her own breast as I use my nail across my own and in turn place you against me to drink as she places me against her to drink in as well. the drink takes time and care and is both painful as well as pleasurable and as you drink another climax emerges and since we are now linked I feel it as well does Rohana and as our three bodies shudder in pleasure we collapse into a pile of naked bodies resting ourselves, Soon Rohana who is the most aware moves to you and kneels between your legs fully aroused by the combination of sweet essences that emerge between you and I and moves your tender lips apart as she starts to lick ever so gently at your flower fully enjoying the sensation. As the energy returns to me I see her licking you and move your body with my supernatural strength to hold you above me and slide you gently on my emerging member and as I slide you up and down at first slowly then harder and harder Rohana continues to lick your flowering bud causing immense waves of pleasure and as you climax again you can feel my cock harder and release fluids into you making a shudder reveal itself yet again. After we come together Rohana bends over knowing the role she is to play and I position myself behind her and as if all our minds are linked you move under her and I position my rod so that it can fit in your mouth yet again, the warmth of your saliva exhilarates my cock and I move to insert myself into Rohana as you move closer to her bud to lick as caress her darkened skin. You start to lick her as you watch my member pound, pound her flower so she moans ever so gently then as you are fully enjoying yourself you feel her starting lick you again causing your sensitive bud to pulse with waves of pleasure and you feel her come both gently at first and then harder and harder until her body is ridged and can take no more, I exit her in a gush of body fluids and move around to you as Rohana slides a smaller member onto her and enters your fertile ground from behind as you lie back down to her and I climb on to and slide my member still erect and hard into you and the matching motions of Rohana and myself hits every location you have ever know and more heightening your senses, as the blood converts you into an immortal the pain is slowly going away and your sense of smell, touch and taste only get strong as I pound into you causing such an intense orgasm that you pass out into oblivion for moments and as you awaken I take you up and place you in a dark red gown and whisper into your ear, “After you sleep you will be mine for eternity but it is detrimental that you sleep in my coffin tonight as you are to weak to protect yourself and as I slide you on your side into my velvet lined coffin I enter behind you assuring you that this is where you will both sleep and awake never to fear the trapping of mortal life or death. “.

Lucian

I lift you into my arms whispering loving remarks into your ear laying you gently onto the scarlet velvet sheets and move closer kissing you gently as I slowly remove your corset letting a deep breath enter your lungs as I touch your stomach, I in turn start to remove very ritualistically your boots each lace painfully slow, then I remove your stockings each in turn caressing your thighs then calves as I slide them off. I kiss your feet gently as I move up to your blouse slowly untying the strings that bind you to the mortal world and slide it over your ivory skin. Your amble breasts slightly bounce at the tug of your shirt as it releases from your form. I untie your skirt and slid it off and as you step out completely nude I glimpse your dark velvet patch and with senses as sharp as the wolves I smell the sweet scent of your flower yearning for release, Then as we hold each other I caress your buttocks slowly moving my hands up your back and press your body against mine fully feeling my erect rod. I lift you again slowly placing you on the bed as I remove my shirt exposing my alabaster skin showing strength without definition. I remove my breeches slowly allowing my fully erect rod slightly bounces in anticipation of bliss. You lean over before I can even fully climb onto the bed and you start to handle my rod feeling the slight twitches that my member gives with each touch. You move down and start to lick my shaft starting at the bottom lightly touching my jewels with your mouth and slowly bring your tongue to the top of my shaft then encompassing it with your mouth slow at first but more confidently as you peer into my face and see the bliss it brings. While continuing to fully enjoy my member I position myself to your flower and for a second nuzzle your clit with my nose before pressing my mouth over it and slowly pressing my tongue against it moving up and down in continuous motion as I fell you shudder with pleasure as I continue to move my hips slowly and softly thrusting my cock in your mouth. after a few long moments I feel your body shudder as a slight moan escapes your lips, I slide my cock from your mouth as I shift positions and our faces meet we kiss, the kisses are so passionate that I fear at times that I will break your neck and both the idea and the action make me harder for you I take to kissing you with a passion that scares even me slowly moving to your neck then you shoulders continuing on my journey until I reach your breasts erect and hard as two ivory towers and as I slide my tongue across each nipple in turn a slight moan of pleasure escapes your lips I rub each breast as I focus my tongue on the other sliding and flicking your breasts in turn then I slowly nip your breast taking a small portion of your life into my mouth tasting the sweet aroma of the living soul deep in your groin. I position my self to slide my member deep into your flower and can hear your small moan of both pain and satisfaction escaping your lips and can feel your body purse with final release as this long awaited moment has come. The motion of our bodies are both gentle and violent as I thrust deeper and hard into you feeling you fully as the wetness of your flower increases completely drowning me in warmth, The whole session I keep looking into your eyes deeper and deeper as if an abyss of swirling hazel pools pulls me deeper making the moment that much better. The thrusting is harder and harder and as you arch your back and a low feral moan escapes your lips I feel your body coming closer to climax, the warmth and sweet anticipation of the longed for moment has hastened the moment and as I blow my seed into your flowering rose I feel your flower tighten and pulse as pure pleaser escapes your body and at that moment I am kissing your lips then your neck and after a long awaited kiss of both death and life I sink my teeth both gently and animalistic into your neck and as you shudder under the pain of the moment I slowing start striding again causing pleasure to overwhelm your pain and when only a few drops are left and you are barely aware of the lines between pleasure and pain I release into you again and draw away. While you are lying there barely conscience I call for Rohana to enter the room and she stumbles in barely able to walk after sharing the please we shared he body still stark and slightly glistening in the light moves over to us and cuts her own breast as I use my nail across my own and in turn place you against me to drink as she places me against her to drink in as well. the drink takes time and care and is both painful as well as pleasurable and as you drink another climax emerges and since we are now linked I feel it as well does Rohana and as our three bodies shudder in pleasure we collapse into a pile of naked bodies resting ourselves, Soon Rohana who is the most aware moves to you and kneels before you whispering ” My mistress I live to serve and serve to please as the last syllables escape her mouth she moves over the already healing make on your breast and reopens the wound to drink a portion of your blood as she moves over each breast tasting in full your nipples erect and sensitive to the sensation you are feeling then she lowers her head between your legs fully aroused by the combination of sweet essences that emerge between you and I and moves your tender lips apart as she starts to lick ever so gently at your flower fully enjoying the sensation. As the energy returns to me I see her licking you and move your body with my supernatural strength to hold you above me and slide you gently on my emerging member and as I slide you up and down at first slowly then harder and harder Rohana continues to lick your flowering bud causing immense waves of pleasure and as you climax again you can feel my cock harder and release fluids into you making a shudder reveal itself yet again. After we come together Rohana bends over knowing the role she is to play and I position myself behind her and as if all our minds are linked you move under her and I position my rod so that it can fit in your mouth yet again, the warmth of your saliva exhilarates my cock and I move to insert myself into Rohana as you move closer to her bud to lick as caress her darkened skin. You start to lick her as you watch my member pound, pound her flower so she moans ever so gently then as you are fully enjoying yourself you feel her starting lick you again causing your sensitive bud to pulse with waves of pleasure and you feel her come both gently at first and then harder and harder until her body is ridged and can take no more, I exit her in a gush of body fluids and move around to you as Rohana slides a smaller member onto her and enters your fertile ground from behind as you lie back down to her and I climb on to and slide my member still erect and hard into you and the matching motions of Rohana and myself hits every location you have ever know and more heightening your senses, as the blood converts you into an immortal the pain is slowly going away and your sense of smell, touch and taste only get strong as I pound into you causing such an intense orgasm that you pass out into oblivion for moments and as you awaken I take you up and place you in a dark red gown and whisper into your ear, “After you sleep you will be mine for eternity but it is detrimental that you sleep in my coffin tonight as you are to weak to protect yourself and as I slide you on your side into my velvet lined coffin I enter behind you assuring you that this is where you will both sleep and awake never to fear the trapping of mortal life or death. ”

Lydia

I groggily wake up the next morning. I notice that even when I open my eyes there is still pitch black all around me. As I stumble my hands around I can feel I’m encased in the coffin still. I start to freak out for a moment. Stumbling around to locate a way to open it. I find the inner latch, and with strength very new to me slam open the coffins lid. I just sit there for a moment. My vagina still damp, and a bit sore from last night. I remember every pleasure that swept over me last night, and revel in the thoughts. Lucian’s hard cock inside me and Rohanna’s rough yet tender kisses still fill my mind. I still yearn for his closeness. His touch. I get up, and look around. I feel very lost. Not knowing where anything is around the manor. My senses are much heightened, and I notice that I really want to take a hot bath. Some fresh clothes and a craving. A craving for something I’ve never felt before. Pictures of ripping out human throats flash through my memory. The horror of it disturbing me. At the same time wanting to feel full. ”Where is Lucian? I need answers. I need to know how to survive this way. What did I get myself into?” I start out the room into a dark hall. At the end I notice some stairs leading up to the rest of the manor. I climb the stairs hoping to run into my new found master.

Lucian

Lydia see’s Lucian as she hits the top of the stairs and without a word pulls her close and kisses her deeply, Lydia succumbs to the kiss and presses herself against him, her heightened senses smelling the remnants of sweat and blood on him from the night before ad Lucian leads Lydia through a room to a large basin full with steaming water and bubbles so think you can not see the surface. Lucian pulls you closer to him and lifts you into his arms as he removes the small amount of clothing you are wearing to expose your silky and pale skin and you notice that the marks that were on your skin from the last few day’s have disappeared not even showing a scar for your trouble as well as the lack of clothing on Lucian exposing his broad shoulders and the light tufts of hair on his body not to mention the erect member looking as though it yearns for you, Lucian walks with you into the bath carrying you into the hot water you think that the water should be so hot it should scald you but the water seems perfect with just the right amount of warmth. Lucian pulls you in and kisses you deeply again slowly moving to spread your legs and kissing you deeply as his member………..

Lucian

Slides slowly yet firm into you causing a break in the kiss as you gasp a slight moan, you expect to feel pain after the previous night but with each thrust of his erect and strong presence you feel waves of pleasure making you climax much faster than ever before, and during your heightened climax you hear a moan and feel my member swell and release into you with shudders of pleasure. After the encounter we take turns washing each other using various exotic oils and soaps none like you have ever seen before until your pearly white skin is made flawless in the candle light and as I step out of the water you see I am erect again, in truth I have never felt such desire so much so that I feel as if I could consume you in passionate flames. You quickly exit the bath which is inset into the ground and large enough to fit many people it almost seems overwhelming that you had all of that to yourself. Catching up with me on a velvet couch still dripping a hunger that was laying in wait suddenly overwhelms you and you start to kiss my neck pressing your naked and voluptuous body against me as you sink your teeth into my neck I pull you away seeing the hunger in your eyes I pull a rope beside the couch ringing a bell and before you take back to my neck Rohana walks in wearing a red velvet dress leading on a leash a blonde slightly plump and clearly drugged eyes slightly glassy and wearing the clothes of a gypsy, she moan slightly and you recognize an accent in her speech as she sits at your feet, I look over to you and say “she is yours to do with as you please but do not kill her” and before I finish my last word you sink your teeth into her neck and arch your back as if you are in extreme pleasure…

Lydia

I sit for a minute beside the blonde feeling nice and full. It took every inch of will power I had not to completely drain her. The blood warm on my chin I turn and smile at you for your gift. I turn to Rohanna, and motion for her to sit on the couch with you. I grab the blonde’s leash, and decide to call her Blossom. A name to represent her natural beauty. She is on all fours in front of you. I am kneeled down next to her. I whisper in her ear that all will be okay. I will let nothing kill her. The pain will never linger. I assure her all will be okay. I tell her how beautiful she is. How she should have strength and be proud of the fact she was formed so well. I lightly start touching her hair. Stroking every lock as if touching silk. My hand gently lifts her chin up, and I press my lips softly on hers. A slow deep kiss to reassure my intentions. She is still frightened. Still fidgety, but my touch calms her. The Ecstasy of the drugs and the soft words start to relax her. The pain from before just a dream. I place my hand on her neck, and slowly bring it down to her corset. My hand quickly unties it, and it loosely falls from her waist. I then kiss her white shoulders. The pearly white iridescence of her skin bringing a slight moan to my lips. My other hand firmly, but gently gropes her breast. Firm yet supple. My hand completely full of their warmth. I take both hands and reach around her to take her shirt off. They playfully bounce from the vigorousness of it being thrown off. Her pink nipples are very erect. Her eyes staring with hunger. I beckon both you and Rohanna forth. To remove both our cloths. You to Blossom. Rohanna tending to me. After all is removed I ask you both to sit on the floor. I grab Blossoms leash, and have her lay on the couch before me. I stand over her. Hungry. Not for her blood, but the wetness like dew upon her flower. My own drenched with desire I lean in towards her. Stretching her legs apart till it’s almost painful. Her flowers lips are pink like a delicate wild rose. Every fold like a bud just in start of blooming. I softly take the flat of my tongue, and lick every centimeter of her pussy. Showing her how much I love it. Then I slide my hands up and down her legs. Soft like a ripened peach. The tip of my tongue forcefully enters her feeling every drop of moisture escaping her. Not a drop wasted. I then take my tongue and I find her clit. I take my hands and grab her soft behind forcing her pussy even closer to my mouth. I start slow and with long slides across her. Blossom slightly moans with the pleasure. Enjoying every light stroke. I look at her hungry. Her eyes half closed to my touch. Her head back and hair trailing across the back of the couch arm. Her hands grab my hair. She urges me to quicken my strokes. Her hands on the sides of my face she guides my tongue harder and quicker across her pussy. The pace quickening with every whimper that escapes her lips. I hold her hands onto her legs, and start licking her like a cat would cream. Her body starts to quicken, and the tone of her moans starting to get louder. I flicker my tongue faster across her clit. I feel her body start to tense up, and I hold her down tight through the screams of her release. My pussy wet and tingling from our pleasure I beckon you and Rohanna forth again. I have you two gracefully remove your cloths. I ask Rohanna to sit above Blossoms head, and for you to take Blossom tight pussy for yourself. I bring myself up behind you. My nipples gracing your back. I bring my self closer, and start kissing your neck very passionately. I whisper in your ear,” Take her. She wants you. As she devours Rohanna’s pussy ravage hers my love. I want to see your passion enfold her.” You see Rohanna her dark nipples hard with the excitement. Blossoms tongue starts sliding across her wet pussy before you. I take my hand from behind you and between your legs lovingly grasping your balls. Firm with the longing to release yourself yet again this day. My other hand is feeling every part of your physical being. My flower firmly pressed against your firm ass. You feel the dampness it drips for you. Blossoms pink folds are now before you. You grab your hard member, and?

Lucian

My cock shudders with anticipation as your hands caress my balls, I hungrily grab Blossoms thighs and thrust myself deep inside of her feeling her both jump and moan at the sudden invasion of her pussy, I feel you behind me matching the rhythm of my thrusts with your hips holding me firmly as I ravage Blossom thrusting harder and harder until she cum’s so hard her body shakes and I watch as Rohanna cum’s again and again as I finish with Blossom. I step over to the bed and lay back as I pull you down and flip you over as if you were light as a pillow and then lift you up until I enter your pussy and I lift you then slam your wet pussy down on my member feeling the deepest portions of your body. As we are thrusting and thrusting Blossom crawls over on her hands and knees to lick your pussy and with each thrust of my cock her tongue caresses your clit, Then Rohanna walks over and kneels over my face and I lick her sweet flower tasting the various sweat beads falling from her body as the passion remains strong and as linked we are sire and younglings we feel a mind blowing climax all at the same time and with harmonizing voices the howls shake the very foundations of the manor. After we have sated our sexual appetites for the moment we all sit without clothes on and pull various instruments out and play passionately you on the Cello, Rohanna dancing the dance of her people jingling as she moves, even Blossom can play the Violin and harmonizes well with us, of course I am sitting behind a large black grand piano and we make dark passionate music until our bodies vibrate with the various tones we exude from our instruments, I get up from my piano and pull Rohanna from her dancing and as you play I bend her over in front of you and match the rhythm of your strokes with the thrusts of my hard member as if we are dancing as well. When Rohanna again screams with pleasure I lay her aside and pull Blossom from her instrument as Rohanna starts to play the Piano and take her in the same fashion until she moans and collapses, When she recovers enough to play her violin I move closer to you and pull you from your cello as the music continues and lift your body up to slide down on my erect cock feeling the sweet between your thighs where the cello was sitting and you wrap your legs around my waist as I lift you up and down on my cock to the music and as your climax erupts like a passionate volcano you can tell as my cock hardens, my body tenses and a guttural growl escapes my lips we came together in harmony and our souls linger a moment together intertwined as the music stops.

We wash off the sweet and blood from our bodies and look at the clock to realize it is only minutes before dawn, I take Blossom and tell you to follow me to our room, In our room the bed is velvet and on two stands are cages large enough to hold a small bed and I lead Rohanna into one and beckon you to lead Blossom into the other. The cages lock and we walk over to the bed still nude and lay down together I holding your head on my chest as we drift off into supernatural slumber. The next night I wake before you and lead both Rohanna and Blossom out and instruct Rohanna to take care of Blossom as we will be going out as soon as you wake, You wake to a hunger that consumes you and I draw your fangs against my breast until I know you have regain your composure, since yesterday your only consumption was a small female I tell you “Tonight my Lydia we will feast so that you will not feel the hunger tomorrow as strongly, I beckon you to put on a Red silk dress I laid out for you and a black corset to match, I walk in with a Black tuxedo, tight collard red silk shirt to match your dress, A black top hat and a cane with a raven atop it. After we are dressed I call for Rohanna, she walks in leading Blossom (Still naked) on her leash and I instruct her to lock Blossom in her cage and bring around the carriage. We step out into the night as the first time you entered the night since awakening and you are assaulted by all the new sights, sound and feeling from the air around you. As people walk by you sense that some are undead like us and some are not, the ones that are keep their distance in what you sense as fear of your master. The carriage pulls up with Rohanna driving and we enter. As we are riding you ask me where we are going and I reply “My dear there is a game we vampires play, we will enter a den of decadence in the upper districts and when we enter we will explore the people as they participate in their deeds, You will smell death on the ones who are the most vile, you will smell death and floral if the participant is close to dyeing themselves, That’s what you smelled like when I met you.” …

We arrive at the building, it looks like an old Church and is nestled in the high cultural district of the city with people dressed in all kinds of royal garbs walking the street. Rohanna opens the door and holds her hand to lead you from the carriage you take it and step down and I follow. I hand you a fiery red mask with red feathers tinted in orange and instruct you to put it on and I do the same with a black one each with beaks about 4-6 inches long. We step towards the door of the cathedral and I knock three times on the door; a slot opens and without another word the door opens We enter and first thing you notice is that you feel the doorman is another night stalker like us. It’s not a smell or a physical gesture but a feeling that you are certain, I whisper in your ear ” You will always know where I am in this place even if you cannot see me you will sense me and know where I am.” As we walk in you hear sounds of both pain and pleasure coming from corridors all over the place, screams of agony and then coupled with feral screams of pleasure, The hall is dark with torches on the walls but almost supernaturally the shadows suck the light from the torches making it darker then what it should be, We walk towards a circular room with tables of food, couches, chairs and other comfortable settings and as we do you notice many people in groups of two, three or four kissing and pleasuring each other, I hold your hand and walk you to a small couch and we sit together watching the show, as we do I caress your thigh and move to kiss your lips as I slowly lick and nip at your neck I tell you that you can pick any human here and you, I or both of us can take them back to a room and after we have our pleasure we will drain them until we have our fill this is the Circa De Umbra or Circus of Shadows and we are its rulers…

Lydia

I sit there for a minute taking in my surroundings. There are people everywhere. Like pebbles on a beach being rocked by waves of pleasure. Many of them looked drugged to me. Eyes glossed over. Looking as if the pleasure is the only thing that matters. I know the drugs are meant to lessen their fear. To make the feeding, and coming of death easier. I feel repulsed by this method of drug manipulation. I think to myself, (Is there any other way? This seems like a very small challenge. Killing those that don’t even know what is going on. This is not a place to hunt, but a slaughter house. Never the less, I know why Lucian brought me here. To get used to the experience of a full kill.) I feel nervous. The thought of taking a life completely is very foreign to my psyche. Will I be able to do so? Perhaps murder mixed with justice would be easier for me. I scan the room again, and in a far corner I notice a grim scenario. In the main room we are in I notice a man trying to force a young girl into the hall way beyond. I focus my sense of hearing in his direction and hear, “Girl! Get in there and do your duty! You know we need the money. Your mother and I have taken care of you this long. Now earn us your keep and pay us our dues! If you don’t we’ll all starve?” The girl looks as if 14 years of age. Her eyes are huge with fear. Clutching her shirt up to her chin. Hoping to hide her female form from the mob down the hall. Her father trying to push her through the door into the depths beyond. She is struggling. Hands grasping at the side of the entry. With all her might she is trying to leave this place. The girl’s father smacks her hard across the face. She stumbles inside the dark corridor as wails escape her lips. She is then dragged down the hall by her hair, and thrown into the arms of a 50 something year old man. Huge smile on his lips. A small bag of money tossed to the father. “A virgin for me tonight. What a treat.” The man whispers into the girl’s ear. I can hear all of this as is I’m standing right there. With my senses fully focused I rise and turn to Lucian saying, “I have my victim. Come.” I walk down the hall briskly. Swerving through the throng of people waiting for rooms. I listen as I pass each door. Attempting to locate the room the child is in. Down a corridor to my left I hear her. Soft crying, and the words no echoing throughout my head. I get to the door, and slowly open it. In front of me is the man on top of the girl on the bed. Her legs spread, and his hands pinning her wrists to the mattress. He is struggling to get her skirt the whole way up, and his pants down enough for insertion. He is frustrated, but excited with the struggle. He doesn’t know that we stand there, and I hear him say to the girl, “Stay still! I don’t want my dick bent! You’re just a poor little wench. You should be glad your family will eat tonight due to my interest in you. Stop your wailing! I didn’t pay for a baby!” He smacks her hard across the face. Her legs going slightly limp from the pain. It is then that I make my move. I quickly rush directly behind the man. I lightly run my hand across his leg. He turns startled. I smile and say, “Can I join you? I’m feeling hungry for a little fun.” He smiles beckoning for me to hold her other hand down. You stand in the corner of the room UN noticed taking in the scene. The man is on his knees now between the girls properly undoing his pants. As he is doing this I seductively bend down. My ass rose to the man’s point of vision. My head rests by the girl’s ear and I quietly tell her everything will be okay. No harm will befall her this night. As the man finishes with his pants I still hold the girls hand in place. Under my grip she has stopped struggling, but to the man the scenario seems no different. I take my other hand and softly start lifting my skirt to expose my thigh. The man becomes even more aroused. Sliding his hand up it exposing my rear. He is about to touch my flower when I quickly turn on him. I let go of the girl. At this point I am the man’s focus, so I discreetly motion with my hand behind my back for the girl to leave. I pull the man into my embrace kissing him as she crawls away. I kiss him hard causing his eyes to shut in painful ecstasy as my hand grasps his rode. I start kissing his neck stroking him harder with my hand. Small moans start to escape the older man’s lips. I can sense the blood in his veins, and starving I bite ravenously into his neck. He gasps and screams from the pain. He tries to escape, but is held firm with my supernatural strength. I am disgusted feeding on him, but this night I will at least feel full. I drain every last drop from him. Dropping him hard like a worthless sack of potatoes. I feel a sense of justice, but disgust over the whole situation. I look at Lucian with Cold eyes, and quickly push my way out of the building. You chase after me. Demanding I stop for a moment. I stand still my back turned to you and I say, “I wish to be alone now! I wish to think over what all has just transpired. I feel angry that such men exist, but will I in the future be any better!” You have a look of understanding on your face. You reach out to me, but I turn and recede into the black of the night.

Lucian

I follow knowing that she could never hide from her sire anymore than she could hide from herself. Once you have calmed down and regained composure I move up to you and hold you gently and feel you release into my grip. I take you up over the and the movement is so fast you don’t even realize we left where we were until we have stopped. We are standing on the highest point in the city looking down and can see the whole of our city. I set you down on a ledge and say “Let me tell you the story to our beginnings…. A long time ago the divine forces of this world had a battle instigated by a very jealous divine creature, some call him Lucifer some have other names for him but he rebelled against the divine royalty and led a massive battle, After that battle and he had lost and all his followers were given a choice, work off the pain and suffering we caused by following the defeated or follow him to the edge of the Universe for the rest of time…..I decided to work of my dept and the divine set about to hide my soul and leave me a walking life drainer to bring justice and pain to those that take advantage or cause misery to the innocent or pure of soul. Once in awhile I find those close to death and grant them this gift t appease my own loneliness and to help with the tasks given to me, I search out souls that are close to death but still have life in them as well as a purity. Only a few I have kept with me yourself as a partner and Rohanna as a servant but there are others some have forgotten their task and kill needlessly as well as the innocent and I must as a previous general pull those back or send them to the edge of existence to meet with Lucifer. You see I took you there to prey on those that take advantage of the week, Most of the people there are just there for pleasure, couples individuals who chose to be there but once in awhile there are those like that man who show up and I must act on it, As you get older you will learn to feel the innocence and guilt of people, That man had guilt seeping from his pores and the girl innocence, Most people have enough of a combination to make it easy to feed on them if needed but the true scum that walks the earth must be removed.” I await you to say something after absorbing it all in….

Lydia

I look down at the hands on my lap, and say, “This is all so overwhelming to me Lucian. I never thought there would have been so much involved. I thought if I cheated death life would prevail again within me, but I’m finding this is not the case. Instead, it seems I must now constantly chase death to live. When in the beginning I wanted to just run away from it. How I wish things were simple.

I shouldn’t have let my passion for life override my logical senses. I hope I can learn to live with this. To be a walking paradox. Constantly between life and death. It will be interesting discovering my new place upon this earth.”