Rose Moon Rising. (Tag Demos, Lysette, closed)

[Sheila]

Things have affected my Mistress just as I knew they would.
She came back from her... embracing... torn and wracked with guilt, and rather sick.
I couldn't do anything to help her.
She puked so much blood, she passed out long before Dawn ever came.
With the events going on, I needed to stick to my job even more diligently, making appearances on her behalf, making it look as if nothing had gone so wrong.
Showing the other vampires that would report back to the prince, that Lysette herself was just fine.
Not being able to be by her side when she's this distraught is pure torture, but Her instructions were real clear. I had more important things to do. Things I was built to do.
The day seems to wear on so long... the sun so bright... But I continue, and as soon as the sun starts setting, I head back to Lysette's side.
She's so depressed she doesn't want to get out of bed, and I fawn all over her as I get her up for her own duties, wishing I could carry that load for her as well.
Even as she is right now, she is so beautiful.
Like a crushed rose...
But tonight, there is work to be done.
Once I get Lysette up and moving as much as possible, I have to leave her again, to go collect her Childre.
I knock, but get no answer, so I let myself inside.

[glow=green,2,300]"Demos?"[/glow]

I don't get an answer.
But there's only one light on, so I follow it, and when I see him, I see why my Mistress chose him to be the one she sired.
He is beautiful.
And he is also in a state I recognize immediately.
He's fallen under the clan curse... staring blankly at a painting.
Familiar with it, I take the painting down, setting it gently against the wall so it can't be seen.
Removing the object that throws one into the trance, does not remove the trance.
But if I manage to bring him out of it, and he sees it again right after, it will just happen all over again.
With the painting taken care of, I turn back to him.
I've never even met him before.
And, even though he's bathed, all I smell on him is my Mistress.
Her blood flows through his veins... even deeper than it flows in mine.
With her blood running through my viens, even though I am not a full vampire as he is, it helps me draw her out of these states easier than if she had to on her own.
I hope this connection will help me with her Childre as well.
I come up behind Demos, wrapping my arms around him as a lover would, putting every part of my body against him that I can.
Touch is what helps Lysette.
He feels really nice.
Using a voice that mirrors my Mistress's so exactly, that vampiric hearing doesn't notice the difference, I call his name,

[glow=green,2,300]"Demos, come back ta me."[/glow]

I continue wrapping myself over his frame, stimulating his skin in a sensual way, moving my mouth to his ear, licking a bit as I whisper,

[glow=green,2,300]"Avancer Demos, you can break de spell."[/glow]

((avancer= come on))

[Storyteller]

Demos... before you post: Roll 8 die.

Concidering plot device, AND the 'help' applied, difficulty of 4.

[Demos]

[dice=10][dice=10][dice=10][dice=10][dice=10][dice=10][dice=10][dice=10]

For breaking the entrancement.[rand=9497627744950401719201039036050440916485343798756227038932140719]

[Storyteller]

With a roll like that, this trance is EASILY broken.
Demos, go ahead and post the actual scene now.

[Demos]

The day is long for me, and filled with dreams that sit just beyond my grasp. It feels like eterinity itself is opening before me, unlocking dreams that I do not, cannot understand. Its a relavatory experience, and when I awaken in the evening, I feel changed as a result.

The first thing that encroaches upon my notice are my sheets. Before they were softest silk, now though they feel rough, rubbing against my nude form in the oddest, most enticing ways.

When I open my eyes, it is to darkness, but this is not an absolute. Somehow, even in the pitch blackness of my room I can see ever detail, ever nuance of the worl.d It is astounding, like haivng your eyes opened for the first time.

Absently, I note the lack of Lysette at my side, somehow unsurprised by this. Our tryst, although easily one of the best of my existance, was still just that. She had her fun, took what she wanted, and then left.

I'm neither surprised, nor dissapointed. Certainly being about to smell her scent upon the bed with this much clarity is reward enough for an evening well spent...Even if the night itself was not sufficient reward for the blood spent....

I move about my morning routine automaticly, enjoying the pleasures of a hot shower even more with my cool flesh, admiring the lack of facial hair growth in the mirrow, and then finally lighting my studio to begin my works, absently considering how best to manage the nightclub with my new status.

I don't get far though. From the corner of my eye, I spy one of my earlier works, turning to face it almost against my will, staring into a painting of the dawn above the ocean, a painting completed over a series of monthes during my first stay in Greece.

Now though, with my sight it seems so much richer, so much fuller than before. As I stare into the painting I can make out every brush stroke, every touch. Remembering it exactly as I had painted it, remembering the greek woman who had laid before me as I worked, teasing me with her breasts, her scent, her delightful mouth...

When I come back to myself, it is in the touch of someone familar. A familar voice pulling me back from where I was, Lysette's word bringing me back to the moment, away from where I was. Now the painting is gone, and my only focus is her body behind me, oddly contrasted against my cool flesh. As she pressed against me her flesh seems warm, feverish to the touch, my ears filled with the pounding of her heart, and my mouth watering at the sound, awakening a new desire in me. A new thirst....

I respond to her, still slightly lost in the moment, confused, my mind wandering, repelling somewhat against her control. Wanting to return to the sanctity of the memory of the painting, away from the heartbeat, and my own hunger.

"Lysette? You came back?....I'm...surprised...."

[Sheila]

He responds by calling me Lysette.
I go through all of the social scenes being called Lysette.
The only one alive who still knows my name, is Lysette herself.
But Demos... He's going to have to know my name. He'll know once he's back in his own mind and fully out of the trance, that I am not her.
He's family.
And he's still shaking the effects of the trance.
I was using Lysette's likeness to draw him out on purpose, someone familiar, so I don't jump to explain right away.
I move around in front of him now, pushing my breasts against his chest, my arms over his shoulders, looking in his eyes, to get him to focus on me.
He has beautiful eyes.

[glow=green,2,300]"Dat's it. Dat's de Willpower I'd expect a maîtresse progeny.[/glow]

I smile, noticing he seems to be coming to a bit more. His eyes seem focused now.

[glow=green,2,300]"Ah'm 'ere ta take you ta Lysette, Mon Chere.
You didn' tink she'd do dis to ya and den leave ya to tha Prince ta pick apart, did you?"[/glow]

When it seems he's broken the trance, I give him some space, moving my chest from his, but keeping close enough he can touch me if he needs to.
He's a very fresh vampire, and hasn't made it out of the house to feed yet.
Which is just what Lysette wanted.
She has his first meal planned. But it's not to be me.
My blood is infused with her blood. And though that gives me power, and prolongs my life, it is the pure rich blood of a human that he should taste, his first feeding.
My life is already past it's natural span, thanks to Lysette's blood.
He needs blood that is more full of life, than death.

[glow=green,2,300]"Get ready ta go Mon Chere. I 'ave de car waiting.
Lysette is also waiting.
Dere is much you need ta learn about dis new life."[/glow]

[Demos]

Interesting...

I come out of my daze to find a delightful, and so oh familar pair of breast pushed up against me, a sensual delight that would have brought me to instant erection at one point, and yet which does not prompt an immediate response now. I guess that makes sense, Lysette drained me in more than one way...

Speaking of which, this woman goes on to refer to Lysette as her mistress, and I guess that means she's either insane, or that hot french redhead vampires come in pairs...I can't say that this possibility worries me terribly.

She tells me to get dressed and I smile at that, amused to have a woman tell me to put my clothes on...Oh how one night can change the world...

Still, if Lysette needs me, I know instinctively to do as I'm ask. I'm drawn back to her, to helping her, serving her if that is what she needs...Its weird, not usually my kink to be the sub in a relationship, but I recognize the compulsion for what it is.

I move across the room, pulling open one of my closet and quickly sliding through the various suits on display there, selecting one ina charcoal black, with just a hint of pinstripe, something to offset my new paler skintone...so much for that subscription to the tanning service. I'd imagine that'd be a non starter now, even if I don't burst into flames at the light.

Pairing the suit with a blood red silk shirt I get dressed quickly, largely unmoved by the presence of Lysette's clone in the room. I'm quite comfortable with nudity, and I certainly have no reason for modesty.

When I'm comfortably dressed, I put on my favorite watch, a nice white gold number, and step into a pair of hand crafted italian dress shoes, polished to a high sheen. About the only thing keeping me from looking like a high dollar CEO is the lack of tie...and I flat refuse to wear that shit. I collar myself for no reason.

As we're walking out to the car I flash my new friend my usual charming grin, and then ask the questions that have been bugging me since our interesting meeting.

"That thing back there, thats what happened to Lysette last night, isn't it? Some sort of weird trance....I was overwhelmed by it...like every moment of its creation was there again, too much to process...By the way I'm Demos...not certain I caught your name miss..I will say you do look awefully familar...never forget a face...Particularly not one with which I have been so intimately aquainted."

[Sheila]

He smiles, and moves to do just as I say.
He doesn't tell me to leave as he gets dressed, so I don't. Instead, I watch his every move, enjoying the sight. He doesn't seem to mind at all.
And he is very beautiful.
As we leave his place, heading to the car, he flashes me a grin, and starts asking the questions I expected.
I look around, noting no one in ear shot, and I move in closer to him, so that only he will hear me, pulling it off as though I am Lysette herself to anyone who could be looking, enjoying her new Progeny.

[glow=green,2,300]"De name is Sheila. But don' call me dat outside a Lysette's home. It would be danger."[/glow]

Even the driver believes I am her. And he attends me as her flawlessly, As soon as he sees us coming, he gets out of his seat, opening the back doors to let us in, so I wait until we're seated to discuss the other part.

[glow=green,2,300]"Dat trance is common for our kind Mon Chere. Someting we develop da Willpower ta defend against.
Maise, even one of 'my' age is still prone to da trance.
Dere is much going on now dat you are vampire. But it will be explained tonight."[/glow]

The driver pulls up to the front door of Emerald Rose Manner, Lysette's main Haven.
On the outside, it looks like a lovely mansion, always busy with many humans buzzing around.
Half of them artists, and half of them staff.
I move my arm through his, leading him through them as swiftly as possible.
If his hunger awakens, and he loses himself to the beast so soon, it would put Lysette in even more anguish. I don't plan to allow that to happen.
Once inside, I continue to guide Demos out of the main areas, to a more private area, the flocks of artists all fading when we enter the hall to Lysette's rooms.
I stop outside of a room that has been prepared earlier this night, and turn to Demos,

[glow=green,2,300]"As you must know, vampires drink blood.
And you must be feeling de hunger by now.
Dere are many ways dat vampire hunt, but in dis house, it is to be done wit pleasure."[/glow]

I open the door to reveal a decent sized room, with mirrors all around, and a large 4 poster bed in the center of it.
On the bed is a woman wearing a white gown, smiling at us with barely contained excitement.

[glow=green,2,300]"Dis is Sarah. She has shared my bed and tasted de vampire's kiss before.
She has been made aware dis is your first feeding, and she is willing ta risk."[/glow]

In front of the girl, I continue to act and speak as Lysette, imparting some knowledge before letting him loose on the woman.

[glow=green,2,300]"Sharing Lysette's bed is a night of pleasure unknown, and de lovelies dat share, are in safety and trust.
Dis being de first time, you run da risk of losing yourself to de Beast inside, and taking her to death.
Sarah knows de danger. She is willing ta sacrifice.
Maise, no matter how it ends, I want you ta make it pleasure.
Sarah does na want ta die. But her willingness to sacrifice herself to you so completely deserves dat much."[/glow]

Sarah sits on the bed the entire time, listening to me, her eyes on Demos, as if entranced, and I look at Demos with a more intimate smile,

[glow=green,2,300]"She has an amazing voice.
An she is yours.
Ya do not 'ave all night for dis.
We still have much ta cover in little time before dawn comes again.
So, enjoy her Demos, and slake de tirst.
Dis is only de first time."[/glow]

I close the door, leaving them to the task at hand, heading deeper into this section of the house, going to the room I sense Lysette in. I will check on her as I wait for him to be done.

[Storyteller]

Demos, roll 10 die, difficulty of 7.

[Demos]

[dice=10][dice=10][dice=10][dice=10][dice=10][dice=10][dice=10][dice=10][dice=10][dice=10][rand=319235227082559477224868878577284726764603080663111087947389681735]

[Demos]

In response to my question, the woman explains her name, and that her appearence is no accident. Stating in no uncertain terms that I am not to reveal this secret to any other. As if I had any other to speak to.

The drive over seems to take an eternity, my ears filled with the sounds of the driver and her's breathing, their heartbeats. Every subtle nuance attracts my attention, my focus. And all the while I feel a hunger burning within me, building by degrees.

Its a blur as Shiela walks me through Lysette's estate, nothing more than the rhythm of hearts and the heat of bodies far too close, and yet too distant. I almost find myself lost in the sea of humanity, blinded but for the focus of my guide, and an odd pulse that floats beneath the surface of my mind, growing stronger, more clear by the moment.

Indeed when we reach our supposed destinaiton I have to fight against the urge to continue down the hall, to ignore the scent of life in favor of something stronger that calls to me, compelling still more with every moment.

I block this distraction out as best I can as Shiela speaks, informing me as to the purpose of this young woman, how she is to serve me.

When it is past we are alone in the bedroom, and I feel an unusual tingle of discomfort, an odd reflection on a virginity long forsaken.

She smiles at me though, comforting me. Her skin is pale as Lysette's, just above my own deathly palor, acting in sharp contrast to the raven hair, flowing in waves down her back, to the chocolate brown eyes that capture my attention.

She doesn't speak, not a word. Simply turning her neck to the side, brushing aside her long hair to show me her neck, lightly imprinted with the imprint of fangs, no doubt Lysette's touch upon her body.

Absently, I drop my sportcoat on a sidechair, not even looking at it as I move towards the bed, captivated by the slow, steady thrum of her heartbeat, the flow of blood that I can see race through her neck.

In a moment, we are together, my lips kissing her tenderly where our mistress marked her, touching the warm flash with my mouth, tasting the salt of her sweat, the result of her evident excitement. I can feel her heartbeat accelerating now, and Its like touching a live wire, and electric current that flows through me, compells me.

There is a slight change in my mouth, a subtle unsheathing, and my fangs are out, piercing into her neck as I hear her gasp out to me, crying out in a wordless expression of ecstasy, a moan more pure than any orgasm I have ever had the pleasure to cause.

And then the blood comes. Hot and ready, a salty ambrosia that fills my mouth as I greedily drink from her, supping like a dying man clinging to salvation.

My heart does not beat any longer, but hers does now for me, an excited, electric sensation that fills my ears, my senses...blocking out everything with a cacophany of sound, a cascade of life.

It takes me only that moment, and I am lifted away, pulled from the brink of death and to beyond it...Feeling something transcendent, beautiful in the moment.

When I return, it is to the heartbeat again, slowing now...Why is it slowing?

No, not slowing...

Stopping.

The blood on my lips is no longer a gush, but a slow transverse, pulled more from my hungry lips than by any force within her.

And the heartbeat is gone.

For a long moment I cling to her, not sure what has happened, and then the red haze seems to fade from my eyes, reality sets in.

My lips part from her neck, and then she simply hangs there. Held in my arms by no force but gravity. The eyes, once full and excited are dolllike and glassy now. Empty. Dead.

She is dead.

The body is still warm as I release her, laying her softly across the sheets, kissing her full lips for the first, last, and final time.

She tastes of strawberries.

That brings with a moment of confusion, that dissipates at a consideration of the room.

By the bedside sits a ffinely wrought tray, set with strawberries upon a platter next to a bowl of whipped cream, next to a glass of champaigne.

She was going to celebrate this with me.

This moment, this first passage.

For a long moment I consider the glass in my hands, considering it carefully, watching as the bubbls within slowly come to the surface, meeting the air and then escaping. Releasing the scent of the vintage.

I place the glass neatly down, exactly as I found it....then I sit on the side of the bed, and place my head in my hands, feeling a wave of emotion come over me. Coldness giving way to grief as I feel tears trail down my face.

In that moment, I understand what Lysette told me an eternity ago, and I weep for it. Not just for the girl...but for myself.

[Lysette]

This is what Roxie wanted.
To torture me enough that I lose my humanity.
To make me more of a monster.
I will never let her know how much her orders have cost me.
Once I could move, I left Demos, and came back home, to Sheila's waiting arms.
She cleaned up allot of blood for me, before putting me to bed.
Sick in more ways than I can describe, I welcomed oblivion when it came over me.
Waking back up was Hell.
As soon as I am aware, I feel it.
A piece inside of me cold and dead.
I am dead.
A monster.
And now I've killed a man, and created another monster.
Sheila has done her job well.
I have things I must do, and she drags me out of bed, reminding me of my duties.
She does all that she can do for me, to lighten the load. She really is a gem to have around.
After dressing me, she brings in a nice young photographer, telling me that I need to try and feed, get my strength up, and she goes to collect my childe.
I look at the young man, and shake my head.

[glow=red,2,300]"Je ne peux pas. Leave me."[/glow]

He does as I say without a word, and alone once again, I crumble back down on the bed, and wait.
I can feel when they return.
My Ghoul, and my Childe. Both infused with my own blood. Changed.
Monsters I created.
Sheila comes in, to check on me, and isn't happy to find me back in bed.
I let her drag me back up, and fawn over resetting my hair, smoothing my gown down.
As she's doing that, I feel something. Or perhaps it's the absence of the heartbeat I heard down the hall...
Sarah's blood is on my hands. In more ways than one.
If I could have pulled myself out of my own self pity, been there in the room for his first feeding, she might have lived.
And Demos...
I get up from my seat, not saying a word, knowing Sheila will follow.
I enter the room, knowing what I'll find. Knowing doesn't change how it feels to see it.
I move to the bed, brushing my fingers lightly over Sarah's eyes to close them, pulling the sheet over her as I nod to Sheila, moving to the side Demos sits, his first lesson still sinking in.

[glow=red,2,300]"You are a monster now, Mon Amour.
Like me."[/glow]

I reach down to him, pulling him to his feet, to leave this room behind.
As I lead him out, Sheila stays behind to take care of Sarah.
I pull Demos into my sitting room, gently moving him to an over stuffed couch near the fireplace, fake, to keep from Rotcherek, but still turned on to provide heat, already blazing to warm the room for our discussion.
The room is lined wall to wall with book cases, filled with what appears to be leather bound journals.
But if one were to pull any of them from the shelf, and look inside, they would find the sheets upon sheets of violin music I have written over the years.
I sit next to him, but give him any space me might need.
I have only known him a night, and he is now blood bound to me.
I don't want to overwhelm him.
It's not easy keeping my hands to myself. When I am this down, touch is something that helps to keep me from drawing into myself completely.

[glow=red,2,300]"Sheila says dat you 'ave fallen to de trance tonight as well.
De way dat you jump inta everyting head-first is going ta wear ya down."[/glow]

[Demos]

For a time I sit there, by myself, tasting her blood on my lips, bawling like a child...and then she is here. Beside me. The whole room seems to brighten with her in it, everything resonating in a way it didn't before. She takes my hand, and I feel a warmth in my heart, like a weight has been lifted.

She calls me a monster, and tells me I am not the only one. Its strange, to do something like this, to kill another...and be forgiven it so easily.

It is clear that this new world I am entering is quite apart from the old one.

Lysette leads me from the bedroom, and into another place. A study of sorts, laid out with books lining the walls. Ordinarily I would take in every detail, but at the moment I am captivated by this woman.

Even if we are monsters, she is still beautiful to behold, with her red hair, and vibrant eyes. Next to her, her double seems a pale copy, and I can understand how anyone could be fooled. It is strange...

When she speaks of the incident with the painting it brings a smile to my lips, my mood elevated by her words, though I am not entirely certain if they are meant as a tease, a warning, or both.

I spend a moment collecting my thoughts, focusing on her to make it fade into the background. When I speak my voice is surprisingly level, even to me, resonant and tinged with an ironic humor.

"Yes...I do tend to move a bit too quickly for my own good sometimes...a flaw I would chalk up to when I was not quite so well groomed as I am today. Sometimes moving first can keep you alive."

Absently, I run a hand across my mouth, wiping away the traces of the woman I consumed, unconciously straightening my image by degrees. When my eyes meet hers, there is a sharpness there, a focus.

"I hope you can teach me to do better in the future. I am your's to mold Lysette..."

[Lysette]

My words bring a smile to his face, his response showing that he noticed I was only half teasing him.
I smile back, though it still has a rather grim edge to it.
When he says he is mine to mold, I turn toward him on the couch, my hand cupping his cheek briefly as my smile is more genuine.
His eyes are clear, he's bounced out of his first lesson rather resiliently, so I start what is going to be a rather long conversation.

[glow=red,2,300]"Maise, you 'ave allot ta learn Mon Amour.
Ah did na jus' make you a monster, I 'ave brought you inta a whole new society, wit it's own rules and regulations, and it's own expectations.
As well as it's own punishments.
I told ya in de beginning, dat dere are many politics involved, and I want to explain jus' what I brought you into, before I start explaining all de odder important tings."[/glow]

And, even though I don't have to breath, as a source of habit, I take a breath, before going into my explanation,

[glow=red,2,300]"Dis is a Vampire City, And it is ruled by a Prince.
De Prince herself 'as ordered me ta Sire someone, to furder my Clan.
She gave me Tres monts ta get you prepared for a debute inta vampire society.
Allot a eyes are on us now Mon Amour, and I want you ta stay near me until you 'ave learned enough ta survive in dis.
Everyting you do now reflects on me.
De Prince has done all a dis, to push me.
I non believe she expects me ta pass her little 'test'."[/glow]

I give a small sigh, looking away.
I don't plan to tell Demos, anymore than I plan to let Roxie find out, that I have already failed the cruelest part of all of this.
I lost a part of my humanity, killing him.
But... that is something that only Sheila will know the true weight of. No need to tip off Roxie that her cruelty worked, and no reason to have Demos feel responsibility in any way for that.

[glow=red,2,300]"I don' wan' ta keep you prisoner Amour.
I wan' ta keep you safe.
Stay wit me for now, until you learn.
I can provide for any need.
If you 'ave madders dat need attending to outside dis house, I will go wit you.
When you have learned all you need, dis arrangement will non be needed, but for now, dis is how I want it.
Que dites-vous ?"[/glow]

((Translation: what do you say?))

[Demos]

Her words float like musical notes on the evening air, flowing easily, gently from her. In spit e of her accent I can understand everything quite clearly, even as I have to work hard to focus on the words, and not the erotic way that her mouth curves around everything she says, the way her skin seems to glow in the low light...

She explains that I've been made a vampire at the order of her prince, a woman oddly, and that it was her wish and not Lysette's that drove my embrace. Further it'd seem that Lysette must soon present me to the city as a whole, and that I must be properly trained for the act.

Aparently I'm to be a houseguest until this matter is concluded as well, for my own safety aparently. I get the impression that maybe Vampire society isn't any safer than human society...and perhaps a good deal less.

Theres a hard road ahead, but she still asks me about it. Putting the ball in my court to accept of decline her help...granting of course that I'd be a fool to say no.

"I accept milady, I will learn all I can from you, and be as dilligent a student as I may..."

This half is said with some slight hesitation, as I've never been much of an academic. I learned the full Kama Sutra in less time than it took me to conquer art history.

"As far as business goes...there isn't really much cause for concern. The club I own pretty much handles itself. I'll drop them a voicemail about being out of town for a few monthes, and that should be the end of it. They're used to my wanderings."
I shrug my shoulders, dismissing the matter as best I can, even as a part of my mind starts considering how management will need to change with my new condition. I wonder if I could refite Sade as a vampire club....


"What would you like to cover first milady?"