Round 22

[HIM]

Well... since it looks like we have the place to ourselves I suppose we could adjourn ourselves back to the cloakroom. My crew should have painted over the burn marks and put down some nice new well padded carpeting by now.

[RedneckDiva]

Well-padded carpet is always better! Although, it doesn't really help with the rugburns I always seem to get between my shoulder blades and on my knees. Oh well...small price to pay...

HIM? Uh...have you picked up any new paddles lately? I'm bored and would offer my arse up if you wanted to try some out. I have been awfully naughty. *wink wink nudge nudge*

[sidra]

all right, all right, i FINALLY got it done! after more setbacks than i can possibly list here, i have finished my story! it's really something that is to be continued; i had more in mind for it and it might grow into something big, who knows? anyway. now, HIM, you get to keep your promise and post YOUR story! yay! then we'll have a big... three stories! oh, i might just faint with the prospect of it all... but if i do you can just shpank me awake. heh.

[sidra]

Aries didn’t like going into the institution to visit Stacy. It was the smell more than anything that got to her. She almost always threw up when she left. Stacy’s parents had spared no expense, and had put her in the best place in the county, but there was something about the sterile whiteness of the place that put Aries off her lunch. She put a black-nailed hand over her mouth and swallowed, following the orderly down the hall. She didn’t like going to see Stacy, but no one else would, and Aries felt like someone ought to. Even Stacy’s parents only came once a month. Aries went almost weekly, sometimes twice a week.

Aries hadn’t been best friends with Stacy, or even second-best friends. They had hung out occasionally, being in relatively the same social circle, and they went to most of the same parties. They had only become close a few weeks before Stacy had been institutionalized. Aries had been there the night before, and felt somewhat responsible.



It had been innocent enough… just a couple of teenage goth girls goofing around. Aries wasn’t even sure that what she and Stacy had been doing was even the cause of the madness that had gripped Stacy’s mind the next day… but part of her knew that it was. They’d tried to cast a spell from one of the pile of books of magic that Stacy had bought at the local Wiccan store, Moonstone Alley. Stacy’s boyfriend had just broken up with her and she had been an angry wreck about it, and Aries had suggested they do something to get revenge on him, like cast a spell on him or something. Aries hadn’t thought it would work, really, but she had enjoyed the creepy thrill that it might, and Stacy seemed quite taken with the idea. They had closeted themselves into Stacy’s room, giggling, with the lights out and the curtains drawn, and several fat white candles burning in a circle around them.

“Okay,” Stacy had said, consulting the book. “I need a lock of your hair.”

“How much is a lock?” Aries had asked, with trepidation. She was rather proud of her shining dark chestnut hair, and hadn’t counted on loosing much or any of it. “And what’s the matter with using yours?”

“It’s just a little bit,” Stacy had said, a hint of exasperation in her voice. “And we’re going to use mine, too, all right? Jeezus. Here.” She had handed Aries the little ceremonial knife she’d bought at Moonstone Alley, along with the book, the candles, a reflective silver bowl that the girl at Moonstone Alley had called a scrying bowl (and cost more than Aries would have spent on shoes) and several sachets of herbs. Aries had unwillingly took the knife and cut a few strands of her hair.

“More than that.” Stacy took back the knife and had lunged at Aries’ hair, cutting out a larger chunk.

“Jesus!” Aries’ hand had flown protectively to her head. “God, are you trying to get me to join the army?”

Stacy had just snorted and cut out a similar hank of hair from her own scalp. “It’s just some hair, Ari, get over it.” She had then begun to braid their hair together, and bind it with a stray thread from the black skirt she was wearing. “All right.” She had put the hair in the bowl, then sprinkled some herbs over it, muttering something. Then she had picked up a red taper and lit it, letting the red wax drip onto the braid and the herbs.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” Aries had asked, as Stacy had bent to consult her book of dark magic again. “I mean, we’re not trying to kill him or anything… are we?”

“Sssh!” Stacy had hissed. “Here. Do what I just did.” She had shoved the packet of herbs at Aries. “Say this: Revenge is mine, and all the time, you shall rue the day we met.”

“It sound stupid… but all right,” Aries had muttered. She had repeated the line that Stacy gave her, and then said a different line (“Your blood is mine, you shall regret, you shall rue the day we met.”) Then, under Stacy’s instruction, they joined hands and Stacy finished the spell, with Aries trying awkwardly to keep up.

“William Hess, you shall regret that you and I had ever met,
For I shall haunt you every night, my visions shall destroy your sight
Your blood is mine, you shall regret, you will rue the day we met
For every tear I ever cried shall come to haunt you, by and by
William Hess, you shall regret that you and I had ever met.”

“Now let go,” Stacy had whispered, and Aries had obeyed, closing her eyes. Stacy waved her hands over the scrying bowl and cried out: “So mote it be!” impressively. Aries had repeated the words more softly, the same way she said “Amen” in church after a prayer she hadn’t been paying much attention to.

“Um… is that it?”

Stacy had nodded, then frowned. “I don’t think it worked. I think you screwed it up.”

“Sorry,” Aries had said sarcastically, “I didn’t realize that I had to memorize poetry for this.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s supposed to just be done by one person. I just modified it for two, so you could do it with me. Shit. I don’t think it worked.”

“Sorry,” Aries had said again, more sincerely. “Don’t worry too much about it. He’s a dickhead. He’ll get what’s coming to him.” Stacy had still looked disappointed, so Aries had continued encouragingly: “Hey, maybe it did work. Maybe his dick shriveled up and fell off. That’d be doing every girl in our school a favor.”

Stacy had laughed, and everything had seemed to be all right after that. Aries had gone home soon after that; it had been getting late and her curfew was eleven o’clock on weeknights. The next day Stacy hadn’t been at school. Neither had Bill, her ex. Nobody had really thought much of it, but Aries had had a feeling of dread about the whole situation in the pit of her stomach. Then she’d heard the first of the news from Troy, Bill’s best friend. It turned out that Stacy hadn't wanted to wait for her spell to take effect. Apparently she had attacked him early that morning; she had snuck into his room and had tried to rip his throat out. Bill’s mother had what he had always called an annoying habit of checking on him every morning to make sure he was getting ready for school, and it was this that had saved his life. She had seen the two of them struggling on the bed, and had screamed at the sight of what she had thought was her son having sex. Then Stacy had looked up, and Bill’s mother had seen the blood on her face, around her mouth. Stacy had gotten away out the window, but Bill’s mother had been able to identify her to the police. Aries had found out later that Stacy had gone home, covered in her ex-boyfriend’s blood, and had tried to kill herself. Bill had recovered eventually, with a few light scars covering his face and neck, and Stacy had been put into the institution. And Aries had come to visit her every week since.


The orderly opened a heavy white door and beckoned Aries inside. They’d put Stacy in a different room since Aries had last visited. And they had told Aries that she’d have less time to visit today. The surly nurse at the front desk had mentioned something about Stacy having a relapse of some kind and attacking an orderly, but refused to elaborate. The news had surprised Aries; she didn’t think that Stacy would have had the strength. Stacy had been looking paler and weaker every day for the past month… her skin was chalk white, her auburn hair was dull and tangled, her bright green eyes were dilated and glassy. Today, she looked even worse; Aries would swear that she could see the blue lines of veins running underneath her skin. She was restrained today: strapped in a sitting position on her bed, her arms twisted in a straitjacket. Even her long hair was pulled back in a clumsy ponytail.

“Hi, Ari,” she said, in a voice like cracking leather.

“Hey, Stace,” Aries said in reply, forcing a smile to her face. She turned to the orderly. “Can’t you untie her? She won’t…”

“No,” the orderly interrupted, already closing the door. “I ain’t goin’ near her. I’ll be outside.” He was gone before Aries could voice another protest. Stacy chuckled dryly behind her.

“He tried to give me pills yesterday,” she whispered. “And water. I don’t need that anymore.”

“Stace, you really should drink something…”

“I should,” Stacy said, as if it didn’t concern her. She smiled, and in her skeletal, wasted face, her teeth looked unusually sharp and white. “But not water. Sit down, Ari. I’m glad you came today.”

Aries noticed a plastic-cushioned metal chair that was roughly the color of unripe avocado sitting against the wall. She dragged it over to Stacy’s bedside. “I’m glad, too. You know, you usually don’t talk this much.”

“I didn’t have anything to say,” Stacy said. “But now I do. How’s Nelson?”

“He’s fine; he says hello.” Nelson was Aries’ neighbor, and the two of them had started dating about a week after Stacy got institutionalized.

“Oh,” Stacy sounded almost disappointed that Nelson wasn’t fine.

Aries knew better than to ask Stacy about her boyfriend… that was one way to get her raving for sure. “Brice and Dee and John and all the others… they said to tell you hi, too.”

“Well, that’s nice…” Stacy didn’t sound too pleased at the mention of their friends, either. “I’m glad you came today, Ari. Because I’m not going to be here tomorrow, and I wanted you to know why.”

“What?” Aries found she was having a hard time looking at Stacy. Her eyes were too bright. Aries realized that they hadn’t been able to medicate Stacy today. She thought for a moment of moving her chair away and sitting near the door, then dismissed it as paranoia. Stacy seemed pretty lucid… maybe all the meds weren’t so good for her after all. She hadn’t mentioned her vampire boyfriend yet, and that was a pretty good sign. Usually she started spouting out crazy shit about him the minute Aries stepped into the room.

“I like your jacket,” Stacy said, nodding her head at Aries.

“Probably more than yours, huh?”

Stacy laughed once, roughly. “I’m sure. It looks so soft… what’s it made of?”

“Just velour,” Aries said, nervously picking a piece of lint off of the black material. “You know. Poor man’s velvet.”

“Can I feel it?” Stacy’s wasted face was so plaintive, so childlike and pathetic, that Aries found herself raising her arm and brushing her sleeve against her friend’s cheek before she thought about it. Stacy closed her eyes and buried her nose into the material, inhaling hungrily. Aries, slightly wierded out, let her do it for a minute before she took her arm back. Stacy smiled at Aries as she opened her eyes. “Your blood is very rich. You’re becoming one of them, you know.”

“Ah…” Aries said, cringing away from her friend despite herself. Maybe Stacy wasn’t as lucid as Aries had thought. “What… what do you mean by that, Stace?” She tried to keep her voice light and understanding, as if what Stacy had just said was something that perfectly sane people say all the time. Stacy laughed. It was the laugh of someone who belonged in that straitjacket.

“I can’t tell you… but it’s funny,” Stacy said. “You know, right before they took me from Damrothe, I was sure that you and I were going to be best friends forever.” Aries didn’t let her discomfort show on her face, but she felt it… here came the vampire boyfriend again. Soon enough she would be raving on and on about how he came to her and took her in his dark embrace, and it was only a matter of time before he took her away from this place and she would live forever. “And now,” Stacy continued, “we’re going to be enemies. I’m sorry about that.”

“Stace, we’re not going to be enemies,” Aries tried to say assuringly, but there was something in the way Stacy was staring at her that made her confidence stick in her throat.

“I have a message for you,” Stacy continued, after staring at Aries for a longer time than she needed to. “He doesn’t want me to say this to you, but you’ve always been my friend. You were never mean to me. I should give you some sort of warning… it probably won’t do you any good, though.”

Aries felt, against all reason, her blood going cold. “Stace…” she began weakly, trying to smile, but she couldn’t speak. A sudden wave of fear washed over her, immobilizing her, making her unable to do anything but stare at Stacy’s skeletal features, and watch her dry lips move.

“He’ll probably punish me for telling you,” Stacy whispered. She looked delirious with glee and dread at the prospect. “But he’s planned for me to have you as my first kill. Tonight, while you’re sleeping, three strokes after midnight, and I’ll have your blood. Or maybe you won’t be sleeping. Either way… I’ll be there.” Her face fell suddenly, but a trace of her previous manic grin remained at the corners of her lips. “I won’t hurt you; I’d never want to do that… this is just the only way I’ll get to be Vampir, and stay with Damrothe forever. You won’t feel a thing if you hold still.”

In a sudden, panicked moment, Aries forgot that Stacy was restrained. She forgot that her friend was weakened, emaciated, and sick. She jumped to her feet in fright, the metal chair clattering to the floor behind her. She nearly tripped over it in her scramble to get to the door. She banged on the door, hoping to get the orderly’s attention, but the door didn’t open.

“You’re going already? I already said that I was going to wait until later,” Stacy said. Aries shouted for the orderly and tried to open the locked door, even though she knew it was locked. “Calm down,” Stacy continued, but her voice had a hint of amusement in it. “I didn’t mean for you to get so scared. It’s not going to be like it was with Bill. I was being foolish then… I wasn’t ready. It takes time. And now’s the time… You should view it as a compliment, really. I’m saving you from a very sad and pathetic life… I mean, you don’t expect that he’ll stay with you forever, do you? He’s going to leave you, and leave you knocked up besides. I’ve heard all about the women he’s been with… all the girls he’s left behind with pregnant bellies and broken hearts. All of them are the same… his kind are all the same… I’ll be doing you a favor, Aries… you’re going to hate your life after he’s not in it.”

Aries wanted to find her voice. She wanted to say: “Stace, you’re just confused and sick… you’re not going to kill me and you’re certainly not going to be a vampire.” She wanted to say: “Nelson’s not going to leave me pregnant and heartbroken, Stace, and even if he did I still wouldn’t want to be dead.” But some sort of primal instinct, some place deep inside her that just knew that Stacy was telling her the truth. She was going to be a vampire. She was going to kill Aries and drink her blood. Aries knew, just as you’d know that trees loose their leaves in the autumn, that Stacy was telling her the truth, about that at least. And there was no one who would believe Aries if she told them that her institutionalized friend wasn’t in fact insane, but was turning into a vampire and promised (not threatened, but promised) that Aries would be her first victim. And she also knew that if she was in this room with Stacy one minute longer, the paralyzing fear that was surging through her would overwhelm her and she’d loose her mind. Luckily the orderly heard her frantic attempts to open the locked door, and opened it and let her out. As Aries stumbled through the door, Stacy called after her.

“See you tonight…”

[HIM]

Wow, that is nice and dark. :-)

[HIM]

Well mine isn't nearly so dark... it leans a different direction.

HIM

Jean slept blissfully in a tangle of arms and legs, blood was caked under her fingernails and the SMELL of iron, sweat and sex still filled the air. She wasn’t sure which felt better against her raw, ripped skin; her lover’s flesh or the black VELVET cloak they were wrapped in. The previous hours had been filed with moans, groans, shrieks and growls and ended with a soft purr that she will remember for a lifetime, or longer.

She met her online, initially from a reply post to her blog. The two became fast friends after a flurry of emails and chat. They exchanged pictures and made love through the wires for months. Her new friend would never tell Jean where she was however nor would she reveal her real name, insisting on being referred to only by her handle but told her that she would come to Jean if she wished it. After weeks longer of deepest dreams shared and repeated sessions of cybersex (which really creeped her out at first) Jean at last couldn’t resist; she sent a MESSAGE asking her mysterious friend to come to her and meet her face to face. There are a lot of sick weirdoes in the world they both agreed, so they were to meet at a nice safe place, the mall, right after sunset.

Jean arrived nearly an hour early, sitting on pins and needles awaiting her soon-to-be-real lover’s arrival. She sat restlessly, worrying if she would really be who she purported to be, though certain that she would be. She worried that she herself would not live up to expectations, that her friendship would be ruined and her then lost friend might go away ANGRY. In her heart though she was sure that they each knew exactly everything about each other already; she couldn’t have been more right and more wrong.

The exact moment of the appointed hour arrived and there was a tap on Jeans worried shoulder; she turned sharply around and was face to face with the most beautiful person she had ever seen. It was indeed her expected friend; she flashed a look of radiant joy that surely must have doubled the brightness in the huge main room of the mall. They immediately embraced and jean felt lips kissing her neck; every hair on her body stood on end and goose pimples rose from head to toe. The embrace ended and Jean immediately said, “Lets go back to my place” which garnered the reply “I thought you’d never ask… but first, lets stop in there.” Jeans potential new lover was pointing at Victoria’s Secret. Jean spoke up, “Wait, surely you’ll tell me your name now, won’t you?” Her lover smiled and said “for right now my name is Lover… nothing more.” “Mysterious to the end are you?” Lover just smiled and started walking, pulling Jean by the hand.

After a whirlwind of lingerie shopping they arrived at Jeans house; she opened the door and beckoned her friend in. Lover smiled and entered. Jean showed her around the house and even showed her a guest room; both smiled into it, looked back at each other and knew they would not need it. Jean encouraged Lover to make herself at home and excused herself, taking one of the shopping bags with her. When she returned she was wearing a long, slinky, black satin dress that was comfortable but fit in all the right places. Lover was in the exact same spot Jean left her but was now wearing a red and black dominatrix outfit complete with a full length cloak. Jean thought ‘where’d that come from’ because they didn’t buy that while shopping and ‘how’d she get into *that* so fast?’

“You don’t waste any time do you?” Jean said to her new mate while giving her a sideways look and a wicked smile. “Neither do you” was the reply as Lover sauntered over and wrapped her arms around Jean. Their lips met and while they kissed, the softest of moans in perfect harmony, sang from them both. After the kiss Jean said, “You know, I really was just getting into something more comf…” but was muffled by another kiss, which she did not hesitate to return. “I know darling” her mate said after, “but we both know what has been on our minds since the second we saw each other.” Jean smiled a sly smile and said, “Uh-huh” while nodding.

Jean felt Lover’s claws dig softly into her back as she tightened her own embrace. They stumbled back to Jeans bedroom, pawing and clawing at each other the whole way then fell into the bed. It was only a few seconds later that a fabric ripping sound was heard as Lover’s sharp claws slit the fabric of Jeans new dress. Several straps of Lovers outfit came undone with help and tender pink parts met sharp teeth and claws as the two rolled back and fourth. They flipped end to end, again and again over the next few hours. They talked and laughed and shared stories between interludes and enjoyed the sweetest of each others love and lust; flesh and fantasy.

Around MIDNIGHT during a brief rest Jean got up put on a deep blue floor length satin robe and retrieved a bottle of champagne, glasses and CANDLES. The two enjoyed about half-a-glass each of the champagne before they couldn’t keep their mouths away from each other again; the glasses ended up on the floor when the nightstand got kicked. Things started getting a little rougher and there was a lot more biting and scratching going on. Jeans nightstand had been raided and several toys were now in play too. After being bitten rather hard on the inner thigh Jean bubbled, “I call the big one bitey!” giggled and bit her back. A few minutes later they were face to face, Lover looking into Jeans longing eyes and Jean looking into equally passionate but hungry ones.

Lover said to Jean “I want you to be mine forever.” Jean replied, “I want you too, but how can I be yours forever if I don’t even know your name… Tell me - and I’m yours.” “Are you sure?” was the reply, “I take commitments *very* seriously.” “I’m sure.” Jean said with a smile. At that moment Jean’s lover suddenly looked a whole lot more dangerous and bared a pair of fangs that looked like they came right out of a movie. Almost instantly she felt the sharp pain of those fangs sinking into her neck as claws sank deep into the flesh of her neck and back. She let out a ‘Yip!’ but then rolled into a low moan echoed once again in perfect harmony by her mate. The bite’s displeasure ended quickly and instead became intensely erotic; jean raked her nails down Lover’s back repeatedly and blood was flowing from under all of their fingers while juices flowed below. The bite and embrace lasted uncounted minutes but when they parted a few inches and looked at each other; they once again shared looks of lust.

They kissed again and rolled back into another long lovemaking session punctuated with hard bites and scratches from both. By 4:00 am they were both bloody and exhausted but Jean remembered their agreement looked at her lover and asked, “So tell me your name now please, darling.” The reply she got wasn’t exactly what she had bargained for but then, after midnight nothing had been. Lover pulled her cloak down from the bedpost and placed it over the two of them tucking it carefully around them then looked deeply into Jeans eyes and said “now and forever… you can call me Master.” Jean frowned, then gave a wry smile back and said “I guess that makes me Renfield” and giggled. The Master said, “Well that’s better than my last lover, he turned out to be a Van Helsing.” They laughed, kissed once more, tightened their embrace and drifted off to blissful sleep, cheek to cheek, purring.

[sidra]

heh... Van Helsing... that was a good one.

[RedneckDiva]

Mmmm...such wonderfully yummy stories.....

Anyone else going to wander in and post something?

[sidra]

we're waaaaaiting...

[HIM]

I believe the one we are waiting on most is the one who started, or re-started, this thing... Tricia.

Tricia, Tricia... Oh Where the hell is Tricia.

I've poked at her twice now and no response... she must be really busy or without a PC somehow.

I'm going to get my handcuffs... we should not let her leave again.

Oh, and Don't Worry RD... I have several pairs of them; there's still handcuffs for you to play with too.

[HIM]

I got in contact with Tricia... she is coming!

No, not that way... the arriving kind... we can work on that kind after she gets here.