The Coven

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Lady Morgana
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Age at Death (and appearance forever): 19
Actual Age:unknown

At the age of fifteen Morgana was sent by her wealthy family to the convent to become a nun and save her parents the cost of giving up her dowry and provide them with the glory of a holy member of the Catholic church in their family. It was never her choice and she knew from the first signs of pubescent womanhood blooming on her child body that it was where she would end up. She had only one brother and two older sisters who had been married off well. But, the family wanted to remain in the circles and life they had become so accustomed to and another dowry and wedding could possibly curb their appetite for spending and entertaining, for great food and fine wine and even better clothing. Morgana had to be sacrificed for the good of her family.

She had a hard time in convent. It was in her nature to be curious and questing and she missed the fashions of the secular and the flirting and posturing of youths her own age when passing on the streets of town while she pretended to be coy and not notice how drawn all were to her pale skin, shining red locks, plump lips that instantly brought on sinful thoughts, and blue eyes so light and of such pure color as the sky that when she stared directly at anyone they usually froze instantly, feeling their heart leap in their chest....now she had to walk the streets covered from head to toe, making eye contact only with her own shoe's on the stones as she walked, or statues of dead saints, moving with the other novitiates in groups throughout the city, never allowed to venture out alone, always with prayers upon their lips and the only wine passing them was the blessed sip of sacrament at holy mass. Her life had become small and insular, comprised of many frightened holy pauper's bastards and the occasional other bitter young woman from another wealthy family sacrificed in God's name for the comfort of the rest. The nuns were hard on them as they were trained. Morgana's sharp wit and inquisitive nature often squashed with a beating, a whipping, an entire week on her knees in prayer... They had let her keep her hair but only so that they could constantly punish her with it, making her an example of the color of sin to the other novitiates, holding her up by it when a strand would dare make it'self visible from beneath her habit. Threatening her with the possible shaving of all of it if she dared take her rebelliousness too far...in order to buy their way into heaven Morgana's parents had sent her into her own personal hell.

She spent four years learning to be pious, or at least learning to pretend piety and to be as quiet and mournfully serious as was necessary to keep the lash of the whip and the grasp of the older nun's talons away from her body. She quietly communed creating her own relationship with God and the universe, learning to adapt to her life and seeing peace in the solitary world she'd been placed within. It was only when a raid on their city by enemy forces threatened the convent itself that the fire in Morgana was lit again. She thought up ways to booby-trap the convent and defend her sisters and her from the invading forces. It nearly worked, but she hadn't anticipated the enemy using fire in their arsenal of attack. The entire church burned to the ground and the convent, just next door, also lost a wing and it's main dormitories...Morgana and her closest friends were trapped in the burning inferno. With the cries of her burning sisters and the smell of their charred flesh in her nostrils, she jumped from the window onto the street below, hoping the fall would not kill her or cripple her too badly...

...she awoke, days after the fire, alone in the charred remains of the convent. She was lying in a bed with fresh linens. Her skin glowed alabaster, it was so soft, yet so...different. She could see her red curls spilling onto the pillow beside her head, glittering in the soft light of a lantern sitting on a bedside table. She worried about damage to her body from fire but felt and saw none, quite the contrary...she felt stronger than she had ever felt in her life. Then she saw HIM and even as she wondered what he'd done to her, a small part of her already suspected...

...Alvaross...a legend among her people. No one truly certain what he was but no one doubting he was certainly not human even if once he had been. The tales were told, he came out only at night. His skin glowed as if iridescent, his eyes, unnaturally green burning with some unnatural secret. He smiled a fanged smile at her as he entered the room. She had never believed the tales of Alvaross. She didn't believe in the undead. How could a child of God believe in such abomination? But, as she sat up in the bed she could see with her own eyes he was like no human she'd ever seen before. He would pass for one on the street, certainly, but...no, he was far too perfect.

It sent a chill through her as he smiled at her and she saw her own blood staining his teeth. He gently spooke to her, as if afraid even the sound of his voice would hurt her, his accent, old-fashioned and rich, his voice was soft and velvety, she was certain he could easily have charmed most people with his voice alone... He explained to her how she'd died from the fall, a broken neck, and how he fell in love with her beauty even as she lay broken on the flagstones and imagined she would make a lovely immortal one. He dove in before anyone had noticed her and he had scooped her up like a little broken bird from a nest and adored her beauty even as she died in his arms, felt the fire within her and knew he could save her. He had wanted a fledgling for some time now but no one ever seemed to have the right sort of spirit for it. But, he had read her thoughts and her heart as she plummeted toward the earth and he had decided in that split second he would have her as his own. He shared the dark gift with her just as her heart pounded out it's last beats...and she had accepted with a greed he'd never felt from no true woman of the cloth. He'd made her a vampire.

At first, Morgana hated him for having done this to her. She did not want to be immortal or a murderess. But, time heals all wounds and vampires have nothing but time to learn to ease most disagreements. Over the years he taught her the ways of his kind, the dangers of sunlight, the strength and speed that grows with time and experience, the necessity of the kill...some days she still hated what she had become but most days she simply took it for what it was. In death she could live the life she'd never been given the chance to live when she was alive and human...

Then, one morning he failed to arrive back at their sancutary as was his usual custom after a night of hunting...Then more nights and days passed. Alvaross was gone.

One morning, months after his dissappearance another young vampire female stumbled through the doors to their hideaway, she obviously had been told where to go to find help. She looked half starved and afraid...She was new. She explained how Alvaross had found her being beaten to death on a street...He had sensed her unique talents and made her a vampire as well but he told her he was being hunted. He had angered some wise vampires, the oldest there were. They were going to destroy him. He pressed a paper into her weakened hands it told her how to get to and find Lady Morgana. He promised she'd help this young one. Morgana didn't know what to say. She didn't want this responsibility, training a new vampire...and yet she could feel it already, had felt it for months...Alvaross was truly gone, dead. He'd been destroyed by those ancient ones and she'd never know why...


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Lady Morgana waits...

 

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OOC: Shyone68 will be playing our fledgling.

 

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Gabriella Henderson staggered along the roads,her body crying out in pain and hunger. Her eyes wildly looking around her,looking and seeking. The paper still clenched tightly in her small fist. The rattiness of her long hair and the torn and ragged clothes made her look crazed and homeless. She had lost track of all time,it had stood still for her since that night a week earlier. She stumbled and fell to her knees painfully.

Her memories crashed around her as she sat there on the deserted road,drawing her knees up to her chest and rocking back and forth. She let them come,her body trembled at the rememberance of that night.........


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She had just left her best friends house against her insistance she take the butler with her as an escort home. Gabriella declined laughing it off and insisting she would be fine. They had been planning her friends coming wedding and they had lost track of time. Gabriella bid her goodbyes and set off for the 5 block walk home,a walk she had done many times before. She stopped as a faint noise caught her ears as she passed the local tavern.

She noticed the to men watching her from the shadows,their faces betraying their thoughts. Gabriella hurried her pace and tried to put distance between them. She could hear their footfalls behind her,getting closer. Her heart skipped a beat as she began to run. Her cloak flowed out behind her and made the perfect snare for the hands to grab.

The yank of her cloak sent her sprawing backwards onto the ground,her head connecting with the stones. She saw stars dancing before her eyes and tried to climb to her feet. The men were upon her,their hands lifting her from the ground and yanking her cloak from her body. Their fetid breath met her nose and she gagged. The hands groped her young breasts and painfully squeezed them. She cried out and that got a sound slap across her face.

She tasted blood as her lip met her teeth,her hands clawing at her attackers,fighting desperately for her survival. She kicked and felt the connection of her foot and one mans groin. His shapr intake of breath and the hand that held her by the arm lessened. She took the chance and twisted free,her feet making small sounds as she fled down the alley. Stopping suddenly she cried out she had ran into a dead end.

"No...no..."she cried to herself turniong to face the approaching men. They were not happy now. She felt the first punch deeply in her stomach and then the following blows. She could feel bones break and feel blood flow from her body. She fell to the ground to be met now by well placed kicks.

She felt her body fading with each punch and kickthe men seemed to take pleasure from her pain. One even began to slide his hands along her abused body.She tried to voice her pleas but her voice was fading ,her eye sight going dark. She felt the rush of air as one by one the men were pulled from her. She felt the soft touch of another hand,she had no strength to resist or move. She could hear the soft spoken words of Alvaross.

He promised her she would soon be free of pain and her world would be set right once more. She remembered the flash of pain as he bit into her throat,then the rest grew hazy after that. She had awoken a day or so later and he had hastily shoved the note into her hand. He had no time to tell her what she had become,or what to do. He was gone soon after.

She had learned that rats could sustain her for a short time but the daylight had badly burned her the first time she walked into it. She moved by night and slept by day now. Her hunger grew but she could not feed form anyone,she suffered the vileness of the rats she could catch.

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Staggering back to her feet from the memories Gabriella moved on down the road finally coming to the large house she had the address to. She walked slowly to the large ornate doors and pulled on the bell chord.Her legs gave way and the darkness setin as she heard the door swing open. The darkness,hunger,and weakness pulled her down deeply she didnt feel the arms that caught her.

 

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Morgana listened as the girl told her tale. She held her as the servants all fluttered around to set up a station where Gabriella could be cleaned and she watched observantly as the maids set the frail vampire into the tub and scrubbed her until she positively glowed. She was quite lovely, thought Morgana... "Hester...could you have the men bring in that rapist we liberated from the prison this morning?" she asked her head maid who nodded, not daring to question her Mistress anymore.

All knew that strange things happened within the walls of the Alvaross household but those who served and never got too curious were handsomely rewarded and their families well cared for financially. Hester had no reason to question the order even though she had long suspected she knew what happened to the criminals brought to the house who dissappeared never to be seen or heard from again, usually on sunday nights as Lady Morgana preferred...

The man was bound and gagged and tied to a pillar in the main hall then the servants left the two fair ladies alone once more to talk.

Morgana took the girl's face in her hands and said calmly, in a voice like the tinkling of bells, "First you drink. Then you rest. We'll talk later."

This must be her first human meal. She could see hesitation in the young one's face as she realized she was expected to drink from the blood of the bound man before her but Morgana smoothed Gabriella's hair and cooed softly, "Do not worry, young one, he is a vile, pitiful excuse for a human. We in this coven don't drink from the good ones. We save our thirst for those who are criminals of the worst sort, savage killers and abusers, rapists, the ones even the humans throw away, tossed into a cell for the rest of his days...a waste when we could have him for sunday dinner, don't you think? I can see you are hungry, young one. Dig in and I will join you after your initial thirst is slaked.'' She watched the pretty young vampire and wondered if Aldaross had been in his right mind when creating her and sending her on to learn from Morgana. Morgana wasn't patient enough, she thought to herself, she would never be a good teacher to a fledgling.

The bound man's eyes looked like they might pop from his skull, he was so very terrified and Morgana simply smiled as she read her new protegee's thoughts, she apparently had been attacked, she didn't recall it but she had been raped. This man was indeed one of her attackers but Morgana only now made the connection as she watched his face and read his simple human mind. In his face was recognition when he looked into Gabriella's beautiful face. He knew he was getting retribution for his sins. He'd raped her as well as many others before he was caught. Now, one of the women he'd abused so foully was going to kill him. It was such poetic justice, so very wonderfully full-circle that Morgana nearly laughed at the fortunate coincidence. She did so despise how society, particularly men, abused their might in the lives of young ladies and she always loved to see a terrible man get some comeuppance.

Then, One of her first lessons suddenly came to the forefront of her memory and she added, ''Remember to stop drinking once the heart has stopped beating. Cold blood is not good for us. In small amounts it can make us quite ill, in large doses...it can change us for a long time, make us weak, I've heard some have even died as a result of eating too much dead flesh and blood...When the heart no longer beats we must pull out, no matter how thirsty we may still be." She then moved away, her graceful body in repose as she watched the fledgeling absorb all she'd been taught so far and use it to feed.

 

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Gabriella watched the bound man before her,a faint ligh of recognition flashed through her mind. She leaned her head to one side and studied his frightened features. It was the eyes,he had leered at her evilly as he had taken her violently. Yes..he had raped her and her sub-concious had blocked it out until this minute. She could hear Morgana's words as if in a tunnel as she stood and moved slowly towards the man.

Her hunger grew as she could hear the rush of blood through his veins,his heart pounding with his fright. Gabriella raised her deep emerald green eyes up to meethis,her eyes no longer the light pale green. They had become darker as her hunger grew almost going black. She raised one hand and touched his cheek. She felt the images of her own attack flooding through her as if she was the one looking back at her.

Alvaross must have felt her "gift",she could touch a person and actually see their memories when she chose too. She watched through his own memories as he and his friends defiled her,beating her almsot to death. She would have died if not for Alvaross,she opened her eyes and smiled at the man. Her fangs dropping down at the nearness of his beating heart. His plaintive cries falling on her ears. She was in the bloodlust now,she did not care any longer that she was going to feed from a human being.

With a soft cry she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him lower,her fangs breaking into the skin just below his ear,the faint pop a the vein gave way. She began to suck deeply drawing his life essence into her own ravaged and depleted body. She drank deeply,his struggles growing fainter until he resisted no more. A touch on her shoulder and a soft "STOP" from Morgana made her cease.

Gabriella raised her head and turned to look at Morgana and the crazed look slowly faded from her eyes. Gabriella staggered back slightly as the knowledge of what she had just did drifted over her. "I...I..'She stammered feeling her stomach roll with her nerves.

She fought back the urge to vomit and finally regained her compsure,turning she looked at Morgana. Her eyes once more emerald green,her cheeks rosy tinted from her feeding. Taking a deep breath she let it out before she sat back down."I'm sorry..I didnt have anywhere else to go. This man saved me and gave me this address then he was gone. I cant remember much more."She began talking then the words continued to fall freely.

"My name is Gabriella,i was on my way home when this all happened. My family must think the worst....."then she stopped when she saw the sad look she got from Morgana. Then it hit her her eyes misted and a lone blood tear slid down her cheek."I can't ever go home again..can I? I am dead to them,aren't I?"She whispered before bowing her head and letting the tears flow freely.

 

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Ivan Raminov
Age at death 24
Actual age unknown

It was a cold November night Ivan Raminov was tending to his horses on his families farm. When a Blond haired blue eyed woman ran into the barn where he was. The woman running into his arms pleading for Ivan's help. Ivan being the gentleman that he was could not turn away such a lovely woman.

Walking outside the barn door in to the cold November night air with his pitchfork in hand he looked around the barn. Upon his return into the barn he was attacked by three other woman. Swinging and stabbing with his pitchfork he was no match for there speed and strength. Before he knew it he was on his back the blond vampire flashed her fangs then lunged towards his neck. Kicking and screaming as the others rushed to hold him down feeling his life being drained from him by the strange female.

When he awoke Ivan was in a strange place surrounded by other vampires. The blond hair woman who turned him Ariana he later found out was leader of a coven, a dying coven that was in need of new blood necessary for its survival. Ariana raised Ivan teaching him how to survive in his new life that she given him.

Ivan was out one night hunting for his next feast a lovely redhead he had his eye on for a while now. He played a game of cat and mouse with her for months very smitten with her. Upon his return to his coven he found the place in ruin. The blood of the coven members covered the walls like a morbid red paint. This place was too dangerous for him to stay at now. He must fend for himself by himself with no coven to shelter him and protect him.

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Gabriella watched the bound man before her,a faint ligh of recognition flashed through her mind. She leaned her head to one side and studied his frightened features. It was the eyes,he had leered at her evilly as he had taken her violently. Yes..he had raped her and her sub-concious had blocked it out until this minute. She could hear Morgana's words as if in a tunnel as she stood and moved slowly towards the man.

Her hunger grew as she could hear the rush of blood through his veins,his heart pounding with his fright. Gabriella raised her deep emerald green eyes up to meethis,her eyes no longer the light pale green. They had become darker as her hunger grew almost going black. She raised one hand and touched his cheek. She felt the images of her own attack flooding through her as if she was the one looking back at her.

Alvaross must have felt her "gift",she could touch a person and actually see their memories when she chose too. She watched through his own memories as he and his friends defiled her,beating her almsot to death. She would have died if not for Alvaross,she opened her eyes and smiled at the man. Her fangs dropping down at the nearness of his beating heart. His plaintive cries falling on her ears. She was in the bloodlust now,she did not care any longer that she was going to feed from a human being.

With a soft cry she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him lower,her fangs breaking into the skin just below his ear,the faint pop a the vein gave way. She began to suck deeply drawing his life essence into her own ravaged and depleted body. She drank deeply,his struggles growing fainter until he resisted no more. A touch on her shoulder and a soft "STOP" from Morgana made her cease.

Gabriella raised her head and turned to look at Morgana and the crazed look slowly faded from her eyes. Gabriella staggered back slightly as the knowledge of what she had just did drifted over her. "I...I..'She stammered feeling her stomach roll with her nerves.

She fought back the urge to vomit and finally regained her compsure,turning she looked at Morgana. Her eyes once more emerald green,her cheeks rosy tinted from her feeding. Taking a deep breath she let it out before she sat back down."I'm sorry..I didnt have anywhere else to go. This man saved me and gave me this address then he was gone. I cant remember much more."She began talking then the words continued to fall freely.

"My name is Gabriella,i was on my way home when this all happened. My family must think the worst....."then she stopped when she saw the sad look she got from Morgana. Then it hit her her eyes misted and a lone blood tear slid down her cheek."I can't ever go home again..can I? I am dead to them,aren't I?"She whispered before bowing her head and letting the tears flow freely.

Morgana watched the girl feed proudly. She hadn't even spilt a drop of blood despite her thirst. Good girl. Morgana knew when she had been a fledgling her first few meals had been quite messy. As Gabriella took one side of him, she took the other, grabbing his bindings she let loose one arm so she could bite into his pulsing wrist, and drank only a little bit. It smelled too delicious to not have even a taste before it was all gone. She stopped and watched Gabriella feeding still and listened as his heart began to slow, slow, slow, skip...slower still...slower...She put a hand on the girl's shoulder and told her to stop. It was time to let go before the heart stopped completely.

Refreshed from her little drink and watching the palor already returning to the newly pale beauty's face, Morgana sat her down to talk. As Gabriella came to the conclusion about her family Morgana's heart went out to her, "I'm truly sorry,lovely one...If you were to visit your family now they would see how different you are and sense something amiss...They'd be frightened of you and they may even suspect what you've become. No good could possibly come of that. If you require it we could make sure you always know of important news in your family and financially, we can always keep them comfortable and secure, but only anonymously, dear. Your ties to your mortal life must be cut for the safety of those you've cared about in the past. I'm sorry."

 

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gabriella knew that Morgana spoke the truth,she did not want her family to have to go through such torment. She took a deep breath and felt much better,even her wounds and bruises were beginning to fade before her eyes. She turned to look at the other woman clearly for the first time. Her beauty took her breath away,her looks reminded her of a porcelain doll. Gabriella moved to stand and watched as servants came in and wordlessly removed the body.

"Do they know what we are?"She asked as they didnt evn look their way as if they had done this so often it was second nature. "What do i do now? Where do I go from here?"She asked Morgana softly as she looked around the room.

She felt as if she was floating in between two worlds afraid to let go of one for the newer one. She stopped and then turned slowly around. Her eyes stared as if she was somewhere else. Her 'Gift' of precognition kicking in. She turned her head as if she was following something or someone.

"He went to another house after attacking me.there is a child crying for its mother,he killed the mother."her voice soft and trembling."He left the child to starve,alone and cold. The house has a green trough in the front with pretty wildflowers in it."She said as the dead mans last image faded from her mind.

She staggered slightly and looked to Morgana,her chest heaving from the exertion. "I am sorry..that happens sometimes when I touch someone. I can see what they have seen,or I can feel anothers presence." Her voice dropped lower as she looked away from Morgana."My parents hated that and told me to never tell or show anyone what I could do. They said it was the work of the devil,I guess in some way they were right."

 

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Morgana held Gabriella, her cold, porcelain hands soft against the girl's skin, caressing her face as she examined her face more closely, staring into her eyes...she could feel the girl's emotions but not see what she saw, not the way she saw human's thoughts. "Ah, then I see why our dear Lord Aldaross has chosen you. He has a weakness for us redheads, true, but even more he likes it if we have gifts which benefit him. I can feel the emotions of others like us, especially when I touch them...and we all can hear human's in our presence, hear their thoughts...If you could do this even before you were taken and given the dark gift he must suspect immortality will only strengthen your powers."
"...You and I are like two halves of a very dangerous weapon, lovely one, and until now the one weilding it has always been Aldaross as the leader. Perhaps now we shall have to learn to fend for ourselves, to help each other. Not all blood-drinkers are kind, not all are friendly to each other...We do need to protect ourselves." she explained in calm, soothing tones, her hands, still caressing the young beauty, exploring her as far as the girl would be comfortable with. "Are you still tired? Or would you like a tour of the mansion?"

 

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Gabriella felt surprisingly comfortable with Morgana,her hands stroking her cheeks softly.Gabriella turned her head and almost nuzzled her hand,then stopped. She had never had another female touch her in this way and she was surprised her body reacted to it.She dared a soft kiss to the palm that cupped her cheek,waiting for a scolding.

"So I am to remain here..with you?"she asked softly as she raised her eyes to Morgana's. Her heart sounded loud even to her own ears. She let her eyes lower until they focused on Morgana's full lips and felt her own snake out to wetten her dry ones.

She moved slight away from the other woman and wrapped her arms around herself not sure why her body was reacting so,she had never been with a man and yet her she was reacting to the soft touch of a woman. She chewed on her bottom lip. "Why do I feel so odd right now. I feel as if I am on fire from the inside out."She whispered softly her voise a soft carress on the air around them.

 

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Morgana smiled and inched closer to the warmth of Gabriella, leading her by the hand throughout the house, then resting with her on a small settee before a fire in a room which was made up for guests who usually never existed. This could be Gabriella's room if she so desired. . "It's the blood. It warms us, sometimes it feels like it's burning, but you'll learn to enjoy the pain, to welcome the sensation because to us, it is the essence of life..."

She couldn't resist playing with Gabriella's hair and caressing her once more, this time from cheek down to her ribs..."You are so very beautiful, young one..." she whispered. "...do you know what secrets occur in the beds of novitiate dormitories late in the cold, dark night?" she asked, alluding to her own personal experiences with sexuality, in life her only bed partners had ever been women and girls her age. They lived in a world of their own, men were only figures on the pulpit, but in private, when no one else was looking and eyes closed in slumber, it was easiest to forgive oneself for the temptation to touch your neighbor, to kiss, to explore those feelings even the religious feel despite denying themselves any allowances to do anything about them...

Morgana sighed at the memory. Even these were bittersweet and sad. Nothin in her human existence had been very worth preserving and she had been certain her desire for women was only a result of her religious incarceration with so many of them. Once a vampire she had learned what love was like between a man and woman as well and had come to enjoy Alvaross's sexual games and appetites as well...And now he sent her this beautiful young thing, but a woman, and she was thinking she might be feeling a little wistful for a taste of her old days. The taste of some female nectar would be so sweet for a change..."You have no idea how tempting you are, even to females..." she said, letting the allusion hang in the air. Besides, if this girl was truly psychic she'd sense the attraction regardless of whether Morgana flaunted it or hid it, she thought to herself.

 

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Gabriella loved the room she had taken her into,it felt peaceful. She felt the fingers moving along her hair down her throat to her ribcage. the touch sending shivers through Gabriella. She looked into Morgana's eyes and could feel the passion flowing in her,blossoming like a flower. She lifted her own timid hand and touched her cheek softly. The touch caused Gabriella to take in a deep breath as images of Morgana and a man filled her head.

Their touches and whimpered sounds made her shift on the seatee.She felt Morgana writhe as the man touched her harden nipples,Gabriella moved her own hand downward and across Morgana's breast. She felt the small bud come to life under her touch. Gabriella felt her own body react with surges of heat flooding her between the legs.

"Morgana...I see a man touching you. A handosme man,one who seems powerful."She began as she moved her hand as she saw the man in her mind doing."he enjoyed touching you here."She said as she rubbed her palm across her nipples feeling them react under her hand.

"He also touched you here."She said as she slid her other hand up along her thigh underneath her gown. the touch of skin under Gabriellas hand made her feel like she was touching fire."His lips touching yours."

Gabriella leaned closer her lips brushing across Morgana's lightly,her tongue snaking out to caress each one gently. Then she deepened the kiss her tongue pressing past her lips to tangle with her tongue. Gabriella gasped at the pleasure she felt and then pulled away afraid she had been too forward with her description.

 

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“Morgana must surely think me destroyed,” thought Lord Alvaross to himself, “even if Gabriella has found her and delivered my message.”

He had taken refuge in the intersecting network of caves that lie beneath and within the Appalachian Mountains. Their complex intricacies allowed him to avoid humans and, more so, the self-appointed council of vampires who wished to destroy him. It was they who drove him from Morgana, they who sought to take dominion over the rest of their kind, over a people who should remain free.

Alvaross had opposed them at that first meeting, averring the antipathy of their demands to all vampires, and then left, declaring their dicta devoid of power. But they began to consolidate their hold on the realm of night, betraying their opponents to the living so that the living could do their dirty work. One by one, the free fell, and Alvaross was among the last of them. The council had to be stopped, but whenever he appeared he was exposed by these old ones’ minions.

In the caves he could stay alive, finding the occasional lone spelunker on whom to feed, but there was still no rest for him. He must build an adequate counter to the council so as to preserve his kinds’ freedom. Gabriella was his first recruit, and he sent her on to Lady Morgana to learn, to answer to Morgana in order to learn how to answer to herself, for it would only be those who needed and took no orders who could challenge the usurpers.

He wrote the message in Gabriella’s own blood, hoping it would not fade before she found Morgana, asking Morgana to take her in and teach her self-reliance. The new girl would need to submit herself to another, fully and freely, before she could rule herself, and this was the difficult part. It was far too easy for one to accept submission as and end in itself; easy to take no responsibility for one’s self, and it was equally easy to fall into the trap of ruling, of indulging one’s self at the expense of another. That is the course the council took, and his message cautioned Morgana against it.

He told her also that she should not give him up for dust until she could confirm it herself; the council would announce his demise to discourage all others who held back from their rule, but it would always be a lie. He told her also that he would contact her as ever he could, as with this poor young girl, untimely ripped from mortal life by mortal megalomaniacs, or in other ways. He would try to see her in person, to eat again and love again with her, but safety must come first, both his and hers. If the council knew she was his partner, they would offer her up to the mortals for destruction.

Alvaross'sthoughts were disrupted by human voices resounding through the cave; it was time to move on.

 

[slippedhalo]

Gabriella loved the room she had taken her into,it felt peaceful. She felt the fingers moving along her hair down her throat to her ribcage. the touch sending shivers through Gabriella. She looked into Morgana's eyes and could feel the passion flowing in her,blossoming like a flower. She lifted her own timid hand and touched her cheek softly. The touch caused Gabriella to take in a deep breath as images of Morgana and a man filled her head.

Their touches and whimpered sounds made her shift on the seatee.She felt Morgana writhe as the man touched her harden nipples,Gabriella moved her own hand downward and across Morgana's breast. She felt the small bud come to life under her touch. Gabriella felt her own body react with surges of heat flooding her between the legs.

"Morgana...I see a man touching you. A handosme man,one who seems powerful."She began as she moved her hand as she saw the man in her mind doing."he enjoyed touching you here."She said as she rubbed her palm across her nipples feeling them react under her hand.

"He also touched you here."She said as she slid her other hand up along her thigh underneath her gown. the touch of skin under Gabriellas hand made her feel like she was touching fire."His lips touching yours."

Gabriella leaned closer her lips brushing across Morgana's lightly,her tongue snaking out to caress each one gently. Then she deepened the kiss her tongue pressing past her lips to tangle with her tongue. Gabriella gasped at the pleasure she felt and then pulled away afraid she had been too forward with her description.

Morgana gasped softly at the bold touch of this newcomer...It was a feminine mirroring of the man she missed sorely, her creator and lover, Alvaross...But, it was more tender, different, when this girl did these things, it did indeed remind her of her very first experimentations with passion back when she was just a young lady in her teens with the other novitiates..."Gabriella...yes...that is a memory you see. Lord Alvaross, he taught me many things about being a vampire but also about myself as a woman. He taught me the things I had feared were sinful thoughts I'd had so often in life were really just natural urges and safe to be followed through with one I cared about or felt comfortable with...as I said earlier...even the young ladies in the convent come to some sort of pleasure in the night when gien no other opportunities..." She leans in and kisses Gabriella passionately, her lonlines shining through as she is able to coax the other woman's mouth to accept her tongue and massage her's in turn...Once they stop kissing and Gabriella stares into her eyes with awed wonder Morgana was able to smile and add, "...even I...had female lovers before Alvaross ever taught me how men and women make love."

 

[Nightfreak]

Ivan ran only to stop to rest during the day in a crypt or a abandoned tunnel . Wanting to put as much earth between him and his old coven afraid that whatever killed them my be after him. Stopping every once in a while his keen scenes would tell him if there was a coven there or not if there was he would push on if there was not he would stay and eat when given the chance.


Running for what seemed to be months finally Ivan came to a old cemetery. It was long since forgotten, the grasses grown higher than the grave markers the few crypts there was covered with vines and other brush. As he lurked around that night he feel the presence of other vampires. Too few to be a large coven he decided to take his chances and hang around for a few days to rest.

As he walked threw the high grass he found a crypt a modest size one big enough to sleep in and far enough away to not be noticed. Judging by the state of this cemetery he had nothing to worry about. Ivan knew that he had to cautious if the vampires he sensed found him he knew death would be one of many horrible out comes for him. Ivan recalled alot of Arianna's teachings about vampires he quickly realized that finding a coven that would take him in would be almost impossible. That morning he decided to stay put for while till he was noticed then move on if it was not too late.

 

[Shyone68]

Gabriella felt the shock run through her at their kiss,the firmness yet gentleness of their dancing tongues. She looked at Morgana after the kiss and blushed at her confession of a femlae lover first before a male. Gabriella moved slightly on the seat and closer to Mrogana. Her hand reached out and touched her hair lightly,the silken stands curling around her fingers.

"I have never been with either,male or female."She whispered as she felt the heat flood her cheeks ay her innocent reply. She let her hand move to touch Morgana's shoulder then her cheek as if exploring like a blind sculpture.

She let her eyes wande of the other womans sensual beauty and felt something shift in her chest. She lowered her hand and let it cup one of ther breasts lightly through her gown. She could feel the stirring of the peak under her palm. Gabriella leaned closer and let her tongue brush over the delicate neck visible to her. Her own moan surprised her ears as she tasted the sweetness of her skin.

Gabriella closed her eyes and as if someone had taken her hand moved it harder against the peak. She could see anothers hand in its place in her mind,she could hear the reaction it drew from Morgan's throat. Gabriella shook her head chasing the memories away wanting to make her own. She slowly hooked her fingers underneath the low bodice of the dress and pulled it low,exposing the perfect breasts to her eyes. She leaned forward and slid her tongue slowly and softly across the nub. She could feel Morgana's intake of breath and then pulled the small nub between her teeth and nibbled gently.

 

[slippedhalo]

Morgana had not been expecting this fledgling to be so very attractive to her, nor for the fledgling to find her as attractive as well. But, this was a new phenomenon to her...meeting a sister in the dark gift this way. Perhaps, the magnetic pull they felt toward one another had something to do with the blood they shared, the cursed blood which made them the same, Alvaross's...In essence, he would be their father and they...sisters, in a strictly non-biological but more bloodline related sort of way. Perhaps, it was this shared vitality in death through the same source which inexorably linked them like the attraction of two very strong magnets...For, Morgana felt a need to be touched by Gabriella and to touch her as well...and she knew the girl wanted the same from her as well. Yet, even just an hour ago these two beautiful creatures had been nothing but strangers to one another. Now, they undressed one another as if opening expensive and rare birthday gifts, admiring and relishing each other's bodies in a way no two women ever truly adored one another before. There was a mutual longing which was indescribable with actual words and which they found they could only begin to express to each other with their mouths, tongues, fingers, and flesh...The settee, a place so often of mere momentary respite between destinations in the grand manor, had now become a place to consumate a new sort of union...

Morgana dared not correct Gabriella in her admission that niether man nor woman had touched her sexually...She knew the girl was wont to conveniently forget about the horror of the moments just before her life slipped away...She understood the differentiation as well. There was no permission given there. It was no act of love or even of lust committed that night and therefore it should remain moot and unspoken of as if it had never happened. So, Morgana let it slip from her mind, focusing instead on teaching her young pupil the joys of the female union of flesh before any continuance of learning to be a vampire could go on. After all, blood wasn't the only thing she was thirsting after this night...

 

[Shyone68]

Gabriella looked across the white silken globes in front of her and rolled them inher hands.This time her hands moving were her own. She felt the firm smoothness as she rubbed across them gently,smiling at the small gasps that came from organa's lips. She leaned forward to once more take one swollen nub intoher mouth,this time all on her own. She heard her own moan escape as she tasted the sweetness of the offered peaks.

She moved slightly until she was leaning into Morgana and they were in a more reclined position on the seatee. Gabriella pulled the bodice lower and placed small kissed across the taunt belly. She let het tongue swirl around the small belly button feeling the teitching of the stomach muscles. Gabriella raised her eyes to Morganas and gave her a sultry smile and look. Reaching aorund behind Morgana she undid the many buttons holding her gown all the way on. Then pulled the gown completely down her body exposing Morgana's body to her eyes.

She started looking from her small feet ,up her toned legs to halt for several minutes at the triangle nestled at her hips. Gabriella let her hand slide slowly down and across the soft downy covering,her finger tip barely brushing inside the hidden package. She felt Morgan jerk under her hand and raised her eyes up afraid she had done something wrong.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Out of the caves depths now, and into the night, strengthened by the blood of a lost maiden spelunker and emboldened by the familiarity of the terrain, Alvaross resolved to make his way back to Morgana and, if all had gone well, Gabriella. He flitted effortlessly over the hills, darting among the trees to keep himself from discovery; he knew the council sought him, and he would not give them the satisfaction of the view nor the kill to which it might lead. Almost there, but the edge of dawn approached, and he sought refuge in the unmarked catacombs that surrounded his home, biding his time for one more night to ensure his safety and the safety of his coven.

At next set of sun he stealthily approached his lair, gaining entrance through pathways and passageways known only to himself; no disclosure of his presence would he make until he was sure all was well.

And it was, indeed, well. He came upon Morgana and easily saw that Gabriella had found her, and had found her more fully than he had even hoped. He delighted in their attention to each others’ needs and desires, and held himself back, to take pleasure from their pleasures as he reflected on the pleasures he had shared with Morgana before he went into hiding.

 

[slippedhalo]

Gabriella looked across the white silken globes in front of her and rolled them inher hands.This time her hands moving were her own. She felt the firm smoothness as she rubbed across them gently,smiling at the small gasps that came from organa's lips. She leaned forward to once more take one swollen nub intoher mouth,this time all on her own. She heard her own moan escape as she tasted the sweetness of the offered peaks.

She moved slightly until she was leaning into Morgana and they were in a more reclined position on the seatee. Gabriella pulled the bodice lower and placed small kissed across the taunt belly. She let het tongue swirl around the small belly button feeling the teitching of the stomach muscles. Gabriella raised her eyes to Morganas and gave her a sultry smile and look. Reaching aorund behind Morgana she undid the many buttons holding her gown all the way on. Then pulled the gown completely down her body exposing Morgana's body to her eyes.

She started looking from her small feet ,up her toned legs to halt for several minutes at the triangle nestled at her hips. Gabriella let her hand slide slowly down and across the soft downy covering,her finger tip barely brushing inside the hidden package. She felt Morgan jerk under her hand and raised her eyes up afraid she had done something wrong.

Morgana gasped as Gabriella saught her hidden treasures so deftly, as if she'd been born for her alone, made into the perfect female lover for her. She smiled down at Gabriella's worry and shook her head, "Don't stop,dearest...I need this as much as you do."

 

[Shyone68]

Gabriella slowly moved her body down along Morgana's until she was almost lying off the seatee to rest between her thighs. She shyly flicked out her tongue to trace the outer folds of her hidden treasure,the sweetness that had seeped out touched her tongue and brought a sigh from Gabriella's lips. She moved her tongue further in to trail down the valley until she could feel the swelling nub just below her tongue. She flicked her tongue across it before sliding it inside slightly to taste her inner nectar.

"You tatse so sweet."Gabriella whispered letting her breath brush across Morgana's slit. Gabriella stopped and raied her head.

Looking up at Morgana she seemed to zone out slightly before her eyes returned to the bright gems. She shook her head and smiled up at Morgana. Her precog intuition kicking in. "Hes coming."She whispered softly. "He comes home."

Gabriella didnt realise of course the Alvaross had already arrived and was closer than they knew. She returned to her exploration of Morgana as if she had not spoke a single word. She sometimes forgot her images as quickly as they had manifested themselve. Her tongue dug deeper faster into the pool of sweetness that now flowed to meet her tongue.

 

[slippedhalo]

Morgana moaned softly as Gabriella began her explorations with her tongue, her natural instincts as good as any trained whore as she slowly drew out Morgana's deepest pleasures, licking and sucking at that tender pearl hidden within her cleft...She could sense his return too and her joy of his safe return was muddled with confusion over how he'd survived, and why he hadn't returned sooner...and soon it was difficult to hold onto her aggitation because Gabriella had her writhing and moaning in ecstasy. Oh, it had been so very long since she'd had a woman's touch!
Her mind called out to their maker, feelinghim close by, sensing he was pleased...She wondered if he felt them together or if he was even closer than that...