From Dusk Till Dawn

[The_high_king]

This is a thread based on the movie. Maybe you've seen it, maybe you've never seen it. Perhaps you never even heard of such a thing. So, if you've never seen it, heres some useful info that is... useful:

Somewhere in Mexico, there is bar in the middle of no where. Its called the 'Titty Twister', and its open from dusk till dawn. Its a place where truckers and motorcyclists can meet and mingle. Its got the best beer, food, and live nude dancing girls in Mexico. Strangely enough, very few people have ever come back out. Sure its sounds like a great place, but I wouldn't go there. Cause once the truckers and bikers have had their fill of food and excitement, the vampires come out and play. They slaughter and feed on every trucker and biker in sight. Creating even more of these minions of hell. Practically everyone who works there is a vampire.
I should know, I was a witness. How I survived in that god-forsaken place is beyond me. These aren't those regular vampires that you see in movies like Dracula or Nosferatu. Sure these vampires look human at first, but when the times right, they change into these hideous, demonic, deformed, monsters of death.
It seems like they can only be killed in a few ways. You can drive anything made from wood into their heart. You can use holy water. Hitting them with anything that resembles a cross. Garlic works for warding, but it won't kill them. I also remember blessed objects can kill a vampire, like a few prayers thrown towards shot gun shells for example. Oh yeah, sunlight, I musn't forget the sunlight. Anyways, all I know is that I'm never going back to that hell hole ever again.
-a witness

So there you have it. That should clear a few things up to you folk. Here are the rules:
1) You make a noise, Mr. 44 makes noise. You ask a question, Mr. 44 answers it.
2) Don't run. Cause I've got six little friends, and they can all run faster than you can.
3) New characters welcome, so please try to stay away from old characters.
4)Stay fair. If you want to be a vampire, then ask permission before biting any players.
5) If your new, ignore rules 1 and 2. Those were just for bringing back old memories.
6) Please enjoy your stay, and remember. We're open from dusk till dawn.

 

[The_high_king]

Forte Dodder

ooc: one more thing. Please try NOT too do anything to far off. Like shark people with lazers attached to their head, or matrixy things, like a double backflip or something, or werewolves who fear nothing and kill off every vampire in sight in a matter of seconds. This rule goes for me too.

ic: I was a hitman... with engine trouble. It was just a few more miles too mexico and I would be home free. No more mafia, no more triads, no more columbians, no more gangstas, and no more demonic cults. Just the land of tacos and beans. Instead here I was, pushing my motorcycle towards the gas station no more than ten or so metres away. I knew I should have bought extra gas. Instead, here I was, sweat pouring down my face, the hot sun practically melting the sun screen off of me, with a group of angry crime syndicates on my tale. "This fucking sucks", I thought to myself.
Finally, I got the motorcycle on the gas station ground. With no help from that mean old bastard of a station manager, who just sat there watching, and smiling the whole time.

 

[The_high_king]

Forte Dodder

ooc: could this mean that nobody is interested in this thread?

ic: I gased up my bike, and payed the man. I went into the station to get a candy bar, and something to cool me down in this frying pan heat. Glancing at thier selection of edible products, I brought a cheap road map, a bag of chips, and a decent looking bottle of water. I payed the suspicious looking clerk then left this so called establishment known as, "Uncle Bob's Gas". I hopped onto my bike, and took off like a lion after prey.

 

[The_high_king]

Forte Dodder

ooc: Is it my fault? Is it because I'm using Forte again? Is it because I have "reputation"? Did I piss off any dusk till dawn fans by writing something wrong? Does my thread suck or something? Why won't anyone join? Did I say something wrong?

ic: Finally, I made it to the meeting place just beyond the mexican border. The border check could be dimly seen just beyond the horizon line. To the side was a van, and leaning against it was my contact, Manuel. I parked my bike right behind his big blue metal beast of a van.
He looked at me suspiciously as I approached him in a calm manner. I uttered the words, "I'm here to join a circus", and then Manuel instantly smiled. We shook hands, then did a quick friendly hug. The words I mentioned were my "passport" into Mexico.
"Hey, you must be Forte. Your late, I was about to leave", he said, with a big grin. "Sorry Manuel. I had to stop for a quick whizz. So hows the big guy? Does he have everything set up?", I asked. "Hes got everything according to plan. All you have to remember is the thirty percent. No negotiation about it mi amigo. The boss dosn't like to be fucked with", he said, as he opened the back doors to the van, and pulled out a ramp. I nodded, then pushed my motorcycle up the ramp, and into the van. The van had more than enough space. It was nice and roomy.
I went to the front, then buckled up. Manuel gave me a hat, and a fake beard. In the hat was a nicely made passport. I pocketed the passport, then wore the hat and beard. Manuel started the engine, then said, "don't worry mi amigo. We'll get there before it gets dark".

 

[The_high_king]

Forte Dodder

We got pass the border with no problem at all. We played it cool, in fact, we should have won a fucking academy award for for acting that cool. My fake beard stayed in its place the whole time. So far so good.
Manuel drove me too the side of the road with a local bar about a mile away, and gave further instructions. Lighting up a cigar, he said, "okay, this is the place. My boss while meet you here at dawn, okay? See that bar over there? Its called the "Titty Twister". My boss will meet you there". I got out of the van, and looked back at Manuel, and asked, "aren't you coming?". He though for awhile, then nodded, and replied, "ehh, its not like have anymore errands to run. Sure, I guess a quick drink would be nice". He then stepped out of the van, and locked the door. My motorcycle still in the back.
The "Titty Twister" was quite a place. From the outside I could see tons of truckers and motorcyclists, drinking, and doing laps around the parking lot on their bikes, while yelling in glee. I smiled, "now this is my kind of place", I thought to myself.

 

[The_high_king]

Forte Dodder

The man at the front was shouting about pussy this and pussy that. Then it hit me, this was a nightclub, not just a bar. I guess I looked different from the rest when the shouting man put his hand on me, telling me I couldn't go in. I didn't like people putting their hands on me. Especially loudmouthed wailers who had nothing better to do than to yell pussy all day. I grabbed his wrist, then twisted it, and gave him a solid wallop to the face. He hit the ground like a sack of potatoes.
I opened the doors to the club. The mexican band was blaring music, they weren't half bad. Semi-nude girls could be seen dancing for the patrons. Some didn't mind being groped. Manuel followed me in. It was a loud, rowdy, dangerous, yet fun looking atmosphere. The first thing me and Manuel did was hit the bar.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Lana De'louge

In the 3,000 years she's been alive, nothing was so intoxicating as the life she had created here at "Titty Twister". Night after night, men and women were lured here to their deaths. Some becoming nothing more than a memory and a partner to a full stomach and some joining my ranks, becoming as we are. Vampyre. Some laugh until the chilling reality is shoved into their faces as death stares down at them with a twisted grin of pleasure. They doubt, laugh and snicker, pushing us aside as a joke or a children's fable, but not anymore. We are moving up in the world, we are populating and creating more and more each passing night... Soon all will be my family, or they will be my dinner..

I stood at the curtains, waiting for my cue, the anticipation making me grin and shiver as the thoughts of crimson rivlets filling my mouth, my soul took hold in my mind.
"Soon." My mind spoke up.
It was enough, all I needed to aid me in my seductive dance, the dance of death as so many began to call it.
"And now, the ever lovely, tallented Laaaaaaaaaana!"
The red velvet curtains parted, the old grating sounds began to fill the room as the speakers belched out the music I would begin to sway to.
Stepping out, the first thing they would see was my bare feet, red painted toes, adorned with gold and ruby rings and anklettes. Next a long slender, well tanned leg appears, My gipsy heritage shining through. The veils cascading over my form hid very little, but the red thong and skimpy top kept them panting as a round perfect ass appeared. The light moved higher, revealing the twin leg, thigh, whole ass and slim back. The long black hair was seen just before i turned my face and peered over my shoulder. A secretive, seductive smile painted on my full lips, My arms came out away from my body, softly rolling to the beat as my hips began to sway.
Belly dancing, slow seductive, grinding as the music began to climb. I turned and faced the crowd, but I did not see people, I saw my dinner. Awaiting my feeding frenzy. In the back, beyond the light of the stage, in the darkest recesses they shut the double doors and bolted them shut, the guards moving to stand before the portal, the way to freedom.
I stepped out onto the stage, slowly moving, my bare midriff showing the ruby placed inside my belly button. All eyes, male and female alike were staring at me. It was what they were supposed to do, the allure of me, the music, the foggy feeling. All of it was just a nice wrapping on a terrible, haunting gift.
Rolling my hips, swaying to the beat, I held many in a trance like state, and as the music began to climax, I moved quicker, hips thrusting to suggest a sexual dance. I came down the stairs, stopping and rolling, writhing in the faces of many, pushing my ass into one guy's lap before moving off to another.
Straddling a cowboy, the last few seconds of the music was coming. I gripped him to me, my eyes dazed, sexual looking, bedroom eyes. I licked my lips, smiling as I began to 'ride' his lap wildly, bending over backwards, thrusting my tits into the air and my crotch tightly against him.
I rode harder and faster, until it all stopped in a blink of an eye. Music, the movements, I sat upright on the last hard hitting note and grinned.
"Welcome to the Titty Twister." I planted a kiss on the cowboy's lips and climbed off of his lap. The applause was deafening as I moved off into that inky blackness and back stage.
Feeding time didn't come until later, for now I'd leave them panting for more.
As I walked back I called out an order, "barer! I want them to see more flesh!" Slamming my door shut I walked over to my lounge chair and sat back. The music still hummed through my body, the dance still in me, the hunger growing.


ooc: hope this is the kind of intro you wanted? And it works?

 

[The_high_king]

Forte Dodder

ooc: oh, trust me. It definitly WORKS.

ic: My jaw dropped, and I stood there stunned. Like a deer caught in front of headlights. My shot glass fell to the floor, but I didn't care. No one cared, as they were all too busy enjoying the amazing dance performed by the prettiest lady I saw all night. Manuel was still pouring his liqour into his shotglass. Not aware that the liqour was still pouring into his glass, and creating a small waterfall off the side of the bar table.
When the show ended, we all clapped. I yelled, "now thats what I call a fucking show". Everyone cheered, whistled, and clapped. Manuel soon realized that he had poured the entire bottle of liquor into his shot glass, the table, and the floor. Before he could apologize, the bartender simply said, "don't worry about it. Happens all the time", then he took the empty bottle, and winked.

 

[The_high_king]

Manuel

ooc: I give you permission to bite him... later.

ic: "Holy fuck!!!", I said without thinking. "Man, now thats what I call hot", I added. Forte simply smiled and said, "why don't you got talk to her then?".
"You mean it?"
"Yeah, sure Manuel. Just go talk to her, what? You shy or something?"
"No! Shes hot and everything, but how will she react if I just came up to her all of a sudden?"
"I knew it Manuel, your shy"
"N-no! You know what... fine. I'm just going to talk to her, and maybe get an autograph or something. But thats it".
"Good, good. Now we're getting somewhere. Now go, go before she goes on again or leaves or whatever"
"Okay, fine. I'm going"
"Tell what it was like Manuel "
"Shut up Forte"
Then I left, and went towards the backstage area. The bouncers back there were mighty friendly when I told them I told them I just wanted to meet her. Then I got to her door. I took a deep breath, counted to three, then knocked. I had more butterflies in my stomach then a farm of cacoons.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Lana

Rising from the lounge chair, I slowly moved towards the door, my body floating almost as I moved. The seductive sway of my hips was natural, and no one was around to witness it. Damned shame.
Sniffing a little, I picked up his scent. A human was knocking on my door? A very common thing, He must have seen me dance and wanted a private showing?
I would ponder this, perhaps once I talked to the mortal?
Opening the door, I smiled, "Good evening, can I help you?"

 

[The_high_king]

Forte/Manuel

Manuel

"Don't panic, don't stutter, don't panic, don't stutter", were the words that floated through my head. I wiped the sweat off my forehead with my backhand, and tried my best to speak carefully. "H-hi, I saw you dance, and umm... I was just wondering if I could stalk- I mean talk to you. A-actually, umm... I don't really know how to say this. Your a great dancer, and I was wondering if umm... I uh... I'm sorry, I uh... I really don't know what to say, uh... I um, I have to go, I'm sorry for wasteing your time like this... I gotta go". As I turned around, I felt like slapping myself. Here I was, with the most beautiful dancer in club, and I screw up completely. Forte was right, I guess I was a chicken.

Forte

I sat there, and chugged down another shot glass, while chatting with the club patrons. Looking up, I thought I saw some very sharp teeth on the dancer. I shook my head of the thought, and decided maybe I've have a bit too much too drink. With that, I put down the bottle, and decided to just chat with the patrons instead.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Lana

Smiling I watched him go, scurrying back into the main den of sinners. Poor guy, I would pay him extra attention when the next show started.
I wandered around and listened to the various music as each stripper took her pose on the stage and began her act.
Perhaps I would shed more this time, give them something to really see?
I laughed softly with the thoughts of gaped mouth humans staring at me in fascination. If they only knew. once they seen me change into the hiddeous beast they wouldnt find me beautiful then.

 

[The_high_king]

Forte/Manuel

Manuel

I closed my eyes, stopped moving, and turned around. If I didn't talk to her now, then I'll probably never get a chance to talk to her again. Psyching myself up, I walked straight back to her. I cleared my throat, and spoke to her more confidently this time. "Excuse me miss. I couldn't help but notice how well you dance, and I was wondering if I could get an autograph, or something. And I also just wanted to meet you in person", I said. Oh yeah, I was re-collected, and cool. However, I grew more nervous as I awaited a reply.

Forte

I was talking to this guy who said he was in Nam... still talking... damn, this guy talks a lot. I wondered how Manuel was doing.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Lana

"Sure handsome, come on in." I moved to the side of the doorway and bid him entry.
"Where would you like it signed?" I flashed him an alluring smile and picked up my pen. Inside, the red ink, my blood. My little bit of satire.
"And your name hun, so that I may personalize this?"

 

[BLACK BART]

Trevain

I stood quietly in the shadows and admired her. Admired her in the way that lovers do, knowing her intimately in mind and in body...Lana was my life...my love, my lady and my lover of a thousand years. We never tired of each other, immortality had served one purpose it seemed. Eternal bliss for the flesh and the mind, each time we joined.

But pardon me. I rant and rave. I am called Trevain by all, by my one and closest, simply "Vain"

It was a sarcastic and endearing name. I drew no attention to me deliberately, but fancied myself a gentle creature...Til aroused or hungry....But then again when I was awake I was always aroused...or hungry...or both.

I am but a young stripling compared to Lana, she is my elder by over 400 years...And for the past 1200 we have been together. Lana prefers the limelight...and yes I said that carefully, Limelight...Not sunlight. But that is obvious. I prefer the shadows, content to watch her work her "web" and draw the unsuspecting prey in.

Myself, I enjoy the terror on thier faces as I sink my teeth into them...and anything else Lana will let me on some...

But again I rave..It is so impossible to get an audience to sit still, when you are draining the blood from them...

I moved to the bar and a stool, nodding and accepting a glass of the houses "Red Wine"...a fresh year, but a good one, I could smell.

A young man entered Lana's room, would she let him leave as quickly? She had a penchant for playing with her food sometimes. Myself, I dined quickly...

The talk at the bar was boring...Boring enough to kill a person? That made me smile and I flashed a fang, then covered...No, not that boring...We "vampyres" were the ones who would kill you...and often did.

I leaned over the polished surface, my long black hair falling over my face and eyes, obscuring the blue orbs in the pale face.

It looked to be an interesting time...

 

[The_high_king]

Manuel/Forte

Manuel

Yes, it was an interesting time indeed. She let me into a her room, and she asked for my name. I smiled and said, "you can sign it on the back of this clubs card. So I can remember you when I come back here sometime. And my name is Manuel". I smiled, and smiled, I bet everyone was smiling right now, except for the drunks who were probably hunched over a table somewhere. I wished that there was more I could ask of her... perhaps there was. I cleared my throat and said, "by the way, do you give *ahem* lap dances by any chance?". This question would either make me a lucky man, or give me a bloody nose.

Forte

Time passed, and no sign of Manuel. The lucky bastard was probably getting a lap dance by now. I sat down to a game of friendly poker at a nearby table.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Lana

I smiled at his nervous behavior, he was trying to be so sweet.
"Yes, I do give private shows." I smiled softly, taking the card and signing it.

"Never forget the Titty Twister Manuel, Lana"

I handed it back to him and put my pen down. "Anything else I can do your for Manuel?" Was he playing with fire unknowingly? Yes. I kept my face passive, my manners sweet and nice, for a place like this anyways.

'Vain always said I was a little soft for playing with my food.

 

[The_high_king]

Manuel/Forte

Manuel

I fumbled with my cash, "h-how much is a lap dance. will five-hundred bucks be enough?", I asked. I was looking forward to this. Not exactly a lady that I could turn down for lap dance. Maybe she'd even... nah, I lap dance will suffice.

Forte

... I'm not that happy. Enjoying myself yes, that happy no. I was still playing poker with these half-drunk losers.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Lana

Smiling I grabbed him by his shirt and turned, "Follow me Manuel." I led him out of my room and down the hall towards the side of the bar. My favorite room was available, I couldn't wait to torment this one.
I spoke nothing more of money, it was a cold dealing in my mind to mention it. Perhaps when it was over he would know the value of what he paid for. Though would he pay in cash or blood? I had yet to decide.
The room itself was nearly dark. The walls black, the carpet deep blood red as was the furnishings. A few chairs, a bed and some straps on the wall for restraining someone. I pushed aside the dark heavy brocade curtains and brought him inside with me.
As if on cue the music started, an endlessly looped 'grind' tune.
"Be seated." I motioned to the chair and stood before him. My eyes could clearly see him in the darkened room, I could smell his excitement as well.
The dim red lights came on as the music was mysteriously cranked up louder. One by one I pulled off the scarfs I had been wearing. From around my waist, the few that draped down my legs fell with it. Unwinding the few from around my neck and under my arms, layer by layer shed as I stood in the black thong and tiny leather black bra.
He sat watching my movements, his eyes never leaving my body as I began to sway and dance over to him. Taking time to turn around and roll my hips before I stood before him.
"Do you like what you see dear Manuel?" I asked.

 

[The_high_king]

Manuel/Forte

Manuel

"I love what I see", I replied. I was more excited then a caveman on viagra. A very visible "tent" could be seen, trying to get free of the confines of my pants. Not a second went by, that I took my eyes off her. She was all that was beautiful. Sure the chains on the wall were a bit kinky, but all that mattered now was her.

Forte

"Ha! Fullhouse! I win", yelled one the players. I guess I had a bad hand that time. I hoped my second hand be better than before.

 

[BLACK BART]

Trevain

Time passed as I watched the guests within the building and once again I wondered what I was doing this far from my homelands. Centuries had passed and still Lana hadn't hinted at her desire to return, but I would wait, I had the lifetime of a vampire to do it in.

Hunger pulled at my veins, reminding me it was time I found a source of refreshment of my own. Refreshment and perhaps a small amount of entertainment as well, as Lana was certainly enjoying now...

 

[The_high_king]

ooc: I'm guessing Sweetp4u is busy. I guess we'll have to wait and see what pops up.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Lana

Smiling, I moved over his lap, my hands trailing along his chest before threading into his hair and tugging his head back. My eyes meeting his I purred out, "Be a good boy and remember the rules. No touching unless bidden to do so.." I smiled, my tongue snaking out and licking his bottom lip before I let go of my gentle hold on him.
Kneeling over his lap I moved to the music, my body brushing his softly here and there. Wasn't long before I turned around and pressed my ass into his groin, my hands reaching behind me and unhooking the black top. Slowly I let it fall open, my eyes peeking over my shoulder at him as I let the straps fall down to my bent arms. Still grinding on him, I smiled and winked just before I tossed the bra over into the corner. Standing, my hands covered my breasts barely as I turned to face him.
Once again I straddled his lap, rocking back and forth and then lifting up and down to the beat. My hands fell away and began to weave through the air like before. My head fell back, my hair brushing my ass as I moved my whole upper body.
Rubbing here and there, rolling my bottom, lifting up and pressing nearly in his face, I moved until the music was over. Smiling, I bent down and kissed his forehead.
"As you requested, a dance." I would give him no more for now, though I had contemplated it at first. I would take my time, let him get a little more comfortable around me first.
"I do hope you enjoyed it Manuel?" I rose from the chair.

 

[The_high_king]

Manuel/Forte

Manuel

"Yes, I really enjoyed it. That was awesome Lana. This was definitly been the highlight of my day. Thank you so much. Oh, by the way, umm... how much do I oh you?", I said. I couldn't believe that I just went through an experience like that, and all I could talk about was money. I wasn't lying when I said that this was the best part of my day though. Now I really had to go to the washroom to relieve myself. The "tent pole" still evident, in my now uncomfortable pants.

Forte

Zzz... Zzz... WHAP! I slapped the hand away that was trying to take my wallet. I pulled him closer, before giving him a knock-out punch to the face. I guess you could say that I was a light sleeper.

 

[Shoty98]

Kalista

ooc. I was invited by one and granted permission by another.....hope this works all.

Ic.
“YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!”

My shoulders shook with mirth and a smile lit my features, but it never reached my eyes. “Oh now, now. Fucking bitch doesn’t quite fit now does it. Since I am not atop that puny-ass cock of yours, just call me bitch and do well to remember that.” My voice hissed with venom and a slender white finger trailed over his flesh. The fun was about to begin and I was anticipating it. Not many of our kind liked to play with their food but I always found it to make it so much sweeter.

Pacing around, my eyes roaming over my newest canvas and the next in line to meet a friend of mine in the after life. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath the smell of fear and blood flooded my senses, ah yes how lovely it is. I heard a squeak from the young man and opened my eyes quickly, he was about to go into another tirade and I would have none of that. In a split second his voice was muffled by cloth. “Not to fear scream time will come, but not until I say so….” I clipped out the words as my black satin robe, slipped off my shoulders. I took a glance in the mirror.

I was no Cindy Crawford but hey, no one is perfect, she probably wouldn’t taste that good anyway. Pleasantly I took a good look at my 5’5, 105 pound frame…not at all bad for a couple hundred years old, even if I did say so myself. With a smile I shook my head and watched the long blonde curls bounce around wildly, but the brilliant light in my eyes was quickly darkened as the many scars finally focused into my sight. My mission came back to me all at once along with the past and the memories.

“No time for that!” I thought silently, dinner awaited.

I shook away all the thoughts and returned to my mission, a mission of revenge oh and let’s not forget nourishment. I moved to a small table near the young man and retrieved a scalpel, the light glimmered off the blade and highlighted the masculine face of my prey. His eyes were wide with fear and that, in it’s self, caused a sadistic smile to sweep over my face lighting crystal blue eyes with a sparkle of mischief.

“Oh do not worry yourself…it only hurts for eternity and where your going anyway you can have your revenge. Just remember the name Ricardo……. Now shall we begin the art work.” I purred seductively in his ear. I knew he was scared beyond belief, granted he had every reason to be, but soon all that would slip away with his life force.

The blade kissed his skin and skimmed through like a hot knife through butter. He screams filled my ears and sent a shiver of pleasure running down my spine. This was the part I loved a delightful ending to a hunt and a perfect prelude to a fine dinner. In moments the veins in both arms were drooping down to touch the table, so delicate and then again not so delicate. I set the knife down, captured his lips with my own and gently ran my hands up over his arms. The veins I tied together with ease a perfect little bow that fit this pansy well. It wasn’t necessary per-say but I did so enjoy adding my little quirks to the preset art work.

“I wouldn’t struggle too much if I were you, you’ll only cause yourself more pain..” I whispered softly in his ear just before my lips blazed a trail along his flesh. Little streams of fresh blood warmed my lips and tongue and I moaned with the feeling, he did taste so exquisite. My deranged mind took over again when I picked up the scalpel, my hands working swiftly to place on this human canvas the exact picture that was on my own body.

A spiral cut around his left nipple, a light slice across the neck, a gouge here another there. A little smirk worked at the corners of my lips, his screaming was music to my twisted ears. I worked on him for hours with the knife before I brought out the lovely little willow branch. “He must have all the proper markings….” I thought silently, otherwise my dear Ricardo would never recognize the work.

Pretty soon the screams faded as the man drifted off to some place safe and less conscious. I reveled in the sound of the branch each time it met with his skin, each time with such force it split the skin. Throughout this process I would pause and enjoy his taste, allowing my tongue to run over his broken flesh, adding to the anticipation of when I would finish him.

There was but one thing I had left to do, it wouldn’t take too much time at all to finish up. I unshackled the poor, poor man and rolled him over to his side. I didn’t have to look in the mirror to know exactly where to place the last mark, it was burned into my memory forever.

Walking to the small hearth I reach near the flames and grabbed a handle that slightly protruded. It was warm to the touch but I didn’t notice as I inspected the object. Ah yes perfect, it was ready. I was back at his side, I closed my eyes for just a moment, took a deep breath and then laid the brand upon his skin. The smell of burning flesh filled my senses and permeated the room. With an evil laugh I looked at the brand on his back, right side…just above his ass cheek. It was an “R” ……just like my own.

I dropped the brand into the bucket of water beside the table and proceeded to roll the man back over. Soft whispered promises of release from this life in his ear and my fangs shortly there after piercing the skin and muscle in his neck. I drank deeply of the warmth, the life-force that would add and mingle with my own to give me nourishment….