Toreador

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

Her tears still falling, Trent threw her to the bed. She recoiled from his passion, her anger replaced with confusion.

"A gift? This is no gift. I'm a monster. I'm..."

She could not bring herself to say what she felt she'd become.

Then he drew over her and she whimpered in her fear until...his touch on her cheek, his kiss on her lips, his tongue flicking at the remaining blood. She trembled at the sight of his enjoyment as he savored the taste, but then his kiss quelled any thought but her enjoyment of his mouth, his hands.

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

"Oh... You're wrong... It IS a gift... Just... Just give me time to show you..." Trent whispered between the draw of his lips over her's. His hands explored over her body like a cat, patting at its prey. He pulled back, looking into Serina's eyes. "And now, my love... We will be one, as lovers..." And with that, he leaned down, his fangs extended, bone white in the scante light of the room, he bit into her breast where he had before, only this time, immortal blood flowed into his mouth, and so he began the most intimate pact his kind could bind themselves to.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

The man of her dreams was again seducing her as her body yielded to his touch. But this time it was more intense, more demanding, more inviting.

As he lowered his fangs to her breast, she arched her back to greet him, instinct again commanding her. The sensations were unlike anything any mortal could feel nor understand.

She twined her fingers in his hair, pulling him fully to her as she arched and writhed in the exquisiteness of it, a feeling of oneness developing as he drew sustenance from her.

 

[Ravenloft]

trent:

Drawing away with but a mouth full of Serina's immortal blood, trent swallowed, opening his lips in a gasp of hot, lustful desire, then he crushed his lips upon her own, and it was like the writhing of two asps, the way they kissed, so wild, each abbandoned to the 'sinnfulness' of their existance.

"Serina..." Trent gasped as he tossed his head back, breaking the kiss violently as he felt her fang peirce his lip. "No more..." He hissed, his hands upon her shoulders, holding her still, he looked into her eyes a heat, a wild heat to his gaze.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

She didn't know what had possessed her but she gave herself willingly to it. Her body was in control and she hungered for him. His kiss made her blood boil and she writhed in the intensity of the pleasure.

His sudden withdrawal left her bereft and she groaned at the separation.

"Trent, I need you. Please."

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

"I know..." Trent whispered, still holding her still. "Oh Serina..." He groaned, his tongue showing crimson still. "...Tomorow... T... Tomorow night... There will be more..." He seemed truly pained, but he rose to his feet and stumbled toward the door. His back to her he called his command. "Sleep... Sleep now... You will need it for tomorow..." His hand caught the frame of the door way, and he slumped against it, arching his back, casting his cold blue eyes back toward her, then slipped from her sight. It was like a cold stab into his heart, leaving the vision of her, now, immortal beauty... He couldn't immagine how it must feel for her... Yet...

As he made his way to his chambers, there, standing before him was Rene'. "Wha... What is it good Rene'?" Trent asked, unable to hide his weakened state as he rested against the door to his own chambers.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*He smiled*

Another for the fold tonight Sir..

*He assists him, as he had so many times before...as a friend, towards his chambers*

Shall I attend to Mistress Innocente as soon as I get you to rest?

*He smiled a little, as the weakened master leaned on him*

You should not overextend yourself so...

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

"Listen well, she is more than just some sort of... Meaningless conquest..." Trent hissed. "Never mistake that..." Trent paused as he laid back upon his bed. "Yes... Yes, see that she wants for nothing, do you understand, fullfill her every need..." Trent said with a passion. "Go... Now... There is a decanture waiting for you down in the dinning room... You... have served me well today..."

 

[Roland Gilliad]

No sir. I will not.

*ANd he ment it...*

Yes sir I will make certain. As soon as madame is asleep I will attend to it..

*he stopped at the door smiling*

It was my pleasure sir.

*HE bowed himself out of the room, swiftly walking thorugh the hallways, and arriving in the room, carrying in his arms a Change of clothing for her...perfectly tailored to her*

Madame Innocente. I have been instructed to make certain you have whatever you wish..

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

She ached to follow Trent, an emptiness deeper than a canyon filling her. She yearned to be by his side through the day, her consuming lust demanding its need of her. She began to cry as her mind tortured her with the acts she had committed. She was just beginning to feel total depletion when Rene' appeared in her chamber.

Madame Innocente. I have been instructed to make certain you have whatever you wish..

She saw the clothing he held in his hand and wordlessly took them from him. She walked to the bed and carefully placed them upon the bedspread. Her rage toward the servant began to surface but her lassitude stole any action from her. She hung her head as she addressed him in a whisper.

"Rene', what I desire you cannot give me. My very life has been stripped from me, my soul gone forever, replaced by a loathesomeness that I cannot bear."

She turned toward him wondering exactly where he fit in in her new role.

"Leave me. I need rest more than anything you can provide me. When I arise from my slumber, I will leave this place never to return."

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*He shook his head* Your soul is not gone. You are not empty.

*he sighed. Disparate kindred...were she not so valuable, he would have let her choose her own way. but she was more to Trent...and he had his loyalty to uphold*

Prehaps no.

*he spoke slowly, crossing the room to her*

Madame. Do you really think all is now lost?

*He cocked her head at her*

I have seen far worse acts commited by those still human.

*He gestured to the other room* What you have done was out of a need so great, that it could not, and would not be denied. Listen madame..You. Have. Done. Nothing. Wrong.

I know you are upset. Few who undergo the change are anything but. But give it -time- madame.

*He held up a hand*

Leaving here will do you no good. Master trent will only come looking for you.

So I ask, please do not leave. You will find this world has greater pleasures than you could imagine.

*He was pleading with her slightly*

And do not say that I Cannot know what it feels like..for I do..but not from any change..***** did this to me once. Then I found Master Trent. And I found hope once more. Please madame innocente. Remain for a few days at the very very least.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

As she listened to Rene', her lassitude increased until she was forced to sit on the bed, no longer able to stand.

"Rene', I am not able to believe you. I AM a monster. I hate what your Master has made me. I did not choose this. I would rather die than continue except...except that would hurt Trent so deeply."

She faltered at the pain she would inflict in her death, appalled she had even considered it. She could no longer think, her weariness overcoming her. She began to fall, her hand holding out to him.

He rushed forward and caught her before she could harm herself.

"Rene', am I reduced to being a baby unable to tend to her own needs? Must I have help readying myself for my bed?"

She shook her head as he helped her change into her "nightclothes" and into bed. Her rage at his aiding Trent in her current condition was replaced by her gratitude in attending her needs and she succumbed to the slumber that seized her.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*The soft click as the door shut, and Rene sighed...Walking away from the door, his heels clicking gently against the marble floor, crossing the hallway, down the stairs...through the main hall..to the kitchen, Rene walked up to one cupord, opening it, he reached to the very very back, found the small square of wood and depressed it gently, A hidden drawer opening up, he removed the paper...it was a document, confirming the successful embrace of Sierra Innocente, He signed it as a witness, and Closed it, using Red Wax to seal it, he pushed the drawer closed, after removing a hidden vial...He would deliver this to the prince's offices at noon. The man was a bigger book keeper than the Giovanni...And rene respected that. Tremere or not*

*He placed the envelope on the counter, and uncorked the vial. It kept it Vitae levels strong, this blood he collected very carefully and very assiduously. Trent did not always remember to keep his ghoul well supplied, He removed the crystal tumbler from the cupboard, and poured three fingers of Scotch into it....Rene had taken a liking to it, chased with the alchohol so, It gave it an oddly distinguishing flavor. One rene privately enjoyed, once a week, if Trent forgot. He poured the contents of the vial carefully into the tumbler..when every drop was in, he washed the vial and carefully hid it in his pocket, he lifted the glass*

To the future....and to my embrace.

*He smiled, and Took it in three long sips, shivvering gently, he sat down, letting that inital rush of power and potency rush through his viens..he wrapped his arms around himself, and silently reveled in the rush of the vitae, letting it die slowly down, the fire renewed in his viens, reminding him of the day when the true power would finally be his....and, with those thoughts firmly in his mind, he began to go about the business of the household*

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

The day slipped away as it always did, as it had for the last fourty years of Trent's unlife. Finally he arose, and, as always, Rene' was right there, waiting for him. "Ah, Rene' how does my lady Serina fair? Tell me..." Trent urged as he sat at the edge of his bed. "I trust your judgment in such matters..."

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*He Stood there stoicly*

She has not awoken yet, though I do not expect her to for ten more minutes at the most. She is...distraught. Torn between what she once was and her love for you. I cannot quite fathom it, she has become somthing of a walking paradox. hating what she has done, and yet unable to destroy herself out of love for you. It seems to me as I Cannot reverse these feelings, despite my reassurances. I believe the only thing that will convince her is your constant presence. it may be the only way to prevent her from giving herself a rather lethal suntan. Despite that, I Do not know, You must show her that death is not linked to her directly...wean her off her first experiance with the hunger, and show her the delights of what she can do. Constant contact I think, is the key to her. Otherwise, I would give her no more than a week. Immediate action must be taken, and you sir, must be at her side when she awakes, I can give you no sounder advice than that.

*IT was perfectly sensable, as was everything rene said, and was said with the utmost respect*

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

"I see... Thank you Rene'... Oh, and make my chambers ready for two occupants from now on please. I go now, to recite the traditions to her..." Trent rose to his feet and glided across the room, past Rene' as he slipped a black silk robe over his shoulders that Rene' had resting over his arm. At the door way, he stopped, looking back. "Oh... And have you sent Serina's... certificate of 'birth' to our dear prince?"

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Yes sir, I have been preparing for such things scince this morning.

*He smiled. good ol rene. Always thought of everything damnit.*

Yes. Of course, Im not stupid enough to let that man go uninformed of a new childer in his province...

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

Without another word, Trent slipped from the room, his robe fluttering along behind him. He made his way to where Serina still slept, and before another minute passed he was kneeling next to her, his hand on her cheek to rouse her from her undead slumber. "Serina, awaken, there is much I must tell you, and the night threatens to be too short of it all..."

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

Her dreams were topsy-turvy, reliving the nightmare she had become, drenched in her victims' blood, then wracking her body in ecstatic eroticism as she coupled with Trent in their newly created bond.

The touch on her cheek roused her instantly and she beheld the man she both hated and yearned for. Her eyes blazed into his and she reached for him hungrily.

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

Trent submitted to a brief kiss, pouring a keen passion into it, then he broke it off and stared into Serina's eyes. "Serina, my dear, sweet love... There is so much you must learn... Listen now... You... Are a vampiress... You will live eternal, ageless in the beauty you do posess at this very moment, never changing, never aging... That, and more is the boon of our species... But our curse... Our curse, we must feed, as you have so cruely learned, and never again will the sun shine kindly upon us, and fire, the sun's earthly cousin, it too will spite us, but these are really trifles, easilly avoided by the wise..." Trent rose to his feet, lifting Serina with him gently. "Do you understand these things? Please, do ask what you do not understand, and I will do my best to explain..."

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

As his words sank in, she began to tremble violently. She already knew that he spoke the truth yet she had denied it to herself. She lowered her head and closed her eyes.

"I only have one question."

She raised her head and looked deeply into the eyes of her lover, her tormenter.

"Why? Why did you do this to me? I am ruined."

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

Trent held Serina's gaze for near a minute, then spoke. "Because, you are the one truly beautiful thing I have ever seen... And... I could not let your beauty fade, nor die... You're immortal now! Don't you see? You're not ruined! You are something greater now! No, ruin is not the path I have set you upon, just trust in me, and you will see..."

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

She was not mollified by his explanation, though it warmed her cold heart. She was experiencing new sensations each moment and was having difficulty assimilating it all.

She looked up into his eyes, sensing he was telling her the truth but not all of it. She sighed in her resigned desperation.

"All right, Trent. I will be patient. I fear I have no choice. But I'm frightened, so very frightened. Surely, you remember how it felt at first."

She drew her arms together beneath her busom, hugging herself, feeling colder than cold, and feeling a burning hunger.

"What must I learn to survive?"

 

[Guest]

Trent:

"Next are the traditions, the... 'Commandments' our kind live by, if you will. The first tradition: You must never reveil to a mortal what you are, without removing them from their mortality. The second: Your home, and your haunts are yours alone, your claim on them must be respected. The third: Permission from your sire must be granted to embrace, if you fail in this, both you and your childer are forfeit. The fourth: Your childer, while under your tutelage, is your burden to bare, his sins are your sins until the day of their recognition. The fifth: Present yourself to the prince in his domain, wherever you may go. And the sixth: You are forbidden to destroy another of our kind, that is the privilage of our elders." Trent recited the traditions as his sire had recited them to him.

 

[Ravenloft]

OOC: My post up there... Heh.