Vampires Embrace

[AngelofDeath]

Mina sat in front of her mirror brushing her raven hair. She could hear her servants below opening the club and setting up feeding stations and such.

Setting her brush down she turned and pulled her dress to her, if you could really call it that. It was a read slip of cloth that left very little to the imagination. Her generous breast were nearly spilling out and the lower half of the dress only cover her vagina and right leg. Her red stilletoes moved soundlessly across the marble floor as she made her way downstairs. Smiling at the servant her brought her a glass of blood wine she said, "Open the doors." She then made her way over to her throne, one of the last reminders of her homeland, and sat down. Vampire's Embrace was open.

 

[Lethe]

The Vampire's Embrace had not been open long, but already it was beginning to fill with the pale, dark-eyed ones, the predators and sometimes, the hapless, romantic ones who would be like them, and would end up only being their prey.

Ambrose sighed.

"You were called Jack Oblivion in those days", said his companion reminiscently. His playful, almost chiding tone was irritating Ambrose.

Ambrose shrugged. "It was the 'Sixties. We all called ourselves things like that"

"It is true you invented LSD?"

"No"

The tone was flat and didn't invite further comment. His companion paused, mildly taken aback, then carried on as though nothing untoward had happened.

"And yet you don't look a day over twenty-one. How old are you, Ja- Ambrose? Where do you really come from?"

Ambrose inspected his wine-glass carefully, twirling the slender stem around his fingers for a few moments.

"If you want the truth", he said eventually, " I'm not sure I know any more. I've dealt in dreams and lies and drugs and shadows so long that I'm no longer shore where they end and my real life begins"

He looked at his companion, uncharacteristically open. "It's not amnesia. I know my memories are still there. I can feel them... in the back of my head, but if I reach for them, try and recall them...". He snapped his fingers. "They're gone. Fragile, like cobwebs. I remember playing in a garden, with three other children. I remember sitting, drunken, in a beer-hall in Munich, and laughing and laughing when a funny little man with a moustache came in and started making speeches. I remember selling Peter the Hermit his very first vision. Do I truly remember these things? Or do I remember dreaming them, or creating them as a fantasy of immortality I sold to a client?"

Ambrose shrugged. His companion smiled nervously. "But you can get me what I want?"

"Oh yes", said Ambrose. "Everything you requested. Soon you'll forget your three divorces, your present cheating wife, your ungrateful, nagging kids and the dead-end job you worked in for the last forty years. You'll forget the old, homeless man you killed in that car accident you never reported, you'll forget the money you embezzled. You'll remember your life as a golden time, your wife as a beautiful and faithful woman, your kids as little treasures, every one, and the interesting and useful work you did for society"

His client nodded.

"I've told you this", added Ambrose, "But once again. No dream lasts forever. Within a couple of weeks, the effort of your subconscious in suppressing the reality of your life will have drained you completely. You'll die"

For the first time, his companion smiled. "You knew me in the 'Sixties, Jack. You knew me when I was full of hope and ambition. It's better to live like that, even for a short while, than to go on in greyness
"'You know what I was,
You see what I am: change me, change me!'"


Ambrose nodded. "I despise someone who lives for their dreams. I respect someone who'll die for them". He raised his wine-glass. "To love and death"


Half an hour later, his companion had left the Embrace and Ambrose stalked towards the throne at the end of the room.

"Mistress Bloodthorne", he said, bowing, "I trust business goes well?"

 

[AngelofDeath]

Mina smiled and nodded to Ambrose. "as always. I see your companion has left for the evening." She ran a hand down through her hair and held it out to him.

 

[Lethe]

Ambrose brushed his lips against Mina's hand.

"Yes. Not really his scene. I was just glad he didn't cause any trouble with your... regulars.
"Anyway, I am, as always, most grateful for your allowing me to carry out my various dealings. The shop itself is rather too cramped, as you're aware. I thought, in gratitude, I'd offer you this, which I came across recently"

Ambrose's hand reached into a pocket of his dark coat, and drew out a shimmering red flower, petals tightly curved.

"It's a bloodrose. They bloom only at midnight, once every seven years, in the heights of the Transylvanian mountains. They say the first one sprang up where the drops of blood from Vlad Dracul's first victim landed. Romantic, if rather sanguine"

Delicately, Ambrose placed the rose in Mina's hair, tucking it behind her ear.

 

[English Lady]

Victoria Noir

I have never felt such nervous excitement before and i feel like i might burst. Wlaking through the crowds of people knowing that many of them gathered here are immortals.

I wondered if they could smell my hot blood? could they tell how quickly it was coursing through my veins.


I had dressed to impress this night, putting on a newly purchased and incredibly expensive Mossy green velvet dress. Cut low over my opulent milky white breasts the material flows down right to my ankles, the full skirt swishing suductively as I walk. I am wearing soft satin slippers in the same tone of green as my dress and carrying a matching clutch bag,shimmering in the muted light of the club.


I have left my neck bear, my hair scooped up ontop of my head in a high pony tail and formal bun, a few curly strands left loose to decorate and emphasise my delicate facial features.

I knew that I was prey, i saw many sets of piercing eyes watching me, i could feel their lust not only for my body but my blood. I was not sure how I was going to become one of them but i was determined so to do.

As I wandered I was looking, looking for a vampire who i could engage in conversation.flirt with maybe,create some kind of bargain....I am desperate.

If I am not to live on as an immortal, i am not to live on at all. tonight is the night when the decision will be made.

 

[Anher]

Janus Fabius

Stepping through the door and pausing only long enough to allow his eyes to adjust Janus took a quick inventory of the patrons. Noting a few of the younger vampires just by their attempts to hide their actual nature. He however had no fear of discovery, blending in almost seamlessly in his trench, close fitting polo shirt, and jeans.

He ignored the minor functionaries who tried to get in his way, noting the woman trying hard to impress someone and those who took an interest in her. He too took a moment to asses her but for the moment his attention was elsewhere, perhaps he would look back to her later. For now, however, he pressed through the crowd, in actuality the crowd seemed to make way for him, a person moving here, a couple stepping aside there, as he made his way to the back, and the owner to introduce himself.

Reaching the throne he ignores the man, however he does wait for Mina to acknowledge him before saying anything.

 

[AngelOfDarkness]

Jayven appeared in the room of Vampires Embrace. He had never been here before and wondered how often he would be back. He did, after all enjoy the challenge of prey, but once in a while, any easy kill was a good thing. He was immediately satisfied with the dim lighting of the place, for anything more had always hurt him. His bright green eyes scanned the room, noting the younger vampires, the older ones, and the ones just looking for a prey. He chuckled to himself at the younger vampires attempts. "Yes," he told himself, "I was actually that naive once." Slinking into a corner, he dropped himself onto a sofa and made his long body comfortable. He released his dark aura into the crowd, knowing that other vampires would feel it and ignore it, while the mortals would be drawn to it. He closed his eyes, waiting for his dinner to arrive.

 

[English Lady]

Victoria Noir

It was the strangest of feelings....it came upon me suddenly....like a heavy cloudburst soaking me to the bone.

My whole being ached and i did not know for what..I could feel it wrapping around me, mesmerising me tugging on my nipples, caressing all my erogenous zones and teasing my sopping wet cunt.


The spell pulled me along, I pushed through the crowd not knowing where i was going but knowing i must reach my destination.



I saw a figure reclining upon a deep dark crimson sofa,right up into a darkened corner. his eyes are shut but i nkow he is the source of the compulsion i had been feeling. I knw then he was no human. my heart thudded even faster and I became aware of how dry my mouth was.


I lick out my tongue and caress my lips. standing only a few inches from this intoxicating male figure i take a deep breath and wait for him to acknowledge me.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Mina smiled at Ambrose and said, "Thank-you, it's lovely." Turning to Janus she said, "How good to see oyu again. I did not think you'd be gracing us with your prescene." Mina still carried a slight accent so her words were heavy and sweet.

She'd taken notice of the girl and nearly laughed. She truly wanted to be taken, did she?

 

[spiritual_love]

Corinth crouched in the darkened corner of the alley. Beneath her boots were little pools of bright crimson. They had been diluted with water, but was blood nevertheless. It tickled her nostrils causing a surge in her already growing hunger. She sensed the wounded was mortal, which caused her to scowl. She has a taste for her own kindred.

For such a young creature of the night, she was uncannily powerful, perhaps from the numerous times she had ingested her sire's blood. But all this was cast aside in Corinth's mind. She missed him despite some of the horrific, delicious things he had ordered her to do and the things he had done to her.

She was alone. It was a chosen path. Many had offered her positions in their cliques and clans. They all sought to harness her burgeoning strength which they believed one day would make her an immense power in the vampire realms. The problem was, Corinth's path had been set. She served. She did not seek to control, to rule and this bewildered many of her kin.

Finally she rose from her crouched position. Disturbing the shadows, which had masked her form. She stretched her full five feet and began to walk down the street. She ignored the blatantly sexual gazes of the sex hungry teens she passed. She could kill them if she desired, but there had been no order. She merely continued her path steadily.

Black leather boots clicked as she moved along, she was able to pick up the position of everyone around her due to her sensitivity to her surroundings. Her slender hips rode from side to side in a teasing dance causing the short hem of her black, flared skirt to bounce revealing the plump little curve of her ass cheeks. Her top was simply black as well, the majority of her kind chose the color or perhaps one more shocking, red, for instance. The top was simply a little halter, covering her slight breasts, she wasn't immensely endowed up top, but very nicely shaped for her size. Her tongue bathed her lower lip as she felt her flesh prickle with sensation. She was nearing the club.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Vladmire, one of Mina's personal servants came up with a tray of blood wine. Vladmire had been with her father long before she'd been born, and had stayed by herside since her flight.

"Thank you Vladmire." Mina said taking the fresh glass.

Vladmire looked ot be only 27 at the most, but he was in fact immortal. Cursed by a witch for his infedilty, Vladmire would not die and as such would always take care of her.

Vladmire only nodded and bowed. His eyes on the other two as he turned and left.

 

[spiritual_love]

Corinth made her way through the people gathered outside. Many turned their eyes towards her, mortal and kindred alike, knowing who she was, what she represented. She was a bit of a legend amongst the kindred who had never met her. Simply for serving her Sire. She nearly died with laughter when she had heard of the words being passed around about her. Then again, one couldn't die of laughter if they are already dead.

She worked her way through the crowd, nodding to a few whispered greetings. She was greeted with scowls as well. She knew she wasn't particularly liked by everyone, in fact it seemed the list of enemies was steadily growing as she refused to settle down with one group. She passed by the security at the front without a hitch, they simply stepped aside and allowed her entrance. It caused her to wonder if she was expected.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Mina looked up and saw Corithn. "Excuse me, won't you?" Mina said to janus and Ambrose. Without waiting for a reply she stood and walked across the floor. Kin and human alike parted for Mina Bloodthrone.

She stood in front of Corinth and said, "So glad you could join us." She looked Corinth over and smiled. yes she would do perfectly.

 

[spiritual_love]

"Good evening, Ma'am. It's a pleasure to be here for this evening."

Corinth's head dipped slightly with respect. One of the many things she had been taught by her Sire. As her chin lifted, her brilliant greens eyes met that of the woman before her. She had heard about her through the vampire circles. She was half and proprietor of the club. She contineud to absorb details about the woman as she spoke. Her voice a mixture of pleasant wonder and intrigue.

"It seems as though you have a success on your hands, Ma'am."

 

[AngelofDeath]

Mina's viloet eyes glowed, "Embrace is just a place of solace for our kin. We have only one rule here, No killing. Feed here a smuch as you want, but if you must kill do it elsewhere."

She reached a hand out and brushed Corinth's hair, 'You are very beautiful. And very young. Your Sire was greedy, he should have waited. Come i will introduce you."

Mina took Corinth's hand and led her through the crowd which closed behind them. At her throne she said, 'Ambrose and Janus I'd like to introduce, Corinth. I'm sure you've both heard of her."

Mina was tired of blood laced wine. She may have been a half, but she craved for fresh blood.

"Ambrose why don't you and young, corinth here chat?" turing to Janus she said, "Join me upstairs."

 

[Lethe]

Ambrose smiled, as if at a private joke.

"Pleased to meet you, Corinth. You've certainly been making ripples"

Ambrose had heard the rumours about this one. Perhaps an omen of the final nights, a fledgling vampire with that much power. The thought did not concern Ambrose. Life for a long time had felt thin and without substance. In some ways, the thought of final dreamless sleep was quite attractive...

Ambrose shook himself mentally.

"Please, sit down, Corinth, isn't it?"

 

[spiritual_love]

"Embrace is just a place of solace for our kin. We have only one rule here, No killing. Feed here a smuch as you want, but if you must kill do it elsewhere."

Corinth nodded her head in understanding. It was well known she had no problem with killing. She preferred to do so when feeding, but lately her ways had been more calm with the passing of her Sire. Most had mixed opinions about this little aspect of her personality, because the majority of the bodies left in her wake were kindred.

She walked along slowly as she was drawn through the parting crowd with Mina. Her hand cupped gently within the woman's graps. Corinth barely gave a glancing gaze to those clearing the pathway.

She listened attentively as she was introduced to two. Janus and Ambrose. The names burned into her memory. Emerald orbs cast upon the features of each of the men, further committing the differences of each into her mind.

"Pleased to meet you, Corinth. You've certainly been making ripples."

Turning to face the one named, Ambrose, her ghostly gaze sparkled in the dimmed light of the club. She was always cautious before speaking, her thought processes always very thorough.

"The ripples are simply created by the lack of others imaginations, Sir." Her lips were barely moving as she spoke, the words seemed to brush along his mind more than his ears.

"It is Corinth. It is an honour and pleasure to meet you as well, Ambrose."

Smoothing her skirt behind her as she slid into the offered seat, she kept her gaze trained upon him.

 

[Lethe]

"Well, imagination was never a vampiric personality trait. That's probably why so few of them become my customers"

Ambrose leaned casually forward, dark eyes intent on Corinth's pale face.

"Perhaps you'd be different"

From another pocket of his coat, he retrievd a small flash and uncorked it. A sharp, pleasant smell came from the open top.

"It's called soulwine. Many of my customers take nothing else. Would you care for a sip?". Ambrose swirled the liquid within thoughtfully. It was colourless and yet somehow suggested all the colours of the rainbow within its depths. "It's brewed from innocence. It'll make you feel young and strong"

Ambrose smiled, as if once again seeing something amusing nobody else did.

"But then you are young, and strong, aren't you?"

 

[spiritual_love]

"Strong and young. That's the rumour. I've yet to classify myself as one or the other, Ambrose. I'm just me. Corinth, nothing less, nothing more." She was growing amused with the smile that seemed to shadow his features, "Besides, I'm sure you have already sensed what I am and capable of, Sir."

Her words were now simply cast upon your mind, a little gift she had started perfecting when she was embraced. Her Sire had communicated with her in this manner. At times, it was the only way they spoke. Their minds had been equally embraced to one another so to speak.

"Soulwine." She finally spoke the word cautiously. "You are the merchant of this product? The supplier of those who become addicted to this concoction? Seems as though it would be a viable business."

Her hand lifted in a smooth motion, brushing aside a stray tendril of blonde hair. She took a deep breath, though the action was not needed, after she was a member of the walking dead.

 

[Lethe]

"Addiction? I don't like the word. My customers simply realise how good soulwine is".

Ambrose didn't like soulwine much either. It was made from innocence, which would only be obtained from children and lunatics. It left behind bitter, cynical wrecks. It was a costly vintage.

"Soulwine is not my only commodity by any means. I deal in dreams and memories. Is there something unpleasant you do not wish to remember any more? Is there something pleasant you would wish to remember? Do you wish for a dream of passing beauty, or perhaps a horrific nightmare? You can even sell some things. You have... hmm... mystery. That's always in demand"

There was laughter in Ambrose's voice.

 

[spiritual_love]

"I could say you possess the same characteristic. Mystery."

Corinth knew that she did possess an air of mystery. It wasn't manufactured, it was absolutely natural. It was something that has embraced her since her mortal years. She considered the words of the merchant speaking of what he could provide. Promoting his business, a sign of a good owner.

Ambrose. She again wondered the familiarity of the name. Had her Sire spoke of him before? Had he been a client of his? Again the man's laughter streamed forth, brushing along Corinth's ears. She had focused entirely upon him. Though constantly aware of her surroundings she had drowned out the sounds of the club around them.

"Why do you seem so familiar to me?" She asked quietly, knowing she could perhaps touch his mind...if he allowed the brush, but most declined the intrusion. "You knew my Sire?"

 

[AngelOfDarkness]

Jayven opened his eyes, sensing that his powrful aura had brought him a young girl, standing just a few feet away from him. His thick black eyelashes fluttered over his unusually pure and bright green eyes (part of the warlock in him). He took a minute to look her over, part for her beauty, part for her vampiric potential, and part for how well she would feed. He ran a scarred hand through his raven black hair, then removed his jean-clad leg from the sofa and patted it, beckoning her to sit down. She sat down abnormally close to him and he chuckled, knowing his aura was still upon her. He opened her mind. She was young, she wanted to be a vampire. But was he willing to risk his reputation to make such an innocent child a vampire? After all, he could tell she had no connection other than interest to his race. He studied her again and asked her a question directly through her mind. "What's your name?"

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[English Lady]

Victoria Noir

As the dark figure opened his eyes i swear I gasped out loud.

SO green,so deep,so mesmerizing!

A fleeting half smile crosses his face as he swings his long legs down off the sofa and pats it with his hand. I sit down without thought,close enough that our thighs chaffe against each other.


And then....there it was in her head

"What's your name?" his lips didn't move and the sound wasn't audible. It was in her mind


"Victoria" I reply biting down on my lip,a bad nervous action of mine.

"and yours?"

I try to look sexy and casual and cool whilst my insides turn to jelly.

 

[Lethe]

"Your sire..."

Ambrose frowned, as he always did when recalling memories more than a few days old. A swirl of images and feelings, too vague to be called memories, danced in his mind.

"I think I knew him, yes. Long ago, in Paris. I was called Leon, in those days, or perhaps I was someone different, whose name was Leon. It was during the Commune, after the great siege. Those were great times for your kind, Corinth. People went missing every night, and people just assumed they'd been killed by the Prussians, or executed by the Council, or just devoured by the hungry poor. Vampires flocked to Paris. It was their place for feast and revels, amid the death and suffering"

Ambrose half-closed his eyes, trying to remember those days, or what he dreamed those days were like.

"Your sire was different, even in those days. Your sire was cruel, and bloody, and wise. There was a reason they killed him, you know. There's nothing predators fear more than someone who preys on them themselves. In those days, I was a storyteller, and spellweaver. For a thimble-glassful of absinthe, I'd tell stories to anyone who would listen. Your sire involved me in some midnight intrigue, or perhaps I involved him... I no longer recall"

As ever, the memories were fleeting from Ambrose's mind, as he tried too hard to catch at them. He felt the brush of Corinth's mind against his own and, gently, he allowed her a little further in, to feel for herself the darkness and strangeness of his mind, its eerie dreams and power, its fractured memories and age. Even a moment of intimacy with such a mind could be overwhelming, so Ambrose soon blocked the contact.

 

[Anher]

Janus Fabius

Smiling at Mina he shrugged, "There seemed nothing better to do with my evening, so I thought I would stop and see what was about."

Ambrose... that name seemed to ring a bell within him, then again many did as he'd spent countless nights within the social circles. A brief nod as Mina and Ambrose stepped away eas all the indication he gave of their excused absence. As the blood wine neared he caught the scent causing him to let out an almost inaudible growl.

A soft chuckle at the mention of Paris, noting to himself the fact the French are so proud of their language, a language the started merely as his own spoken poorly. Memories of Paris, London, Rome, and a dozen other places and times flash through his head. Blinking his way free of his thoughts he turns to his hostess.

"As you wish, Lady Mina." Stepping close to her and offering her his arm for support. "After you m'lady."