Writers Ménage (closed)

[Asa]

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Jasleena "Leena" Kelly
Writer
Mysteries-Erotic Romance-Paranormal Romance
Artist
Paint-Drawing-Photography

Writing led to art art led to writing. One always led to the other. The image dominating her mind or the words dominating her soul. Little did she know that accepting an invitation to a very unique little town with centuries of literary and artistic history would create the reality for the most dominant boom series she had ever written and give her the reality of the passion love loyalty lust hunger and lovers she had only ever written about​

Two failed marriages... Men she had let herself believe were some form of Mr. Right. They were safe... Artistic in their own minimal way but in time that puny little safe "fire" died and she magically had ended up "too difficult" for their self absorbed little lives. And in all honesty they had simply in time bored her. Was she really so strange and wild of a soul wanting the adventure passion and fire she wrote about. She had seen the touches of herself in the leading ladies of her books and what she wanted maybe deep down in the men in her life arms and bed... Or even at her feet.

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Aleksei stood before those of the town gathered in the tavern.

Tomorrow... The writers arrive... All types... Most will not know of the many secrets in our town. Share the history but not about the many unique races residing here. And for those who know the old legend of the witch of ink... She lives... We have found her and she will be arriving tomorrow. At last we have found the lost power it has been returned to the world.

Leena sat back on the plane thinking over her life she was a witch even though her mother wanted to hide that fact from her. It was hard to hide it after she wrote a paper for creative writing class in school about campfires and one appeared in her room. Then her mind drifted over her failed marriages but she dismissed thoughts of those two idiots quickly as the plane landed in Romania. Next leg of the trip was a 6hour train ride into the heart of the remote area where this little town was situated.

 

[Pound4Pound]

Oswald "Ozzy" Blake left the tavern, a coy smile on his face and a bit of a hop in his step. It had been nearly two decades since the vampire found his way back to the old world, five years since he'd settled in the peculiar village, and still the arrival of guests excited him. He couldn't wait to see the fresh faces, and perhaps persuade a few to come back to his room in the small cottage he shared with his sometime lover, Reign Caldorone.

They had been traveling together for years, even before Ozzy made his way back across the ocean. Something like fate brought them together all those years ago when both found themselves in the clutches of a pair of twin succubi at an outdoor music festival. They lay side by side in a tent while the women worked their carnal magic. Ozzy was completely enraptured, even before their eyes flashed that tale tell red, but Reign held his wits. Later, after Reign morphed himself into a lion the size of a grizzly bear to dispatch the twins, he told Ozzy that he knew of the women's plans before they dragged them into the tent. His mother had been a historian, of sorts, of the supernatural world and passed her knowledge onto her only son. She'd also told him the story of a vampire who'd been exiled for fraternizing with his wereguardian. Reign always thought it some kind of parable, a moral tale to teach children the value of ignoring prejudice but one look at Ozzy, he knew it was true. Those piercing grey eyes, unnaturally black hair, Reign knew that this was in fact the vampire from his mother's story.

That didn't mean he intended to remain in his presence, but Ozzy insisted on repaying his debt. Reluctantly, Reign allowed the charming vampire to tag along with him as he drifted from place to place. It wasn't until an unfortunate run in with a prominent politician by way of his wife and daughter that the two fled America all together, stowing away freighter ship to Europe. By then, the two had become something like friends. And when the nights were cold, or the cloak of loneliness was particularly heavy, that friendship turned into something more intimate. Passionate even, with Reign mounting the waiflike vampire in various forms and allowing Ozzy the pleasure of a cuddle after.

It had been a while since they indulged in such activities though. Since moving to the village, there were no shortage of willing partners. Human and otherwise. Reign was particularly popular amongst the visitors given his brooding demeanor. There was an air of mystery about him with his coy half smiles and strong brow. Ozzy was altogether different, with his ever present leather pants and deep V-neck shirts. He exuded sexuality like most people expelled air from their lungs and all he cast his eyes upon fell victim to the sway of his hips and charming smile.

They were an odd pair, Ozzy and Reign, so they fit well in the enclave of witches, vampires, werewolves, and goblins. There were at least one of every supernatural being, living in peace among a smattering of progressive humans. All did their part to keep their community going. Well, all but one.

"Oi, you missed the gathering my leonian friend," Ozzy called out as he came up the stone path that led to their cottage from the dirt road. He could hear the clanging of his hammer well before he came within sight of their house. The smoke from the forge billowed high into the air and Ozzy headed straight for it, his movements a blur as he sped through the front garden. "Aleksei seemed perturbed at your absence."

"Aleksei is always perturbed, I doubt my presence would change that," Reign grunted between blows of his massive hammer to the red hot steel on his anvil. "They're always the same anyway, the gatherings. Visitors coming, so be on your best behavior. Excuse me if I don't want to be apart of the side show."

"Well that side show's the only reason you ever sell any of these blades you insist on making..."

"I don't hold them to anyone's throat and insist they buy them," Reign said with a snort and Ozzy rolled his eyes.

"No you just grunt them a price and they dump their purses for fear that you may do just that. There won't be tourist this time anyway. Writer's and someone called the ink witch..."

Reign stopped his hammering at that, even set it down as he raised his eyes to meet Ozzy's. "You mean the witch of ink?"

"I guess," he answered with a shrug before he took up one of the finished swords from the table. A rapier, perfectly balance, and a small smile came to his lips as he gave it a quick flourish. "I had one like this," he mused as he took up his stance. "Oh the things I could do with this."

"It's yours..."

"At what cost?"

"Keep your dalliances at the end," Reign said with a raised eyebrow and Ozzy let out a dramatic sigh.

"You know, you're absolutely no fun."

"So you've told me."

 

[Asa]

Aleksei stood on the grand stage at the train station as the guests arrived. Welcoming each writer as the departed the train. The ghost of the last witch of ink to call the village home stood by him. Visible only to other supernatural beings she was there for one last task. Reveal to Aleksei who her descendant was and then she could at long last fade forever. She smiled pointing to Jasleena as she stepped off the train.

She looks so much like my baby sister Helena. Watch over her Aleksei...

And with that the old woman was gone. Aleksei introduced himself to her and smiled.

I am honored to be able to welcome you home. A long lost daughter of the village finally back in her ancestral lands.

Jasleena studied him for a moment.

Interesting how does such a strong Russian born Satyr hide so well in human disguise?

Aleksei laughed and nodded to her. You will find many surprises in our little village M'lady.

With that he offered her his arm and walked deep into the heart of the village with her introducing to various people till he neared Ozzy and Reign's home. He was most curious what the historian would have say about the return of a full witch of ink after so many proved to only wield partial powers.

 

[Pound4Pound]

Reign was on the roof when the train pulled into the station. He could hear the whistle from miles out, the oddly metallic scent of electricity filled the air, but that wasn't what drew his attention.

It was her, really her, he could feel it in his bones. The one with the ability to change any story with a few well placed strokes of the pin and her presence set his hackles, making it nearly impossible to finish his repairs. Especially when he noticed the path Aleksei took, straight past his door.

Ozzy was still asleep in his shuttered room at the back of the cottage when Reign jumped down from the roof, morphing into his lion before he hit the ground. He did a quick lap around their lot, marking his territory before pissing a line across the front steps. Any supernatural being who picked up that scent would know there was no invitation, but just to be sure, Reign leapt up onto the front porch. He gave his big body a shake before he settled onto his belly, his massive head resting on his paws, to wait.

 

[Asa]

Reign!

Aleksei called to him...

I would have thought our historian would have been eager to meet a lost daughter of the village. Such unfriendly behavior. Perhaps she should meet Bastien the town leopard instead. Jasleena forgive the lion and... Shall we go? I am sure others will be most pleased to meet you.

Jasleena lifted a brow but smiled softly to the the lion.

You protect well the vampire you share this home with... He is lucky to have such a friend. Farewell.

She turned to follow Aleksei as he called to another to introduce her much to her seeming discomfort.

 

[Pound4Pound]

Reign tipped his head at that, her seemingly open demeanor was nothing of what he expected from one so powerful.

Perhaps she doesn't know, he thought to himself as he watched them go. Well her anyway, Aleksei he ignored as usual. He hated the man and his forced obligations. Town historian...who does he think he is? I didn't sign up for that bullshit, came as he lumbered off the porch to pick up his discarded clothes in the yard. Another pair of pants ruined. Good thing I wasn't wearing a shirt.

He kept his lion as he made his way inside, sniffing the air as he went. The sun had yet to set but Ozzy was up, probably stirred by the power that just walked into the village. He wasn't as sensitive as Reign but even the most oblivious of the villagers would have felt her coming.

"Jasleena," he whispered as he came back to his human form and grabbed a beer from the fridge, chugging it down stark naked before grabbing another.

"Who's got your knickers in a knot," Ozzy called down but Reign didn't answer, lost in his thoughts of her. And that smile. He could hear the vampire shuffling around above him, probably digging out his heavy cloak to ward off the last of the sun. Reign made no moves to get dressed, even as he heard the vampire's light foot falls on the creaky stairs. "Well you knickers can't be knotted," he said with a chuckle and fell into the chair furthest from the window. "Be a dear and put the kettle on, tell old Ozzy all your woes."

Reign grabbed a bag of donor blood from the fridge, put it in a pot with a little water and set it on the fire. "It's definitely her," he grumbled as he gathered Ozzy's favorite chalice from the cupboard. "And she feels...I don't know...she doesn't...she looks..."

"Well spit it out man..."

"I could burn this if you want," Reign said with a raised eyebrow and Ozzy threw up his hands. "She doesn't look anything how she feels," he said finally as he poured the warmed blood into the chalice and passed it over to his friend.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"I have no idea."

 

[Asa]

Normally Aleksei was a laid back typical Satyr only becoming the more town official when he had to. History buff humans and historical societies they all annoyed him too but someone had to be the "political face" of the town and sadly it fell to the being who should be drinking and dancing his very long life away. He at least had the village wide feast to kick off this artistic and creative festival that invited only the most unique of their crafts be it mortal of supernatural.

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Jasleena sat relaxing against the ancient well sunk deep into the charcoals she was using to draw the centuries old tavern in the full moon light.

 

[Pound4Pound]

After some gentle coaxing, Ozzy finally convinced Reign to come to the tavern. Getting him to put on a clean shirt was another matter altogether. It took him a while but the vampire learned that he had to pick his battles with the less than jovial werelion so out they went. Ozzy wore his trademark leather pants and a blood red v-neck. Reign was dressed down in the work pants splattered with paint, grease, and gods knew what else and a simple white t-shirt. They couldn't look more different as the meandered down the meandering streets to the village square.

Reign felt her before he saw her, sitting alone near the well with a sketch pad in her lap. And he didn't realize he'd stopped until Ozzy called out to him from just inside the tavern door.

"Let me guess you'll catch up," he said with a smirk, and Reign simply nod his head before the vampire disappeared inside the smoky barroom.

"Excuse me," Reign said after clearing his throat, both hands tucked loosely into his pockets. A small smile on his face. His demeanor a far cry from what it had been earlier, but still he kept his distance. "Earlier...when you first arrived...I wasn't very welcoming and I wanted to apologize. That was more about Aleksei...all about him really. I'm not a big fan of the whole show scene so I just wanted to say I'm sorry and introduce myself to you properly," he said, extending his meaty callused hand. "I'm Reign, werelion, curmudgeon, all around Mr. Fix-it...and not at all the village historian," he said, smirking at the last.

 

[Asa]

Were felines tend to be historians due to how rare they normally are everywhere but here. It is a most interesting village. I was surprised to see a Satyr in a political type job... Yet then a Russian born Satyr is also a surprise.

Setting her art aside she stood and smiled go him taking his hand as she watchex his eyes.

I am Jasleena Kelly most know me better as Leena. It is nice to meet you and very nice to see that there are some weres in town that are more laid back than the hyper young jaguar fisherman. Do I scare your roommate or is he always so eager to get to the tavern?

She smiled softly again to him and reaching for her sketch pad she changed the page and turned it to him. Even though she only saw him for a short time she had done a charcoal drawing of him on the porch perfectly.

The magics seemed drawn to the eyes. They even in charcoal seem to glow and follow.

 

[Pound4Pound]

Reign smiled wide at the sketch. "Wow, who knew I looked so regal. As for Oz...well he's not much afraid of anything these days. Live as long as he has, you tend not to spook as easily I guess. He's more into the scene than I am. If not for you I probably wouldn't have come out tonight," he said before he could stop himself. "Not all lions are meant for the pride," he added with a shrug, lips pulled into a tight smirk. "Something my father used to say...anyway...I'll leave you to it then," he said as he slowly turned away.

He made it a few steps before he turned back and smiled. "It's nice to meet you Leena and Bine ați venit în Amurg Veșnic(Welcome to Dusk Everlasting)," he said, the last in choppy Romanian. Most everyone in the village spoke English so he didn't get much practice. "You could join us if you want," he heard himself say before he headed inside.

 

[Asa]

Turning she smiled and picking up her bag for her art and walked over to the tavern with him.

I think I will and you can introduce me to this Oz.

Smiling at him speaking in Romanian.

Love the language... Can't speak a word of it. At least five generations removed from the family that lived here.

Walking into the tavern she looked around less at the people and more the artistry of the ancient building.

 

[Pound4Pound]

Ozzy swung his attention away from the impeccably disguised elf as the door banged open. He saw Reign first but his eyes were drawn to the woman who followed behind him. So taken, he simply rose up from his stool, leaving the elf midsentence without so much as an "excuse me". She might have taken offense but it wasn't uncommon for the elder vampire to be so easily distracted, so she thought nothing of it.

"I take it he's apologized for his boorish behavior," Ozzy said as he approached the pair, a goblet of blood balanced in one hand as he extended the other. "You would think spending so much time with former aristocracy might have rubbed off on him by now..."

"I don't want anything of yours rubbing off on me," Reign cut in with a smirk and Ozzy raised an eyebrow, lips poised to deliver a biting comeback but Reign cut him off. "Leena, my distinguished roommate, Oswald Blake, a fellow artist, and party boy extraordinaire..."

"Whether it's fun you seek, a flexible model, or tales of yesteryear, I, Mi'lady, am at your service," he said taking her hand to kiss her knuckles before offering a courtly bow. "Do not allow my gruff friend to sway you with unkind words. The best company to be found for miles it at your feet."

"It's annoying at first but it grows on you," Reign said with a snort and nodded his head at a free table near the bar. "Grab those seats would you Oz." And like that the vampire was gone, only to reemerge in the booth just a couple moved to sit. "He comes in handy sometimes," Reign said with a smile and touched her back, guiding her through the press.

 

[Asa]

She smiled shaking his hand.

The silvery grey eyed vampire who cares little for caste or stations end enjoyed the company of all with grace revelry and seduction.

I am Jasleena Kelly but most know me as Leena. And yes he did... You have a very regal looking house cat when he wants to be.

I do suspect that my pen both of your stories and one or both of you gracing the covers of my books we could very easily dominate any genre especially... Erotica.

 

[Pound4Pound]

Reign furrowed his brow at being called a "house cat" but Ozzy was quick to defuse any cross emotions with humor.

"Ohh my dear, the things I could tell you could fill a naughty library," he said with a grin that bordered on lecherous, but there was a sincerity that was almost unheard of for a vampire, especially as old as him. "And unlike some of these bloodsuckers around here, I'll tell you for free."

"Any excuse to talk about himself," Reign mumbled into his flagon of ale but Ozzy paid him little mind.

"So tell me Ms. Leena," he said with a glance at her bare left ring finger and smiled. "What brings you to our little enclave in the woods? Is it true? Are you really her?"

 

[Asa]

That's what they tell me. Well that and my family being from here... Ink witches only in the females of the line and relationships with with mortals for us seldom work. Not that I didn't try... Twice.

Don't be upset about the house cat comment sexy... I tend to prefer felines. In fact I have a couple of my more sensual erotica books with a male feline shifter as the hero.

Ozzy we should probably be careful about my magic and your tales then. Would hate to have people bombard this little town especially since I am leaning toward moving here.

You

 

[Pound4Pound]

Ozzy did the honors of retelling their origin story for Leena. He was better at weaving the details into something more appealing than Reign ever was, though he did chime in to add his own perspective to one event or another. By the time Ozzy finished though, the night had worn long and the only creatures left in the small tavern were human or the nocturnal variety and Leena was beginning to draw looks from the few supernatural beings sprinkled in among the humans.

The energy that wafted off of her was obvious and Reign was having a hard time keeping his light eyes from lingering on the curve of her breast. Ozzy, on the other hand, had no qualms about openly leering at the woman's cleavage.

"So that's us," Reign said finally, glancing at the clock, if only too keep his eyes off her.

"Give or take a few more...intimate details," Ozzy added, his thin lips curled into an almost predatory grin as he flicked his eyes at Reign then back to her again. "I've not had the pleasure of a brother until I met this one."

"Neither have I," was Reign's surprisingly sincere addition, raising his half empty glass for Ozzy to clink. "Nearly half a century and I've only thought to kill him once..."

"And that's saying something," Ozzy admitted with a chuckle.

 

[Asa]

Well what else is on the agenda boys?

She smiled sipping on a glass of wine seeming only relaxed with all she had to drink.

 

[Pound4Pound]

"It's well past my bedtime," Reign said with a wide yawn and Ozzy rolled his eyes. "Not all of us can sleep the day away bloodsucker."

"If not for your expertly install shutters I would have been dust long ago," was Ozzy's winking reply. "Go, sleep, my regal housecat. I shall entertain our new neighbor."

Reign raised an eyebrow at that and some silent communication passed between them before he finally pushed up from his seat. "It was a pleasure to meet you Leena," he said, extending his hand to her. "If you plan on taking up your family place, let me know. It needs a lot of work."

He gave Ozzy a nod before excusing himself from the two and heading home.

"Alas it is just you and I," Ozzy said taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. "Shall we explore the village...or would you rather explore each other?"

 

[Asa]

Well how about we explore the old family house and... See what happens?

She smiled and slowly standing up.

I have never been anywhere near this village or this country for that matter yet it... Feels like... Home.

 

[Pound4Pound]

Ozzy smiled, his eyes blatantly roaming up and down Leena's curves as she stood. "Well if what Reign says is true than this is a homecoming of sorts for you. I could take you there if you have not been."

 

[Asa]

No I haven't. Aleksei was going to show me tomorrow but with such a beautiful full moon out and in what few pictures I bad ever seen it had a night blooming garden.

She smiled with a wink and a roll of her eyes.

Oh the lack of subtlty in the aristocracy.

 

[Pound4Pound]

"I've walked this world for centuries, hiding in the shadows," Ozzy said, leading her out of the bar. He slipped his hand casually around her waist, guiding her through the door. "I much prefer the forwardness of this place. It's why we're still here. We can just be. Even when we have visitors, I can still have my goblet of AB- at the tavern among the rest of the revelers."

The house they were looking for wasn't only a short walk from the cottage he shared with Reign. From the path, Ozzy could see the light of the television in Reign's room on the second floor and shook his head. "I feel I should thank you," he said to Leena as they passed. "It has been ages since he's gone out for something other than work, then you come rolling into town and I only had to ask him thrice. He may seem a surly beast but he's got a good heart that one, so please be kind, even if he is not."

 

[Asa]

She smiled.

It would be nice not to always have to worry about what I write or paint causing trouble.

Nodding.

Oh I have my dealings with surly males... However till now they have all been human and less to look at. Living here will be a welcome change cranky lions and all.

Walking up to the house she saw the night jasmine right away and smiled her hand reaching out to the soft petals.

 

[Pound4Pound]

"Ahh, yes, I've had my share of those as well and it's nothing a little blood letting can't fix," he said with a grin, watching as she fingered the petals. "You'd be surprised how agreeable men become with teeth at their throat and a firm hand on their cock," he added with a chuckle as he slipped his arm around her waist, his fingers grazing her hips. "Excuse me for sharing but I'm too old to allow something as frivolous as gender to keep me from pleasure. Reign calls me a hedonist but I simply wish to enjoy myself. You seem like the type who might understand such a thing."

 

[Asa]

What gave you that idea... My two failed marriages to mortals? Don't get me wrong... In the beginning they were fun but eventually I apparently became too "difficult" to deal with. They thought they could handle a storm but it ended up that they could barely handle a little rain. But for a time it was fun... They were both creative in their own ways.

She sighed shaking her head.

Grandmother always told me our family wasn't meant for mortals.