Monthly Archives: April 2011

Scott

I am heaven sent,
Don’t you dare forget.
I am all you’ve ever wanted,
What all the other boys all promised.
Sorry I told. I just needed you to know.
I think in decimals and dollars.
I am the cause to all your problems,
Shelter from cold. we are never alone.
Coordinate brain and mouth.
Then ask me whats it like to have
Myself so figured out.
I wish I knew..

Kendra laid on her stomach, her hands gripping the head board until her knuckles were white.  Scott laid on top of her, his body weight resting on hers, one hand tangled in the hair at the back of her head, his other hand covering one of hers, their mouths mashed together in a heated, soul searing kiss that they moaned and grunted into.  Their bodies were slick with a sheen of sweat, the sheets tangled around their legs.  It wasn’t a fast fuck, just hard and deep; an intensity in ten cities kind of fuck.  It was as much a joining of souls as a joining of bodies.  It wasn’t just a hunger, but a need.  Kendra broke the kiss when the orgasm ripped through her.  Scott soon followed, the contractions of the muscles gripping him driving him over the edge as they always did.  They cried out each other’s names in their  fervor. Their muscles all but collapsed and Scott lay barely breathing on top of her as he caught his breath again.  He kissed her shoulder before rolling off her and onto his back.  He turned his head toward her to see her watching him and smiling.  He smiled back, reached over and brushed her hair behind her ear before moving his hand back to the side of her face.  He leaned up and over, kissing her again, slowly and languidly, before laying back once more.    Kendra smiled and turned onto her side, pressing her back against him and pulling the sheets up over her chest.  Scott turned toward her, sliding one arm under her neck and resting his free hand on her hip, staring into the near darkness of the room.  He inhaled her scent and closed his eyes.

They’d met at one of the parties he and Cameron had thrown.  Another one of those spontaneous bashes that promised to destroy the weekend and wreak havoc with the workday on Monday.  She’d shown up with someone who knew someone who knew someone who might have known someone who lived there.  He’d been halfway to drunk and having a hell of a good time working his way toward the other half when he’d seen her across the room.  She was watching him, a faint smile on her face and he found himself trying to remember if he’d done something assinine, worth noting and impossible to live down, but came up blank.  Satisfied that he had at least a slim chance that she was smiling because she was interested, he made his way through the throng to her and introduced himself.  As soon as she spoke, he felt something, a “vibe” was the best way he could describe it, that drew him in.  It wasn’t love at first sight exactly.  More like love at first feel.  He forgot there were other women around.. in the world.. almost immediately and spent the rest of the night following her around, trying to impress her with his quick witted sarcasm and cynicism.  It must have worked because she spent the rest of the weekend in his bed and even let him spend it there with her.

They didn’t have everything in common, but they had similar attitudes and tempraments.  She put up with his weird Noir fetish and even participated in it.  He called her at lunch when he was working, nearly the second he got off every night.  He called her when he was getting ready for bed.  She was the first thing he thought of in the morning when he woke up, the last thing he thought of at night when he laid down to sleep and nearly every thought in between.  He’d fallen hard and fast and had no doubt she knew it, even if she didn’t feel the same.  And then he’d made the mistake of telling her.  He knew it was too soon almost as soon as he’d said the words, but it was too late to take them back.  She’d hurried him off the phone and didn’t answer for the next couple of days.  When she did, finally, it was to tell him things were moving too fast, that she needed space.  Scott had been devastated, but he wasn’t suprised by it either.  He’d known it was coming as soon as she didn’t answer the first call.  So, he gave her space and tried to get on with his life.  Apparently, he did a good job at pretending he didn’t care that much because his friends believed it.  Where other guys would turn to alcohol, drugs and rampant casual sex, Scott had a couple of one nighters and turned to his movies.

That had been a couple of years ago.  Eventually, they’d gotten back together and they’d been inseparable ever since.  Scott smiled, thinking about it.  “Hey,” he said, quietly, “you’ve gotta get ready for work.”  Kendra groaned in protest, but forced herself out of bed and headed for the shower.  Scott got up and followed her.  An hour later, they were on their way to the Fall for her shift.  Scott would take his usual table with Cameron.  Jace would be working the door.  Heather had taken off to take care of their daughter, but once in a while she picked up a shift at the club to supplement their income.  Scott liked Heather.  She was one of those girls that stripped because she wanted to, because she enjoyed it and because she felt empowered by it.  Not because she was forced to.  It never tore her down.  If anything, she was more confident as a result.  It’s what had attracted him to her during their hot and heavy albeit short lived relationship.

When Scott and Kendra walked into the Fall, he was surprised to see Cameron, Gabriel and Christopher already there, but more than that, he was surprised to see Glen and Aaron walk in behind him.

Edward

Edward walked through the Black house searching for Damien. He watched the house maids as he moved through the halls, distracted by small details he’d never really paid attention to before. Their uniforms were barely appropriate, they all were similar in build if not height and coloring and they all wore collars and wrist cuffs. But most telling was the way they carried themselves. There was an obvious hierarchy among them and they usually kept their eyes downcast. Especially when talking to males. Edward stopped, watching one girl in particular. She was smaller and younger than the other girls. Eden’s age if she was lucky. He watched the way she moved as she went from shelf to shelf dusting books in the library. “Alexander’s favorite pet,” came a familiar voice behind him. Edward smiled. He’d heard the footsteps behind him and guessed at who they belonged to. He was glad to see that he was right. Edward turned and looked at Damien. “And which one’s yours?” he asked. Damien shrugged. “They’re all pretty much the same,” he replied. “If you want her, you’re welcome to her.” Edward shook his head. “I didn’t come here for that,” he said, walking back into the hallway. Damien smiled and walked with him. “You don’t even have to talk to them, Edward. Just walk up and touch them on the hip. Any one of them will bend over right then and there.” Edward nodded. “I’m aware.” He stopped and looked at Damien. “Actually, I came here to talk to you.” Damien nodded. “Come on. Let’s go in the kitchen.”

In the kitchen, Edward and Damien took a seat at the island with cups off coffee. “So, what’s up?” Damien asked. “You adjusting all right?” Edward nodded, taking a sip from his cup. “It’s… confusing, actually,’ Edward replied. Damien looked at him. “Other than the obvious, what’s going on?” Edward shrugged, looking at his cup. “Well… mostly, I guess, I’m confused about.. Eden.” Edward shook his head before looking at Damien and lowering his voice. “She’s my sister, but… it doesn’t *feel* like she’s my sister. I still love her as much as ever, but.. it just doesn’t feel the same.” Damien took another sip of his coffee. “So. What *does* it feel like?” Edward sighed. “Like… fucking her wasn’t as wrong as it should’ve been,” he said quietly. Damien looked at Edward. “You and *Eden*? Seriously?” Edward nodded and took another sip of his coffee. “What’s wrong with me?” he asked, his voice still low. Damien shrugged. “Who said anything is?” Edward looked at him incredulously. “She’s my *sister*, Damien. Seriously.” Damien looked at Edward. “Yeah, I’m very familiar with that particular bit of information. She’s also undead and you’re superhuman now. So.. is she *really* still your sister?” Edward smirked. “Well, I don’t know. Is Alexander still your father? Are Viktor and Lucien still your brothers?” Damien nodded. “Point taken. But.. I still can’t say anything’s wrong with you. *I* don’t have a sister so I don’t have a point of reference.”

Damien

Edward looked back at his coffee cup. “I heard her talking to Lucien. She said something about not being able to keep secrets from me anymore.” Edward shook his head. “I didn’t think she kept secrets from me.” Damien looked at him. “All people keeps secrets, Edward. From everyone.” Damien smiled. “Women keep more than anyone.” Edward nodded, sighing again. “I know. I just.. never thought of Eden as just another woman, I guess.” Damien nodded. “Maybe it’s time you did.” Edward shook his head. “She told me she’d turn me if I ever wanted her to. I have a feeling I’m going to want her to sooner rather than later.” Edward looked at Damien. “I know it’s not hers to give or her decision to make and all that. I just think I’m going to end up very much regretting this.” Damien looked at him curiously. “Why’s that?” he asked. Edward shrugged. “Because I’m already in love with her. And it’s just going to get worse from here.” Damien nodded. “I’ll send you a coupld of maids. It won’t fix it, but it’ll give you something to keep you distracted.”

Edward nodded again. “And speaking of distracted, I should get back. I still have to clean up the mess Eden made of our parents last night.” Damien nodded. “I’ll help you. I don’t have anything better to do right now.” Damien got up and headed to Lucien’s office with Edward.

Jenna Townsend

Jenna stood in the doorway watching the unaware children play. She’d caught a snippet of conversation as she passed the room on her way to her adjoining office. Leaning against the doorjam she listened. “My daddy is a prince.” “Well mine is a king, and he’s 8 feet tall.” “Mine is 9 feet tall” “Mine is president of a company and he’s in charge.” “Mine *owns* the company.” The girls dissolved into giggles. Jenna smiled. The girls weren’t being nasty or trying to one up each other neither knew their father. They often pretended to know their dad’s and what they were like. Sometimes they were spot on.. other times they were just being silly. Jenna knew at some point she and Em would have to talk to the girls about their fathers. She also knew it would be difficult to talk to Alessandra about her dad. There hadn’t been any real discussion about Dads and why she didn’t have one. It wasn’t like she was the only kid in class that didn’t have a father.

The dad talk continued as they moved over to play with the doll house. They adopted deep voices for the daddies and high squeeky voices for kids and normal voices for mommies. They took turns playing each part. Elizabeth had daddy tucking in the baby using a deep voice, “Daddy loves his little princess. He will stay with her and keep her safe forever.” She made the male doll sit in the rocking chair and watch. When it was Alessandra’s turn she had the male doll sit in the chair where Elizabeth had left himand she put the doll that resembled her in the lap of the “daddy” doll, wrapping each doll’s around the other and pretended to have the Daddy doll sing to the little girl, Alessandra, sang in a deep voice:

Sleep, baby, sleep,
Your daddy’s away,
Sleep, baby, sleep,
And mommy will pray,
Pray for your daddy
Who sails on the sea,
Pray while I’m rocking
His babe on my knee;
May breezes blow gently
Where’er he may be,
And blow him home safely
To you and to me;
Safely, safely,
To you and to me,
To you and to me.

Jenna smiled recognizing the song she often sang to Alessandra. She smiled realizing that these girls were well adjusted and probably best friends. Jenna pushed off the wall and went to her office and settled in to some paperwork she’d been putting off.

Emily Murray

Emily brought the kids over to Jenna’s. The kids had been playpen buddies being as they were born around the same time and Jenna had been Emily’s doctor, delivering Elizabeth only to go into labor a few days later. Jenna had cut her hours at the clinic and her office hours, she’d given up her job at the hospital as an attending physician. She’d also moved her office to her house. Emily had set up the cafe so it practically ran itself, she did ordering from home on her computer. When she had to be there Jenna babysat and Emily picked up the kids from school for Jenna. It worked for them. They were both able to keep their jobs and provide for their kids. They both knew there would come a time when they had to discuss the kids fathers with them, neither looked forward to that day. Both told their kids that their fathers had died. It wasn’t really a lie. At least not as far as Jenna was concerned, Emily had no knowledge of the vampires. All she knew was that Viktor had slept with her once and Elizabeth was the product of that. If anyone realized the child had her father’s eyes no one had said anything about it. Lucien was Alessandra’s father and Jenna knew exactly what he was. For five years Emily and Jenna had worked together to make each other’s lives easier. Emily had gone back to work at the cafe when Elizabeth started school.

Emily arrived at Jenna’s at 8 am. The kids were dressed and ready for school. Jenna would get them to school and Emily would pick them up from the bus stop later. Emily walked in and headed to the back of the house knowing Jenna would need coffee and possibly breakfast as well. The girls disappeared into Lessa’s play room. Emily smiled she could hear the girls talking and laughing. Jenna came down the back stairs. “Hey Em.” Emily smiled, “Good morning, Jenna. How was the party?” Jenna shook her head, “Typical. Boring.” Emily laughed, “No drama.” Jenna shook her head again, “Not this time.” Emily nodded, “Well.. *that* had to be a relief.” Jenna smiled, “Yeah…it was. I did see Viktor and Lucien.” Emily smiled, “Yeah… How are they.” Jenna nodded, “They seemed good. They looked good.” Emily smiled, “Yeah?” Jenna grinned, “Yeah.. Viktor looked really good, Em.” Emily nodded, “I’m sure he did. Jen, it’s been a long time. He probably doesn’t even realize I exist anymore. It was one night. We were friends before and after that he hasn’t even spoken to me.” Jenna nods, “I know Em.. I also know that Elizabeth is either his or Lucien’s and if I’m doing the math right she’s Viktor’s.” Emily blinks, “Yeah.. she is.” “Did you tell him?” “Did you tell Lucien?” It was Jenna’s turn to shake her head, “Point taken.” Emily nodded, “So what we have here is our kids are cousins.” Jenna smiles, “It would seem so.” Emily looked at Jenna, “How long have you known?” “Since her eyes changed. You aren’t going to be able to keep this secret forever.” “Neither of us are, Jenna.” “Emily….” Emily shook her head. “Don’t. It’s not going to change anything and telling him now won’t make any difference.” Jenna looks at her, “I know. I also know that Viktor at least would do what he could to help you.” Emily shakes her head, “I’m not going to have Elizabeth be an obligation.” Jenna sighs, “I understand.” Emily placed toast and coffee near Jenna. “The kids have been fed and are all set for school, lunches made and all is packed in their back packs. Jenna smiled, “Thanks Em.” “I also washed their nap stuff for school which is in there as well.” Jenna nodded, “I don’t know what I’d do without you Em.” Emily smiled, “You’d survive.” Jenna laughed, “Yeah but would Lessa?” Emily nods, “Yeah she would.” Emily smiled again, “All right I’ve got to get moving. Work calls.” Emily headed to the back door, as Jenna spoke, “I’ll pick them up and take them for dinner to give you a break.” Emily smiled, “Thanks Jen.” Emily climbed into her car and headed to the Cafe. Jenna sat and as she ate the toast contemplated the conversation until it was time to drop the kids at school.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah and Camille walk into the cemetery, Hannah smiles hearing Glen and Aaron, takes Camille’s hand and heads over to them> Hey.

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron looks at Glen, blinks, turns his attention to Hannah and Camille when Glen does, Glen smiles> Hey.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks between Aaron and Glen> Hey. How’s things?

Glen/Aaron: Same old shit. How’s it hangin’, Camille?

Hannah/Camille: <Camille shakes her head> It’s fine… but I think my sister here might need Gravesend.

Glen/Aaron: You should be careful makin’ claims like that around here. What makes you think that?

Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks at Glen> Well for starters she thinks she’s a… vampire and can extend my life.
Hannah/Camille: <Hannah looks at Glen> I sorta took your advice.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at Hannah> What happened to “she’s too nice”?

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah shrugs> She *is*. But I figured she’s still the best option.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen nods, looks at Camille> So, you don’t believe in vampires, huh?

Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks at Glen> Really? No. They are stories made up to keep little children inside after dark.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen smiles> Really?
Glen/Aaron: <Aaron smirks, takes a drag of his cigarette>

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah watches Glen and Camille, Camille nods> Yeah.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at Aaron> What do you think, Aaron? You agree with that?
Glen/Aaron: Of course, I don’t. But.. I’m a nutjob, so what do I know?

Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks at Aaron> You know I never thought of you that way.

Glen/Aaron: Never take shit for granted, Cammie. That’s lesson number one. Including bed time stories.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille shakes her head> Oh I believe there are people out there that *think* they’re vampires, and do the blood fetish thing… but as far as Dracula and the whole “I von to suck your blood” bit. not so much. <shrugs> I also don’t believe in Santa and the Easter bunny either.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen arches a brow> Now.. that’s just insulting. Lumping vampires in with Santa and the Easter Bunny like that. <reaches down between his legs, touching the shadow on the tombstone he’s perched on with his first two fingers, pulls his fingers away like he’s drawing in the air, the shadow following the trail of his fingers like water> Very insulting.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille watches Glen, blinks, Hannah smiles> Cam, you shouldn’t do that you know.
Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks at Hannah> Do what? <Hannah smiles> Insult vampires, especially vampires you don’t know. They’re liable to <shrugs> Eat you.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen nods, moving his fingers into a heart shape that he fills with shadow> I call this “Heart of Darkness”. <looks at Hannah> Nice, huh?

Hannah/Camille: Yeah… How’d you do that?

Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at Camille> Do what?

Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks at the heart> That.

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron looks over> You forgot the crown of thorns. <reaches over, dips his fingers into the shadows and pulls bits and pieces around to make the heart look like it’s surrounded by a thorny vine>
Glen/Aaron: <Glen shrugs> It’s easy. But you gotta be special.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks at Hannah> Can you do that too? <Hannah shrugs> I’ve never tried. <Camille looks at Glen> Does she do that too?

Glen/Aaron: <Glen shrugs> Dunno. <moves his hand through the heart, dispelling it, wills the shadows back to where they belong, takes another drag of his cigarette> Everyone’s got shadows, Cam. Just some of us have darker shadows than others. And not all of us are in touch with them.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille frowns> What does it have to do with Vampires?

Glen/Aaron: <Glen smiles> Well.. that’s where the “special” part comes in.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah looks at Camille> For the love of satan.. What has to happen? Do you have to get bitten to believe? <Camille blinks> Uh… no.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at Aaron> Care to enlighten her?
Glen/Aaron: <Aaron nods, pulls his reading glasses out of his coat pocket and puts them on, begins pacing> Vampires. Aka, the undead. Aka, the walking dead. Aka, leeches. Aka, parasites. Aka, things our parents told us to scare us. Vampires origins are as varied as the beliefs surrounding them. Common themes, however, are that they are soulless, demonic or have sold their souls. They also have certain abilities and their blood has mystical properties to keep them animated and from decaying as a normal corpse should. While all vampires have certain powers in common, as well as certain weaknesses, vampires also have abilities that are unique to them based on their traits and natural abilities before being turned.
Glen/Aaron: Consider these their.. signature.. powers. Like serial killers often have unique rituals that identify their work.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks at Aaron, leans against a head stone while Hannah goes to stands beside Glen>
Hannah/Camille: <Camille> Okay.. still..

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron looks at Camille> Still, what?

Hannah/Camille: <Camille> You’re spouting off information that can probably be found anywhere on vampire mythology.

Glen/Aaron: I’m “spouting off” information that happens to be very accurate and comes from very reliable sources.
Glen/Aaron: <Aaron shrugs> You asked if Hannah could do it, too. I am *trying* to explain to you that the ability to manipulate shadows is Glen’s unique signature power.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille frowns> But you did it.

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron rolls his eyes> Of course, I did. Because I’m his ghoul.

Hannah/Camille: Which is what I want you to be for me.

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron starts pacing again> Ghouls. The “human” servants of vampires. Created by drinking the vampire’s blood. Ghouls must drink the vampire’s blood at least once a month. While the blood is in their system, the aging process slows significantly, causing us to age at a rate of one year per every 25 human years. We are also super humanly strong and resistant to disease and infection. We heal at a supernatural rate making it nearly impossible to kill ourselves using the usual methods.
Glen/Aaron: Oh.. and we also have certain vampiric abilities but to a lesser degree.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks at Aaron then Hannah and back to Aaron> Why? <looks at Glen, then to Hannah> Why do you want me to become a…. ghoul?

Glen/Aaron: Isn’t it obvious? They can’t move around during the day. They’re essentially dead and helpless. They need someone to be their eyes and ears. Their hands. They need someone to watch over them and keep them safe when they are at their most vulnerable.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah looks at Camille> You’re the person I trust the most.
Hannah/Camille: <Camille blinks> But I’m not… I don’t think I could do it. <looks at Glen>

Glen/Aaron: You’d get to go to all the vampire parties. And you’d be in good company. Eden has Edward. Lucien and Viktor have Damien and Mikhail. Morose has Anguish. Genja has Constantine. Are you seeing the theme here?

Hannah/Camille: <Camille nods> Glen has you.

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron shrugs> I’m the anomaly. As usual.

Hannah/Camille: I didn’t mean it like that… I meant… it doesn’t have to be family.
Hannah/Camille: <Camille blinks> Wait all those people…*Eden* is a vampire? <shakes her head> I mean..if I believed..
Hannah/Camille: <Hannah looks at Glen> Yes… and I bet none of them had to go through this shit to get their brothers to help them.

Glen/Aaron: If we’re lying, we’re either ridiculously asshole-ish, we’re *all* drinkin’ the Kool Aid or we all belong in Gravesend. You decide which.
Glen/Aaron: <Glen hops off his perch, walks over to Camille, takes her hand and places it to his chest, looks at her> What do you feel?

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah smiles, Camille looks up at him> N…nothing.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen smiles> Nothing. Nurse Camille feels nothing. Think I could fake that?

Hannah/Camille: <Camille shakes her head> No.. you shouldn’t … <blinks and looks at Hannah, who nods> Yep.. same for me… I’m dead too.

Glen/Aaron: And I could stand here and completely vamp out for you, but.. honestly, I just don’t feel like it. It’s the more subtle shit that gets under your skin, that you can’t dismiss. And even if you *can* reason it away, it sticks with you, makes you keep comin’ back to it.
Glen/Aaron: <Aaron nods, quietly> That’s the shit you dream about.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah nods> You could bite her. <smiles> Maybe a little pain..or pleasure…might jump start her.

Glen/Aaron: I could eat somethin’.
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