Their Legacy

[poohlive]

Private

His hands ached, the writing becoming more and more illegible as the pages began to fill. In his mind, they would never end, lines and lines of empty space, words needing to be filled, to pour out from his memory, his heart.

The spirit was willing, but the flesh...

He laughed at that, until it ended in a coughing spurt. Blood, blood oozed from his cracked lips. He wiped it with his handkerchief, bright blue, stained in blood.

How long had it been now, days, weeks? He didn't remember. He couldn't recall what day it was. Maybe a tuesday, it felt like a Tuesday. His hip, his bad hip always eased up on Tuesday, and today it was feeling pretty damn good.

The strength never left his body in an instant. It was slow, and gradual, the way water swims past rocks, the current drawing them smooth, turning their jagged edges into curved ends. Was he eighty already, had so many years passed?

He didn't know why he chose to write it down, his thoughts, memories, the truth. He swore he would never write it down, never have another one see the madness.

But... his poor eyes looked up to the newspaper clipping. His poor eyes. Blue, pale blue, with a whitened haze that told him he was not far from being blind. They would soon come to make him walk with a red stripped cane wherever he went. Wouldn't that be funny? A grand Hellsing, the last of his kind, he who laughed at death and had kissed a vampire before driving a stake deep into her heart...

Richard Van Hellsing, one of the greatest... using a red stripped cane to walk to the store, in order to buy his prune juice.

He laughed at that, cackled is more like it. Another coughing fit, more blood. He wiped it away, but it did no good anymore. All he accomplished was smearing it across his parched lips.

Those lips ached for water, yearned for fresh well drink to be taken. Sampled. He had sat here for hours, crouched over this infernal diary, filling its pages before he forgot what had happened, before it was too late.

What had he been reaching for? His hand, so shaky... gripping a newspaper article. Yes, that had been it. He remembered now. The article, it spoke of slayings. People killed, bites, drained of all their blood. Ritualistic cultist murder, the report had said. But Richard knew better.

He knew the signs.

I thought I had killed the last one, but I was wrong...

The first line in the diary, that line emblazened with blood, dripping with fear and pain. He had never felt fear before. A Van Hellsing never feels fear, but he was a far cry from his former self. Now, he had to have a bucket next to his bed at night, because he couldn't make it to the toilet.

His hip ached, throbbed dully whenever he walked too much. He had a cane now as it is, a simple cane, to help him get around. One step closer to a walker, one step closer to a wheelchair, and one step closer to the grave.

A man slowly falls into his grave, Richard knew that. A young man stood tall, while middle age made him stoop and slouch, and finally he was bent over, using a cane, a walker. In the end, he just lay in bed, waiting for it to turn into a coffin.

Soon enough. Soon enough

God, here he was reminiscing, thoughts and memories stirring up in him, and he still did not write. He had to finish, to give a more detailed account.

I thought I had killed the last one because she had told me she was the last. She had pleaded with me, begged me, loved me. Yes, I loved her too. I kissed her, plunging the stake through her heart, I kissed those crimson lips, before blood fell freely from them. I had...

Tears fell from his cheeks, dropping onto the pages, making it hard to continue. He did, closing his eyes, hoping the words were not too disjointed, hoping someone could decipher them. It was like dialing a random number on the phone, and praying whoever answered it on the other side could help you.

He heard it, the creak downstairs. A small simple sound, quiet, most would dismiss it as the house settling. He didn't though, he knew who it was. What it was.

Getting up, Richard limped over to his dresser. God, it hurt. His hip nearly killing him as he walked. He grabbed for his cane, easing the pain. No, it definitely couldn't be Tuesday. Not with this pain, this was a Thursday pain, maybe Friday.

Not Tuesday.

Opening the drawer, he took out a flask. Water swished inside from his shaky palm grabbing for it. It was his now, next ot him, able to protect him. He wished he had more, more than this simple trinket of the past. He needed a gun, a nice shotgun with holy wooden pellets. And a huge stake. One of those 2 by 4's people used to build houses with, one of them sharpened to a point, ready for the bastard when he shoveled through the door.

Back to his work. He grimaced, his hip afire once more. The flask in his hand, his whole body settling to the chair. More writing... he had to finish, had to tell them.

I was supposed to train my family, as I had been, as they had before them, but I thought it to be over, I thought the last one had died in my arms, whispering my name before she left me. I never told them. God, what a fool I was. Pride goeth, before a fall...

The window shuttered under the strain of the wind. It shook him from his seat, as he screamed out. For a moment, he thought he saw a face. A murderous face with fire for eyes in the window.

No, no, it had only been the lightning. A storm outside, a storm passing through the valley. Thunder and lightning. No, he already knew the man was inside, inside coming up the stairs, taking the one at a time, slowly inviting Richard to push all of his fear into his heart.

He bent over the diary, turning the page. More words... it needed more words.

They will find me like the others, broken, bruised. My blood drained. They will think it is cultists, devil worshippers. I tell you it is no such thing. I know what draws at my veins, I know what has haunted me these past decades. I am an old man, but I can still...

The door burst open. A scream tried to retch from Richard's mouth, but all that came was an exhausted sigh. He threw open the top of the flask, splashing the water through the doorway.

Empty, completely empty. The door slammed into the wall, nothing coming through. Instead, only two shadows of bootmarks stood outside in the hallway.

When the water hit those marks, it hissed violently.

"No..."

The window crashed behind him. He barely turned, barely had time to wince as pain shot through his hip when a hand like a vise gripped his throat. Again, he tried to scream but could not. The strength, such strength, as if living iron had gripped him.

He flung about, to no use, to no avail.

Richard looked into the heart of darkness now. Evil. That haunted face, pale skin, eyes... eyes that did burn with an eternal flame he knew not. His one hand gripped at the arm now holding him.

The other... the other held his pen, it was shaking.

"Too late old man..." A voice as dark as him, as dark as the spawn of satan itself entering his mind, tricking him. He wanted to go limp, to let go, to feel the warmth that surrounded him. God, it felt so good. He could just fly away, fly away on this cloud.

"No!" He screamed, the thoughts vanishing, pain once more hitting him. A ton of bricks, as he fell to the floor. He was able to scream this time, his hip exploded beneath him. It felt as if someone had dumped rusty nails and shards of glass into the joint. Jarring, digging, slicing through him. Pain, tears, blood...

The pen!

Richard flung it high into the air, slamming it down into the vampire's leg. At once there was a shout, a hiss, as Richard was kicked. He flew back against the wall, his whole body rocked, bones broke, the skin tore. Everything felt alive for a moment, and then dulled.

Someone inside his body had turned off the heater. He felt cold all of a sudden, soo cold.

In his hand was the bloody pen, dripping. The book, somehow the book had fallen by his side. Richard grabbed for it, before it was too late.

"Still have good reflexes old man. I give you that."

Richard tried to stop the shaking in his hands, tried to steady himself. He brought the bloody pen down to the paper, a whole side, a single sheet, empty. Blood dripped onto it.

The man, clad in all black, walked towards him. A slow pace, each step burning into Richard's heart, each thump sealing his doom. He cried now, openly, calling out to whatever gods still listened. Give him two more seconds, two more seconds to warn them.

"I know who you are," Richard said, holding the pen to the paper, drawing a single line.

"Oh?" The vampire stopped, kneeling down next to Richard. Those eyes still burned, still held their flame, like a lamp holding its fire. Richard only wrote, unable to look up into those eyes.

He knew, if he looked, he wouldn't be able to turn away. It would be the last thing he saw before death descended upon him.

So cold, the world had turned into an ice age, his blood thick with it, pooling around him, drawing out to the floor.

"And who am I? Who am I old man? Pathetic old man, were you not the one who was supposed to kill me? Were you not the legendary Hellsing, the destiny of an entire lineage, trying to wipe out a superior species. Who am I?"

Richard had finished it. Before him, on an empty page of the diary was a single word, scratched entirely in blood, and almost too shaky to read.

Lance

The vampire laughed. He laughed aloud, cracking his head back, his teeth sharp and white, exposed before Richard. Richard cried, pulling the diary closed.

"It is a shame no one will read it, old man."

Richard grabbed the necklace from around his neck, the one simple chain. It held a piece of wood cut into a cross. An old piece of wood, like dying oak, nearly petrified from age. He set it smoothly down atop the diary. As carefully as one might put flowers down on a casket.

He kissed it, with tembling lips as he felt razor sharp teeth on his neck. He screamed, crying out, tears once more falling upon the book, his last memories, his last details.

"It is not over, you fucking parasite..." Richard tried to speak louder, but they came out as barely a whisper.

Those words faded, like a sunset, like a flower wiltering in summer heat. The body, cold now, as cold as ice fell down to the floor. The blood which had not pooled around him raced through the veins of the man clad only in black.

The man with fire in his eyes, and darkness in his heart.

This man reached down for the diary. As he touched it, he felt the warmth, the fire, the pain, and hissed as he drew his hand away.

"You stupid fool," He cursed, kicking at the dead corpse. Mauling it, making it unrecognizable, his rage unquenched. The diary stood there, motionless in the center of the room, next to Richard's blood... the wooden cross still on top of it.

"An ancient charm, but powerful. I gave you too much credit, old man."

The man in black stood there for only a few moments, surveying the chaos of the room, before going back to the window. He left, his head hung low. It was not over, it would not be over. He thought he could finish it tonight... but Richard, an 80 year old fucking worm of a man had once again outsmarted him.

"This is not over..."

A shadow passed, and the room was once more quiet. The only sound was blood, as it fell drop by drop to the floor.

Everything else, was darkness...

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Tasa

A deep breath taken. A glance at her watch. He was more than 40 minutes late. What could be taking him so long? He had called and said everything was all set. The estate was settled. All she had to do was sign the paperwork, and the house was hers.

Of course she was not all that sure she wanted the house. It was old, but in surprisingly good shape. Grandpa had taken good care of it, well, of course he had.... He loved that house.

As Tasa sat in the lawyer's office, awaiting her the very tardy Attorney, she thought back to her own times in that very same house when she was little. The place was huge, or so it seemed to the little girl. Lots of rooms. She was learning now that indeed it did have lots of room. It was not just her little girl perspective. The house had 5 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, a formal living room, a den, a dining room, a large kitchen, and a deck out back. Plus a full basement and attic, and, to top it all off, a 2 car attached garage.

And it was all hers. Or it would be, once the Lawyer showed his ass up.

Tasa sat there, dressed in black slacks and a pale pink blouse. She fidgeted a bit, nervous, and still sad. Her grandfather, well, Grandpa to her, had passed away only the week before. He had lived to a ripe old age, He shoud have died in his sleep, like most old men do. But that was not to be for her Grandfather. He had been murdered.. the police calling it a "cult killing" ...

Richard Van Helsing, dead at the age of 80. Tasa wondered why, who, would want the kindly old man that had been her grandfather, dead. The thought haunted her. And again, she was not even sure she wanted the house. The house where her own Grandpa had died. But .... she was the last of the Van Helsing line. The house was hers, to do with as she pleased.

Her Grandpa's daughter, her mother, was long since gone. Just the memory brought the moist glaze of tears to Tasa's eyes. She was only 20 herself, her mother had died when she was all of 12. Her father had raised her, and done a damned good job... Until he died last year. An unfortunate accident, he had fallen from a construction site that he was working on, and impaled himself on a fence some 30 feet down. Why had he been working so very late at night? Rumors circulated that it was not an accident, that he had been murdered, thrown from the heights. But no one else was up there.

Tasa England was 20 years old. She was smart, pretty, with a mane of golden blonde hair that tickled her shoulders, and matching golden eyes that showed her every emotion. Slender, lithe, stunningly beautiful, without the benefits of makeup. She was very low maintenance. Preferring jeans and a tee shirt to the complciated and often ridiculous outfits that alot of girls wore. She worked at an international bank, a boring job, but Tasa enjoyed it.

Her friends thought she needed some excitement in her life. No, more accurately, her friends thought she needed a guy in her life. Tasa only smiled. "Someday" she would answer. Tasa's best friend, Emily, was the wild child to Tasa's calm, cool, collected personality. Where Tasa was lean and lithe, like a stalking feline, Emily was a busty blonde, loud, playful, and liked to party.

She shook her head, this was not the time, nor the place, to be thinking about Emily's lastest escapades, that was for sure. Her thoughts drifted back to her Grandfather.

She sighed as the Lawyer, apologizing, finally showed up. "You are the last of the bloodline" He had told her on the phone. The last Van Helsing.

The story did interest her. Van Helsing, the infamous Vampire killer... but she no more believed in that than she did in ghosts. She took the story as nothing more than an old man who embelished his life. Did not mean she loved her Grandpa any less, but Tasa just could not buy into that stuff.... vampires did not exist... and that... was that...


Tasa

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Just sign this last line and we are all done, and again, Miss Van Helsing, I'm sorry I was late"

Tasa nodded, smiling politely to the stuffy Lawyer. She signed where indicated, the house, and all contents within, were hers. As was the the money left in her Grandfather's bank, a savings that totalled just over $250,000. That afforded Tasa the benefit of being able to take some time off from the Bank where she worked so she could decide what she wanted to do with the house.

Did she give up her apartment in the city? The house was 10 miles outside the city limits, sitting on 5 acres of land. She had not been there in the better part of a year, since her own father had died. And before that visit, Tasa had not seen her Grandfather in several years. It seemed that everytime her father had thought that maybe he would bring her to see him, everytime he himself went to see him first, The old man started muttering about vampires, killing, kept saying that he should have taught her, his dead daughter, and now Tasa what she would need to know to survive, she had Van Helsing blood running thru her veins after all.

He had insisted the same things to her when she had gone to see him on her own. She loved him, but she could just not bring herself to see him again. Now she wished she had.

Tasa remembered a particularly ugly fight, between her father and her Grandpa, just after her mother had died. Her father was NOT a Van Helsing, and he had no intention of listening to his crazy father-in-law about vampires, and teaching Tasa to hunt. The fight was ugly and horrible things were said. It scared Tasa, to a point where she had nightmares, horrible images of vampires attacking her, ripping her throat out. She had woken up screaming on more than one night after that.

Well, she would make no decisions until she saw the house. That was where she was headed.

The ride there was uneventful, the sun just setting on the horizon. She wished her Lawyer had been a bit more punctual. The idea of looking around an old, emtpy house, where her Grandpa had been murdered just did not sit well with her. The police had assured her that they had picked up several suspects, that she would be safe in the house, and would send a patrol car by several times to check on her.

"I should wait til morning" she murmered to herself. But she had to admit, she was morbidly curious and could not seem to make herself wait.

And...

She felt a chilling draw to the house...

The house loomed before her, as she turned into the driveway. The Lawyer had told her that the police had left several lights on, and also that the servants had been dismissed, but a couple leaving their names and numbers behind, in case Tasa wished to employ them again.

There were a couple of lights illuminating the windows, it felt like the house was staring at her, trying to tell her it's secrets.....

 

[poohlive]

His coat brillowed like a cape, as he let it slip over her bare shoulders. She had kneeled before him, his cock hard and ripe in her mouth. A soft groan escaped when she felt the fabric slip across her skin.

For a moment, she had become invisible. All that remained was him, his coat distended, hidhing her from the world, her sin deep inside her mouth.

Then, she emerged, a flower opening its petals as the cape revealed her. She sunk down, her head bobbing up and down, his taste like fine wine. She drank all of him.

And with a sick twisted smile on his face, he knew he would drink all of her soon enough.

"And, who is she... Emily?"

Emily could not speak, her mouth was doing more important things at the time. She rose from it, her hand around him, stroking him. She looked, her lust filled eyes wanting nothing more than his pleasure.

"My friend, oh she's just so shy and quiet. I don't know... she has a great body, I've always wanted to taste it. Sometimes I get this look in her eye, like she wants to do something naughty, but she never ends up doing it."

He nodded, his ears picking up more than the words she spoke.

"We should meet her, talk with her. I would love to see this woman you are so fond of..."

Emily nodded, plunging down atop of him. He held her head now, gripped it, those tight blonde curls around his fingers, sliding his hardened cock down into her mouth, deeper, deeper. He bottomed out, inside her throat, feeling her groan with pleasure, need.

When he came, she swallowed it all, taking him into her, as if keeping him closer. She wanted him, every part of him.

"Call her, set up a meeting."

She bowed her head, wiping the cum from her lips.

"Yes Master."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

A couple of pictures

Emily

Another of Tasa, a bit more wild

another of Tasa

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Tasa had only just stepped into the house when the ring of her cell phone interrupted her thoughts, actually making her jump. Shaking hands bring the singing phone to her ear, she seeing the number, it was Emily.

"Hey sweets" Emily sang into the phone, still licking her lips from her encounter with her Master. She had only just met Him the week before, but was already so crazy about the guy, she could not stop gushing about Him. Tasa had listened respectfully, but her mind was elsewhere, her grandfather had just died that very same week.

In reality, Tasa was kind of glad that Em had called. The house was quiet and creepy, the sun having set, it just made it all the more.. chilling.

"Hi Em... what's going on?" She did love her friend.

"Come out with me tonight Tas... " she asked, "You need a night out after everything that has happened. "Please?" He wanted to see her, meet her, tonight. Emily could not say no, He would not like that.

"I don't....."

"please?? You love people watching at the Darkness Club.. come on"

"oh ok, how about I meet you out front at 10"

"Deal" Emily happily said, gazing over her shoulder at the form of her Master, the shadows of the room obscuring his features from her.

Tasa clicked the phone closed. Ok, it was just after 8 now. She could look around a bit, before heading home to change and meet Emily. She knew Emily meant well, this was her way of helping her thru the sadness over the death of her grandfather.

Most of the rooms were neat and relatively clean. Tasa's memory of the place seemed to slither all around her. If only her Grandpa had not been such a... well... not been so eccentric... she would have come to visit him more...

Slowly she walked thru the house, stopping in one room or another, looking at a book, smiling at a memory. She found herself in the study on the top floor, just off his bedroom, the room where he had died. The police had the place cleaned up, after they gathered all the evidence they could. But still, there were things askew, strewn about. He had not died peacefully, she had been told that he had stabbed his attacker with a pen he had in his hand. The thought of how he died haunted her, bringing a fresh wash of tears to her eyes. This was why she would go out with Emily tonight... Tasa did not want to become swallowed up in the grief and guilt that she felt.

Something caught her eye, a gleam coming from the desk over in the corner. Tasa made her way over there, picking up a flask. Scrawled in marker across the front were the words *HOLY WATER*... Her brow furrowed. The ramblings of His rantings came flooding back into her mind. Vampires, Hunters, Blood, Holy Water, Stakes, Crosses. What else would she find if she stayed and looked???

She dropped the flask, hearing the water splashing within..


She needed a drink...



Just before 10pm... Tasa pulled up in front of the Club. The valet taking the keys, she the ticket. His eyes roamed over the pretty girl, dressed this night in a long black gypsy skirt, black suede boots and a red tank top... this was probably the raciest outfit she owned, and compared to Emily, it was tame. Emily slid up behind her friend, pinching her ass and giggling.

Tasa swung around, she knew it was Em... and damn was she dressed to the nines tonight. Emily was wearing a very short, very black mini-skirt, spiked black heels, and a spiderweb weaved black top, which barely, just barely, covered the ample mounds of her breasts. Her nipples were concealed beneath the the spiders sitting in the mid of their webs, which laced out over those luscious mounds. Tasa could only shake her head. Emily was one to attract attention, that's for sure.

Around her throat Emily wore a studded leather collar, with a silver plate in the middle. The scripted letter L engraved upon that shining silver. Emily had herself a new Master. Tasa had heard her friend gushing about Him, but apparently it was a bit more serious than she had guessed. Oh well. Em was happy, that's what mattered to Tasa... Altho it was not lost on her that she bore a deep red hickey upon her throat at well... what she could not see were the bite markes beneath the leather of the collar...

"Hey Em"

"Hiya Tas... Let's go in"

The Bouncer knew them well, especially Emily, he had tasted of her before. Tasa was a different story, she was elusive, and as far as he knew, none at the club had sampled her..... yet....

 

[poohlive]

He saw her as she first entered the club, recognizing her in an instant. A small pain touched at his heart, she reminded him... oh did she remind him of someone. Just to look at her brought back memories.

His eyes bid them come, and at once Em followed. They parted through the crowd, dancing, talking, drinking, bantering about themselves in a pathetic attempt to fuck. These two beauties parted, like Moses before the Red sea.

In the back, a private booth he sat alone. His coat lay beside him, flowing out. Both of his hands were out on either side, hanging against the back of the seat. Hunger in his eyes...

No, it was thirst. Deep thirst.

"Go," He spoke, a whisper before Em could reach them. She turned, cocking her head, and went over to the bar. It was just him and her now, predator and prey.

"Please, sit," He motioned beside himself, his eyes drawing her to it, his force strong. Such beauty, so lithe and slender, so supple and angelic. She looked delicious.

"Emily has told me much about you. She said you like to watch."

He panned over the crowd now, various states of undress, various states of arousal. The whole bar smelled of desire, sex and booze.

He leaned in, breathing her in, his lips inches from her ear, his teeth a whisper away from her throat.

"Do you like to watch, feeling helpless as someone takes over, those strong arms around you, that deep desire pitted inside?"

Lips so close, they almost kissed, a hair's breath away from caressing. He leaned back, but he sat closer to her now. Closer.

This one... so young and naive. She knew nothing, Richard had taught her nothing. He could play with her. It would be revenge, sweet revenge for what her family had done to him. To play and fuck with the last of the line of a once proud family.

A dark smile came to his lips, as he drank her in.

"I heard you inherited a house, is that true?"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

The Club was crowded, but then again it always was. Young, and sometimes old, liked to come here, to mingle, to experiment, to play. Dominants and submissives, Masters and slaves, pain and pleasures, leather and sex, so much could happen at The Darkness Club.

Tasa was familiar with the Club, the layout, the people, the lifestyle. Emily was emersed in the lifestyle, having found, fucked, and gotten rid of a dozen Dominants in the years that Tasa had known her... Tasa herself was more of an observer. She was far more wary of people the Em was. Some thought her submissive, others more Dominant, and still others guessed she played both ends of the whip. In reality, even Tasa was unsure just what she preferred, or what she wanted. The majority of the men she met in The Darkness Club, were nothing more than either boys playing a game, or bullies on a power trip. Tasa disliked both. So..... instead.... she watched.....

With Emily leading ... The girls ventured deep into the Club, unerringly heading to the back, and the boothe that He occupied.... It was no surprise to Tasa... Considering the collar that her friend was wearing, that she would more than likely be meeting her Master this very night.

An ulmost unpercievable nod, and Emily turned, heading toward the bar. Tasa almost followed until a voice, deep, incredibly seductive, smooth as the finest of wine, slithered into her ears.....

"Please, sit,"

Tasa's golden eyes flickered as her gaze met, and was captured, in His own. "thank You" she answered, as she slid easily into the seat, the booth, where He sat. One may have assumed, and it may have been expected, that she would sit across the table from Him. But instead, she slid into the seat right next to Him.

So.... this was Him. The Mysterious L that lay etched in her collar. Tasa did not even know His name, Emily referred to Him only as.... Master.

"Emily has told me much about you. She said you like to watch."

As the last word left His lips, He turned to cast that intense gaze over the crowd of people, dancing, groping, nearly rutting on the dancefloor. It was quite the spectacle, and Tasa indeed did find it fascinating.

His voice was so very.... hypnotic... she feeling a almost lazy shiver worming along the length of her spine when He spoke.. "watch, ah, yes. I find human interaction, especially in a place such as this, intensly erotic to observe"

Observing had always been key to a Van Helsing. Being observant, knowing one's surroundings, had saved a hunter on many an occassion...

She wanted to ask His name, to find out more about the Man that had so captured her friend. She tore her attention from the swaying, touching, mating, crowd of people, turning it back to Him, He was leaning so close to her, His whisper so close to her ear, the warmth of His breath, or was it a chill, caressing the tender lobe, the words crawling within...

"Do you like to watch, feeling helpless as someone takes over, those strong arms around you, that deep desire pitted inside?"

Tasa felt her breath catch, as His own seemed to trail down the supple, tempting curve of her throat. That soft pulse, where her blood flowed with every life giving beat of her heart, could just barely been seen, and felt... she turned ever so slightly, lifting those golden eyes, her mother's eyes, her grandfather's eyes, those Van Helsing vampire killing golden eyes to His....

Words would not come, He had caught her off guard with such a dark, and knowing, remark. What had Emily said to Him? But then it dawned on her.. she had never told Emily of her deepest desires, of her want, her need, to be........................... NO... she had never told Emily.

Who was this Man?

He leaned back, and Tasa found the shadows, a darkness that seemed to be gathering around her when He leaned close, lifted ever so slightly, but still.. His body, His presence, His being, was still so very close to her...

"I heard you inherited a house, is that true?"

That seemed to clear the haze that was enveloping her. The house. Yes, she could talk about that.

"yes, yesss.. as a matter of fact I did, my grandfather passed away and left the house to me." she paused, the tip of her tongue slipping out to lick her lips. "I haven't been there in a long time, so I guess I have some cleaning out to do and everything, before I decide what to do... "

She looked up at Him, and again felt her heart seeming to flutter, her blood seeming to warm. "Emily, has not told me Your name, I would think You know mine, but just in case... I'm Tasa... Tasa Van Helsing".....

 

[poohlive]

"Yes. I know your name, I know you. I know a lot about you. Your dear sweet Emily has told me soo much."

She paused, turning back, cheering them with a drink in her hand as she talked with a couple completely covered in leather. One had a collar, and the other a leash. They looked the perfect couple.

"Do you see them? You see how perfect they accent each other. The ying and the yang, ultimate of opposites. He is powerful, strong, forceful. Dominant, a true meaning of the world. And she? Feminine, submissive, her gestures small and kind, her eyes ever downward, her loyalty knowing no bounds. If He asked her to strip right now, and take him, you would see the excitement in her eyes. her knees would be on the floor before she said yes. How wonderful that they found each other."

He paused in mid-thought, his eyes trailing down her body, those delicious curves. He could smell the blood, so new, so fresh, so strong pouring through her. It drove him wild. He licked his fangs inside his mouth, his hunger drawing him.

"They are perfect together. They complete each other, without Him, she is a lost pet searching for a home, without her, He is a Master of nothing. Ying and yang, completeness. And... yet you only want to watch. Do you not want to find your yang, do you not want to feel complete?"

His eyes were suggestive, disapproving at her. As if he had found a deep secret, and was ashamed. Not for her, but for her actions. He waited, tempted, his hunger drawing to the surface, gaze ablaze with her soft features.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Tasa followed His gaze, Emily coming into view. She was smiling, sipping a drink and happily chatting with a rather interesting couple. What Tasa found even more interesting was she turned, just as His, and her own gaze, came to rest upon her, as if she had been beckoned to...

Tasa's eyes flickered to the leather clad couple, a Master and his pet...

"Do you see them? You see how perfect they accent each other. The ying and the yang, ultimate of opposites. He is powerful, strong, forceful. Dominant, a true meaning of the world. And she? Feminine, submissive, her gestures small and kind, her eyes ever downward, her loyalty knowing no bounds. If He asked her to strip right now, and take him, you would see the excitement in her eyes. her knees would be on the floor before she said yes. How wonderful that they found each other."

His words were hypnotic, soothing, allowing her to relax within their embrace. It had not even occurred to her that He had not told her His name. He just continued on in the conversation... but she felt His eyes leave the couple He spoke about, and again, come to rest upon her, possessive, hungered, it was as if she could feel the heat that radiated out from Him...

"They are perfect together. They complete each other, without Him, she is a lost pet searching for a home, without her, He is a Master of nothing. Ying and yang, completeness. And... yet you only want to watch. Do you not want to find your yang, do you not want to feel complete?"

Tasa turned to face Him, actually scooting back in the seat, placing the smallest bit of distance between this Man, and herself.

"Why do You ask me that?" she whispered, it felt as if He were in her head, and that was something that made her feel very....uncomfortable. "I am content with watching... I am not Emily, I do not need a Dominant to make me feel complete."

Well, that was only a fraction of what she really felt. She was much to wary to allow just any wanna be Master to come along and think they were going to have their way with her. She had seen that one too many times. And one thing she did remember her Grandfather telling her, that one time she visited a year ago... "Don't let Him close" He had said... "He will get into Your mind, take control".... Tasa had no idea that He spoke about a specific Man... no, not a Man.. a Vampire... named Lance. Tasa understood her beloved, yet very eccentric Grandfather to mean any man.... Tasa had Van Helsing blood in her veins, she was wary, she always would be....


Emily picked that moment, the totally wrong moment, to bounce into the scene, she, at first, a little puzzled as to why her friend was sitting next to her Master. She stood there, staring for a moment, eyes boring into Tasa.... she had never seen such a look on Em's face, and she didn't like it either. She stood, turning to smile at Him....

"I think a certain someone wants her seat next to You"...

Tasa was actually curious to see His reaction. Emily was a classic submissive, but she was also very.... jealous. Tasa was interested to see just how He would respond to her little staring contest...

 

[poohlive]

"It's not her seat to have," He was against her now, his lips against her trembling flesh. They softly found the supple skin upon her neck. The sweet taste thrilling him to the very bone.

"I do not want her... she was just a way to get to you. you are not the only one who has been watching."

Emily stared, her anger ever growing, as He was still next to Tassa, still touching her, still whispering his sweet nothings. If she did not fear him to her very core, she would have done something.

In the end, all she did was stare, her eyes two twinkling deep seated coals, ever burning.

"It's not her I want by My side. I have who I want... I know what I want dear little pet. But, you do not. That is a shame."

He paused, drinking her in one last time, tasting her for a final moment.

"Go, little pet. Go and watch, if that is your desire. I want to play."

He smiled, beckoning His lover to sit close... very close.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

A hand reached out, drawing her back, next to Him, against Him. His breath, His voice, His lips, chilled, cool, brushing along the flesh of her throat as He spoke...

"It's not her seat to have,"
"I do not want her... she was just a way to get to you. you are not the only one who has been watching."

Her breath caught, she wanted to turn, to look at Him, to really see Him, but He held her fast, His lips still brushing now to her ear as He spoke, whispered, within, sending slivers of warmth, and slicings of cool, racing over her body. Tasa had never felt this before, never felt so.... helpless...

"It's not her I want by My side. I have who I want... I know what I want dear little pet. But, you do not. That is a shame."
"Go, little pet. Go and watch, if that is your desire. I want to play."

He released His hold on Tasa, and for a moment, she could not move. But a near stomping from Emily, who still stood there staring, seemed to awaken her from her... trance. She was on her feet in an instant, deep in her chest, her heart was pounding, so loudly that it drowned out the blaring music that filled the place.

Emily was at His side in an instant... mewling softly...

Tasa said nothing, she needed to get away from Him, from Emily, she needed to gather her racing, twisting thoughts.

She found herself at the bar, finding a seat in the darkness, she ordered a shot of whiskey, she needed it.

What the hell just happened?? And who the hell was that Man??

Tasa did not turn around to look at her friend, she did not like the look of pure hatred in her eyes that she had just seen. Did this Man have that strong a hold on her? She sat there, staring down , thinking, unaware of what was happening around her at the moment.


Emily looked up and into His eyes. "Master... she, she could not please You like I can, like I do" she whimpered, suddenly terrified that He would abandon her, that He would go after Tasa.. as beautiful as Emily was, she was not the natural, stunning beauty that Tasa was, and she knew it...

"please Master" she whined incessantly....

 

[poohlive]

"you ask please as if it is your choice... dear pet," He still had not looked at His em. He was occupied by the beauty leaving Him, parting ways, the dance floor opening up to her and then closing once again. Tasa at the bar, by herself.

She did not even want to watch.

Lance played with the knot at the back of Emily's collar. His fingers tracing over it. It quivered, as He tugged slightly, testing its strength. He was unsure, unsure if He should take it off of His dear sweet pet right now. If He pulled hard enough the knot would come loose, and it would fall lovingly from her neck, exposing her.

she knew well what that would mean, what He meant doing it to her, decollaring her, here... the one place where everyone knew what it truly meant to wear a collar.

Instead, He could feel His desire pumping inside him. It traced along His thirst, combining the two massive urges into one unstoppable beat. He needed to drink, to fuck, to use someone.

And emily, so willing, so ready. she would never think twice if He asked her to run a blade down her wrist, cut herself for Him, let Him watch her life flow from her. A strange and distant smile on her lips as she did so.

He leaned in, kissing her, kissing her neck, her collar. And then, He sunk to the floor. On His knees before her, His touch compelling, urging her thighs apart.

"Come pet... I desire you. I must drink."

He had to lift her skirt up high, to her waist. There would be nothing left to the imagination were people to look. And some did, some did as He licked along his pet's parted thighs, her damp thong, dripping with heat and sex. His tongue sampling her through the wet cloth, fingers coming to part the small material, exposing herself to Him.

His tongue, eager, probing. It searched for her. Deep inside He licked her into submission. The desire running through him, the pleasure almost unstoppable.

And as He felt her about to cum, her fingers running though His hair, her name screaming from those pursed lips, He bit her. His fangs out, striking deep, drinking deeper. The sex and blood mixed in his mouth as he drank deep.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

It was not Em, her best friend, the one person she had counted on when her father died, when her grandfather was murdered, that Tasa could not bare to look upon, it was Him... Tasa was afraid that if she looked up, if her golden eyes once more met His dark ones, even from across a crowded club filled with writhing bodies, loud music and the scent of lust and sex, she was afraid that she would crawl to Him, across that very dance floor...

The urge, so deep inside, was nearly unbearable...

The bartender reaching over the bar, fingers lifting her chin, his eyes, harmless eyes, searching hers. "why so down?" he asked, an honest question, she supposed it deserved an honest answer. "My grandfather died, I am just... dealing".... it wasn't a lie... right...??

He nodded, knowingly, understanding....

*******

Emily went silent as soon as He addressed her... He was right, the choice, was not hers. She had not had a choice since the moment she had locked eyes with Him, in this very club, so many weeks ago.

She felt His hand slide under the wild mane of her long blonde hair, felt His fingers move along the knot, tracing it, one finger, then 2.. then another. It was as if He were in deep thought, He was utterly silent. She herself was nearly in tears. When He gently tugged on the leather knot, she thought for sure He would take it from her, He would free her of her collar, and even tho that, to some, would sound liberating, to her, it would mean pure, shattering despair. Lips quivering, she ready to beg, beg Him to keep her enslaved, enslaved to His will, His Dominance. Her face went pale, eyes closing, her breath caught in her throat.

Emily, sweet Emily, did not understand. She did not understand just what He was. She had felt His fangs, razored sharp, deep within her flesh. She had felt her blood flow, He feeding upon her as He took her, the pleasure of feeling Him buried deep inside her wanting, needing body, and the pain of Him tearing into her throat, her breast... the heat of her blood mingling with the heat of her climax.... yet Emily did not understand.... she only knew that she wanted, needed, hungered for Him...

He leaning in, lips, cool to the touch, brushing along her jaw, tracing the edge of the leather that seemed to tighten about her throat with a touch of His tongue...

"Come pet... I desire you. I must drink."

Emily's breath released in a low, wanton moan. He coming to rest upon His knees before her. But all knew, who the Master and who the slave was, there was no doubt, no matter the reversed postions...

Emily's head lulled back as He feasted upon her, she not caring that she was open for any and all to see, He wished it this way, she would lay open her throat for Him should He desire, she would beg on hands and knees to every male in the club, again if He so desired. To please Him was all that filled her thoughts, her heart, her soul.
Her keening cries, low moans, pleading whimpers soon joined the music that reverberated thru The Darkness Club.. Emily's hips rocked to His mouth, as His tongue slithered within her, the tightness grasping, silken soft and pulsating, as if alive and breathing. Her heartbeat felt, blood warming.. a flood of sweetness gracing His lips and tongue and fingers.

Emily cried out her submission to Lance... Master Lance... over and over again as He brought her to the very edge of a shuddering climax.. and at the apex, as she was about to release, about to crash over, Emily felt His fangs, deadly sharp, lethal, sink deep into the so very tender flesh... Her scream lifted to the rafters that shook with the force of the playing music.. back arching, a flood of sweet, warm fluids, and the thick flow of her blood came forth to feed Him... her Master... Emily's nails biting into the table, into the cheap leather of the seat she now was bleeding upon, cumming upon... eyes rolling back... she was lost.. lost to the Master.... the Vampire.. who was greedily feeding from her....

********

Tasa had thought, for that brief moment, that she heard Emily's scream, and her head came up, eyes wide. She was on her feet, staring over where He and Em had been sitting, but at the moment, she could see neither, until the last second, just as Emily's head came up... The look on her face was one of pure extasy.. at least that was how Tasa saw it from where she stood. Had she been closer she may have realized it was pain, passion, and utter and complete submission that was coloring Emily's face.....

Tasa almost did go over there, almost. But a quiet voice in her mind told her not to. To sit back down, she would not be able to deal with what she would see, not yet...
Tasa heard her grandfather's voice... "He's too strong, and you are untrained my dear grand daughter, I can no longer protect nor save you"

She blinked, now where had that come from??

When she looked again, she no longer could see either Emily or her Master....

 

[poohlive]

With a wavering groan he had to let up. He had to. His mind, somewhere in the darkened rafters of his mind told him that he still needed this one. Tasa had not come peacefully, or quietly. She was still in reluctance, and that meant he still needed Emily alive.

So, he bit his own tongue, a small bite, capturing just the smallest amount of his own blood, and licked at her wounds. As his blood touched them, they disappeared, healing themselves, having never been there in the first place.

He had fed properly, and she would be damn near drained, but not impossibly so. Tonight she would just be weak, and resting. Tomorrow, nothing more than a headache, a mild hangover.

He held her in his hands, picking her up with the greatest of ease. A short trip to drop her home, make sure she slept somewhere peaceful, somewhere safe.

Only one thing... he pulled at the knot, and at once the collar dropped from her neck. It exposed her wounds, her neck looked mauled at, bites, reddened marks. Beautiful signs of love and affection from a Dom.

He left the collar on the table, next to Emily's scratch marks. The L facing toward Tasa.

With any luck...

He left quickly, returning to the night.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

The night had not gone as planned for Tasa, to many things were roaming thru her mind, disturbing, questioning, chilling, thoughts, ideas... memories?? Another shot of whiskey, she, for the first time in a long time, not seeing anyone around her, not noticing, not caring.

All she could think about... was Him...

The look in those dark eyes, as if a flame wished to be ignited to consume her. The hypnotic sound of His voice when He spoke. The warning of her grandfather's voice deep in her head, that had disturbed her the most. Quiet tears warmed her eyes, she suddenly missing her Grandfather amidst the chaos of the club... it was a odd feeling to have right then... right there.

Glancing at her watch, she decided that this night was a bust, she needed to go home, get some sleep, and go to her "new" house tomorrow and begin the cleaning process. She wished her father, or better yet, her mother, were still alive. The idea of having to do this all alone was not one she wanted to entertain. Maybe she would call Emily later in the day, she if she would come over and help her out...

Maybe she would just ask now....

"Thanks Jerry" she tossed some money to the friendly bartender and got to her feet, she looking over to where Em and her Master had been sitting.

They were gone...

Left, sitting in the mid of the table, next to a curious marking of claw marks, as if someone had raked the table in the midst of some great pain or.... pleasure... was the leather collar that graced Emily's throat. Tasa's eyes widened. She knew well the .... significance of a collar.... a submissive did not need a collar to be owned, but it indeed showed others who she belonged to....

The silver L gleamed as the lights played over it... Tasa reaching out to let her fingertip trace that letter....


Her apartment was dark, quiet. She carefully shut and locked the door, not wanting to wake up her neighbors. It was damn near 4 in the morning. She had no idea it was that late... well... early.

Tasa took a quick hot shower and fell into bed....

The leather collar, that bright, gleaming, haunting L... now lain upon the nightstand next to her bed... it was damp... damp from her fingers, she having lifted the collar after her shower, and lain it along her throat.. the leather feeling as if coming alive, slithering, coiling possessively...

"I do not want her... she was just a way to get to you. you are not the only one who has been watching."

"I know what I want dear little pet

 

[poohlive]

He stood outside in the receeding darkness, those precious few minutes before twilight would come to grab its hold on the earth once more. He would have to sleep, to find rest, solitude at his estate.

Soon, he would leave soon enough.

His eyes closed, he felt for her. Dark shadows reached, touching, playing upon her skin. She had touched it, she had taken it. He could feel it still warm, having caressed her skin.

Jealous pinged him, for his collar had touched her sweet flesh, and he had not.

Tomorrow. Emily would wake up tomorrow, and go to her. Tasa would think what she wanted, and then in the next night he would search for her again.

Search for his collar, hoping, wishing, praying it would fall around her loving neck.

In a flash he was gone... the only remnants of him a cold shiver, licking up the back of your spine.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Sleep... Her sleep was restless, filled with dreams, nightmares, images she had never allowed into her mind before. Haunting, chilling, floating in the breeze of her sleep... slithering, snaking, in and out of her consciousness... Tossing and turning, a hand reaching for the collar, drawing it to her, even in her sleep....

Her dreams were vivid, blood filled......


Lifted...pinned to the wall.. Tasa's scream of shock was nothing compared to the deep throated howl that ripped past her lips as the stake, her own Grandfather's stake ... was plunged clean thru her palm... her world swam as the intense pain swept over her helpless body...

"focus.. FOCUS" she yelled at herself.. shaking her head to clear the fog of pain... she could feel warm wet blood trailing down her arm from the gaping wound that the stake had made...

Her vision swam around her, the pain throbbing from where her hand was now pinned to the wall... a body, there was a body on the floor. Blinking, desperately, who.... who was there???

"GRANDPA???" the cry was mournful.... she suddenly trying to tear her hand from the wall, despite the thick stake that held it fast...

Another wave of pain from her impaled hand shot thru her, made her want to scream.. but she managed not to..

He grabbed her by the throat.. Him.... the Master .... Emily's Master.... His hand, cold, so very ice cold, His fingers tightened... her intake of air before that silenced scream her last.. she could gain no more... eyes wide... she stared at Him...

She heard... felt.. the growl that began to build inside Him... When He howled at her... baring His razored fangs.. she was prepared...

FANGS????

She was not prepared for the slamming of an axe blade into and thru her other hand...

Tasa's agonizing SCREAM of pain exploded over His... her body convulsed.. back arching.. she was barely able to keep herself conscious... as the scream faded from her throat... her eyes lidded... glazed in pain...

He pressed against her, his breath chilled her to the bone.

He was cold... cold and shuddering... pressing now against her trapped body... her eyes widening to stare at Him... not just stare ... but glare.. Why was He torturing her this way... Just kill me and be done with it...she thought to herself...

That thought torn away at the violation... the penetration.. of His chilled fingers... claws... inside of her...

"No NO.. DON'T... " she yelled... her body tensed.. as His fingers drove up and inside of her.. she was dry and tight.. so very tight... her breath hissing in.. she had never been touched like this.. never allowed anyone near enough to her to be violated like this.. Tasa's body writhed against that wall, dry and tight one moment, a flood of her slick fluids felt the next... bringing a smile to His face, to His eyes.....

He was getting to her.... Just who was the Hunter and the Hunted?????

"Stoppppp" she tried to beg, whisper, but her lips parted in a silent cry... the pressure of His 2 fingers drove her up the wall.. her back slipping easily along the smooth surface.. the stake and axe securely holding her arms in place... buried deeply into the flesh of her hands... If she could have screamed.. she would have.. but her voice was taken from her at the moment.. the pain was sooo great... the humiliation of having Him.. His fingers.. inside her... she could only scream silently....

He growled at her again, pulling his fingers out a bit before plunging back into her, deeper this time, lifting her so that her arms were straight across against the wall.

His fingers dug deeper.. this time she indeed did cry out.. the sound vibrating past her lips... to rattle the walls before dying out slowly... He was almost fully supporting her on that wall now... her body was trembling.. a wash of wetness.. not of pleasure.. but of neccessity.. coating those cold sharp lengths that impaled her... the muscles gripping tightly... her virginity... that thin barrier.. could be felt He was so deep within her..

"MMMMMASTERRRRR"


The scream woke Tasa up, she sitting bolt upright in bed.... what the hell time was it?? Blinking, the nightmare clouding her mind, her eyes refusing to focus.. she stared at the clock...

6.... 6am????

She looked again, no, it was 6pm... she had slept the better part of the day. She'd never get anything done at the house if she kept this up. "Maybe I should just spend the night there tonight" she mummbled to herself as she climbed out of bed.

She chose NOT to think about the nightmare she had.

An hour later, she had packed an ovenight bag, had something to eat, thrown on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, and was heading toward the house. The sun was just starting to set. She did not even realize that she had inadvertantly thrown the collar, the collar with the engraved letter L upon it... into that same overnight bag.....

 

[poohlive]

she sat next to Him, curled up by his side. her body still quaked from the orgasms, their echoes reverberating throughout her. Wonderful tendrils of His touch, still playing in her mind and on her flesh.

It wasn't until He moved, shifted to gather up His clothing that she spoke. A soft, mewling escaping her before words could form.

"Sir, I... wanted to know where my collar was?"

He stopped, turning on her. There was a rare flash of emotion on his face, before shadows once more draped around his features. He paused, staring at her, letting the silence build up between them.

"your collar?"

"Your collar, Si-"

At a moment He was on her, his hand gripping her neck, bringing her close to Him. It was the first time Emily did not wish to be close to her Master.

"A pet... a well trained one would know she owns nothing. My collar is a gift I give, to those who want it."

"I want it, Sir. I do. I am sorry."

"No, you are not sorry, you are jealous. What do I need with a pet that can not even trust her Master? What good is a pet who glares at other women, and acts childish in front of Him? you are no pet."

She crumbled at his feet, kissing them, daunting upon them. He paused, only because He was not done with her yet. Had he been, His presence would have already left her.

"you know who has the collar, don't you?"

"No... no Master, not her."

"Call her once more, tell her I wish to see her."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Emily had begged, humiliated at His feet, her throat bare, and just the thought of that, just the feel, made her feel more empty than she had ever felt in her entire life. He had taken her, He had brought forth from her a flood of orgasms, she screaming out to Him until her throat was raw....

She pleaded for her.... no... HIS collar once more. Emily even offered her throat, her life, not understanding quite what that meant. He refused.

"you know who has the collar, don't you?"

"Call her once more, tell her I wish to see her."

**************

Tasa was sipping a glass of wine, a fire was going in the hearth. Before her she had several open boxes, newspaper articles, hand written notes, several bibles, many dating back hundreds of years. She was more interested in the handwritten notes her Grandfather had made, some in the margins of the news articles, most dealing with horrific deaths of one kind or another. If she read further into the written peices she would find it dealt with the legends of vampires, blood, victims throats being ripped out.

For the moment she was just looking thru alot of the papers, some containing pictures.

"He really believed there were some kind of vampires in this world, from way back when til now" she murmered to herself as she noted the dates, some as recent as the cult killings that had taken his own life.

The ringing of her cell phone startling her, she jumped, a sharp intake of breath taken...

"Hello?"

"Hi Tas"... it was Emily.. and she did not sound like herself at all..

"Em.. are you ok? What... what happened last night?" Tasa had been
bothered by Em's .... well... attitude and reaction last night at the club, and her disappearing like that, even when with a Master, was against character for her when they had gone to the club together.

"I'm sorry about last night" she whispered, tears springing to her eyes. Emily was sooo confused. Her feelings for her newest Master and His.... desire... for her best friend.

"Listen.... Master wants to see you again"

"me? Em, I don't understand, why?" Tasa's heart was excitedly pounding in her chest, a sensation she could not explain...

"Tas... He only told me He wishes to see You..." Em whispered, her voice quivering slightly...

"Well, I'm at my Grandfather's. Please feel free to come by here. We can have a drink... how does that sound?"

"Perfect" came the answer, but the voice on the other end of the phone was no longer Emily's....

Tasa went back to reading thru the more recent scribblings of her Grandfather, but most made no sense. Half thoughts, and what looked like maybe memories... there were diagrams and statements that eluded to how to kill a vampire. He really was obsessed, Tasa thought to herself, pouring another glass of wine.

When the doorbell rang less than an hour later, she unfolded herself off of the couch, bare feet, comfortable jeans that hung low on her hips, she having slipped into a white tank top, the house was rather stuffy, but at least the open windows were helping to air it out. She swore that her Grandfather never opened the windows. "Probably didn't want to let any Vampires in" she half laughed to herself as she opened the door....

He was standing there.... alone.........

Tasa felt her heart pause, and for a moment, she could not move. The darkness seemed to slither around Him, like a playful pet that only He commanded. Yet His eyes, glowing a deep, crimson red, stood out, meeting, and holding her golden gaze...

"Please.... come in" she managed to whisper, only half expecting to see Emily behind Him, maybe even crawling.

But she knew, deep inside, that He.... had come alone...

 

[poohlive]

He had never seen the enterior. Not with his own eyes. Usually he saw it through the eyes of others, imaging what a Van Helsing house would contain. He almost expected to have crosses on every wall, and garlic over every doorway.

"I wanted to see you," He said, slipping past the door, his form moving next to her as he did so. Just passing her, his body almost touching, almost caressing. He threatened to lean into her, but passed, just as the moment grew thick.

How exquisite. It had the look of quaint familiarity. Richard had been an old man, very old, and the house reflected it. It showed his age like nothing else he had seen before. He moved into the hallway, looking at the other rooms.

"You never even looked back when you left me last night. And... I thought you liked to watch."

He cocked his head to one side, looking at her, examining her. Was she trying to invite him in further, or push him out? She seemed desperate for one... for both, she looked like a pet lost, wanting a Master to make decisions, and she quietly follow.

"That did not stop you from taking the collar though, did it? Tell me, young one, why did you take the collar?

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"I wanted to see you"

He was alone, why did she not find that .... surprising???

"You never even looked back when you left me last night. And... I thought you liked to watch."

With a soft click, she closed the door, turning to face Him.

"I like to chose who I watch is all.... I am not one to stare.. at a friend. That tends to make them... nervous"


The flickering light form the hearth in the main living room danced into the hall, licking over His form, so tall, so dark, it was almost as if the shadows around Him were battling the light. She let her eyes, golden, gleaming, so much like her Grandfather's, linger upon Him...

He was so very handsome, dark, strong, and very.... Dominant. Tasa felt such a strong attraction to Him, something she had not felt in a long, long time. Most men were, weak, to her. She had no use for the majority of them. But Him, He was sooo different.


"That did not stop you from taking the collar though, did it? Tell me, young one, why did you take the collar?"

The collar? What was He.... wait, she had taken the collar off of the table. She had been bold enough, with the couple of drinks in her, and in her tired state of mind, to see what it would look like against her throat, wrapped about her neck...

Why had she taken it...??

"I.... I don't know" she answered honestly, taking a step back from Him, His presence so Dominant, so intimidating.

"Can I get You a drink........." she paused, one thing her grandfather had, was an extensive collection of wines and liquer.... She glancing over her shoulder, realizing that she still did not know His name... " And what is Your name? I assume it begins with an L"

She had walked into the main room, where she had been sitting. A glass of wine resting on the small end table, various papers and the like strewn about, on the hearth of the fireplace was a large wooden stake, Tasa had not removed it yet, but indeed did find it a bit creepy. Altho there were not crosses or holy water in every corner of the house, there were several scattered about, hanging or having fallen, the holy water hidden in several flasks, each carefully marked.. she had found 3 so far, including an open one in the study where He had died.

 

[poohlive]

"Such an old house, so rich and full of histories. I am sure it has stories to tell... stories that will never be told."

He drank from the glass of wine offered, his lips coming up to the blood red wine, swirling it in his mouth. Fine, exquisite even. Richard did not look to be a wine man, but perhaps he had underestimated the man.

He took a seat in the room, a nice plush lounge chair with a high back. It looked like a throne, and he the kin, sitting atop of it, adressing a lady who had come in to ask him a question. A smile kissed him as he stared at her up and down.

"You do have my collar, I take it?" He had ignored her question about the name, ignored it on purpose, "May I see it?"

He allowed her to leave, to go and gather up his collar from wherever it was. A bag, inside her bag of clothes and personal belongings. How intimate. How affectionate.

"Tell me, did you try it on? Did you want to feel it close to your skin? It is ok... I left it there for you. I hoped you would pick it up, you would want to wear it. For, wearing it, my collar, my letter, means so much, does it not Emily?"

He sipped at wine, sat near the fire, and stared at her. He was comfortable, as comfortable as this were his own house, but her?

How was she?

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"You do have my collar, I take it, May I see it?"

Did she have His collar here? She didn't remember actually packing it and almost told Him that, but then again, she had better check. Setting down her own glass of wine, she disappeared for a few moments, the bedroom she had decided to use was the guest bedroom right off the small den on the first floor.
Tasa was surprised to find the collar, set carefully in the mesh bag that contained her panties and bras that she had brought to the house. Pausing, she thought again, trying to remember picking it up, placing it in there, but she just could not. At the moment she could hardly remember taking it from the club...

"Tell me, did you try it on? Did you want to feel it close to your skin? It is ok... I left it there for you. I hoped you would pick it up, you would want to wear it. For, wearing it, my collar, my letter, means so much, does it not Emily?

Her heart was pounding, as she stood there, staring at Him. Could He hear it? The steady, rapid *thud thud thud* sounded so damned loud to her. And why was she trembling? Why did He make her so nervous? She had met Dominant's before, Tasa was not one to be intimidated by a mere Dominant, no matter her own submissive tendancies... But He was so very different...

"He is different... be careful princess" the words floated in her mind, her Grandfather's voice, whispering, quiet, warning....

"Emily?" she questioned... Did He look at her and see the same as He did with Emily? One thing Tasa always disliked about her wild friend was the fact that she tended to bounce from Master to Master. That bugged Tasa to no end. She saw submission as a committment, not a whim, and it was not something to be taken lightly. But then again, most of the men Emily bowed down before were nothing more than wanna-be's... that is until Him.... yes... He was different...

As was she... she was not Emily...

"careful princess"

"Perhaps it is Emily that should be holding this collar, is this not the one that once graced her throat? Why would You take it from her?"

No wonder Emily did not sound herself. He had taken the collar from her, she had to be upset... so very upset.. but if He were thinking of her, why was He here, in her living room, sipping her wine... ???

"what... do You want ... of me?" she asked, her eyes focusing on Him, those golden eyes, so much like her Grandfather's who had stared into His just before he died.... before he screamed and died....

 

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"Emily does not understand what it means to wear a collar. You saw the way she looked at me, and at you when she saw us sitting. That is not a way for any pet to look at her Master. And it is certainly no way to behave. A pet is submissive, silent, steady by her Master's side... like you were."

That last part thrilled him, as he sipped again at his drink. The collar was indeed in her hand. She held it, was it lovingly, longingly? Is that the word he could use to describe how she held it? Certainly more than an object, certainly more than a piece of leather.

"And I only met her to get to you, to meet you Tasa. You were the one I wanted, from the beginning. You've always been the one I wanted... the one I have been waiting for."

He rose, like silk across bare skin he moved to her. The smooth fluidity, almost as if he were not walking, but striding towards her. He stood close, his hand coming up to her chest, fingers trailing along the simple shirt, to her beating heart underneath.

"You are trembling so... and your heart, it beats as if you were running a marathon. I do not scare you, do I? I do not strike fear in you. Do you wish me to leave?"

He seemed to dare her with that question, trying to see if she would gather her courage and force him out. His hand stood still next to her heart, the feeling of her rushing blood exciting him to no end.