So, they are real
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				Title: <strong>So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 18:10:06</strong>
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				Alexis Hall was the dean's daughter.&nbsp; She was studying anything and everything she could.&nbsp; As a freshman in college, she had her whole life ahead of her.&nbsp; Alexis stood maybe five feet tall and weighed a mere 100 pounds.&nbsp; Her long red hair fell to her waist and she had bright green eyes.&nbsp; Alexis, or Lexi to her friends, was generally quiet and everyone liked her.&nbsp; She was friendly and not snooty like most rich kids tend to be.<br><br>On this bright cool October night she made her way to the field where she was told a group of Wiccans were meeting to discuss rituals and whatnot.&nbsp; Needing some information for a research paper, she parked her Mustang alongside the other cars there and made her way toward the bonfire.&nbsp; They knew she was coming and wasn't one of them.&nbsp; She walked up and stood on the outside of the group, merely observing.
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				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 18:34:35</strong>
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				&nbsp; Of course it was a fire. Not a stagnant pool of water, a well that gave life, the bed of ashes, a corpse of a fire. No, a huge burning fire. That was the problem with humans, too much reliance on flashy, bright lights, to keep their attention nailed focused. Steeling himself Callisto took a slow step towards the gathered crowd, Wiccans, of the Sibylline Order he felt. It took a while but soon he was close enough to talk to them, an outsider but a welcomed Wiccan brother. He exchanged words with them, ancient greetings and fleeting scraps of knowledge, asking in return his own queries, particularly those of the fae and aos si. What he heard was interesting, but most he felt was not interesting in any productive way. He was offered a cup of wine which he accepted, lifting it to sniff the cheap red liquid, miming several sips of it.
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				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 18:45:11</strong>
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				Alexis eyes couldn't help but be drawn to Callisto.&nbsp; For some reason, unknown to her, she couldn't take her eyes off him.&nbsp; She flipped open her notepad and winced as she got a paper cut.&nbsp; Unnoticed by most the blood came to the surface.&nbsp; She sighed.&nbsp; She hated paper cuts, they stung.&nbsp; She jotted down a few notes in her notebook and gazed about.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 19:06:29</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; “That’s the problem you see. These spells, or whatever you want to call them, were written hundreds of years ago. Now at the time they used relatively common ingredients for the common parts, but times change and...” I am suddenly distracted mid sentence. I want to hear what these witches have to say, but it is a desire of my conscious mind. An irrational desire when pitted against the three urges that have ruled my soul since I became a creature of the night. And now, the best within me twitches, as I catch the faintest waft of food in the air. “You know. Maybe you can substitute. Look for plants with similar properties,” I hastily finish, leaving the girl to ponder on the ingredients to a potion of clarity. It is a good thing I have fed last night; else the beast would be far more insistent. It would get ugly. “Good evening madam,” I greet you with a smile, “So are you observing us in the hopes of joining in, or waiting for the right moment to signal to your government flunkies in the bushes to round us up and take us back to your lab to dissect and study?”
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				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 19:11:10</strong>
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				I jumped as you spoke and gazed up from my notes.&nbsp; "Um...government flunkies?&nbsp; Lab?&nbsp; Um...I'm sorry..." I shake my head some.&nbsp; "Maybe I should explain...I'm not spying on you..." I pause.&nbsp; "Well, I guess I am, but not for reasons you seem to think.&nbsp; I have a paper to do for class.&nbsp; It's to study a cult...and well, I heard the Wiccans came here and I'm just watching and taking notes on your various rituals, customs and beliefs." I explain.
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				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 19:22:28</strong>
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				&nbsp; I smile at your flustered look face on your face as you try to explain, light from the bonfire dancing across your pale skin. From this distance I can begrudgingly admit that fire light can look nice. Inside me the beast is somewhat subdued, collared I imagine by pure darkness. It may be able to break the restraints, but only temporarily: they always reform, for the dark is eternal.<br><br>&nbsp; I wonder why I smelt your blood and it takes me a while to spot the minute cut on your finger. Such potency from something so small. I will have to drink of you sometime, a fine vintage you would be. My hand twitches and the red wine sloshes in its cup. “Wine madam?” I offer, glad to be rid of it. “And I’m sure you’re not with the government. Fair too pretty for that. But what are you going to learn just standing here? Why don’t you talk to me, maybe I can help you better,”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 19:29:11</strong>
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				I smile and blush a bit at your compliment as I reach out and take the cup from you.&nbsp; "I appreciate any advice you could give.&nbsp; Colleges wanting ten page reports and all.&nbsp; I can only find so much online, but most of it is unreliable.&nbsp; It will be nice speaking to someone who actually knows what they are speaking about."&nbsp; She tucked a lock of red hair behind her ear.
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				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 19:57:42</strong>
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				&nbsp; “You look like the red wine type of girl. Apologies for not having anything better,” I note. My now empty hand twitches towards your cut finger. DOWN BEAST! “I’d be happy to help. What you are seeing here, is how the Wiccans survived Christianity, when their craft was outlawed. The oral tradition, no books, not libraries at least, just personal journals. Now most here are affiliated with the Sibylline Order, one of the more organized Wiccan presences. Some say it betrays the old ways, but I think it’s just adapting to the times…” I try to explain as quickly as possible, but with all eternity ahead of me and with so many dusty tomes under my belt, brevity never was my strongest suit. Abruptly I stop, “My name is Callisto,” I introduce myself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 20:07:39</strong>
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				She listened to him as he spoke and took a sip of the wine.&nbsp; She smiled a bit to him and jotted down some notes.&nbsp; She smiled up to him.&nbsp; She offered her hand, the one with the cut.&nbsp; "I'm ALexis." She said softly. "Its a pleasure to meet you Callisto."&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 21:00:02</strong>
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				&nbsp; I take your offered hand, my nails scrapping your palm in anticipation, and for a moment I feel the worse. But I fight the beast back, and grip your hand properly, not for too long, and not too hard. “A pleasure,” I echo, moving to stand behind you long enough to lip my hand discreetly. Sure enough, an excellent taste, full of vigour. Oh yes, I will definitely be sampling you in the near future. “So tell me Alexis, why did you choose such a topic for a report? Not that I object, I think it’s a fine choice, but not many others would share it,”
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				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 21:05:56</strong>
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				Smiling I turn to look at you but I don't catch you.&nbsp; "Well I wanted something different from what others in the class was doing.&nbsp; Most were doing cults that really don't exist like the cult from Waco or heavens gate cult from a few years ago. . Any information you give me will be much appreciated. " I gaze toward the fire.&nbsp; "They really don't seem any different from anyone else.&nbsp; &nbsp;I guess I expected to see them preparing witch's brew or something like that. 
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				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 21:23:11</strong>
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				&nbsp; “That is a good reason I think. Too much conformity nowadays, little will to challenging one’s self, taking the unconventional choice. I admire it,” I say, bemused. Who would have thought at a gathering of Wiccans, the red headed outsider taking notes would be the most interesting. “Spells, potions, the craft, it’s all private, to be done alone or in small groups, away from others. This is for socializing, and the exchanging of knowledge,” I explain. "There is a lot to tell. Many years of history..."
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				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 21:26:14</strong>
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				I smile up to you.&nbsp; "Would you share that history with me When you have time.? I don't want to take you away from your friends and socializing. " I say politely.&nbsp; I pull off my back pack and place my notebook and pen inside it. 
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				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 21:39:03</strong>
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				&nbsp; You have been smiling a lot and this time I take a close look, wondering just how much I like it. At the very least I can say it is a sincere smile, not an empty headed attempt to be approachable to others.&nbsp; “I’m sure that would be mutually enjoyable Alexis. I would be free tomorrow night after 8. Where do you propose we meet?” I reach into my pocket for my cell phone.
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				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 21:48:16</strong>
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				I nodded.&nbsp; "Tomorrow at 8. I can do the library or the cafe?&nbsp; Will either of those work for you? " I ask.&nbsp; And my smile was sincere.&nbsp; I was feeling a bit of a connection as most boys my age only seem to be after one thing and you seem so mature and its nice to be able to actually have an intelligent conversation. 
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				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 22:04:53</strong>
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				&nbsp; "The library would seem appropriate, given the nature of our conversation," Also less mirrors, and no need to make excuses for not eating. Less trouble. I am almost tempted to not ask for your number, we managed perfectly without them, but the Sabbat taught me to use them, use anything to gain an edge, and old habit die hard. Besides, although I would never admit this to myself, I want to have a way of contacting you, should I need to disappear. I hand you my phone, a cheap foldable Nokia, pay as you go, harder to trace. "How can I contact you?"
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				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 22:42:39</strong>
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				I smile up to you and I put my number in your cell and hand you my smart phone, rich kid after all, for you to give me yours.&nbsp; "Should I call you to let you know where I am in the library tomorrow night?" I ask softly as I hand back your phone.
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				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 23:22:19</strong>
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				&nbsp; “No need. We can just meet on the third floor in the Renaissance section at 8. But call me if anything changes,” I look down at your smart phone. One of these needlessly complicated pieces of technology, fragile technology, so easy to crush. But I don’t, and instead with some difficulty manage to add my number, requiring several attempts and some help from you. “Never had the knack,” I shrug, handing your phone back.
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				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 23:31:01</strong>
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				I smile and nod.&nbsp; "Took me awhile to figure it out as well.&nbsp; So, I'll see you tomorrow at 8 then." I say and make my way back to my car to head back to the dorms.&nbsp; As I tried to type up my notes I couldn't get the mysterious Callisto out of my mind.&nbsp; I gaze to my phone tempted to call just to say hello, but then I would seem desperate.&nbsp; So, I let it be.<br><br>The next night I arrive about 7:30 at the library and I make my way to the third floor Renaissance section.&nbsp; No one was around and I browsed the section as I waited for Callisto to arrive.
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				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 01:29:47</strong>
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				&nbsp; When you turn to walk to your care the beast within me grimaces at you for the jab at my technological proficiency, but I quickly regain control of myself. It was a harmless gag, and I probably deserved it. I say goodbye and return to the Wiccans and the roaring, colossal fire. The rest of the night though is uneventful, there are some potential leads, but as is often the case, they may not pan out. Still, I note them down and will investigate them sometime, but not now. I am normally tolerant of the antics of witches, but tonight something is different and I leave early, almost welcoming the greying dawn and the slumber it sends me into.<br><br>&nbsp; I rise not long after six and shave, pausing to feel the vitae within my dead veins. I still have enough to keep it at bay I conclude. I arrive early as well, 7.30 in fact, but fall back when I see you, or at least someone who I assume is you. I watch you enter from across the street, then count to 200 and follow. Luckily the security guard is one of weak mind, and thus I can easily distract him with a trick as I enter, and walk past the reflective windows on the ground floor. I climb the stair and emerge onto the third floor, the beast within me liking the setting, imagine the building to be my hunting ground, and all within it my prey.
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				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 01:43:52</strong>
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				I run my fingers lightly over the book bindings as I wait for you.&nbsp; On this&nbsp; night, my long red hair pulled back off my neck.&nbsp; I move along the shelves going farther and farther from the entrance of the stairs, unaware of the possiblity I could be being stalked and considered as prey.&nbsp; I pause and pull a book off the shelf about how life was during the time period of kings and queens, knights and jousting.&nbsp; I smile some and think about the Renaissance Festival that's soon coming to town.&nbsp; I always go as its fun to pretend to be living in a different time and I even have my own dress.&nbsp; I close the book and put it back in its place and continue to wait for you as I check my cell for the time.
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				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 01:32:56</strong>
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				&nbsp; I walk quietly between the book cases, enjoying the darkness in the library, sparingly lit at so late an hour. The silence of each foot step is deafening, echoing in the shadows, the shadows which I can command. Run all you like, you cannot hide...But I resist doing so, aiding by the fact that I am distracted: a nagging question. Why am I doing this? Why am I meeting this mortal a second time? She has no knowledge to offer me in return, so why? Because of her most potent blood, and because she amuses me I think, and because it suits me I allow myself to believe that there is no other reason.<br><br>&nbsp; I approach you shortly after you check your phone, reading 7:46. “It appears we are both early,” I note softly as I step out slightly mysteriously from behind a bookcase, “And don’t you look elegant?” I have put some care into my own appearance as well, wearing a dark grey suit, pressed shirt of white linen and a blue tie printed with a baroque pattern, the style of the whole attire about a decade out of fashion. My medium length brown hair is combed, and must look a little scruffy, I cannot tell for sure. Only my eyes of blue steel are flawless in presentation, windows into my intricately dark soul, and the chains it forges around the beast. “I like libraries, but they can make you sad sometimes. So much knowledge, yet so much more is lost to history. How many cultures never committed to paper what they knew? How many did, only to have those books burnt by others, more aggressive, more powerful? Still, its setbacks like these that make hunt more challenging, and the results all the more worthwhile,”
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				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 02:12:11</strong>
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				I jump slightly as you startle me, but I recover quickly and smile up at you.&nbsp; "Thank you..." I reply in response to your compliment.&nbsp; I listen to you curiously and realize what you say makes sense.&nbsp; "I never really thought about it like that before.&nbsp; But it does make sense, as there is always two sides to every story.&nbsp; How much of what we've been taught and have learned is the real truth and how much is it just what they want us to know?"<br><br>I gaze over to a table out of the way in a corner.&nbsp; "Shall we go sit where we can talk more?" I ask as I gaze back to you.
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				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 03:08:51</strong>
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				&nbsp; “Yes, searching for the truth is a difficult task, all the more so when you do not realize the story you have been told is a lie. To control what passes for truth, now that is real power,” Power I do not have, nor ever will, I admit to myself with only a trace of bitterness. As we walk over to the table I turn the topic towards the original purpose of our meeting. “So what is the working title of your report, Alexi?”
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				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 03:15:16</strong>
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				I take a seat and pulled out my notebook.I opened it up.&nbsp; "Well, I was thinking about telling the myths and then the facts about Wiccans.&nbsp; I've toyed around with a couple different titles.&nbsp; "Wiccan: Facts and Fictions.&nbsp; or maybe The Truth about Wiccans.&nbsp; I've even thought about maybe Wiccan: The Good Witch or the Bad Witch.&nbsp; But I don't like that title so much."&nbsp; She said softly.&nbsp; "So, what all can you tell me about them?&nbsp; Whats true and whats false?"
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				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 03:40:00</strong>
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				&nbsp; I shrug at the titles, not too impressed, maybe I will offer a suggestion later on. “I’m sure you know Wicca is a modernization of the various pagan traditions of Europe. It made sense, as there were many traditions, and uniting them under a single banner was a good way to pool knowledge and numbers. Better efficiency. Wicca is barely a century old, and has been commonly practiced for less half that, but it is so faithful to its roots that you can almost accurately claim that it has been around as long as there have been witch covens, in the spirit of things,” I continue, summarizing the faith, the duotheism of mother goddess and horned god, their celebrations, their belief of a fifth element of spirit or magic, how they are divided into orders, the book shadows each Wiccan keeps, and the coven, the smallest structure within the faith. I enjoy imparting this knowledge onto you, as shallow as it is, warming to the role of teacher, enlightener. It feels strangely good to feel the adoration of a mortal, even if I am starting to feel like a fucking Degenerate.
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				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 03:45:17</strong>
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				I gaze to you as you speak and take diligent notes.&nbsp; I can't explain why I am so drawn to you much like a moth to a flame.&nbsp; There's just something about you...the way you're dressed, the way you speak...almost like you're from a different time.&nbsp; You have my undivided attention and before I realize it, its gotten much later than I planned to be out.&nbsp; It's well past eleven.
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				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 13:40:01</strong>
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				&nbsp; I am surprised myself at how long I can talk about Wicca, even when I limit myself to the skin-deep. My entire attention is commanded by the task, and not a murmur can be heard from the beast within. Wanting to hear you talk as well I ask, “One thing I noticed you have been more reluctant to discuss is whether or not the spells of a witch work. How are you going to work that question into your report?”
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				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 16:35:02</strong>
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				I smile at you.&nbsp; "Well now.&nbsp; That depends.&nbsp; Do they work?&nbsp; If so,&nbsp; it'll go under fact and if not it will go under fiction.&nbsp; I am also curious?&nbsp; We're those who were named as witches in old Salem possibly wiccan... or just some bored kids making false accusations. 
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				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 18:33:55</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Do they work?" I snort, "Now there is a question, deceptive in its apparent simplicity. They do produce an effect, that is certain. They can work, but they do not always. But the purpose of a spell is not always clear however," I am beginning to warm to that smile of yours, a delicious naivety. "The Salem witches? Remember, Wiccan in spirit, not by name. A witch would have had little reason to come with the Puritans to America, but over 200 years is enough for such teachings to emerge. If they were witches they were clumsy, but they were only human,"
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				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 21:36:20</strong>
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				She nodded as she listened to him speak.&nbsp; "How did the whole Wiccan get started?" She asked him curiously.
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				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 22:00:26</strong>
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				&nbsp; "It was developed in England in the years before the Great War, by the social elite. Lords, judges, successful merchants. Like a secret society, until the 50s, when on their members, Gerald Gardner, made the knowledge available to the public. My understanding is he did this with the blessing, or at the very least the apathy of the other. He died 10 years later, some like to..." I turn my attention to a moving torch light: the security guard making rounds, possibly in preparation for closing time. Suddenly an idea occurs to me, an impulse, I must test you. "Oh dear, the guard is on the move, he's hunting us. <strong>Run</strong>."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">&nbsp; Using obey the spoken word on "run", mainly to test your will. Not sure how rules heavy you want this to be, so if its relevant I rolled: 1, 7, 4, 3, 5, 6,</div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 22:04:36</strong>
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				Her will was nowhere near as strong as her blood and on his command, she grabbed her books and ran to hide behind some shelves in a darkened corner.&nbsp; She had obeyed his command without hesitation, without question.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 22:21:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Well, you are only mortal. But seeing you run, my instincts are to chase. I duck behind a row of shelf, and decide to make things interesting. Inside me, I offer a sacrifice to the Abyss, and it hungrily drinks my vitae, and in return it offers it own essence: darkness. Oily tendrils of shadow leech out of me, coagulating into a shade skin that makes me more at home in these surroundings and more terrifying to behold. Slowly, taking care to move without a sound, I approach the area you fled to. I want to see how long you will hide for, how long before you mind recovers, but I also want to see you before you see me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 22:27:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hiding in the corner until I'm certain the coast is clear, I slowly emerge and begin to look for you.&nbsp; "Callisto?" I whisper as I peer around the shelf looking for you.&nbsp; Frowning when I don't see you anywhere, I assume you've left.&nbsp; I stoop down to put my books back in my backpack and prepare to leave myself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 22:40:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; When you are detracted with the backpack I creep up behind you, hungrily eying you unsuspecting form, knowing what a potent delicacy is hidden just beneath your skin. Unfortunately with that last blood offering the best has awoken, a chain broken, one that I will need blood to repair. If I drink of you know, I may take too much. Annoyed I dismiss my shade skin,&nbsp; and lay a hand on your shoulder. "Got you, I guess," I note. Once you have calmed down, "I did not mean literally run, but thank you for playing along I guess," I feign confusion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 22:48:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I jumped and almost screamed.&nbsp; My heart is racing in my chest.&nbsp; I gaze up at you confused myself now.&nbsp; "But you...you told me to run..."I frowned slightly.&nbsp; "I honestly don't know why I did...I mean...I don't always do what I'm told to do..."&nbsp; I pause.&nbsp; What I'm trying to say isn't coming out the way I mean it.&nbsp; I sighed softly.&nbsp; "Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee?" I ask.&nbsp; "There's this vendor on the boardwalk who makes an amazing cup."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 23:07:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Maybe you were caught in the mindset of a witch in the middle ages, distrusting the authority," I suggest with only a hint of mockery, finding your weakness more endearing than pathetic. "I'd love to," I nod at your suggestion, and offer you my hand, "To make sure you don't run away," I almost smile myself this time. We pass the security guard on the way out who looks at us quizzically, but does not ask any questions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 23:14:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nodded.&nbsp; "Perhaps..." I said softly as they we the library and began walking down the boardwalk.&nbsp; Its a bit dead at this time of night and I had forgotten how late it was.&nbsp; I frown slightly.&nbsp; "I guess the vendors are closed already.&nbsp; I didn't realize it was so late.&nbsp; I should really get back to the dorms," I said.&nbsp; Of course, I'm not looking forward to the walk across campus this late as a woman walking alone this late, it wasn't safe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 23:32:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I wonder what you are thinking, whether you realize on some unconscious instinctive level, that you are a hairs breadth away from a predator, a superior being. Probably not. The coffee is a disappointment, because I like you. Like no human before you interest me and I feel like you are worth possessing. Coffee would have helped with that, but there are other ways. “I’ll walk you home,” I offer, “Wouldn’t want something to happen to you because I kept you out so late,”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 23:36:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile up to you relieved to not have to walk across campus alone.&nbsp; I already feel safer.&nbsp; "I'd really appreciate that. They always tell us not to be out alone past 10.&nbsp; It's a safety thing," I explain as I walk alongside you.&nbsp; I tell you where my dorm is and its a good 10 or 15 minute walk from the library to get there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 23:48:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Well that gives us 15 minutes to talk about something," I offer you my hand again, "I think we discussed the Wiccans to the grave, so why don't you tell me about yourself Alexi. What do you plan to do once you graduate?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 00:14:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile some as I slip my hand in yours.&nbsp; "Oh, I don't know really.&nbsp; I guess find a job....But I still have another three and a half years before that.&nbsp; &nbsp;Hopefully meet Mr. Right at some point.&nbsp; Most of the college guys don't think about anything besides sex and partying.&nbsp; Neither are my strong points.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 01:00:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "And what would your ideal job be? If money were not a factor," I ask, stubbornly looking for a reason to justify my interest in you. There be must be something special, exceptional about you, to make you worthwhile of being mine. "What about hobbies? What do you do in your free time?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 01:30:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gazed to him.&nbsp; "I think I'd like to be a history teacher." She said softly as she walked alongside him.&nbsp; As for hobbies, I enjoy reading.&nbsp; I have my own library back home.&nbsp; I have everything from children's books, to history, art and of course the classics."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 02:48:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "You have your own library? Very impressive, I like your dedication to being informed. Tell me something interesting, something I won't know," I say, pleased at this revelation. You could help me in my research, once I decide to grant you a more meaningful glimpse into the occult, and trust you enough to read a book in my place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 03:18:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tilted my head some.&nbsp; "Something you won't know?&nbsp; Hmmm.....I don't think there's anything I could tell you that you wouldn't already know.&nbsp; You seem very intelligent." I say with a smile.&nbsp; "I'll tell you something about me though that not many people know.&nbsp; I have this fascination with vampires.&nbsp; It has to be my favorite fiction to read.&nbsp; Yes, I liked the Twlight series...only thing with it I didn't like was the sparkling in the sun.&nbsp; I love Anne Rice and Bram Stoker's Dracula was a favorite of mine as well..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 03:49:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Vampires? Now there was an interesting coincidence, a cheerful moment in a world of darkness. I knew who Dracula was, the arrogant Tzsimiche, but I was unsure of the other names you’d mentioned. Ann Rice had come up a couple of times, mentioned by some Wiccan who happened to like Cainites, but this Twilight was new. What in the Abyss did sparkling in the sun mean? “Vampire, eh? So you want me to bite your neck?” I stop and turn to face you, raising my free hand to the side of your neck you exposed when you tilted your head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 03:52:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I giggled some.&nbsp; "Bite my neck?&nbsp; Isn't that a bit cliche?&nbsp; If only vampires were real..." i said as I gazed up at you.&nbsp; "In the books I've read they are depicted as anywhere from romantic and protective to downright scary.&nbsp; Haven't you seen any of the vampire movies?&nbsp; Twlight?&nbsp; Underworld?" I ask.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 04:12:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; This time the perfect timing of your naive ignorance is too much and I chuckle heartily. "I have read Dracula, and I think that is how a vampire would act towards others. Uncaring, but not because he is evil, but simply because he is so different. But then there are the likes of Stregoni Benefici," I muse, lapsing into an authentic Italian accent for the last two words. "Movies? I have seen Dracula, Nosferatu, The Vampyre," Again I have not heard of this Twilight, or Underworld. As subtly as I can I bite my tongue, permitting a trickle of blood to wash around my mouth. The beast tastes it and is exciting, the dumb creature doesn't realize it’s my own. "Yes, neck biting is cliché. Perhaps I should just kiss you, and steal your heart away with my piercing gaze," I lean in to kiss you on the lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 04:23:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze up at you and in the darkness I don't see the blood,&nbsp; I do, however taste it in the kiss and become instantly addicted to it though I know not that it is indeed your blood.&nbsp; My mind and heart are both racing as we share the kiss and I even purr behind it a bit.&nbsp; Being a mortal, it doesn't take much and I can feel myself attracted to you a little more than I already was.&nbsp; &nbsp;I pull back and gaze up at you again with a smile.&nbsp; "That was...nice..." I say and as soon as I do silently scold myself.&nbsp; It was much better than "nice."&nbsp; "I'll have to let you watch Underworld and Twlight some time..." I say to you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 04:35:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; It only takes one drop. One drop to dream of me, one drop to fall under my shadow. And that is just what you get, as my tongue hesitantly explores your mouth, then I break away, holding you gently by the shoulders, “Sometimes you just know two things fit,” I say, mainly for your benefit more than actually believing it. Inside my mouth the tongue heals and I swallow what remains of the blood. “Maybe,” I say to your movie suggestion, then turn forwards, “Now let’s get you home. Aren’t you cold?” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 04:39:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you and nod.&nbsp; "It is getting a bit chilly out here."&nbsp; I lick my lips and watch you a moment.&nbsp; "I suppose I should be getting back.&nbsp; I continue to walk with you, leading you to my dorm.&nbsp; I pause before entering the code that will open the door for me.&nbsp; "Can...can I see you again?" I ask, already wanting to see you again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 04:45:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; As weak as the first night's drink is, its affects are already showing on you. "Yes Alexi, I would like that very much. You have my cell number," I lean in to give you a quick kiss on the lips as a farewell, "Good night, take care. And sweet dreams," I turn to walk away, carefully noting the location of your dorm, least I want to find it again some night.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 05:09:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smiled and nodded and watched you go as I entered the dorm and made my way to my room.&nbsp; I let myself in quietly and peeked out the window to see you disappearing from sight.&nbsp; That night I go to sleep and dream of seeing you again.&nbsp; <br><br>The next day I can hardly get you off my mind.&nbsp; I can't wait to see you again, and not knowing you won't get it right away, I send you a text asking if you'd like to meet on the boardwalk around 7ish to get that cup of coffee.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 13:27:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I still have the whole night ahead of me, and I do not feel like reading any books. Instead I drive out into the wilderness, letting the vitae within me drain away until nothing is left between me and the beast. It takes control, and I am not privy with its actions. Its sates its lust for destruction and I return, earth and maybe wood splinters under my nails, and the meager blood of a few animals. The rest of the night is spent feeding, spreading it across multiple juicebags to avoid killing them, as insignificant as they are.<br><br>&nbsp; I rise at 6.04 and not long after that I notice the text message you sent me. I can make it there in time, but I also need to shave and change. The suit I am currently wearing bears the mark of the raging beast. <span class="bbc_u">"I would love to. Sorry about the late reply, I left my phone at home"</span> I text back, taking my time to write out the message.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 14:19:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile as I finally receive your text as I'd been thinking you weren't interested.&nbsp; I don't know why but I feel the need to dress up for you a bit so I pick out a soft blood red dress, black stockings and heels.&nbsp; I fix up my hair and do my make up and grab a bus to the boardwalk.&nbsp; I step off the bus and look around a bit as I make my way over to the coffee vendor to wait for you there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 14:55:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; As I am getting ready I realize I need to shower too, and I end up being a quarter of an hour late, even driving. The suit I am wearing is much the same in style as I wore last night, only the tie is red dotted with black, and the white linen has sorter cuffs and collar. "Wow, from elegant to ravishing in a the space of the single day," I note when I see you, pleased at what I assume is a desire to please me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 15:05:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile as you speak and blush a bit.&nbsp; "Well I wanted to look good for You" came my reply. "You look good as always" Why did I say that I can't help but wonder.&nbsp; I've only seen you three times but I feel so drawn to you.&nbsp; I glance away a moment.&nbsp; My heart is racing. Yep I tell myself.&nbsp; I've got a crush. <br><br>So how about that coffee and maybe a walk on the beach below? " I suggest. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 15:30:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Thank you Alexi, it means a lot to me," inside I grin, knowing that soon you will be willing to do a lot more for me. Accepting your suggestion and we go to get coffee. The temptation is there to bind you a second time, but I do not. The second drink will be the point of no return, for after that I cannot leave you. The local Cammies may take that as a breach, and I need to be sure of you I tell myself, even though I know I already am.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 15:38:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I lead you to the coffee vendor and order myself a vanilla latte.&nbsp; I smile up to you.&nbsp; What would you like?&nbsp; &nbsp;I ask as the vendor looks to you for your order.&nbsp; To him we probably look like a typical couple. Even I am starting to feel like we have a relationship forming.&nbsp; I've never felt this way before. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 19:21:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; “I’ll...have an Americano,” I shrug, when in Rome as they say. I accept the Styrofoam cup and pay for both our drinks, looking for the opportunity to spill some out without you seeing. I walk over to a railing to look at the beach whilst we have our coffee. “How have you been? I must admit I was surprised you texted me so soon, but in a good way,” I wonder how forth coming you will be in your response.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 19:36:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile and walk alongside you.&nbsp; I lean against the railing and gaze out over the ocean.&nbsp; "I'm good.&nbsp; Had to turn in the outline for my paper today. " I pause.&nbsp; "I'll be honest with you and I hope I don't scare you off.&nbsp; I can't stop thinking about you .."&nbsp; I slowly gaze to you to see your reaction
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 20:14:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I lay my hand on your chest, "The human heart can be a strange thing. Sometimes it flutters, and when it does you will often act in a manner you perceive strange. It will calm itself, and when the rush ends I hope some of your feelings for me remain," Inside I can only laugh. I wonder if you too will see laugh when you understand what was happening to you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 23:19:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze up at you and smile.&nbsp; "I'm sure they will remain" I replied.&nbsp; "Want to walk down to the beach?"I ask.&nbsp; "It's beautiful at night andusually less crowded
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 23:33:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Your honesty pleases me and a smile flickers on my lips, as though yours were infectious. "Yes, that sounds lovely," I offer you my arm and we walk down to the beach. "I like your hair Alexi, its very vivid, a strong lively colour. And red is the perfect contrast to the darkness in all our souls. I can be uncaring towards others at times. Do you know what darkness is inside you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 23:43:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile and take your arm.&nbsp; "I don't think there is any darkness in me. .. I'm kind and nice to everyone or at least I try to be.&nbsp; I am Cranky if I don't get enough sleep but I wouldn't call that darkness. " I reply.&nbsp; The air is stirring lightly a crisp cool breeze. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 23:51:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I asked that question because I whilst you could be honest with me, I wanted to know if you could be honest with yourself. Your answer is a disappointment, but I don't show it. And it also makes me eager, eager to teach my thrall about the truth of the world that until now have hidden from here. "Well there are always those select few who have no darkness in them. Others need such untainted souls, to guide their way to a better life. Are you not cold?" I drag my arm across your shoulder and pull you close, as the warmth of my vitae is stronger than yours.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 00:30:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile some not fully understanding what you mean.&nbsp; I nod.&nbsp; "A little.&nbsp; &nbsp;I didn't expect it to cool off so quickly. "&nbsp; I nuzzle against you a bit for warmth.&nbsp; "So how was your day? " I ask
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 14:11:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "I'll guard you against the cold," I surprise myself with how much I like the feeling of you nuzzled against me, dependent on me. "I went out of town, to evaluated a carved stone tablet. It was authentic, a piece of a Babylonian temple wall, depicting some demon. You'd think it would be valuable, but it’s hard to find a buyer for such artifacts. Little appetite among collectors," I spin a tale.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 15:13:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile up at you.&nbsp; "That's very interesting.&nbsp; I'd like to see it some time.&nbsp; Old artifacts like that interest me for some reason.&nbsp; I guess because they are a piece of history." I reply and let my gaze wander upward.&nbsp; "It's so peaceful out here.&nbsp; You can see all the stars.&nbsp; You can't see them at the university much.&nbsp; Too many lights around."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 15:31:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "A glimpse into a life so far removed from your own..." I step behind you, draping my arms across your shoulders, admiring your neck when you crane it upwards. The beast within me is bored, it wants more blood. More of your blood inside me, more of my blood inside you. "Yes, lights are always prettier when viewed from afar, like the stars, or a city viewed from a hill top," I softly kiss the side of your neck, resisting the urge to bite.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 15:46:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod in agreement.&nbsp; I'm not expecting the kiss to my neck and a purr escapes my lips and my head tilted giving you more access toit&nbsp; "That feels nice" I murmur. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 15:54:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Who would have known such simple affection could be so enjoyable? "Good, that was my intention," I kiss you several more times, moving upwards towards your cheek. I begin to gentle turn you around so you are facing me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 19:19:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I sigh softly.&nbsp; I'm content with being in your arms.&nbsp; I smile as you turn me to face you and I gaze up at you.&nbsp; I stare into your eyes and I'm certain I could lose myself in them. I lick my lips then stand on my Tiptoes and press my lips lightly to yours
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 19:43:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I like this. I like you. Our lips touch, then I part them and push my tongue into your mouth, even closing my eyes. My grip around you tightens. Yes, I want you as my thrall. I break the kiss long enough to bite my tongue, then resume, this time more passionately, one hand reaching down to grab your buttocks, squeezing tightly. Two drinks, you are mine now, and soon you will be completely so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 23:07:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp softly as the kiss turns more passionate more possessive.&nbsp; I tremble slightly in your arms and this kiss makes me realize I wish to be yours.&nbsp; I've never felt so strongly about another before and my arms slide up and around your neck.&nbsp; I pull back gasping for breath as the kiss has been so intense I'm left breathless.&nbsp; I gaze into your eyes.&nbsp; "I..I think I'm falling for you callisto. " I nearly whisper
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 23:27:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I return your gaze, and my expression is carefully calculated, I smile happily and truly, but I am careful to include a shadow of uncertainty in there, as if your sudden, intense feelings were a source of puzzlement for me. I let go of you, gently removing your arms from my neck, and take half a step back. "I am sorry Alexi, that was disrespectful of me. I should not push ahead so aggressively, this is only our first date," You are special, the first mortal ever to be bonded to me, and I want to find out precisely how loyal you are, how much I possess you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 23:46:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My smile fades and I gaze up at you.&nbsp; I'm afraid I may have pushed you away.&nbsp; I lower my eyes.&nbsp; "I...I'm sorry....I..I should sometimes keep my thoughts and feelings to myself.&nbsp; " I say softly and turn and gaze out at the ocean as I silently scold myself.&nbsp; I should have waited but you are all I can think about and my feelings are so much stronger after that kiss.&nbsp; I was sure you felt the same.&nbsp; I sigh softly and hold back my tears of disappointment.&nbsp; They'll come later when I'm alone.&nbsp; I refuse to let you see me cry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 23:58:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Its strange, but seeing how hurt you are at my games, a small part of me feels sorry fr you, wants to comfort you. "No Alexi, you should be honest and open, I like that about you," I take you in my arms and kiss the crown of your head, "Its just, I was raised differently, and you didn't seem like the kind of girl to take things so fast. I don't want to pry or anything, it was just a surprise, but I pleasant surprise," I reassure you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 00:10:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tense for a moment, but I quickly relax in your arms.&nbsp; "I...I didn't think telling you how I felt was moving too fast.&nbsp; I mean, yes...we just met a few days ago, but I am so drawn to you...I feel like..I was meant to be yours..." I say softly as I lean back against you.&nbsp; I keep my gaze fixed on the waves that are rolling in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 00:22:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "It was myself I was disappoint with really. The way I kissed you, grabbed you, it was inappropriate," I place a hand on your cheek and stroke it, checking for tears. You had sounded so sad just moments ago. "You really feel that strongly about me? I, I couldn't have dreamed for something so fortunate. You are pretty, intelligence, sweat natured and considerate..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 00:30:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My eyes are shining with tears I held back.&nbsp; I smile some as you pay me compliment after compliment.&nbsp; "I just try to be nice to everyone....but yes.&nbsp; I really feel that way about you.&nbsp; I've never felt so strongly about another...And...I....I didn't mind the kiss or the way you grabbed me....It seemed...just the opposite...It seemed natural...in that moment."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 00:42:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; So strongly tied to me, from just two drops, I’m almost afraid to think what will befall you when you take the third. And the way you lean into me, idolize me, submit yourself to me; I really am becoming one of those Degenerates. I am lost in thought and so I just silently hold you. Occasionally my finger twitches as the beast within grows tired of the scene, but on this night I find it easy to suppress, held fast with chains of my twisted pleasure at the creation of my first thrall.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 00:45:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As you are silent, so remain I.&nbsp; I am afraid if I speak I'll ruin the moment.&nbsp; The wind begins to pick up a bit.&nbsp; I shiver lightly, yet I don't complain of being cold, even though I am getting that way.&nbsp; I make a mental note to prepare better next time.&nbsp; I'm already looking forward to seeing you again and you haven't even left.&nbsp; You've almost completely consumed my mind.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 00:50:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Although I am lost in thought, I do not forget you are in my arm, and once I catch myself planting a kiss on your forehead. Eventually however the beast breaks free, long enough to end this boring nothing. I twitch and step back, "Cold must have got to me," I declare. "Do you want to go somewhere warmer?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 00:53:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shiver some and nod.&nbsp; "Yes....please....I'm freezing..." I say and rub my arms.&nbsp; "I was enjoying being in your arms...I..I didn't wish to leave them.&nbsp; Do you know of a place?" I ask showing just how much I really do trust you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 01:12:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Yes, I know of a place, and we are suitable dressed," I take your hand and lead you up off the beach. "You look beautiful in that dress, but it is not the best garment for walks on the beach in this weather. Still, I'm flattered you wanted to wear something special for me," I lead you to my car, opening the passenger side door for you. Inside the heating it cranked up, its been so long since it was last used it must be full of dust, but it does its job.<br><br>&nbsp; I drive for 15 minutes, parking outside a pub on the first floor of a 7 story block, identified as The Black Cat, an uncreatively named place that is popular with the local witches. There are only three other people inside: another couple dressed gothic attire and the barmaid, a middle aged woman dressed as a Halloween witch, complete with the pointing hat. There is a fireplace next to the other couple, and I use them as an excuse to head to a shadowy corner a far distance away from the flickering, menacing flames. "Do you want a drink?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 01:19:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile up at you and walk with you back to your car.&nbsp; Once in the passenger seat I fasten my seat belt and by now my teeth are chattering because I'm so cold.&nbsp; I'm thankful it doesn't take the car long to get nice and warm.&nbsp; I watch you as you drive us to our destination. <br><br>I gaze up at the building we park outside of.&nbsp; I've never heard of this place before.&nbsp; I smile as I get out and enter with you.&nbsp; It's nice and warm inside and I gaze about a bit.&nbsp; I gaze to you.&nbsp; Something warm.&nbsp; "Hot chocolate, maybe?" I ask as I walk with you to the darkened corner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 01:31:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "I'll see what I can do," I head to the bar and talk to Mindy as she insists we call her. The order takes a while and when I return I am holding two mugs of mulled wine, "Closest I could do," I apologize. We sit in saggy chairs chairs on either side of a low table of grainy wood. The chairs are big enough to that you could sit in my lap comfortable, so I sit down, wondering if you will take the initiative. We are in an alcove, hidden from the other couple and concerned from Mindy, who periodically pops out of view as she marches along behind the bar. "To Wiccans," I raise my mug, "They brought us together,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 01:40:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile softly and move over to sit with you in your chair.&nbsp; I like and rather prefer the closeness it offers.&nbsp; I watch for any resistance that you'd rather I not.&nbsp; I lift my mug and smile.&nbsp; "I'll second that..."&nbsp; I take a sip.&nbsp; I'm not use to wine but I do not object and sip from my mug.&nbsp; "Not many people here," I say softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 01:51:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; So eager. I lay a hand on your waist, moving it in a small stroking motion. I realize too late that it will now be more difficult to feign drinking my wine, I can only hope you are too distracted to notice. "Yeah, some more will come in later, but Mindy makes most of her money&nbsp; renting it out for parties. Wiccans can be pretty crazy, and their are beds upstairs," I note offhandedly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 02:04:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod to you.&nbsp; "I see.&nbsp; It's a nice place here. "&nbsp; I'm really not paying attention to whether or not you are drinking or not.&nbsp; I lay my head gently on your shoulder.&nbsp; I'm just enjoying being in your arms.&nbsp; "Do you come here often?" I ask.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 02:15:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; “Yes I like it, but I don’t come here too often, maybe twice a month,” I shrug, following your lead and relaxing in the chair, but making sure my grip of you remains tight. Then I remember a comment you made last night, “You said you liked vampires. How would you live your life differently if you were one?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 02:18:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze at you.&nbsp; It feels nice that you remembered something I said.&nbsp; "Well, I guess I'd become more of a night time person.&nbsp; Hmmm, if I were a vampire, I'd switch my college classes to online as there'd be no need to go to class then and I could still get my degree.&nbsp; I suppose too my diet would change to blood and I'd have to be more careful I guess.&nbsp; If vampires were real, I don't think they'd want a lot of people knowing about them as that would be like old Salem and the witch hunts."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 17:11:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "You've put some thought into it," I try to sound impressed, "And yes, they would hide themselves. It has taken centuries for witches to feel safe enough to to live openly, and vampires would be an entire other race," I almost ask you how you would hide your lack of reflection, or pretend to eat and drink, but I do not as I am worried doing so will make you more observant of my efforts. It can wait.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 17:15:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you.&nbsp; "Well I'm just going off books and movies.&nbsp; They seem to hide their true nature and try to blend in.&nbsp; Seems when they are found out whether they've done anything or not someone wants to kill them simply because they're different"I reply
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 17:24:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "You understand humans well, they would do that. They already do it to themselves. But then, perhaps we should not feel too fearful for the fate of the perfect hunter, who can command the power of C-the night," I almost said Caine. I am impressed by your inadvertent understanding of how the Camarilla works, human seemed to have been able to make some blind guesses about us that hit the mark through chance. I make a note to question you later about this, falling silent once again as I consider the many wars of my clan and kindred. The struggle of the clans, the Sabbat and the Camarilla, the Jyhad...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 21:35:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze at you curiously.&nbsp; I have no clue you're real or rather your kind is real and figure everything I've said is just common sense.&nbsp; I notice you've gone silent.&nbsp; "Is something wrong? " I ask softly after a few moments of silence. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 21:52:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Huh? Oh no, I was just enjoying, our company," I explain, "Normally with people, I have to hear them talk so much, to mine droplets of sense out of their incessant babbling. You have a talent for speaking the truth far more efficiently,” I lay my head on your side of yours, my thoughts swiftly returning to the Swords of Cain. Gutted, rotten buildings in which we would gather, and preach war against the Camarilla, against the Antediluvians themselves, and then we would go back, to playing games of pain without purpose.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 22:04:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you. Well I don't know about intelligent.&nbsp; I thought it was just common sense" I say softly.&nbsp; &nbsp;I smile to you.&nbsp; I'm enjoying being in your arms.&nbsp; I lean up and softlykiss your cheek again.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I like being in your arms like this" I say quietly
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 22:24:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Still, they had values. The Sabbat looked after one another, sometimes they even risk their lives to save a pack mate, when did that ever happen in the civilized Camarilla? No seemingly friendly handshakes lined with hidden fangs either. I feel, conflicted, I don't belong anywhere. I will never wield power among my own kindred, I barely ever interact with them, and the thralls are already claimed by someone else. Inside the beast rears its shapeless head and roars, instincts banishing darkness. It reveals in my misery, urging me to lash out, wash away my frustration with the blood of others. I pull you against me, squeezing tightly. Too tightly I realize a moment later and release you, "I'm sorry, I don't know my own strength. I wanted to surprise you, and I guess I did, just in a bad way," I say apologetically. Inside, the beast is once again restrained.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 22:35:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I whimper as you squeeze me too tight.&nbsp; I look up at up when you release me and apologize.&nbsp; I'm confused by your actions.&nbsp; "Callisto.. you have nothing to apologize for.&nbsp; I can sense something troubles you.&nbsp; Please. . You can talk to me" I say as I gently pry. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 22:47:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; As gentle as your prying is, it still annoys me. <em>Do not ask about what you cannot comprehend you whimpering thrall</em> I, or the beast, wants to snap. But I do not, "I, its just, its not, I've never had someone be so interest in me so quickly. I feel like you are placing me on a pedestal, and that I won't be able to live up to your image of me. I'm not sure how good I will be at handling a relationship,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 23:01:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tilt my head slightly and nod.&nbsp; I sigh softly and I don't press further.&nbsp; "You've not disappointed me yet" I respond.&nbsp; I gaze about but I remain quiet now.&nbsp; I feel as if I've struck a nerve and I don't want you to get tired of me already. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 23:12:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I hug you again, this time in full control of my arms. I stroke your back softly, "Good, I hope that continues to be the case," I don't say anything more, falling silent again, but this time my thoughts are far from the world of my kin. They are of me and you, the third drink and being able to shed this pretense and reveal my nocturnal majesty.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 23:22:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I lean back against you enjoying the feel of your arms again.&nbsp; I gaze to an old clock on the wall.&nbsp; It's nearly midnight but I do not wish to leave your arms just yet.&nbsp; I sigh.&nbsp; I know I will have to soon as I have an early class in the morning.&nbsp; &nbsp;I slowly turn to face you.&nbsp; "Much as I hate to. ..I need to be getting back. ..I have a class first thing in the morning. " I say softly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 23:37:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I nod, releasing you with a slowness that could be seen as reluctance. "All good things thing...," I kiss you on the lips, standing up carefully and gripping your arm by the elbow to pull you up with me, "I'll drive you home," I offer, grabbing the two mugs, noticing mine is more than half full. This is good and I like it, but it will get better after the third drink.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 23:44:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you and nod and return your kiss. I stand up to follow you back to your car.&nbsp; "When can I see you again" I ask.&nbsp; We haven't even parted yet and I'm already dreading being away from you.&nbsp; I sigh softly in the night air.&nbsp; It's going to be hard to focus on Mr test tomorrow. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 00:00:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I walk you to the car, opening the door to the cold shell of the vehicle. The heating is once again cranked up and I drive slowly, finding the experience oddly enjoyable, rather than a mild inconvenience like it usually is. "I'll be busy tomorrow for most of the day, ringing up potential clients for that Babylonian tablet. We can meet up after I am finished. I'll ring you then, okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 00:07:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled brightly to him.&nbsp; That sounds good.&nbsp; It will let me focus on my classes and get homework out of the way so well have the entire night together.&nbsp; There's no classes the next day.&nbsp; Teachers have some workshop or something.&nbsp; I explain.&nbsp; The trip back seems too quick.&nbsp; She sighed.&nbsp; She leaned in and kissed his cheek.&nbsp; Thank you for a wonderful evening cCallisto. I say softly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 00:16:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; When you lean in to kiss me I grip your shoulder, pushing my tongue into your mouth with the same passion with which I bonded you a second time on the beach. My tongue, unbleeding this time, seeks out yours, then after a few long seconds I release you. "It was my pleasure," I smile, and drive off.<br><br>&nbsp; As soon as I am around the corner I hit the gas, wanting to ride home with an element of danger, going 20 above the speed limit. I get home feeling focused, and spend the rest of the night running over the local fey sightings. Bright eyes, secretive, fear of iron. Nothing concrete, so many possibilities. By the time I have organized and prioritized the leads and information, I can feel dawn approaching. My last thought is of you, my thrall is almost complete.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 00:27:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I'm left breathless by the kiss and I smile as I watch you drive away.&nbsp; I return to my dorm show and go to bed.&nbsp; The next day I go to class.&nbsp; I can't stop thinking about you and I can't wait to see you again.&nbsp; The day and my classes seem much longer.&nbsp; As I'm heading back to my room I trip and fall.&nbsp; I skin my knee.&nbsp; I hobble to my room and sigh.&nbsp; I go to clean the wound but I'm shocked to find its healed.&nbsp; &nbsp;I can't understand it and I can't explain it. <br><br>I go shower and put on a pair of jeans and a tank top.&nbsp; I add a jacket to top of the outfit and I wait for your call. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 00:41:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I awaken in my sun proof room, rising instantly. I had no dreams, I never do. I do not think kindred have dreams, only nightmares, when the horror of our unlives becomes too much for us to handle. I have seen glimpses of the Abyss, I am sure I will never succumb to nightmares. I look at my phone, wondering if you had called or texted me during the day. The clock reads 5:52. "Hi, Alexi? I'm free now, and sick of talking to art collectors. I'll come over and pick you up, okay?" &nbsp;After the call I head to my car, a single drop of blood occupying my whole mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 02:10:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had sent a hello text and when you called my eyes lit up.&nbsp; I couldn't wait to see you.&nbsp; I told you I'd meet you out side the dorms.&nbsp; I smiled as I saw your car approaching. I couldn't wait to be in your arms again. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 02:22:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I get out of the car, seeing that you are ready outside and waiting. Impressed by your eagerness I get out of the car and accept you into my arms. "I see you learned you're lesson from yesterday. Its a bit of a shame, but these clothes look good on you as well," I note eventually, kissing your forehead. "Can I go upstairs and use your facilities?" I am eager to bond you for the third and final time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 02:40:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile up at you and hug you tightly.&nbsp; I've missed you very much today.&nbsp; I nod and lead you upstairs to my dorm room which has its own bathroom.&nbsp; My room mate is out with her boyfriend so there is privacy.&nbsp; I let you in and you get a glimpse of my dorm room.&nbsp; <br><br>My bed has a purple satin comforter on it and a shelf of vampire books above the bed.&nbsp; A simple worn teddy bear is on the bed. There's a desk that has my books and such and a trunk at the foot of the bed holds my clothes that aren't hanging on the back of the door.&nbsp; "Bathroom is through there." I say and point to a door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 02:54:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I cannot even be bothered going through with my ruse, instead turning to you as soon as we are in your room. "I've been meaning to ask you something," I say slowly, sweaty. I bite my tongue. A finger caresses your cheek, then lays upon your shoulder as I lean in to kiss you, smearing my blood across your mouth as the hand on your shoulder tightens and my other arms wraps around your waists, holding you close. I break away abruptly. "Just how deep do your feelings for me go? Tell me everything,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 02:59:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp softly at the kiss and taste that sweet blood of you that binds me to you even more and I feel my feelings grow even stronger.&nbsp; Now to a point that I never want to leave your side.&nbsp; I gaze up at you as you ask me about my feelings.&nbsp; "I...I won't scare you away if I tell you, will I?" I ask as my feelings are so strong they almost scare me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 03:04:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; The third drink, you are now mine completely. My first thrall, a beautiful specimen who will need my guidance to live in this new world that has until now escaped her notice. "No, I just need you to be honest with me," I smile encouragingly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 03:05:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gazed up at you.&nbsp; "I...I don't ever wish to be apart from you again....I...I love you Callisto..." I say and gaze up at you with adoration shining in my eyes.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 03:16:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; My smile of encouragement turns to one of approval. "That's good Alexi, I am happy to hear that. I think we can make this work, but we have a lot of talking to do. How about we stay in for the night? How long will we be alone here?" I move over to your bed and sit down on it, with my back leaning against the wall. "We may as well be comfortable. Now last night you told me that you thought there was no darkness in you, which could be true. Let me ask you, what is the most shameful thing you have ever done? I won't judge you, I just need you to be honest with me,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 03:19:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze over at you and tilt my head.&nbsp; "Well, I don't know when my room mate will be back.&nbsp; She's out with her boyfriend." I move to curl up to you and I smile some.&nbsp; "The most shameful thing..." I think a moment.&nbsp; "When I was...6, I stole a candy bar from the store..."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 03:28:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I lay an arm possessively over your curled up form. "You truly are an innocent," I exclaim. Not to fear, I will place the darkness inside of you, guide its way into your willing soul. "And what about secrets? What are your three deepest secrets Alexi?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 03:39:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I curl more up to you with your arm around me.&nbsp; "Hmmm....lets see.&nbsp; I don't really have any deep secrets...You know one already that I'm fascinated with vampires....When I'm sad I like to eat mint chocolate chip ice cream....and...well...I'm a virgin..." I say to you
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 03:50:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I like the way the blood has turned you into an open book, but I am finding that plenty of pages are blank, for me to write on with blood and shadow. "A virgin? So am I your first boyfriend? Do you touch yourself? What are your sexual fantasies?" I ask, turning to look at you when you answers, fingers caressing your cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 03:58:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze up at you.&nbsp; "Not my first boyfriend no, but I've never felt this strongly before.&nbsp; And I do..have a couple fantasies..." I say and I blush a bit.&nbsp; "Of course, I want my first time to be special...kinda like a sweep me off my feet and romance me..."I smile a bit.&nbsp; "Though...I do have another.&nbsp; I told my room mate about it one night when we played a game of truth or dare...she told me I was crazy....so I figure you'll think I am as well...but...well...I want to be tied down and at the mercy of my lover..." I blush a bit..."at your mercy Callisto..." I add quietly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 04:17:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "That's not crazy Alexi, its just a desire to be possessed by someone else, to serve them, to be cared for," I gaze into your eyes and kiss your lips, your reward for volunteering for my curiosity your most intimate secrets. "Is there anything else you feel embarrassed about? Anything that caused other people to call you crazy when you told them about it?" I inquire, and after you answer I suddenly change the topic. "Is there anything you'd like to ask?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 04:22:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No not really...Just the tie me down bit..." I reply.&nbsp; I smile and return your kiss and tilt my head some.&nbsp; "What about you...what's your secret?" I ask.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 04:40:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "I am quite a bit more complex, I have lived longer. In time you will know my secrets Alexi, but for now, let's just say that I have killed in self defense, and also saved the life of a close friend when under fire from enemies," my eyes are drawn to your exposed neck, "Do you trust me Alexi? Trust me completely?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 04:42:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you.&nbsp; You really don't look that much older than me.&nbsp; I nod though.&nbsp; "I trust you Callisto.&nbsp; Completely..." I reply as my eyes watch yours.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 04:52:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Then close your eyes, and wait here for me. I will be back son," I want to do this, make your thralldom to me complete. I leave the room, attempting to move as quietly as possibly. I head to the kitchen and pick up a mug, using a single finger to rip open my wrist, and bleed the cup full of blood, then the wound vanishes. I then return to you, whispering "Alexi, I'm here," I kiss your lips, "Keep your eyes closed, and drink this," the mug is lifted to your mouth, "Tell me how it makes you feel,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 04:58:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you and tilt my head some and watch you a moment curiously.&nbsp; I close my eyes and wait.&nbsp; I resist the urge to peek, but the bond you already have over me aids in preventing me from doing so.&nbsp; I feel the mug lifted to my lips and taste your blood.&nbsp; I'm instantly hooked and I drink every drop.&nbsp; It feels as if I'm drinking fire and its burning through my veins.&nbsp; My eyes open and I gaze into yours.&nbsp; The bond complete and I feel as if I am yours.&nbsp; "I...I feel different...And now I...I know I never want to be apart from you....Staying here...while you stay where you stay...that's not an option....I have to be where you are..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 05:15:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I return your gaze and hungrily kiss you, tasting the remnants of my blood inside your mouth. Eventually I speak, "I think this can work Alexi, but there are conditions. You must agree to obey me, your must be willing to learn self control, and learn more about my world, and learn skills to better serve me," I speak slowly to emphasize just how big a decision this will be for you, even if you cannot properly refuse. "If you can agree to that, then I think things could work between us, and you can move in with me,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 05:21:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I moan softly behind the kiss and I gaze into your eyes as you speak.&nbsp; I slowly nod.&nbsp; "I'll do anything...anything you say to be with you..." I say softly even though I still don't fully grasp what your words mean.&nbsp; I smile to you.&nbsp; I'm happy being in your arms and being close to you.&nbsp; "I love you Callisto..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 15:04:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Good, I value loyalty," I draw my nail along your neck, from jaw to shoulder, recall the potent smell, the merest hint of a taste, and how so small of offering was so exquisite. "I will need to test your loyalty, and test your skills. But not now, for now, we can just enjoy each others company," Sitting cross legged, I lower your head into my lap, "I love you too Alexi," I stroke your head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 16:00:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze up at you as you stroke my hair.&nbsp; I wonder just how it is you're going to test my loyalty.&nbsp; What sort of skills are you looking forI ask.&nbsp; Thinking on the things you've told mme I'm assuming computer skills or something like that. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 16:23:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I am sure you have questions about my plans, but you do not ask them and I do not press you for what is on your mind. My own thoughts are occupied with your blood: I have decided I will drink from you before the night is over, but not yet. I continue to stroke your head, looking down at your eyes, so of admiration. It is a good feeling. This must be why mortals keep pets, but my pet is far more special than any they will ever have.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 16:38:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smiled up at you and finally muster the courage to ask.&nbsp; "What skills of mine do you wish to test?&nbsp; All you need to do is tell me what you're looking for and if I know how I'll tell you and if I don't...you can teach me.&nbsp; I'm a real fast learner..." I say
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 16:54:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I find it amusing you have not asked how I will test your loyalty. "You will need to learn about Wicca lore, and how to defend yourself. Brawling, maybe weapon fighting and shooting. If you are a fast learner that will serve us both well, as I am sure there will be situations in the future that will require one of us to learn something new,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 17:03:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you wondering why those skills are necessary.&nbsp; "Why do I need to learn those things?&nbsp; And...how will you test my loyalty?"&nbsp; I've never shot a gun before, but I am quite proficient with a bow.&nbsp; Though I will show you that later
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 17:21:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "If we are to be together, you will need to enter my world, and if it not as nice, nor as safe as the simple life of a college student. You will need to be able to defend yourself physically, as a precaution. As for your loyalty, I will test it simply by telling you to do things. They may seems strange, but sometimes you will find yourself in situations that you cannot understand, and so my orders may not make sense to you, but I need to know you will do them. This may sound heavy for you Alexi, but I know you are capable of it. And it is worth it, for us to be together is it not?" I lower your head from my lap to the bed, then lie down next to you, kissing you on the lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 17:25:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I listen and try to understand what you're saying.&nbsp; The only thing I do know is, anything will make being with you worth it.&nbsp; I smile as you lie next to me and I return your kiss eagerly.&nbsp; While I have been kissed before you....no one ever kissed me the way you do.&nbsp; I close my eyes to the kiss and I sigh happily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 17:34:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Such a simple creature, willing to give me everything, for such small, token affections, the thought is laced with the contempt of the beast for all other life. But are my affections for you fully token? I don't think so, there is a joy in granting you happiness. If nothing else it pisses off the beast, who has made my unlife rather difficult at certain times in history. "Your so understanding, I appreciate it," I grip your body in a gentle embrace.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 17:46:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you and nuzzle against your chest.&nbsp; I pause though and listen.&nbsp; You don't have a heartbeat...."Um....Callisto...Your heart isn't beating...." I say as I try to listen more intently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 18:02:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Of course. I may be blessed with a warmth in my vitae absent to most kindred, but I am still dead, and I can breath uselessly as long as I remember to, but making my heart beat uselessly is far harder. I will need some time. 12 seconds. "WHAT?!" I jump up off the bed, gasping repeatedly. 1, 2, 3. "What do you mean my heart is not beating?" I place my hand to my own chest. 4,5,6. Dead vitae is consumed within me, whilst what remains in my heart begins to stir. I back away until I am at the door, "Of course it is," 7,8,9. "Don't scare me like that. I don't know why I was scared, it clearly isn't true, but I was," 10, 11, 12. My heart puts on a performance of living, "Come here, check again," I step towards the edge of the bed. Part of my wishes I had not been able to think so fast, to reveal my true nature to you, but I have not completed testing you. I know inside that you will pass my future tests, but I do not wish to break the masquerade until I am sure. However that charade was expensive, and I am now hungry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 18:10:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze at you as I am knocked off you in your attempt to get away from me and I scratch my arm on the corner of my desk.&nbsp; I watch you a moment and your actions are well...puzzling.&nbsp; I slowly get up and approach you.&nbsp; I'm unaware of the bit of blood that's on my arm as I walk toward you.&nbsp; I place my ear to your chest and I do indeed hear your heart beating.&nbsp; "I...I guess...I guess I wasn't listening in the right spot..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 18:29:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Yeah, you must have. Oh you," I grip your body tightly. All is well, but then I catch the scent of your blood in the air. The scratch on your arm, <em>you clumsy bitch</em> the beast within me roars in delight. "Let me show you something," I almost growl, my lips touch your neck, but I cannot even complete the kiss before my fangs break the skin. Your warm blood flows into my mouth and I drink it greedily. It is time for you to repay me for the blood I have graced you with.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 18:32:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nuzzle against you and gaze up as you speak.&nbsp; I gasp at the moment of pain before the pleasure of the kiss washes over me.&nbsp; I moan softly and my knees buckle as you feed from me.&nbsp; I become dizzy from the pleasure.&nbsp; My blood is more potent than you first realized and pure.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 18:49:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I have never consumed blood so strong, so exquisite in taste. It is not quite like the blood of a fellow kindred, but you are as much above the other mortal as they are above the common animal. I only intended to take a couple of sips, but I end up drinking nearly 3 pints, one for each of the drops of blood I have given you. For a normal mortal this would be risky, but you are augmented, and will survive, but not without noticing the lost. I cannot go any further, so I reluctantly stop drinking. I pause to reflect on my feeding, holding you firmly against me. I notice blood trickling down your shoulder and quickly lick it up, enjoying one last taste of your incredibly vitae, before closing the two wounds. "Well, how did that feel?" I ask, laying you down on the bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 21:31:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I can feel myself growing weaker as you drink.&nbsp; I nearly lose consciousness and I gaze up at you as you lay me on my bed.&nbsp; "That felt amazing.&nbsp; &nbsp;But I'm so tired now.&nbsp; What did you do to me?&nbsp; I ask softly.&nbsp; I'm almost sure you bit me.&nbsp; &nbsp;But in my woozy state I don't put it altogether. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 22:02:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "A Wicca spell," I speak firmly, wanting my voice to penetrate your haze ridden mind. I fold the covers over you. "But you do look tired. You should <strong>sleep</strong>," I that voice of mine that commands obedience. Normally such a command would not work as mortals cannot control when they sleep. However in your state, it was only a matter of time before you slipped into dreams, so it should . Once you are resting I set about making my cover story. It will only need to last until the next night, where I will reveal the world of the kindred to you. I go out and acquire three items: a bottle of hard liquor, some Chinese food and a bottle of iron pills (the latter requiring some help from homeless man, bent to my will).<br><br>&nbsp; I return, checking that you are still resting, then pour nearly all of the liquor into the sink, leaving it on your desk, next to two mugs, one with a drop of of the stuff in it. I have heard that iron pills can help a mortal recover from being fed upon, so I crush up five and stir them in water, and very carefully get you to swallow the mixture. Then I sleep the Chinese food, a glass of water and a not next to your sleeping form. <span class="bbc_u">"Hi there sweetie, we got pretty drunk last night. Eat and drink, it will help you recover. I had to go before you woke up, I will be busy all day, but I will come around in the evening to pick you up and take you to my place. Have a bag of your things place.</span> Just before I leave, I realize the room looks a bit too tidy and knock over a few things. Back home I spent some futile hours studying, the beast may be sated but my own annoyance still lingers. Eventually dawn arrives.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 01:57:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze into your eyes as you command me to sleep but my eyes flutter closed and I fall into a slumber.&nbsp; I sleep peacefully while you're gone.&nbsp; I wake some time later.&nbsp; I'm still really tired and I skip classes telling my room mate that I don't feel well.&nbsp; I read over the note and spy the food and water.&nbsp; I eat it as I read over the note.&nbsp; Odd, I think.&nbsp; I've never drank alcohol before in my life and I can't remember a thing about doing so.&nbsp; <br><br>I rest much of the day and send you a couple texts.&nbsp; One telling you that I missed you and the other to say I love you.&nbsp; They are sent several hours apart.&nbsp; &nbsp; Around 5:30 I get ready and pack up an over night bag.&nbsp; I dress in jeans again as its chilly out and Necro University hoodie.&nbsp; I wait for you outside my dorm in the same place as the night before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 02:25:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Another dreamless day, and then the blessed darkness returns. I look around my house for anything I do not want you to see, but the occult tomes scattered on the table and sofa will mean nothing to you, and the only mirror is in my bedroom. A fascination with my own nature. I have not shaven, giving me a 5 o'clock shadow, and I am wearing the same suit as yesterday. I drive over to you, hoping I can resist drinking too much of your sweet vitae in days to come, the memory of the taste still dear to me. There you are, eagerly waiting for me in the cold. I get out of the car and hug you, "You've recovered rather well. So how much did you miss me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 02:32:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile as I see you approaching and I hug you tightly when you hug me.&nbsp; "More than I could ever begin to tell you." My smile grows as I nuzzle against you a bit.&nbsp; "I'm feeling better.&nbsp; I didn't go to class today because I was so tired." I explain.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 02:45:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "I'm sorry I couldn't be there when you woke up, and don't worry about missing class today, it wasn't your fault," I allow you to nuzzle against me for a short while before gently breaking free. "Is that the bag you packed? I hope that red dress of your is in there, I open the car door for you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 02:48:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile and nod.&nbsp; "It is..and yes, I brought the red dress too."&nbsp; I slide into the car and put my bag at my feet.&nbsp; "So, what are the plans for tonight?" I ask softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 16:56:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Good, you looked so nice in that," I nod as you get inside. Feeling the urge for a little danger I stamp on the gas pedal and speed off, driving at just over the speed limit for the first part of the journey. "I was thinking I'd take you back to my place, and introduce you to me life, my world," I offer, amused by the hidden meaning. <br><br>&nbsp; I live in an admittedly rather dinky apartment on the third floor, most of the building is a now closed art gallery. It has access via a private stairway, one of the main reasons I acquired it. The actual furniture inside is actually rather nice, leather sofa, solid oak tables, one of the book shelves is even made mahogany. There are no plants and certainly no pets, instead occult drawings of fairies and demons decorate the walls, complimented by the hand written pages displayed on every surface. "It serves a purpose, I'm afraid that purpose was never meant to be having guests over. Will this do for now? We can work to improve it in the future," 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 17:00:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gazed about the apartment as I&nbsp; entered.&nbsp; I smiled faintly and turn back to look at you.&nbsp; "At least you have a kitchen area and it's like 10 times bigger than my dorm room.&nbsp; &nbsp;And...the best part of all...I could stay with you...You'd never be able to stay over with me.&nbsp; Only college students are allowed to sleep in the dorms." I say not realizing you couldn't stay due to the lack of darkness during the day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 17:18:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Yes, this will be much better for our mutual satisfaction," I say in an absent minded tone as I clear the sofa, taking care not to break the old pages when I move them. "Come and sit down," I pat my lap, "And tell me, have you noticed anything strange happening with you lately? Other than falling for a handsome stranger with a mysterious nature," You have not only three drops of my blood inside you, but also a whole pint, enough to make you a ghoul. My ghoul. That blood should be augmenting you, making you more resilient, stronger. I wonder if you have noticed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 17:25:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and I move to you. I curl up in your lap.&nbsp; "Well...actually..I fell yesterday as I was rushing to get from one class to another.&nbsp; I skinned my hands and my knees.&nbsp; But, when I got back to my dorm to clean up...they were healed.&nbsp; I mean completely, like they were never there...See?"&nbsp; I show you my hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 17:31:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; So you have noticed, although possibly not through your own observation skills, you needed a little help. Needed to be a little clumsy. That seems to be serving you well in discovering the secret of the kindred. "Its to be expected. Listen to me chest Alexi, try to find a heart beat. Don't be afraid," I instruct you, a hand holds you gently by the wrist, ready to grip tighter if need be.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 17:33:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and lay my head against your chest.&nbsp; I listen and listen and move my head a bit.&nbsp; My eyes widen some and my own heart begins to pound and I gaze at you.&nbsp; I'd bolt if you didn't have a grip on me.&nbsp; "You....you don't have one..." I stammer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 17:57:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "No, the unliving rarely need a beating heart. What you heard yesterday was a trick. A costly one," I say simply, shaking one arms to get it free of my shirt sleeve. "I am a vampire Alexi, and I can prove it to you. What happened to your scarped hands, I can do that, only more. <strong>Stay</strong>," I command, lining the last word with a voice that demands obedience. I release your wrist and use the nails to rip open my other arm, dragging deep trenches through my flesh. The wounds are not life threatening, even to a mortal, but they are deep, and yet no blood pours from them. Then they seal shut. "I am a vampire. You have drunk of my blood, I have drunk of yours. We are now bonded, and shall remain together. You may speak now," I wait to see how you will respond, as hundreds of years of carefully crafted lies are torn down before your eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 18:14:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I want to run, but I can't.&nbsp; My body won't move and my eyes grow as you did your nails into your arm and I watch as they heal.&nbsp; I tremble lightly and I gaze at you.&nbsp; I take a deep breath mainly so I don't scream and to calm myself.&nbsp; My heart is still racing.&nbsp; "How...how old are you?" is the first actual logical question I can come up with. And before you can even answer several more follow.&nbsp; "How'd you become a vampire?&nbsp; Are you going to kill me?&nbsp; Please tell me you don't sparkle in the sun..." Every other thing I knew about vampires was a lie, they are real, so maybe he did sparkle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 18:32:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I do not begrudge you your questions, although one of them puzzles me. "I am just over seventy years old," It may not sound like that much, but it counted for a lot more, given that most of my years had been spent in the Sabbat. "I was recruited, recruited to join a battle by delusional fanatics. My sire is still fighting that same war, as far as I know. I am not going to kill you, if I were I would not have revealed any of this to you. And I do like you Alexi," a hand brushes your cheek. "Sparkle in the sun? What do you mean?" that was the second you had mentioned that, and I wonder where you got it from. "Never mind. Look, I know this must be a lot for you to absorb, I was surprised when I crawled out of my own grave, but what matters is that we are together. So why don't we do something normal, for a relationship like ours. You are my girlfriend, you just moved in to my place, why don't you show me all the lovely clothes you brought with you, and how pretty they look on you," I try to distract you, to make you deal with the revelation of my nature in bits and pieces.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 18:37:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you.&nbsp; "Well...since I've officially moved in...at some point I need to return to the dorm and get the rest of my things" I say softly.&nbsp; I gaze to my bag and pick it up.&nbsp; I begin going through the clothes I've brought.&nbsp; You've already seen them all.&nbsp; The red dress, jeans and sweatshirts.&nbsp; I smile some.&nbsp; "We could go get some dinner?&nbsp; Well...for me anyway....I'm guessing you don't eat real food?" I question and I move to change into the dress.&nbsp; I remember how much you liked it.&nbsp; I change in front of you as I see no reason to hide myself as I am living with you now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 19:27:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "We can do that later in the night," I wave aside the moving problem, "Yes, dinner sounds like a very nice idea. What is your favorite restaurant in Necro? You should choose, you are correct, I have no need for food, nor do I need to feed this night," I being to reach behind the bookcase where I keep one of my many small stashes of cash, about half a grand in total is there, but then I am distracted. Watching you change is a strangely tantalizing experience for me. Sexual desire are not common amongst the unliving, but seeing so much of your naked skin makes me realize, consciously, for the first time how much I desire you. Not just your blood, not just your loyalty and adoration, but your body as well. For the time being however I resist such urges. "Even better than I remembered it," I smile, fishing out two hundreds dollars. I have no intention of paying for the food, but I may need it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 19:31:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile as I turn back to face you.&nbsp; I slip into a pair of stockings and then my heels.&nbsp; "Mmmm....there's a seafood restaurant on the boardwalk close to the beach.&nbsp; I've not been there in forever." I suggest.&nbsp; I see the desire in your eyes and I blush slightly.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 19:52:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Then let's go there," I take your hand and slap you lightly on the ass with the other, liking the look of your face when you blush. "You are very pretty, and your body is beautiful. Very desirable," normally I expect such thought to come from the beast within me, and be far more crude and violent, barely communicated except in the vaguest sense of a twisted urges, but they seem to be my own. We head down to the care and arrive outside the restaurant half an hour later.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 20:04:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I jump lightly as I wasn't expecting the slap to my rear.&nbsp; I gaze up at you and smile softly as I slip my hand in yours.&nbsp; "Thank you..." I manage to say.&nbsp; I walk with you out to your car.&nbsp; Surprisingly, I'm not scared of you.&nbsp; I feel safe even though you just told me you're a vampire a few minutes earlier.&nbsp; I talk with you throughout the ride sharing the uneventful day I had and that I plan to switch my classes to online so I can do them from your apartment.&nbsp; I smile as we arrive at the restaurant.&nbsp; I'm starving.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 20:32:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Despite my good mood I can only pretend to care when you tell me about your day, instead using the time to plan how best to summarize hundreds of years of hidden turbulent history. In the restaurant I have the waiter take us to a corner where we will be alone. Still in the mindset of a pretender, I order some sea food risotto and a glass of white wine. When the food comes I pick at it in the hopes it will look like I ate some. "Try some if you want," I offer. After you have been eating for a while I begin my story. <br><br>&nbsp; I tell of the you of the 13 clans, but gloss over their origin (as well as the Salubri and the Cappadoshians), focusing on how they used to be ruled by unaligned princes. "Then the Spanish Inquisition happened. They can after heathens, including us. We needed to adept. The Camarilla was formed," I describe how it operated, with brutal authority emphasizing always the Masquerade, to hide the existence of the supernatural from the mortals, to instead control them from the shadow. I describe the Sabbat, religious warriors who believe the end is coming, and that it is their duty to destroy the Camarilla to avert it, how I was for many years a soldier of them before seeing that there was no greater goal to their sadism. I acknowledge the existences of others, who align themselves with neither the Camarilla or the Sabbat, and that I count myself amongst them. It is a long story, and your meal is finished by the time I conclude, but I hope you now have a basic understanding of how our backstabbing, predatory world work.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 21:04:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I listen as you tell me about vampires and the clans.&nbsp; &nbsp;I smile to you.&nbsp; "I guess I can't tell others about you either. .. and I won't. " I say.&nbsp; I've even eaten some of your food to help with your ruse.&nbsp; My foot slides over yours under the table and I gaze to you and smile.&nbsp; With each moment I seem to fall more and more in love with you. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 21:33:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "I'm afraid so. We can still meet them," I offer, wondering if I will regret doing so, "We just need to make sure we meet them at night. Away from any mirrors," I realize I have not told you about the beast inside, and for some reason I am reluctant to do so. Maybe I don't like admitting to such a weakness, admitting that my actions and my destiny are not entirely my own. I feel your foot glide across mine, "Are you trying to tell me something, or just having some fun?" I ask, signalling for the waiter as I reluctantly deciding to pay after all. Mortals can easily be parted from their money, after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 22:37:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod some and smile as you notice my foot glide across yours.&nbsp; "Just a simple gesture...." I say to you.&nbsp; "I love you more and more each day..." I confess to&nbsp; you.&nbsp; I watch you curiously to see your reaction as you flag down the waiter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 22:59:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Good Alexi, I am happy to hear that, and I will reward such strong feelings. I will still need to test you, I hope you can..." I stop as the waiter approaches and I ask for the bill. Once he is gone, "I hope you can see now why that would be necessary. But that can wait until later. For now, were would you like to go now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 23:09:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you and I nod.&nbsp; "I understand the need, yes, Callisto." I move to stand with you.&nbsp; "Hmmm, we could go for a walk or something like that.&nbsp; I can't think of anywhere in particular I'd like to go..." I suggest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 23:37:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "You're wearing your dress again. You will be cold," I remind you as I pay the bill, leaving a small tip. "But if you want to walk I am willing. We could continue our stroll down the beach, or find a park," I suggest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 00:03:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile and nod.&nbsp; "Could I borrow your jacket if I get cold?" I ask.&nbsp; It is a beautiful night.&nbsp; "Let's just walk to the beach since its so close." I suggest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 00:20:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Oh yeah, I had forgotten. I slip my suit off, now wearing only the my white shirt, its all I need. "You may as well take it now. Let's go to the beach," I lead you out of restaurant, stamping my foot hard enough to break the tiles under the carpet on the way out, a small offering of destruction to the beast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 00:23:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile and pull the jacket over my shoulders.&nbsp; I walk along with you down to the waters edge.&nbsp; I pause and pick up a shell and place it in your jacket pocket.&nbsp; "So..." I begin.&nbsp; "Are there other things out here that aren't supposed to be real, but are?" I ask softly as the beach is deserted so I feel I can speak freely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 00:38:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; How smart my thrall is. "Fairies, werewolves, mages. Demon's don't exist, that was probably us in the folklore. Ghosts do though. Other worlds. The world of the dead, and that even more terrifying. Sometimes knowledge precludes sanity, or at least it feels that way," I shake my head, not entirely feigning my sorrow. Somehow explaining what I already know to an innocent mind makes it worse. My gaze turns to the lapping waves. "Have you ever swam naked in the moonlight?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 00:42:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze up at you as you tell me the other things don't exist, but I don't quite believe you.&nbsp; Still, I do not question.&nbsp; I shake my head.&nbsp; "No I haven't...mainly because..."I begin to fidget a bit.&nbsp; I do when I become overly nervous.&nbsp; "I don't know how to swim..." I confess
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 00:56:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I step up close to you, wrapping my arms around your neck and hugging you tightly. I kiss your lips softly. "Alexi, you need not fear. My blood is potent, and it has made you stronger. Can't you feel it? A new power flowing through your body. I can give you more blood still, to further boost your strength. It will be enough, we won't go deep anyway," I offer, wondering if a chance to drink more of my blood will entice you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 01:01:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze up to you and smile.&nbsp; I softly nod.&nbsp; "Alright..." I gaze to you as I don't really remember drinking from you.&nbsp; "I am curious...When did I drink from you?&nbsp; I mean...I don't doubt I have...but I don't remember doing so..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 01:15:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; A nail is draw across my wrist, opening just enough to allow my blood to seep out, if I were to will it. "Last night, I gave you a mug full of my blood, to augment you. You liked it, gulped it down quickly. Maybe this time you will remember the taste," I lift my wrist to your lips, allowing your blood to flow slowly out. "Drink," I instruct, resisting the urge to command you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 01:17:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze at the blood a moment and I reach out and stick my tongue to&nbsp; it almost as if testing it.&nbsp; I purr as I remember the taste and I begin lapping at the blood now.&nbsp; I move closer to you as I drink and will as long as you'll let me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 01:34:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; With my other hand I stroke your hair, "There there Alexi, I said you would like it. Now, that's enough," I allow you but another mug full, then withdraw my hand and heal my wrist. "Now, focus your blood, on the new blood within you. Will it to increase your strength. Can you do that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 01:39:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and try focusing on your blood within me.&nbsp; I can feel it and feel myself becoming stronger.&nbsp; I feel like I could lift a car.&nbsp; "I can feel it..." I finally say.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 01:46:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "There, now you are ready to swim. Come on, take off your clothes, we don't want them getting wet," I unbutton my shirt, allowing the white linen to fall to the damp sand. Then I loosen my belt, turning to look at the moon light on the waves.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 01:52:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and tilt my head.&nbsp; "There's still the not knowing how..." I say but I begin to remove my dress anyway, letting it too drop to the sand, followed by my shoes, stockings and finally bra and panties.&nbsp; I'm now naked before you in the moonlight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 02:05:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "You are strong enough to brute force a technique. In your current state, you can probably swim better than those with a years practice," I let my trousers fall, stepping out of my shoes and socks, removing my tight boxers. "You look enchanting," I approach you, "With the moonlight on your pale skin. And your hair, such a strong colour. So much about you is strong, Alexi," <em>for a thrall</em>. I hug you, my fingers trailing down your back on either side of your spine, until they clench your rear. I lift you up easily, effortlessly, and kiss you passionately, turning to walk into lapping waves.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 02:15:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shivered as your fingers slide down my back and when you lift me up, my legs wrap around your waist and my arms your neck as we kiss.&nbsp; I purr lightly and am only vaguely aware you are carrying me toward the water.&nbsp; I'm a little nervous still, but I know you're with me and won't let anything happen to me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 02:24:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I sense the waves, sense their coldness, but it is nothing to me. I march steadily deeper, each step now sloshing through the water. Soon it reaches my waist and your rear, but I continue for several more feet, deeper still. I can feel your breasts pressed against me chest, feel where your arms grip the back of my neck. "I'm going to let you go now slowly, try to swim, but if you cannot the water is still shallow enough for you to stand," I say gently and, after one more kiss, lower your body into the water.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 02:39:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tense as I feel the water rising and I gaze to you.&nbsp; I slowly nod as you lower me into the water and I try to swim.&nbsp; I splash a lot but don't actually swim.&nbsp; Eventually I stand and the water is up to my chin.&nbsp; I gaze up at you.&nbsp; The water is colder than I expected.&nbsp; "Well...I tried..." I say softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 15:16:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I look at you puzzled, how can you not swim? Don't all mortal know how to? I don't remember, I'm pretty sure I could, but it has been a long time and I have forgotten. Still I am strong enough to easily stay afloat and I need not breathe, so I find my skills sufficient for now. "Yes, you tried, and that is what counts," I splash around as well, my feet reaching down just enough to properly propel my through the water in lunges. "How come you cannot swim? Aren't you scared you'll drown?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 17:30:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze up at you and nod.&nbsp; "Yes...I'm scared I'll drown...and I can't swim because I never learned..." I explain as I keep my head tilted back to keep my mouth above the waves.&nbsp; Though at times the water splashes over my nose and mouth.&nbsp; As the tide begins coming in and the waves get higher, my heart rate increases as does my fear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 18:38:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I watch you struggle against the lure of the wave, that wish to drag you down, pull you out to sea. I am torn, my perceived denial in you at my invitation angers me, and I want to see you face your fear to prove to me that you can overcome it, but I also want to protect you, and I do not want to push you too hard. "Come on," I grip you reluctantly, pulling you out to shallower water, lifting you in my arms. I stop with the waves are just below my knees and gently lower you down. "Well that did not go as planned, but at least I know the moonlight suits your skin," I move to kiss you, but then I stop, properly looking at your naked body for the first time, wave upon wave washes around me, but I make no move.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 20:03:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My eyes are near panic until you pull me to more shallow water.&nbsp; It is only then that I relax.&nbsp; I'm trembling lightly and do not realize I have angered you or that I've done anything wrong.&nbsp; I gaze up at you and smile at your compliment.&nbsp; I can't stay upset for long.&nbsp; I gaze at you.&nbsp; I'm confused as to why you don't kiss me as you've started to.&nbsp; I lower my eyes.&nbsp; "I'm sorry if I disappointed you Callisto..." I softly say
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 21:53:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I run my finger across your stomach, upwards until my fingers brush the underside of your breast, then I withdraw my hand. "It's okay Alexi, you will get better," I probably do not mean to sound as cruel as I did but I am still a vampire and you are still a ghoul. My first ghoul, and I am still learning, still learning that you have emotions, that you can be hurt so easily. "Let's go out and dry you off. My blood inside you will protect you from cold or infection, but it must still be unpleasant for you," I offer my hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 22:05:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gazed up and shiver a little but then feel as your blood warms me.&nbsp; I tilt my head some.&nbsp; "Will...would it protect me from drowning?" I ask and gaze back at the ocean a moment.&nbsp; I gaze back to you and I slip my hand in yours and head back toward where we left our clothes.&nbsp; I squeeze your hand lightly.&nbsp; "It seems I...I have a lot to learn."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 22:53:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "I don't know," I am stumped by your question, having never seen a ghoul in water or heard about whether they even need to breathe. I lead you out of the waves towards our scattered clothes, returning the hand squeeze. "Yes, my world is, complicated. But don't fear, I will show you the way," I hand you my white shirt and begin to put my boxers on, "Dry yourself with this," Then an idea occurs to me, "Hold your breath, don't breathe. If you don't need to breath then you cannot drown," I reason, as the same thing does apply to my, and you are, well not part kindred, but part supernatural.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 22:57:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gazed to him and took the tshirt and began drying off.&nbsp; She held her breath but after 30 seconds let it out and began breathing.&nbsp; "Apparently, I need to breathe..." I say.&nbsp; I get dressed as well and watch you a few moments.&nbsp; I smile softly.&nbsp; "Thank you for a great evening..." I say
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 23:37:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I feel oddly reassured by the knowledge that you do still need to breath. "It was my pleasure Alexi. I am sorry you did not enjoy the midnight swim, but you faced your fears, and I am proud of you for that. Swimming is just another one of those things you may need to learn," I do not take my shirt back, only pulling my trousers, the task made difficult by the droplets of salt water. "Let's get to the car and go home. You have class tomorrow don't you? You will need to sleep before I will," Shoes in hand I begin to walk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 00:09:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I walk alongside you as we head back to the car.&nbsp; "Yes and no...I do need to go by the college and switch my classes to online.&nbsp; I think it will be a better fit for me, especially if you need me awake at night with you." I say softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 00:38:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; This is the second time you have mentioned online courses. Still half naked I reach the car and open the door for you. "What do you mean about online?" I ask, I know the internet has information on it, but I am unsure how you will get a diploma off it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 00:45:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled some.&nbsp; "I can take my classes on the internet.&nbsp; I submit my assignments online via an online classroom.&nbsp; I can show you when we get home if you like."&nbsp; I slide into the passenger seat and buckle up.&nbsp; I gaze to you admiring your half naked form.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 01:10:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Maybe," I reply to your request, as honestly the whole process sounds very confusing and not particularly important to my needs. I drive slowly and relaxed, the beast within me oddly quiet. I do not not notice your eyes on my chest, tanned flesh sporting a small patch of light hair at the centre and a smattering of fat I can now never escape. My muscles are not obvious, my strength even less so, but some tone can be seen in my upper arms. We arrive at my house and I open the door for you, realizing that I will have to give you the spare key at some point. "Go and have a shower," I advise you as I look for a change of clothes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 01:30:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod to you and I head inside.&nbsp; I grab a tank top and pair of&nbsp; pajama pants from my bag.&nbsp; Soon the sound of the shower running is heard along with my singing.&nbsp; Yes, I sing in the shower and quite well.&nbsp; I close my eyes and wash my hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 02:02:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I hear you singing in the shower and shake my head with amusement. I consider joining you as I can feel the vague irritation of salt clinging to my skin, but I do not. Instead I pull a grey cotton shirt on and, still barefoot, sit down at the table and continue reading on the ayajoon, a local fey legend, but one of the darker ones. It was the reference to a pair of large bright green eyes, unblinking and burning with a threatening curiosity. I search for any reference of the ability to manipulate shadow. If I do find that, then I will certain be investigating this ayajoon further.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 02:12:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shut the water off and dry off.&nbsp; I slip into my pajamas and towel my hair dry and run my fingers through it and I head out to where you are.&nbsp; I smile and walk to you.&nbsp; "Whatcha doing?" I ask softly
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 02:39:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; There is still the vaguest remnant of salt on my lips when I lean my head back and gently tug your hair down until I can kiss you. "Come here," I pull you into my lap, and flick through the old, stiff pages. On one the edge of a forest is depicted, between two trees a pair of large orbs float in the dark, holding a bundle in a pair of skinny arms. "The ayajoon. A local fey story, hundreds of years old. Child snatcher," I explain.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 03:03:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smiled and I press my lips to you as we kiss.&nbsp; I curl up in your lap and gaze over the pages.&nbsp; "These pages have to be hundreds of years old..."I whisper.&nbsp; I gaze at the picture.&nbsp; I frown a moment.&nbsp; "I...I remember seeing those orbs before.&nbsp; When I was little and camping with my dad one night.&nbsp; I tried telling him but he didn't believe me..."&nbsp; I say to you.&nbsp; "He said I was just having a bad dream.&nbsp; He had me convinced that I was...but now...seeing this..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 03:51:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I nod slowly at your observation of the book's age, but then you say something far more interesting. You have seen the this ayajoon! I grip your body tightly, "Tell me everything," I half coo, half growl, eager for this potential new lead. It saw you? What did you do to cause it to reveal itself to you? And why didn't it take you? "Tell me," I repeat in a more controlled voice, as my hand begins stroking your stomach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 03:54:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you.&nbsp; "I was like 6 or 7 and out camping with my dad.&nbsp; Not too far from here actually.&nbsp; I woke up in the middle of the night and peeked out of my tent and saw orbs identical to these." I say softly.&nbsp; "As to why it didn't take me, I don't know...Does it not appear and not take someone?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 04:07:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I nod happily, even at the little information you are able to supply. "I don't know. There have been some sightings, but I imagine it is rather good at hiding, to say the least. What were feeling that day, before you saw it? Did you have a dream? How did seeing it make you feel? Did you find anything unusual afterwards?" I assault you with a flood of questions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 04:14:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shrug.&nbsp; "Well, I was happy that day.&nbsp; It was a fun day of camping.&nbsp; I don't remember if I was dreaming or not.&nbsp; I heard a noise I can't remember what now, but it woke me up.&nbsp; I moved to investigate being a curious seven year old and I spotted it near a circle of trees.&nbsp; It was scary of course..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 14:21:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I am disappointing that you remember so little little, but it is not your fault. "Thank you Alexi, this may prove helpful. Now just one last question, where were you camping when you saw the ayajoon?" I stroke your chest happily, and plant many kisses on your face, starting just below your forehead and moving down to your lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 18:55:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you.&nbsp; "The forest... past the park near the lake.&nbsp; &nbsp;I can show you if you like" I say and return the kiss that land on my lips. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 20:08:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Yes, that would be very useful," I say after one final kiss of your lips. I sit there and gaze at you, wanting to continue my research but not sure how to tell you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 21:38:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you and gaze at the clock.&nbsp; It's nearly 2 am. "I can take you now if you like" I say softly
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>13-10-2013, 01:19:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Right now? I had not considered that, and to pursue such a breakthrough immediately, it was tempting. But no, the legend was hundreds of years old, and age was power. "No, not now. You are not ready, and even I myself may not be. We will go soon, but not tonight," I declare reluctantly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>13-10-2013, 02:00:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gazed to you and tilt my head.&nbsp; "What...what exactly is this thing?" I ask you softly.&nbsp; I lean in and kiss you softly unable to resist any longer.&nbsp; I break the short kiss and gaze back at the papers.&nbsp; "I wonder if there's anything on the internet about it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>13-10-2013, 02:28:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "According to the legends its a fey, and it could well be, they do exist. But I think its nature may be more twisted, I think it could be a kindred who has learned fey magic, if that is even possible. I want to find them, but I'm not entirely sure why," I explain, too distracted to return your kiss. "I doubt it," I scoff at the internet comment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>13-10-2013, 02:53:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and tilt my head some.&nbsp; "So...how will we find this thing then?&nbsp; How do we even know its still in the area...I mean...it was over 10 years ago when I saw it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>13-10-2013, 03:10:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "With luck, armed with the right knowledge and some careful planning," I say in order of importance, "The legends have it being here for hundreds of years. 10 is nothing to this creature," I shrug.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>13-10-2013, 03:26:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod some.&nbsp; "Then we need to find out all we can about this creature.&nbsp; Its strengths and weaknesses...What's it eat?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>13-10-2013, 05:38:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I look at you for a long time, not sure if in this moment your curiosity is a boon or a curse for a thrall of mine to possess. I am happy you seem so eager to learn, that you posses your own thirst for knowledge, but at the same time your questions are distracting me. "If it is fey? I do not know, maybe mortal food, or the emotions of mortals. Possibly a mixture of the two. But if I am right and it is a kindred, then it will of course drink blood," I explain, then an idea occurs to me. "Go to the bookshelf and look for a leather bound book with "Gilmore" written in green on the spine. Its called "The Gothic Reality of America", read the chapter on Necro and tell me what you find," I instruct you, returning to my book after you leave my lap. I have given you one of the few books I own that is computer printed. It is the cheapest, the easiest to replace, and I have already studied it, so hearing what you gather from it will be a good test of your skill.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>13-10-2013, 16:45:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I slide off your lap and go to the bookcase and search for the book.&nbsp; &nbsp;I smile faintly and pull it off the shelf.&nbsp; I move to a chair by the fire and curl up in it and begin to read.&nbsp; Occasionally I gaze to you but you are too busy to notice.&nbsp; It's them I begin to notice the shadows around you moving.&nbsp; "Callisto. Those shadows are moving by you. . Almost as if they are alive" I comment breaking the silence
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>13-10-2013, 18:03:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; The one problem with my theory is the sheer age of the legend. The ayajoon was around before the pilgrims from Europe even arrived, and that is too old for the creature to be kindred. I reach for another book, wishing I had more information on the ayajoon before the Europeans began to write about it, the legends of the natives were vague at best, talking about it as if it were a spirit. But that could just be how different cultures chose to describe...Your words break my concentration. "Yes Alexi, shadows are alive. The ones you see are merely dormant, but all of them has the spark of life within them. My clan can awaken such potential. I would show you them, but the living darkness terrifies mortal. There is something in it, that provokes a fear most primitive and instinctual," I say, my voice slightly dreamy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>13-10-2013, 20:21:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and nod as you explain.&nbsp; "That's interesting.." I say.&nbsp; I watch you curiously.&nbsp; I smile softly.&nbsp; I slowly move back to you.&nbsp; There's nothing in these books about it at all. " I say to you.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>13-10-2013, 20:43:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Interesting. I will remind you of that comment when I do decide to show you the essence of the Abyss. I will ask you whether you still think that is the best word to describe it. Once you have stopped screaming. I read over several references to the ayajoon in the tales of the Natives. Spirit, craved the heart of evil men to feast upon, and the heart of good men to decorate its lair in the woods. Same story I've read 100 times. No mention of eyes. "Well what did you read about?" I ask, wanting to know how well you have read and understood it.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Its up to you how well she understood the task, just indicate in your post so I know how to respond.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>13-10-2013, 20:48:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I didn't really find anything about your legend. .. I did learn more about your clan and such.&nbsp; I also discovered there are creatures called garou... aren't they the same as were wolves?&nbsp; Or what they'd be called if I encountered one?&nbsp; I ask. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>14-10-2013, 04:58:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I thrown, "Yes, the Garou are werewolves, that is what they appear to call themselves. So tell me, what have you learn of my clan, and of the werewolves?" I learn forwards to hear your reply.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>14-10-2013, 15:25:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you.&nbsp; "The werewolves have different tribes like the vampires have different clans.&nbsp; They can shift into 5 different forms.&nbsp; Lupine which is a small wolf, hispo which is a really big wolf, crinos which is their fighting form, glabro...I think...which is half wolf half man which is where the legends about them come from, and homid which is human.&nbsp; They don't need a full moon and can shift at will.&nbsp; They give off a rage which makes people avoid them.&nbsp; They also have kin which have the wolf blood in them but can't shift that they mate with.<br><br>Your clan has the ability to control and manipulate the shadows.&nbsp; Your clan's flaw is the inability to see yourself in the mirror.&nbsp; Much of what people think about vampires is folklore.&nbsp; Stakes won't kill you though they will paralyze you.&nbsp; Garlic doesn't ward you off and neither will crosses and Im not sure about the holy water.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 00:00:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Very good," I am impressed at how quickly you have absorbed the knowledge, and how almost unnervingly you saw what mattered and what did not across many pages. I know I can trust you to read books for me, and then summarize what they say. I get up and take the book from you. "Well done Alexi, I am proud of you," I kiss you, a long and gentle kiss. Returning to the shelf I place "The Gothic Reality of America" back where it belongs. I look at the clock, it is half past four in the morning: how the time can fly when you turn the page. "Are you tired? You need to sort somethings out tomorrow, don't you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 04:34:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexis yawned softly.&nbsp; I gazed at the clock on the wall.&nbsp; "I am sleepy.&nbsp; I didn't realize how late it had gotten." I say to you softly.&nbsp; "I do need to go by the college sometime tomorrow afternoon and get my classes switched over and such.&nbsp; I better go to bed and get at least a little sleep."&nbsp; I walk over to you and kiss you gently.&nbsp; "If you don't need anything else, I hope you sleep well."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 20:08:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "No Alexi, you have done well. I am very happy with you, we are both capable of losing ourselves in a book," I lift you up, literally sweeping you off your feet. "I'm afraid you must sleep on the couch," I carry you other there, laying you down gently. "Until I can arrange for better sleeping conditions. But I will stay with you. I'll lie next to you, until you fall asleep," the books are pushed aside, then I squeeze my body next to yours, a narrow fit, but it will have to do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 23:03:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you softly and I slide my arms around your neck as you pick me up.&nbsp; I nuzzle against your neck and I kiss it lightly.&nbsp; I lay next to you on the couch and curl up to you a bit.&nbsp; I smile brightly and lean in and kiss you.&nbsp; "Mmmm....I think I could get use to this very quickly," I say.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 23:56:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "We have all eternity to be together," I promise you, not realizing the full extent of the words. The concept of eternity is very different when it is shared, but I have only ever considered it standing alone, with others there but for the fleeting help and services they offer. The thought makes me restless and I toy with the edges of your pajamas in an attempt to occupy my mind. Finally you fall asleep and I disentangle myself of you. "Finally," I stand with a sigh, then write a message for you on the table.<br><br><em>&nbsp; "Morning Alexi, how did you sleep? The keys here are the only pair, look after them. I also have a task for you, whilst I sleep. I want you to do something that scares you, at some time during your day. Then when you get back, you can tell me what you did. Make me proud. Love, Callisto,"</em><br><br>&nbsp; The purpose of the test has many reasons. I want to understand how you process fear, what your example of a fearful activity would be, and how well you obey my commands when they are written, not spoken. I spend the rest of the night researching, but I find little. There may as well be two ayajoons, the settlers had completely rewritten the myth. Soon I give up, and the unseen rays of the Sun compel me to sleep.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 00:55:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I wake the next morning and find your note.&nbsp; I tilt my head some.&nbsp; "Do something that scares me..." I say softly aloud.&nbsp; I gaze about and move to get dressed, pulling on a pair of jeans, a hoodie and my tennis shoes.&nbsp; I take the keys and head out, locking up behind me.<br><br>I go first to the school and change over my classes to online.&nbsp; I'm not questioned too much.&nbsp; Next, I head to the boardwalk.&nbsp; There are a few rides at the end on one end of the beach.&nbsp; A ferris wheel and a huge roller coaster as well as a wind seeker are there.&nbsp; I bought a ticket for the wind seeker and got in line. My heart was racing as I got on the ride.&nbsp; I held on tightly as it began to spin and lift upward. I squeezed her eyes shut.&nbsp; Eventually my curiousity got the better of me and I opened my eyes.&nbsp; I gasped.&nbsp; The view was amazing.&nbsp; I can't believe I was afraid.&nbsp; I ride it two more times before I grab a bite to eat and head back.<br><br>I let myself in and begin working on my classes as I eat and wait for you to awaken.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 02:26:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; It takes me a while to remember I am not alone, so accustomed I am to waking up in a cold, empty apartment. As is usual I awaken gradually, shedding layers of darkness one by one, until finally it all falls away and I am back in the real world. The sudden memory that you are there shocks me, pushing me to my senses earlier than is usual. Rising from the bed I step out into the front room, half expecting to see you still there, lying on the sofa like I left you. "Good evening Alexis. How was your day?" there is only a trace of grogginess in m voice.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 02:47:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you when you speak and I smile brightly.&nbsp; "Good evening Callisto...." I say as I gaze up from my laptop and gaze back to it for only a moment to save what I'm working on, then I close it.&nbsp; "I hope you slept well..." I add not even knowing why I said it.&nbsp; I slowly rise and move to you and embrace you, hugging you gently.&nbsp; I've missed you during the day.&nbsp; I remember what you'd requested of me.<br><br>"You had something you wanted me to do.&nbsp; I did it...but rather than tell you what I did...May I show you?&nbsp; It will require us going to the rides at the beach..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>18-10-2013, 07:51:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I glance at the screen, wondering if you are working on those "online classes" you talked about. Your initiative, and obedience of my written commands, is pleasing to me and I return the embraces, squeezing your body tightly against mine. "You have done well Alexi, I am interesting to learn how you chose to perform my request. So yes, we'll drive to the rides," I kiss you on the cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>18-10-2013, 12:38:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you and return your embrace.&nbsp; "I've always been afraid of heights so I wouldn't ever ride the wind seeker.&nbsp; Well today I made myself ride it.&nbsp; I realized while it is high. .. it's exhilarating.&nbsp; The scene from up there is amazing.&nbsp; I can't wait to see it at night. RWill you ride it with me? " I ask excitedly
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>19-10-2013, 04:42:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I had heard of the wind seeker before, but I did not know much about it other than it was the tall red ride. In truth I had never had a chance to test my own fear of heights in any detail, but I am confident I will manage, I have stared into the abyss after all. "I'm so proud of you Alexi, you did well," my lips touch yours, and I take your hand to lead you down the stairs to the car.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>19-10-2013, 04:44:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I return your kiss and moved with you to the car.&nbsp; I hope you will enjoy the ride as much as I did.&nbsp; I slide into the passenger seat and smile to you as you take your place behind the wheel and we head toward the boardwalk.&nbsp; Upon parking, I gaze down and see the rides lit up against the dark sky.&nbsp; It's beautiful and I can't wait to ride it again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>21-10-2013, 05:08:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; We shortly arrive at the beach side and I get out of the car and I growl, unable to completely hide my distaste at the graceless, glaring lights. Persistent in the night's otherwise perfect darkness. As we enter I am tempted to use my inner voice as a petty part of me resents paying to enter, but there are people behind us in the cue and so it would violates the traditions. I instead viciously kick the first piece of trash I come across. "There aren't any mirrors her are there?" I check with you as we approach the wind seeker.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>21-10-2013, 21:29:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexis smiled and I walked alongside you.&nbsp; "No there's no mirrors"I say as I get in line for the wind seeker.&nbsp; I gaze up at you as we wait and I slide my arms around your waist.&nbsp; It's a beautiful night but it's cold yet I don't complain.&nbsp; I'm just enjoying spending the night with you. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>23-10-2013, 04:24:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I am almost annoyed that there are no mirrors: I will not be getting out of this ride it seems. I manage to keep myself calm as we move along the line by playing with your hair, asking you meaningless questions about your day, and the flashing lights in the night. Finally it is our group's turn and I grit my teeth, I will face my fear, just like I instructed you to do so. "This...well let's see," I kiss you on the cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>23-10-2013, 16:09:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you and then I notice you aren't exactly looking thrilled about this.&nbsp; I squeeze your hand as I pick up on your fear now.&nbsp; I didn't think vampires were supposed to be scared of anything.&nbsp; I gaze at you as we get on the ride.&nbsp; I take the outside seat right beside you.&nbsp; "Callisto...I'm right beside you..." I tell you softly.&nbsp; "I was terrified the first time I got on this thing...But I loved it.&nbsp; I hope you will as well..." I say to you gently.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>23-10-2013, 21:10:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "I'm not scared, I just...don't like, technology," I insist, hating the idea of you seeing fear in me. I however allow you to hold my hand. Once I am strapped in I fight the urge to rip myself free, I fight the urge to close my eyes, gritting my teeth and squeezing your hand back instead. The spinning and climbing is enough to shock me and the beast within, and I flex my muscles in panic. But I control my fear, just as I wanted you to do, and I do manage to get a look at the city by night. You were right, the view is pretty.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>24-10-2013, 05:48:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile some, but you really don't have me fooled.&nbsp; I hold onto your hand as we go up and my squeals of delight are even more so that earlier in the day.&nbsp; The city lights were more beautiful than I expected and I gaze out at them.&nbsp; All too soon the ride begins to slow as it comes back down and our feet are back on the ground.&nbsp; I slide my arm in yours and smile to you.&nbsp; "I think I'm going to grab a bite to eat from one of the vendors, I say to you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>24-10-2013, 18:27:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; As soon as the the ride ends I practically rip myself free and walk away as calmly as I can, my movements quick and twitchy. "That, was scary," I admit to you with difficulty, "But pretty. Its like I said, the light of city, always look better from afar," I pull you tightly to my side, "You have confronted your fear very well, and shown me my own in the process. You are very special," I never would have imagined, a human teaching me a lesson. The beast does not like it, but I am intrigued. "Yeah, you should. I need to feed as well. Tell me if you see anyone looking tasty," I grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>24-10-2013, 18:41:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze up at you and a cold wind blows my hair a bit.&nbsp; You confirm what I already expected.&nbsp; “I didn’t think you’d be afraid of anything.&nbsp; But as proud as you are of me, I too am proud of you.” I say softly as I head towards the vendors.&nbsp; I already know what I want.&nbsp; I tilt my head some.&nbsp; “How am I supposed to know what would look tasty?&nbsp; Can you really determine how good someone will be by their looks?” I ask curiously.<br><br>I stop by a stand and order a chili cheese fries with extra cheese.&nbsp; The bubbly gooeyness makes my stomach rumble with hunger.&nbsp; It smells delicious.&nbsp; I get&nbsp; a coke to go along with it and move to one of the tables to sit down.&nbsp; I smile up at you.&nbsp; “If you need to go find yourself a bite to eat, I can wait here for you and eat my fries?” I suggest as I nibble on a fry.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>24-10-2013, 19:01:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "No one in this world is afraid of nothing Alexi," I smell of food is thick in the air to you, but unlife has dulled my senses to them and they are little more than a faint wisp in the background. "It was a jest, although it is possibly to see someones blood and soul with your eyes, it is a gift I do not posses," I kiss you on the forehead and leave you to enjoy your meal. I wonder if it would bother you if I fed from another female, and out of respect I select a young man as my prey. I command him into the shadows, away from prying eyes and he follows me obediently. Soon I emerge with my hunger delayed and he follows shortly after, unsteady on his feet. In truth this is slightly more note worthy, but onlookers will just assume it was a minor drug trade, and no one is interested enough in that to call the police. At worst I will be approached by others asking what I am selling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>24-10-2013, 19:06:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile and watch you as you disappear into the crowd.&nbsp; I return to my meal.&nbsp; I'm so focused on it, I don't notice until he speaks a man has taken a seat across from me.&nbsp; I jump as he startles me.&nbsp; "So...I see someone has claimed you..." he says.&nbsp; I look around for you as I become uneasy.&nbsp; I know you were clear on keeping things quiet.&nbsp; I look back to the man across from me.&nbsp; "I do have a boyfriend...yes...and he should be back any moment now," I say hoping the man will leave, yet he doesn't.&nbsp; <br><br>"I think I shall wait for him then.&nbsp; Have a word with him..." he says calmly.&nbsp; I can't help but wonder if he's like you but has this ability to see that you previously spoke about.&nbsp; My heart begins racing and I silently wish you would hurry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>24-10-2013, 19:40:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; With so many targets I am spoiled for choice and the selection turns out to be the longest part of my short hunt. All in all I am gone no longer than 10 minutes, but that seems to be long enough for a man to sit down with you. Inside me the beast growls, it may not like you but it likes the idea of someone else having you even less. But as I get closer, I recognize the man: he is kindred, and part of the Camarilla, the Prince's mad Sheriff. "Hello there," my tone is one of strained neutrality, "Alexi, this is Javier. He's from the same....club as me. Different family though. So to what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from such an esteemed member of the court?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>24-10-2013, 19:49:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I relax much once you arrive.&nbsp; I breathe a sigh of relief and I gaze to you as you explain who this man is who so rudely in my opinion decided to just sit down.&nbsp; I nod and gaze to Javier.&nbsp; “It’s a pleasure to meet you sir…” I say politely.<br><br>Javier nods and seems satisfied with my level of respect.&nbsp; He gazes at Callisto.&nbsp; “Merely wondering who extended an invitation to her.&nbsp; Being as you aren’t of the more elite…” He stressed the word meaning not of the Camarilla but being independent.&nbsp; “You need not permission to do so.&nbsp; I would suggest however you stop by and introduce your beautiful companion to the rest of us so that there’s no questioning who she belongs to…”<br><br>I listen quietly as the two of you speak in this code.&nbsp; I understand the need for the secrecy though I’m not sure I want to meet the rest of them that Javier speaks of.&nbsp; He’s scary and intimidating enough to me.&nbsp; I slide a little closer to you just to calm myself more.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>24-10-2013, 20:31:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I ignore the slight, I expect nothing less from an agent of the Camarilla, and pull you towards me in protective embrace. You know next to nothing about you, but even you realize they are dangerous. "Yes, I will make sure to do that. Its just that first I need to brush up on her, on our manners. I don't want to offend anyone at the court," I smile apologetically, trying to hide any contempt from my expression. The thought angers me, I do not feel like presenting you to a pool of cruel sharks. "I don't suppose you would mind telling me how you found me so quickly? I may not have taken as many steps as I could have to conceal myself, but I do not think I have been careless,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>24-10-2013, 20:58:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It wasn't like I was looking for you" Javier said.&nbsp; Like you I was merely looking for a meal since I assume that is why you left this fragile flower alone. .I read her and could tell she was recently introduced to the family. ..I was curious as to who she belonged.&nbsp; As for her manners she seems to know her place Quite well. .".<br><br>I nuzzle against your chest hiding my face from him.&nbsp; I sigh softly.&nbsp; I can tell you are tense from this encounter. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>24-10-2013, 21:18:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I don't believe him. Running into me by chance? No, too big a coincidence. But I will gain nothing from pressing the issue, and I can tell Javier is disturbing you, so I stand. "Well then I think me and Alexi should best be leaving, I would hate to keep you from your supper. My thanks for keeping me and the club all safe, even if not all of us belong to the elite," I nod with genuine, reluctant thanks at the last bit.<br><br>&nbsp; I promptly leave, guiding you you by the hand, staying silent as I know he might he could be listening. My feet occasionally stomp the ground, and I squeeze your hand tightly. Finally we are out on the street and I swear mildly. "Now I feel the need to break something," I mutter, scanning the cars parked along the sidewalk, looking for a good target. "What did you think of Javier?" maybe talking to you will calm me down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>24-10-2013, 22:03:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I'm relieved when we leave the area.&nbsp; I squeeze your hand back in return and gaze up at you.&nbsp; "He...he was a bit scary, but he made no move to hurt me or anything like that.&nbsp; I was just...uncomfortable..." I say to you.&nbsp; I walk alongside you realizing I've left my food I didn't finish and drink behind, but I do not wish to irritate you by mentioning it.&nbsp; "Do you think we could go by a store so I can get some groceries for home?" I ask you softly as I try to distract you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-10-2013, 02:02:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Your instincts are correct, trust them. But you have made one very dangerous assumption. A vampire does not need to make a move to hurt you, they can do so with their eyes or soul alone. Do not underestimate them," We continue along next to a wrought iron fence, with becomes the focus of my annoyance. It is weakened by rust, and I grab a twisted shaft and pull, breaking it off at the top. I tug twice more and then it is free and then I hurl it into the darkness, not holding back an ounce of my strength, "Brutto figlio di puttana bastardo!" I hiss. Then I calm down, eyes flashing along the road. No witnesses apparently, just you. "I am sorry Alexi. Javier is a sheriff, he enforces the iron will of the Prince, and such authority makes him, well arrogant, like everyone in the Camarilla. I do not think we will be going there anytime soon," although I am not sure how long I can delay for. I extend a hand towards you, hoping I have not frightened you too much. "Yes, we will need mortal food now that you have moved in. We also need to work on the sleeping arrangements," I muse, although I am not sure where the nearest shop to help with the later problem is.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-10-2013, 02:20:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I watch you as you quite literally break the iron fence.&nbsp; I blink, amazed at your strength.&nbsp; You've not frightened me though.&nbsp; I'm not afraid of you.&nbsp; Quite the opposite, I feel so safe with you.&nbsp; I nod as you explain about the sheriff and the prince.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm fine on the couch for now..." I say.&nbsp; "Though...I must admit...I wouldn't mind sleeping with you."&nbsp; I add with a soft blush.&nbsp; As for food and a bed for that matter, I can go shopping tomorrow.&nbsp; I can have them deliver a bed and we can set it up later?" I suggest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-10-2013, 21:06:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Well, I can always lie next to you until you sleep. That felt good," I raise my hand to brush your cheek with two fingers, finding the soft blush to your skin strangely adorable. "Okay, you may as well have something to do while I sleep. Will you need any food for the morning?" I consider the plans I had for tonight, but I am so impressed with how well you handled my challenge that I am almost reluctant to do so. "I had wanted to go into the woods and practice with a gun, you may need to know that soon. But what do you want to do Alexi?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>26-10-2013, 03:02:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile up to you and I nod.&nbsp; "I'll be fine til morning..." I say softly.&nbsp; I tilt my head some.&nbsp; "I've never even held a gun before." I say to you.&nbsp; "I prefer archery.&nbsp; I have my own bow in my trunk..." I say.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>26-10-2013, 03:46:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I notice you did not seem to consider making a suggestion of your own, and I wonder if perhaps the bond prevents you from doing so. I will have to remember to ask your opinion before suggesting anything in future, but for now I am happy to see how you handle weapons, and your preference for a bow is most intriguing. "You do archery? Now this I want to see. Let's go," I take you by the arm.<br><br>&nbsp; We drive back and I retrieve your bow and arrows from the car, wondering what metal the points are made of. I also find several glass and metal bear cans from a bin as targets, tossing them in the trunk. Outside in the woods I set up four targets, then take 20 medium paces away and draw out my gun, an old but reliable revolver. I have never been that good at sharpshooting, managing to crack a bottle only on the third shot, and even that was probably a fair bit lucky. "Try it, then show me your skills with the bow," I pass the revolver to you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>26-10-2013, 03:57:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile and nod and return home with you to get my bow.&nbsp; The arrows are iron tipped and I smile as we ride back to the woods.&nbsp; I walk with you toward the clearing and watch as you set up the cans.&nbsp; I watch as you take aim and manage to hit one.&nbsp; I take the gun from you but I'm very uneasy about it.&nbsp; "I..I'd rather not..." I say as it even looks intimidating to me.&nbsp; I hand it back and instead, I take aim with my bow.&nbsp; I knock off all three targets with ease on the first try with each one.&nbsp; I smile up to you, proud of myself and my archery skills.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>26-10-2013, 04:30:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I take the gun back, but your refusal to do as I had said angers me and my fingers close around the metal until...CRUNCH. The delicate metal yield to my fingers, driven by my potent blood and absent mind. Fuck! I'd had this gun for years, and one night with you is all it takes...I swiftly calm down, "Never really needed it myself," I shrug and pocket the damaged revolver. It is true after all, the darkness I wield is far deadlier than any bullet, or arrow.<br><br>&nbsp; All the same, I am impressed with your skill and once you have finished I step in to hug you eagerly, "Well done, you are very good with that," I kiss your lips for several of your heart beats, then step away. Thought not a trace of my irritation remains, I still remember how you looked at the gun. "Guns and water, two things you still fear that we may need to work on. But not tonight. Let's head back to my place, you have proven yourself a rather exceptional human being tonight Alexi," I help you gather the arrows.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>26-10-2013, 04:44:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and blink as you quite literally crush the gun.&nbsp; I'm almost frightened and worried that I have angered you.&nbsp; I gaze to you again after proving my archery skills and smile as you kiss me.&nbsp; I tilt my head slightly. <br><br>"Maybe a smaller gun...not one so...scary..."I say to you.&nbsp; I smile and nod then thank you as you help me collect my arrows.&nbsp; I walk with you back to the car.&nbsp; I still find it hard getting use to you referring to me as a human being.&nbsp; I tend to forget what it is you are.&nbsp; A vampire.&nbsp; I'm in love with a vampire.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>26-10-2013, 18:37:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "You think that will make a difference? Do you have any specific kind in mind?" I had not considered that a different gun would be more easily managed by you, guns are just guns. But you had surprised me with your knowledge of archery, so maybe your distaste of the revolver was because it was so old, obsolete. It is unlikely, but possibly. I find myself rather liking the idea of the shy, colleague student a mere cover for a red headed warrior princes, straight of the posters of the low end movies from my youth.<br><br>&nbsp; I stop when the arrows are put back in boot, examining the iron tip, running a finger tip along it. "I don't suppose this is cold wrought?" I inquire idly. Without waiting for a response I slam it shut, then take my seat inside. "I think we have had enough excitement for one night, don't you? Let's head back and spend the rest of the night in,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>26-10-2013, 22:47:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you&nbsp; as I walk with you back to the car.&nbsp; "I'm not sure," I say in response to the arrows and the gun.&nbsp; "Maybe a colt?" I say.&nbsp; I get into the car and nod.&nbsp; Spending the rest of the night in with you sounds like a wonderful idea.&nbsp; <br><br>"Would you like to see how...culture views your kind now?&nbsp; We could watch twlight...but don't get angry when the vampire in it glitters in the sun...The story is over all pretty good...Its got everything, drama, action, romance..." I suggest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>26-10-2013, 23:58:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "That would be interesting," I say, not knowing of the darkness that lies down this path. Normally I would be wary of such a waste of time, but your actions have put me in an uncharacteristically good mood, and I am interested in finding out more about the things you enjoy. "I would like to see that. I have read Dracula, but that was long ago. Maybe you have gotten better at your guesswork since then. I don't have a TV though. It it in the cinema?" Of course I also have a computer, but it has never occurred to me that you could watch a movie on the internet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 00:07:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled some.&nbsp; "We can curl up on the couch and watch it on my lap top..." I say to you.&nbsp; "Its much...different from Dracula...These vampires can venture out in the daytime.&nbsp; They don't burn in the sun..." I explain as you drive us home.&nbsp; I try not to reveal too many details as I don't wish to ruin it.&nbsp; "These vampires have gifts too...like you can control the shadows...Edward...his ability allows you to read minds...And Alice...Alice can see the future...and Jane...She can inflict pain..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 00:51:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Those all seem accurate..." surprise fills my voice. How could she know the abilities so well, but not that the Sun is our anathema? "Although the ability to see into the future is very rare. Powerful. Wait, we can watch it on your laptop? Those small computers? Oh, you mean you have it on disc," &nbsp;We arrive back and I sit on the couch, allowing you to set things up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 01:43:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod to you and smile as we get back.&nbsp; I actually have all of the movies and I put the first one in and get it going.&nbsp; I wait for you and I curl up next to you as we watch the movie.&nbsp; I do my best not to give commentary of what's going on and I watch you occasionally to see your reaction to the movie as it plays.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 02:55:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I snuggle up next to you, lightly wrapping my arms around you. My calm demeanor fades swiftly however. At first I am not sure if Bella herself is meant to be a vampire, her skin seems pale, but apparently she is mortal. At the the actual reveal of the "Cullens" I snort, they are in sunlight and completely unaffected, and I growl at the movie when it slow down and seems to go quiet, my hands clenching into fists. "This is stupid," And not long after I dismissively declare them, "Degenerates,". I warm to the film with the hunt scene, but it is all too brief, and even when the villains are introduced properly I find the affects silly, like the blurring and later the speed walking.<br><br>&nbsp; At the baseball scene I stare quizzically, convinced this is a reference to something I do not understand, and although the stand off briefly holds my interests, it quickly devolves when it becomes clear how far the pack is going to go to defend the simple human. There is still over half an hour of the movie left, but I can take no more. I reach out and, not knowing how to pause the movie, simply slam the laptop closed. "That was stupid. Alice's future sight is nothing like what kindred who master auspex can do, and those vampires weren't even trying to hide. I don't understand, why weren't they controlling the police, the mayor? And that whole thing with Bella," I pronounce her name as if it were the blood of a rat. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 03:03:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I blink and gaze up at you.&nbsp; "I'm guessing you didn't like it then..." I say softly.&nbsp; "I'm sorry...I thought you might?" I question.&nbsp; I set the lap top aside and moved into your lap curling up to you and nuzzling against your chest hoping my affection will calm you down.&nbsp; I gaze up at you once more.&nbsp; "I...I'm hungry..."&nbsp; I say to you.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Not...for food..." Hoping you know I mean blood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 03:40:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I am loosing myself to the beast, dark chains snapping. However the beast has many faces, and it is not one of senseless violence and wanton destruction that stares out of my eyes. It is instead one of subtler cruelty that sees your pale skin and red cascades. "No, no I did not like it. It was very stupid," I stroke your cheek, "But don't worry, you are young and still a human," I grab you by the hair and pull your head away from me from my chest. "I'm sure you are. I have heard our servants have vast appetites for vitae. Unfortunately I have little blood to spare. But, if you could go out and find someone, being them here to me, I could drink of them, and then I could feed you," I release the clump of hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 04:09:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp softly as you grab my hair and pull me away.&nbsp; I tremble lightly as I see the beast in your eyes and it scares me.&nbsp; I take your words more of a command than an actual request and I scramble out of the haven.&nbsp; I'm gone for sometime before I return.&nbsp; Following me is a drunk prostitute.&nbsp; I hope you don't mind, but she was all I could find at this hour and I had to pay her to come with me.&nbsp; She follows me in giggling something about pleasing my master better than I can.&nbsp; I close the door and she stumbles over to you giggling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 04:28:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; You being gone gives me time to calm down as I pace back and forth in the small living room. I regret allowing the beast to get out like that, but I am not sure what to do. I consider apologizing to you, but I am not sure how to explain what happened. It does occur to me that you may not succeed, and I am worried you may get desperate, so I am pleased at your resourcefulness when you return, even as I scowl at the scent of alcohol.<br><br>&nbsp;"Well done Alexi," I walk past you, standing behind the prostitute and turning to face you. One arm grips her shoulder, the other re sts upon her naval. "You will get as much as she gives. So how much should I take?" I ask, pulling her in to bite her exposed neck. The street girl's body sags against mine, her eyes glazing over. Her breath is slow, each one drawn out as she moans softly with every exhalation. I drink the blood, tainted with the foul taste of cheap booze.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 04:35:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you as you move and drink from the girl.&nbsp; "How much do you usually give me?" I ask in response to your question.&nbsp; I don't know how much is enough so I leave it to your discretion.&nbsp; I watch as you feed from her and a part of me wishes it was me feeling that exquisite pleasure.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 04:54:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I take roughly four cups worth of blood, the largest amount I can safely take from a mortal. It is more than I gave you last time, but this is my way of apologizing. Soon I release the girl and she staggers on her legs, trying to talk but a combination of the alcohol, blood loss and the fact that she is still breathing heavily preventing anything intelligible from coming out. No change there, I hazard a guess.<br><br>&nbsp; Leaving her slumped by the door I take three mugs from my cupboard and run a nail across my wrist, filling each with my potent blood. The cheap booze of the prostitute has gotten to me through her blood, and my movement are a bit awkward. "Here," I offer you one. I wait until you are half finished then order "Stop. Tell me, what does my blood taste like to you?" Once you have told me I head to the door, lifting up the prostitute easily and squeezing her wrist hard enough to provoke a moan of pain, hard enough to leave a bruise. "I'll take her down to the street. Drink as much as you like," I indicate the remaining mugs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 05:07:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gazed to you as you fill the mugs and I lick my lips.I can't wait to taste your vitae again.&nbsp; I begin to drink, but I stop when you tell me to.&nbsp; I smile some.&nbsp; "Its tough to describe...Coppery...but so good..." I answer and begin drinking again.&nbsp; I feel myself grow even more attached to you.&nbsp; Wanting to do absolutely anything to please you no matter what you ask.&nbsp; I nod as you speak about taking the girl to the streets and I go back to drinking the cups of blood you've left for me.&nbsp; By the time you return, I have drank it all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 05:20:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I leave her sprawled on the pavement, a pathetic moaning pile, then race back up the stairs. "Well, you certainly lapped that up," I approach the table, the alcohol in my blood making me act up. "Like a wild cat. Do you think you could ever drink your fill, of me?" I seize you by the waist and pull you towards me, my other hand slaps you on the butt and squeezes you there tightly. "Earlier you were afraid of me, I saw it in your eyes. Are you afraid of me now?" I kiss you hotly on the slips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 05:31:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you as you return.&nbsp; My eyes show just how much I love you.&nbsp; "I'm not sure I could...No..." I say as I smile brightly to you.&nbsp; I gasp softly you you pull me to you and a yelp escapes my lips as you slap me on the butt.&nbsp; I gaze into you eyes and I shake my head no.&nbsp; "Im not scared of you now..." I start to say but you silence me with a kiss.&nbsp; My words turn to a moan that's muffled by your kiss.&nbsp; My arms slide around your neck and I purr lightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 05:55:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I maintain the kiss through your moans and purrs, breaking it only when you need to draw breath. I gaze at your neck, wanting to drink your blood, so sweet and so strong, much better than that foul stuff you brought me, but it has only been two days since I last drank of you. I must wait, and so I kiss your neck instead, biting lightly but not with my fangs. My other hand moves down to grip your ass, "That was fun. I hope you did not mind me, playing with you a little," my hand rubs the cheek I slapped through the material of your clothing. Then I abruptly lift you up and place you on the edge of the table, "I can tell you are not scared of me now. So how do you feel now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 05:59:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp for breath as you break the kiss and I bare my throat to you as you kiss on it.&nbsp; Smiling I gaze up into your eyes as you lift me to sit on the table.&nbsp; I smile.&nbsp; "I..I love you Callisto..." I say to you as my hands rest on your shoulders.&nbsp; I smile, enjoying the affection and I lean in and peck your lips with mine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 06:13:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Your words send me back, as I consider what you are feeling. I can vaguely remember the rites of Vaulderie, how that knitted me and my pack together. But was that really love? No, not in this way. I shake aside the thoughts of the past, focusing instead on you. "I love you Alexis," I reply slowly, with a meaning behind the words I do not feel entirely, but not answering would only have hurt you, and I have no wish to do that. A hand is on your thigh, I feel I could stare at you for ages, but it is late, for you at least. "Do you want to lie down now, or are you too tired up to rest just yet?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 15:31:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to your response and nuzzle against you gently.&nbsp; It seems my fear has vanished and I purr softly.&nbsp; "I am getting rather sleepy..." I say to you.&nbsp; I gaze over to the couch and slowly slip from your arms and lie down.&nbsp; I smile to you.&nbsp; "Stay with me til I fall asleep?" I say requesting you to hold me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 22:17:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Of course Alexi, it would be my pleasure," I resist the urge to slap your butt a second time as you walk past me. My hand goes to your shoulder and I push you onto your back, bending down to kiss your lips, lightning snapping at your bottom lip. For one last time I must resist the allure of your sweet blood, the effort made harder by the booze. I lie down next to you, laying an arm across you whilst the other strokes your hair, "I'm so proud of you," I whisper one last time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 22:33:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze up at you as you push me on my back then kiss me and I smile up at you.&nbsp; I'm almost sure its the alcohol making you behave this way.&nbsp; Either that...or you're just more restrained without it.&nbsp; I like it though. I like the attention and affection.&nbsp; I purr softly as you stroke my hair and I nuzzle against your hand as I close my eyes and smile as you tell me you're proud of me.&nbsp; "Thank you..." I say with a soft yawn before falling asleep quickly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 23:16:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I continue stroking your hair even after I am sure you now dream, having become absorbed into the task, enjoying the feeling of the many strands beneath my fingers. Eventually I stand up, kissing your cheek several times and brushing the hair behind your ear. It is still early for me, and so I grab several books before heading into my room. Over the course of the night I begin to piece together a theory: the ayajoon did arrive from Europe, and chose this place because of the legend. It took over, and became a legend. How, poetically appropriate. Two good pieces of new in one night, everything is ready. Tomorrow I will have you show me the site in the woods were you saw those glowing eyes.<br><br>&nbsp; Satisfied I fall asleep soon after. For a while we both dream, but then early in the morning your mobile buzzes. In another room and locked in a state of slumber by the course of the kindred, I do not register the interruption. You however are woken by the persistent caller, who the caller ID identifies as your father.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 01:45:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I slowly wake as the buzzing registers and I gaze at my phone.&nbsp; It's my father.&nbsp; &nbsp;Something tells me I may be in trouble. I answer it.&nbsp; "Hi daddy
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 02:01:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Alexis, finally. Are you okay? When were you going to tell me you had switched to taking your courses online? And you have moved out of the dorms. Were are you living? There's some gossip about a tall dark stranger. It's Halloween that's approaching, not April Fools. What are you playing at?" a stream of articulated, carefully regulated scolding flows from the phone before you can even finish your greeting. Andrew Hall is normally the quiet, reserved type, and so when he is angry, he is very careful in how he expresses himself. However this is a new thing for him, as his daughter has never done something like this before.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">&nbsp; Any important details about your father and family you want to flesh out?</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 02:12:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexis sighed.&nbsp; "Daddy...it's complicated.&nbsp; I met someone and I've fallen head over heels in love with him...He is really good to me and I am staying with him.&nbsp; I won't tell you where...but just know that I am safe and I'm well taken care of." She argued.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 02:32:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; There is silence from the other end of the phone. Then slowly "You had better be joking young lady," When it is clear that you are not, "How long have you know this guy, and you are already moving in? Don't you think that's a bit too soon? And don't you dare try to hide from me. You need an address to register online, I will be able to find out where you are. I want to see my daughter, talk some sense into her. And I want to see this new boy,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 02:50:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He's...he's sleeping right now daddy...And I'm fine...But if you really want to see me, I'll come to&nbsp; your office..." I say to you.&nbsp; I was up now and pacing.&nbsp; My heart was pounding in my chest.&nbsp; There was one thing I feared more than any other and that was my father.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 03:03:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; There is a pause, as Andrew checks his schedule, looking at what to cancel. "Good. Come to my office at 11, and we will talk. I'm disappointed in you Alexis," He hangs up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 03:06:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I sighed.&nbsp; How was I going to explain all this.&nbsp; I get dressed and head out.&nbsp; I stop off and grab myself some breakfast before heading to the college campus.&nbsp; I enter the office and Mrs. James tells me to have a seat that my father is expecting me and will be with me shortly.&nbsp; I'm nervous while I wait and I don't know what I'll say.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 03:21:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Andrew had told Ms. James to discreetly inform him as soon as his daughter arrived, and she does just that. Inside his office he had been meeting with the Head of Religious Studies, to arrange a timetable for the new semester. However I wrap things up early and at 10.45 Professor Murphy leaves his office. He stands and stares out the window, steadying himself for what is about to come. The door to his office opens. "Go in and take a seat Alexis. Now I may have been harsh on the phone, but this all came as a shock. You've never acted out like this before. Would you like to try and explain yourself a second time?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 03:28:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I enter your office and close the door and take a seat across from your desk.&nbsp; "Its the same as I explained Daddy.&nbsp; I met a guy and I've fallen in love with him.&nbsp; I moved my classes to online so I could spend more time with him.&nbsp; If you check my grades, you'll see they are still as high as they always are..." I explain.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 03:40:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Andrew looks at his daughter, taken aback by her words, and how she stuck to them. This isn't her, but perhaps a sheltered life has lead her to overreact to the first guy who sweet talked her, but she had had boyfriends before. Was this a delayed reaction to Viola's death? That thought saddened him, and he took a deep breath. "I know it may seem like there is nothing more important, but doing all this for one guy is foolish. You may not even stay together for long. And why do you need to spend more time with him? Your courses should take priority and then if you have time left spend it with him. And you look exhausted, what time did you get to bed last night?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 03:53:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She frowned.&nbsp; "My classes do take priority daddy.&nbsp; LOOK at my grades..." She stated.&nbsp; "And yes, I was up late...But that's not the point.&nbsp; I love Callisto&nbsp; and if he'll have me...I'll spend the rest of my life with him...Its complicated daddy...But life is too short to not follow your heart..."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 04:06:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Life may seem short but you still have your ahead of you. You still have plenty of time to worry about love after university. You cannot be sure about matters of the heart at your age. Why were you up so late, with this "Callisto"? What were you doing, drinking and partying?" Andrew pauses, feeling ill equipped for this conversation with his daughter. He was becoming increasingly convinced it was to do with Viola, but I cannot bring myself to say so. The subject is still too painful, for you and me. "What can you tell me about this Callisto?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 04:08:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gazed to her father.&nbsp; "We were watching a movie...No drinking...no partying.&nbsp; You know I don't do those things daddy..." She sighed.&nbsp; "Let's see....tall, dark and handsome..." She grinned.&nbsp; "But seriously...he's caring and very intelligent...I met him when I was doing my paper on Wicca." She explained.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 04:17:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "I thought I knew you a lot better than I apparently did," Andrew shakes his head, seeing that his daughter won't yield on the issue. At least not now. "Okay, tell me Callisto's full name and his address. The two of you can make dinner for me, some time this week. Okay? I am just trying to look out for you Alexis. I don't want this Callisto to hurt you,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 04:27:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tilt my head some.&nbsp; Callisto's last name?&nbsp; I realize I don't know it.&nbsp; "I'm not telling you that daddy..." I say softly.&nbsp; And I can't reveal his address either.&nbsp; "We will meet you out for dinner some night...I need you to trust me daddy...Callisto isn't going to hurt me...I can promise you that..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 04:37:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Alexis, this is ridiculous. Why don't you want me knowing where you live?" Andrew images many horror scenes of Necropolis slums, filthy carpets, mold smeared walls. But then an even more sinister thought occurs to him. "And why can't you tell me his full name? Is he wanted? Is he hiding from the law? Alexis, you cannot afford to get mixed up in such a thing. I want you to come home with me. Callisto can come over to my place,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 04:49:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I sigh.&nbsp; "No he's not wanted...he's just a very private person...I'm sorry...but I just can't tell you...And I'm not coming home with you...If I'm not home when he wakes, he'll worry about me..." I say to you.&nbsp; I'm getting anxious.&nbsp; I wasn't prepared for the onslaught of questions and had expected you to just give up
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 05:02:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Andrew does not understand what his daughter is talking about. The details of the situation are lost on him in his hot tempered state, all he really knows is that it is absurd, and every new thing his daughter says about the relationship makes him fear for the power this new man has over her. He stands up, "Alexis, I forbid you to go back to go back to this Callisto. This relationship you have with him, it is not healthy," his voice had been steadily rising throughout the conversation, but this is the first time Andrew actually shouts at his daughter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 05:09:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I sigh and nearly cower.&nbsp; But I force myself to stand up to you.&nbsp; I stand to my feet as well.&nbsp; "Daddy...I'm not a little girl anymore...You can't control my life.&nbsp; I'll call you later when you've had a chance to calm down.&nbsp; I love you Daddy..." I say and I turn to leave your office.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 05:21:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Andrew silently watches his daughter go with a mixture of anger and sorrow, but this quickly turns to worry. What is he to do? He is tempted to call the police, this Callisto guy cannot be clean, but he is hesitant. For the time being he just accesses his daughter's file, checking the address she gave when she switched to online attendance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 05:33:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The address I gave was my father's house.&nbsp; I couldn't give the location of my vampire.&nbsp; I sigh as I leave your office.&nbsp; I don't know what to do.&nbsp; Instead of heading home, I go to the cafe across the street.&nbsp; I can't let someone follow me to you.&nbsp; I wish it were night.&nbsp; I would be with you...Things are getting more and more complicated.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 16:09:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; You can at least be assured that your father will not be able to find me, with only a first name and no address, but you are worried of being followed. You sit nervously in the cafe, see no sign that anyone is spying on you and wondering what to do about your father.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 20:01:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I sigh and place an order.&nbsp; I am hungry and it will keep my mind off things.&nbsp; I smile and thank the waitress for bringing my order.&nbsp; I begin to eat.&nbsp; I worry not only about my father...but also about what you are going to say.&nbsp; I'm not sure how I've handled the situation.&nbsp; Did I do it right?&nbsp; Or did I do it wrong?&nbsp; My mind is racing.<br><br>After eating I head out and make my way back to your haven.&nbsp; I go the long way, backtracking and such to make sure I'm not followed.&nbsp; Its nearly sundown before I return.&nbsp; I've completely forgotten about getting groceries or anything.&nbsp; I enter and close the door and lean against it.&nbsp; What am I going to do?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 21:59:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; You enjoy a nerve-wracking snack in the cafe and a prolonged walk back to the haven, full of running bursts and paranoid glances over your back. Again you feel you have not been followed, but you cannot be sure. After all, wouldn't a professional know how to avoid being seen by you?<br><br>&nbsp; You hurry inside, double checking that the door is locked, then collapse into a hair. The tension of walking home, the stress and excruciating attention to detail having exhausted you mentally and physically. In the other room, I lie on the bed. I still sleep, but soon I will become conscious of the surroundings. It will be almost another hour after that until the shackles of slumber are shaken off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 23:40:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I Sigh softly as I wait for you.&nbsp; My heart is racing still from the encounter with my father as I'm on the verge of having a panic attack.&nbsp; I eventually move to sit on the couch and see my father is texting me again, demanding to know where I am and demanding we come to the house for dinner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 00:22:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; You father is not the only person to text you, as Chelsey also asks how you are, as apparently your father spoke to her earlier which got her wondering if everything is okay. Eventually I get up and emerge from my room. Before I can even tell something is wrong, you are rushing towards me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 00:28:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I text Chelsey back and tell her everything is fine.&nbsp; The moment you enter the room, I rush to you and my arms go around you.&nbsp; I bury my face in your chest.&nbsp; I'm trembling lightly as I don't know what to do and I don't want to make you angry.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 00:35:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Alexi, what happened while I was asleep?" I slowly raise my arms, freeing them from your embrace. One of them presses against the center of your back to steady you, whilst the other strokes your hair. "You can tell me. Did a ghoul from the Camarilla come?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 00:38:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shake my head.&nbsp; "Worse...My father...He...he demands to meet you...tonight." I say.&nbsp; I tell you the events of my day and the argument with my father.&nbsp; I don't know what else to do other than take you to meet him, if you're willing to go.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 00:48:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Shit," I manage to control myself and the beast, anger registering only in the brief clench of my fist through your hair. "I didn't think of him. Shouldn't you have? He's <em>your </em>father," I fall silent, as I am already considering two other, permanent solution to the problem. But for the time being both seem drastic, and I am not sure I even want to do one, "Well the, let's meet him. Ring him, arrange an activity that will not require me to eat. I need to shower," For now, meeting with your father will buy more time, if nothing else.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 00:54:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and I nod.&nbsp; I send a text to my father letting him know we've already eaten but I will bring you to meet him.&nbsp; My father sends back a text telling me 7 sharp.&nbsp; I reply with we'll be there.&nbsp; I sigh softly.&nbsp; My father usually trusts my decisions, so of course I didn't think...I wait for you and go change into a pair of jeans and a necro university hoodie.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 01:07:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I take my time, not looking forwards to this task, but eventually I return and dress in a fresh suit. I will need to wash them soon, "I have a solution, at least temporarily. I can bend the minds of mortal. I will do it to your father, nothing major, just make him more inclined to like me, he won't change otherwise. What do you think would make him like me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 01:20:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze up at you and decide I'm under dressed.&nbsp; I go and put on my red dress, stockings and heels.&nbsp; I gaze to you as I change.&nbsp; "Just make him see his little girl is well taken care of...and that you aren't going to just up and leave me in a month..." I say softly and slowly move to you.&nbsp; I smile.&nbsp; "You look nice.." I say
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 03:10:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "That does look better. We'll make an impression on your father," I already know roughly what I will do, the only question is whether to bind him with my own blood. Nothing major, just a single drop, for the sake of friends. The question is how, as I do not want to involve you in he process. Maybe he will have a drink at some point. "Shall I shave?" I indicate my stubble, impatient to go and get this over with.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 03:17:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tilt my head and gaze up at you.&nbsp; "There's really no need.&nbsp; Only if you wish to..." I say to you.&nbsp; "We can go.&nbsp; It will please my father if we are early." I add.&nbsp; I hope this goes well.&nbsp; It has to go well.&nbsp; I do not wish to lose either of the men I love in my life.&nbsp; Not you...definitely not you.&nbsp; But I don't wish to lose my father either.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 05:28:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Good, let's get this over with," I am still a bit annoyed. On the way down the stairs I run over what else I could do to prepare. I am warm to the touch, unlike other kindred, and the uneasiness I provoke in other is subtle, and there is nothing I can do about that. I have no heart beat and such a pretense would cost too much, but that should not be an issue this time. By the time I get into the car I am moving with a deep calm. You are mine, I will keep you, and try to ensure that you stay happy. It is that simple. "So where are we meeting your father?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 12:52:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze up to you as we move toward the car.&nbsp; At my old house" I tell you and give you directions.&nbsp; It's in a nice district of necro. I can tell that I am more nervous than you are
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>30-10-2013, 04:51:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Halfway there I take a detour to buy of bottle, nothing too grand as its last minute and I'm not carrying that much money on me, but I is still manage to find reasonable vintage, a dry red. We arrive just over 10 minutes early, and although I have been impatiently drumming my fingers on the steering wheel, the nervousness is eaten you a lot more. "Alexi, it's going to be fine. We'll show your father how happy we are together, and he will come to his senses," I promise once we are out of the car. Then with no point in hesitating, I stride to the door and ring twice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>30-10-2013, 05:08:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you as we pull up outside the house.&nbsp; I slowly nod.&nbsp; I know I have to trust you and so I do.&nbsp; I get out and walk with you to the door and stand by your side.&nbsp; My father answers and eyes you then invites us in.&nbsp; We go into the parlor and take a seat there where my father begins the third degree.<br><br>Who are you?&nbsp; What are your intentions with my daughter?&nbsp; What do you do for a living?&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>30-10-2013, 19:13:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I am prepared for the treatment. "My name is Callisto Lupanicci, I want Alexis to be happy, to share with me in a respectable and healthy relationship. I have a medical degree, but I earn a living by evaluating artifacts of religious and occult significance from the late Middle and Renaissance periods," As he asks the questions, your father stares at me, and in doing so makes eye contact. "Your concern is unnecessary, but understandable.&nbsp; Less so is your hostile attitude. Alexi was very hurt when she came home, she was nearly crying. I am sure you did not mean to hurt her, but you did. For her sake, we should try and get along. Be civil,” I used the voice that demands obedience. Unfortunately I do not know if this will work, as I have never before used it to command someone to change their opinion, merely dictate their actions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>30-10-2013, 21:12:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I sit quietly beside you as you talk to my father.&nbsp; His expression softens.&nbsp; "I didn't mean to hurt you lexi. ..I was concerned. " he turns his gaze back to you.&nbsp; "At least tell me you live in a safe area of necro.&nbsp; If not. ..I will make arrangements for a home that's safer.&nbsp; I..I don't know if she's told you about her mother. . But I refuse to lose my daughter also" he said to You. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>30-10-2013, 22:52:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "We do live in a safe area: the Old Market district. Not too grand, but it has pretty low crime rate," I hope he doesn't ask me for a specific address, but I have a couple I can give if he does. The revelation of your mother surprises me, but then until now our relationship has focused on us, not anyone else even if they are close. I attempt to nod understandingly, "Neither of us want that," I assure him. Did your mother die, or leave him?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>30-10-2013, 23:45:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze from one to the other and I know I'll have some questions to answer for you later.&nbsp; &nbsp;My father finally sighs.&nbsp; "Very well. I won't stand in the way.&nbsp; Just. .. don't break her heart" he said to callisto.&nbsp; He still planned to check up on callisto though. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>31-10-2013, 03:28:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "You need not worry, or you Alexi," I turn to face you, smiling for effect, "My, family taught me to plan in the long term. I have no intention of leaving you. Now we've cleared that, may I ask what your job is like Mr. Hall? Alexi tells me you work as Necro University's dean. Do you find the position rewarding?" I am pleased we have moved past the more confrontational part of the conversation, as I am unsure how long the beast could have listened to such a tone. I may not even have to use my blood on your father.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>31-10-2013, 03:31:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I curl up to you more now, relieved as well.&nbsp; My father is taken by surprise by your words.&nbsp; "It....it's very rewarding...You said you research artifacts.&nbsp; Perhaps you'd like to speak some day."&nbsp; He said.&nbsp; That surprised me greatly.&nbsp; Maybe my father realized you weren't so bad
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>01-11-2013, 04:40:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I frown at the offer to speak, “I’m not sure about that. Never really did have the classroom presence. But I will keep it in mind,” I lay an arm gently across your shoulder. I continue to try and appease your father, making friendly talk without appearing to be too desperate to win his approval. I have decided I will not bind him, as I want you, my Alexi, to be the only human with my blood inside you, even if it were just a drop.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>01-11-2013, 04:59:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I snuggle closer to you and my father watches us.&nbsp; He sighs.&nbsp; "It's apparent my Alexis is taken by you.&nbsp; I can see how much she really loves you...truth be told Lexi, I knew your mother was the one the moment I met her...so...as long as you make her this happy, I won't stand in the way."&nbsp; My eyes lightly up and I jump up and hug my father.&nbsp; "Thank you daddy....I told you he was a good guy..." I say to him before returning to sit by you again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>01-11-2013, 22:40:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I am a glad to have received your father's blessing, although more for your sake than mine. I have never been too good at reading people, but I feel the bond between us does allow me to see what if important to you. I can tell how much you need your father to approve of me. And besides, his tribute of respect placates the restless beast within me. We continue to talk for the next hour, "Look at the time, and after our late night yesterday, Alexi is looking tired. I think we should get going, have an early night. Even with online classes, she still needs her rest,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>02-11-2013, 01:47:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her father watched him a moment and gazed to Alexis.&nbsp; He nodded.&nbsp; "Take care of my daughter..." He said and stood opening his arms to me.&nbsp; I move to hug him and smile to him before returning to your side.&nbsp; I yawn softly.&nbsp; My father seems ok with the situation after meeting you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-11-2013, 02:28:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "That I'll do," I promise, extending my hand towards him after he is finished hugging you. Once outside I chuckle, "Well now that's over. See? Wasn't nearly as painless. So, do you need to sleep, or can you take me into the place where you saw the ayajoon?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>02-11-2013, 03:11:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you once we are outside, relieved that went as well as it did.&nbsp; I nod.&nbsp; "We need to go to the state park thats about an hour away.&nbsp; Do you know where it is?" I ask you softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-11-2013, 03:28:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "No, I don't," I never had a reason to go out into the wild, until I started to pursue the ayajoon, and until now it had all been strictly academical. "You can drive," I hand you the keys.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>02-11-2013, 15:41:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile and nod and take the keys from you.&nbsp; I drive us to the state park and park.&nbsp; I gaze about as I try to remember.&nbsp; "This way..." I say after I get out and hand you back your keys.&nbsp; I shiver some.&nbsp; I wish I'd brought extra clothes.&nbsp; I lead you down a path towards the lake.&nbsp; Its a quiet, dark night, much like the night I was there with my father.<br><br>I reach the clearing with the lake several hundred feet away.&nbsp; I turn to my left and point to the circle of trees.&nbsp; "It was there..." I say to you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-11-2013, 17:16:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I walk into the circle of trees, closing my eyes and trying to feel, to feel the presence of strange magic, sense any traces of the ayajoon. Nothing, I can't feel it. But then my senses to the powers of other beings has never been that sharp. I wish I possessed the gift of auspex, but when running from the Swords and Cain, and maybe even the Black Hand, hiding always seemed more important than seeing.<br><br>&nbsp; "Are you sure you cannot remember anything from that night? You weren't feeling scared, happy, wanting to leave?" I turn to you. "Go and stand in the centre," I talk to the tree line to inspect each trunk, in a most likely vain attempt to find anything that could help. "Maybe we should go and see the lake," I muse out loud.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>02-11-2013, 17:32:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and I move to the center.&nbsp; "I was scared when I saw the eyes...I turn and gaze about and blink.&nbsp; I yip suddenly and run back and hide behind you and point toward the forest beyond the trees.&nbsp; "Did you not see them...they were there..." I stammer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-11-2013, 18:13:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "What?!" I snap my head around, but there is nothing in the direction you pointed. "What did you see exactly?" But you don't need to reply, as suddenly I see a brief glow: it was a faint glimmer, tiny, low to the ground. "Stay back Alexi," my voice is quiet, on guard. I approach the two trees cautiously, ready to summon up the darkness as my weapon if it be needed. I was too eager, we are not prepared for....Suddenly a young girl burst out from behind a bush, giggling as she darts around me, "Good evening!" she yells, her voice heavily accented, but not one I recognize. This is not the ayajoon, but the legend, missing children...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>02-11-2013, 18:17:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I stay behind you trembling lightly.&nbsp; I tilt my head and approach the child.&nbsp; "Hello..." I look around.&nbsp; "What are you doing here by yourself this late?&nbsp; It's dangerous.&nbsp; Are you lost?" I ask as l look again for her parents.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-11-2013, 18:31:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Keeping an eye of the girl I move to the patch where she was hiding, looking for other, both human and wildlife. "Vince wanted me to come here. He must have saw you," the girl's style of speech seem old fashioned, to put it mildly, and it also sounds quite proper. She wears jeans and an over sized shirt with cheap plastic buttons, worn, faded and filthy. "I'm not lost," She grins at you, stamping her foot down onto the ground right next to you playfully. "Got your shadow," she declared. You smile, but when you try to move your leg, somethings pulls against you, resisting the movement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>02-11-2013, 20:56:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gazed at her.&nbsp; "Vince?" I question.&nbsp; I do try to pull away and can't move.&nbsp; "CALLISTO..." I cry out in alarm as my eyes widen some.&nbsp; I try again.&nbsp; "I can't move...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-11-2013, 21:44:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; You manage to stumble free, it is after all your strength against the child's, and she laughs. Not fully understanding what is going on I turn on the child, who I know is a ghoul. <strong>"Let her go!"</strong> I growl, lining my words with my kindred nature. The girl jumps back, "You're angry. Vince is like that. You're a krampus!" she yells, "Did he sprit you away as well?" I don't know what to do. I had not imagined a child stolen by the ayajoon would still be alive. Is this a test? How do I pass it? For the moment the beast within rattles its chains, and I hold my ground, not wishing for it to gain control. "Are you okay Alexi?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>03-11-2013, 00:02:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I pull free and gaze at the girl and then at you.&nbsp; I move to you and nod.&nbsp; "What is Vince" I ask her softly fighting my fear and moving closer to her.&nbsp; "Has he hurt you?" She is but a child but speaks as if from another time and something inside me wants to help her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>03-11-2013, 00:29:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Vince is a krampus, just like him!" the girl repeats, pointing at me. "Vince doesn't hurt me, sometimes he scares me, but I don't see him often. I play in the forest, with Francis and Joseph and Priscilla and Alice. Do you want to see them? Vince doesn't want to be disturbed, but they can come here," "Can you take a message to me for him? Tell him that I wish to meet him, and that I will be back in this same place three nights from now. I want to discuss something with him, as one Keeper to another," The girl seems to ignore me, but I am sure she heard.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>03-11-2013, 04:58:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod to her.&nbsp; "I'd love to meet them," I say and gazed to you.&nbsp; I move a bit closer to you.&nbsp; "So...he's a vampire too?" I whisper to you.&nbsp; I'm even more curious now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>03-11-2013, 15:26:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Yes, but I think this Vince is rather special, even for a kindred. I think he has drunk of fey blood, and this has changed his nature," I watch as the child scurries away. With her gone I am impatient, wanting to leave and wanting to stay, to meet this Vince for whom I have been searching for so long, but it appears he does not want to meet me. I am vaguely aware that I have you to thank for this, but right now my thoughts are focused more on the ayajoon, on Vince. "We should go," I say, but then the young girl return, giggling as she runs amid two furry shapes, and a third one circles around her through the trees, "This is a Priscilla, this is Francis and this is Alice," she indicates a crow and a stray dog and cat. "I can't find Joseph. He's hiding. He does that,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>03-11-2013, 17:17:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you as you speak.&nbsp; &nbsp;I softly nod and gaze to the child and realize I don't know her name.&nbsp; "My name is Alexis.&nbsp; What's yours? " I ask.&nbsp; I gaze up to you.&nbsp; I was thinking the others were children as well.&nbsp; But I was wrong it seems.&nbsp; I look at you again.&nbsp; "What is Joseph" I ask And look back to the girl. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>03-11-2013, 18:03:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "You have a odd name. Vince told me about a boy called Alexander. Do you know him? My name is Elizabeth," she lifts up Francis and Alice, both of whom she claims are pleased to meet you. Priscilla the crow lands on her shoulder and squawks at you. "Joseph is a tree hound. Vince says he is a stot, but I know he is a tree hound. He is hiding up a tree. He does that," she explains. "We should go," I repeat myself, taking your hand and tugging it slightly. "Goodbye Elizabeth. Give my message to Vince. Remember, one keeper to another," she repeats the words back to me and I turn to walk away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>03-11-2013, 22:53:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I Smile to her and before I can say much more, I feel you tugging me away.&nbsp; I gaze up to you a bit confused.&nbsp; "What's the hurry?" I ask you softly as I gaze back and wave a goodbye to elizabeth.&nbsp; I don't understand why we didn't stay and talk a bit more with her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>03-11-2013, 23:19:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Farewell Alexis. And you krampus," Elizabeth calls after us, before running away into the forest with her woodland friends. "We have what we came for, there was no reason to stay. This Vince doesn't want to see me, not yet, but in three nights time, that may change. Why, did you want to stay?" I do not break my stride as I head back to the car, 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-11-2013, 02:17:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tilt my head as I follow you.&nbsp; "Well...you could possibly have found out more information had you been more patient..." I say to you.&nbsp; "And well...I was curious about her..." I add as I walk alongside you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-11-2013, 02:53:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "She thinks I am a krampuses Alexi, and Vince too" I almost snort, dismissively, "Trust me, I can limp through life without whatever knowledge she would have imparted upon me. You're curious? Well you can always go back and hand out with...whatever they were called," I open the car door, "I'm sorry Alexi, I was just, I felt insulted, that he would send to greet me. But it is understandable. And I almost forgot, I have you to thank that I could even contact him. How can I show my appreciation to you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-11-2013, 03:05:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze at you.&nbsp; "What is a krampus?" I ask.&nbsp; I'm confused about why it is an insult.&nbsp; I gaze back to the forest but I opt to stay with you.&nbsp; &nbsp;I get into the car.&nbsp; "You don't need to give me anything.&nbsp; I was glad I could help Callisto." I say to you.&nbsp; I don't know what to ask for.&nbsp; There's nothing I need that you don't already give me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-11-2013, 03:24:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "A horned beast man of Germanic folklore, he would steal misbehaving children during winter, take them away in the sack," I explain as I get into the car, realizing too late that I had forgotten to open the door for you. "There must be something you want Alexi, if not from me then from the world. Remember, I am kindred, I have ways to get what I want," &nbsp;After several minutes of driving I have been considering how to pursue the case with the ajayoon, as suddenly my goal is within reach and I find myself not entirely sure of my intentions. "What do you think of Elizabeth? What should we do about her?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-11-2013, 03:44:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tilt my head and smile.&nbsp; "Promise me that we will always be together...That's all I really want..." I say softly to you.&nbsp; I gaze out the window as you drive.&nbsp; "I'd like to help her if we can....Is that possible?&nbsp; Give her a home maybe?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-11-2013, 04:00:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Of course we will," the promise comes easily to me, but not as easily as it has before, to other mortals: there is some weight behind this one. A home for Elizebeth. But that would mean Vince out of the picture, which I find suits me well. "A home? Yes, it would have to be kindred, and it could not be anyone of the Camarilla, least of all Merlin," or <em>The Swords of Cain</em>, "However, there are those Independent. Maybe one of them would take her in. It seems like we will have a lot of preparation to do in the next few days Alexi. The task before us is of no small feat,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-11-2013, 04:04:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile.&nbsp; Your answer satisfies me.&nbsp; "I want her to go to a good home...and I wish to be able to see her too..." I say to you.&nbsp; "Couldn't...we...take her in..." I ask softly.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-11-2013, 04:16:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "She will. There must be some anarch with a motherly side in Necro. And I'm sure I can convince them to allow you visits. Take her in?" I chuckle, "No Alexi, I think one human is enough,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-11-2013, 12:30:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you.&nbsp; I tilt my head some.&nbsp; "Why? " o ask.&nbsp; "I'd take care of her: I argue.&nbsp; I try to understand your logic. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-11-2013, 13:02:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "It would be too much hassle, I may need you to be able to run errands for me, which you won't be able to do if you are busy looking after a child," Whilst I had been paying attention on the route here, I still need to ask you for directions every now and then. Eventually we are back at my place, "I'll think about it," I promise as your persistence begins to win me over.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-11-2013, 17:36:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you as you tell me you'll think about it.&nbsp; Once home I head inside to get ready for bed.&nbsp; I gaze at you a moment before moving to you and hugging you tightly.&nbsp; The fact you haven't flat out told me no makes me happy. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-11-2013, 23:59:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I am still doubtful of the idea of the two of us looking after Elizabeth, I am a kindred and I have lived for decades with the knowledge that I will not have children, and I have accepted that. I have spent the nights of unlife alone, it has taken me over ten years to bond a single thrall. But you seem eager, and I am still very happy with you, more willing to consider such requests. I lie down next to you and kiss the back of your neck, staying with you until you fall asleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-11-2013, 00:16:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I fall asleep in your arms.&nbsp; I long for the day I can waken in them as well.&nbsp; The next day I spend much of it researching Elizabeth.&nbsp; I search area newspapers for a story on the missing child and I find one.&nbsp; An article dated all the way back to 1898 about a child named Elizabeth who just vanished.&nbsp; She was the right age and description.&nbsp; I smile, pleased with my finding and I can't wait to show you when you waken.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-11-2013, 01:02:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; In the hours before I sleep, my own thoughts are consumed by the ayajoon, this Vince. He will be powerful, but possibly out of touch with the ways of kindred, and out of practice. And his thrall may be older, but mine is an adult, and knows how to use a bow and arrow. I remember the tips, made of iron. I feel that they will play an important role in our confrontation with the ayajoon. I am tempted to try and get some cold wrought iron, but I know I could never do so in time. Nevertheless we will be busy in the next few days, and I do not think either of us will necessarily enjoy them. I awaken shortly after sun set and emerge from my room, wondering which task I should start with.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-11-2013, 01:18:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you as you enter the room.&nbsp; "Good Evening Callisto...I found some information on Elizabeth or...I think it's her.&nbsp; Look..." I say and show you what I've found.&nbsp; "If this is her...she's over a century old..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-11-2013, 01:30:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Good evening Alexis," I am still a bit groggy from the clutches of slumber. "Makes sense. Kindred blood will do that," I glance at the article. "Yes, that is probably her. But we have more important things to do tonight though. Its time we dived into the shark infested water. We are going to the court of the prince, the heart of the Camarilla in Necro. Wear your best dress," I almost shudder at the thought of what we are about to do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-11-2013, 01:40:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tilt my head some and slowly nod.&nbsp; I move to get dressed.&nbsp; She'd gotten a few from home the night before.&nbsp; She entered the bedroom to change and returned wearing a long black dress.&nbsp; <br><br>http://www.delightinstore.com/image/cache/data/product/Prom%20Dress/FlirtP2013/P5794_black_Back-1000x1000.jpg<br><br>I smile to you.&nbsp; "Will this dress do?" I ask softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-11-2013, 02:05:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I am already dressed in the suit I plan to wear, I only need to shave. Your choice of dress however catches my attention. "Why yes Alexi, you do look ravishing. I must admit, I prefer the red dress, but this is best for where we are going," I trace the bare skin of your neck and shoulder first with a nail, then with my lips. "Drop to the floor," I say suddenly, not using my heritage to compel you, simply wanting to see how you respond to the strange command.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-11-2013, 02:13:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and shiver as your nail then your lips are on my neck.&nbsp; I gaze to you and find your command strange but I slowly move and kneel at your feet.&nbsp; The blood within me compels me to be obedient to you even without the use of your dominance.&nbsp; I gaze up at you and wonder why you told me to do this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-11-2013, 02:24:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I look down, meeting your gaze. I know you must be wondering why I am doing this, and I am torn between telling you now or continue to make my point. I choose the latter, because it is important that you understand how different a world you will be in once you step inside the Elysium's falls. "That's good my thrall, but you hesitated. Do not," I pause, "Get on your hands and knees. Now roll onto your back,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-11-2013, 02:27:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am not thrilled about doing this in my dress and it makes it difficult.&nbsp; I move to obey you, getting on my hands and knees and then moving to lie on my back.&nbsp; I confused by all these strange commands.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-11-2013, 02:36:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Very good, I am proud of you Alexi," I smile, then remember, "You can stand up now," I take your hand to and help you up, holding you steady whilst I stroke your cheek and neck, kissing your lips. "That could not have been pleasant, but there was a reason. Where we are going, we are not equal. You are my thrall, others will call you that, and I will do so to. I must, there is no other way. You must show me unquestioning obedience, and not demand anything of me. You must call me master or dominator, and we will need to get you a collar to wear on the way. If you do not look like you are in your place, the place the court demands your kind to be, I will appear weak and the harpies will be sure to put you in your place, and they will do so with immense sadism and pleasure. Do you understand? I suddenly realize how much I enjoyed having you kneeling before me, submitting to my commands, even if I had just intended it as a lesson.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-11-2013, 02:53:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze up at you and I nod that I understand.&nbsp; "I'll do my best to make you proud and show them that you aren't weak..." I say to you.&nbsp; I must admit, the thought of wearing a collar somewhat turns me on a bit and I too enjoyed submitting to you even if the commands didn't make any sense.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>06-11-2013, 04:00:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Just remember Alexi, it's all for show," I lead you down to the car. On the way I give you more instructions, "Do not talk to anyone, and stay by my side. Address anyone who appears to be of rank as "my liege" and anyone else as sir or madam. Do not address other human thralls. Try to avoid eye contact, but don't make your efforts too obvious," On the way there I stop at a 24 hour SEX shop, a neon sign proudly proclaiming its natures. It is tacky and cheap, but the collar I find inside seems well made if simple. I buy it and return to the car. "Here," I hand it to you, in two minds as to whether I should put it on you, or allow you to do it yourself.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The collar</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/15/BDSM_leather_collar.png)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>06-11-2013, 15:44:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile and nod to you as we head toward our location.&nbsp; When you stop at the sex shop I gaze about it, never having been inside one before.&nbsp; I remain silent.&nbsp; I take my place beside you in the car and take the collar from you.&nbsp; I slowly put it on and use the mirror on the visor to check it out and to adjust it.&nbsp; I'm beginning to get more nervous as we near the esylium.&nbsp; I gaze to you and hope this all goes well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>11-11-2013, 05:45:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I had not put much thought into the collar, simply intending it to ward you from the attention of the harpies.&nbsp; As we drive drive however, I cannot help sneaking glances of you: black dress, glowing hair, the pale flesh of your neck captured and contained by the cheap collar. "Do not fear Alexi. It will be over quickly, and then we will not have to ever return," I am slightly dreading the experience myself.<br><br>&nbsp; We arrive at the Oriole Theater, a privately owned art house, very difficult to get into. The entrance to the courtyard is flanked by two burly men in dark grey suits. I realize I am hungry, I should have eaten before arriving, but it will work, I can still resist it. "You will need to surrender any weap-" "I do not carry any weapon I can hand over to you, and neither does my thrall," I fix him with a steely glare to remind him of his place. He holds it for but a moment, then back down and without the support, so does his fellow goon. "Come," I extend an hand back towards you but do not look at you, leading you instead onto a wide gravel path along a grass bank dotted with bushes and shriveled, dying flowers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>11-11-2013, 14:54:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod to you and get out of the car.&nbsp; I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous.&nbsp; Well...make that terrified.&nbsp; I follow you to the entrance, keeping my eyes lowered as I walk behind you.&nbsp; I listen as you speak with the guard.&nbsp; My heart rate begins to increase as we step past the guards.<br><br>I walk along, still behind you and still with my eyes lowered.&nbsp; My dress is slightly raised in my hands as I follow you.&nbsp; My eyes flick to the bushes and to the flowers and then to the path again.&nbsp; My eyes do glance up, but only to see where we are going.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>12-11-2013, 01:44:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; The perfect white gravel crunches beneath our feet, seeming to glow in the darkness. The grounds are patrolled by more guards in dark grey, I recall Prince Wright being big on security the first time I came here nearly two years ago, the same night I arrived in Necro. I lay an arm on your shoulder in an effort to calm you, but I cannot show too much affection. I hate this place, for here the hounds are mad, and could be watching you even if you do not see them.<br><br>&nbsp; We enter through ornate wooden doors, the columns painted red and their shafts fluted. The main floor of the Elysium is the common area for the audience, only the seating has been removed for an open floor plan and a large table in the centre, decorated with white and yellow flowers and table pieces of pale blue marble. I frown as I enter, the place is packed by kindred standards: I count thirteen individuals in this main room. My only comfort is the Prince is always seated above in the centre balcony. But then its not the Prince that worries me the most.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>12-11-2013, 02:32:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Your arm provides a bit of comfort and I walk alongside you. As we enter the doors I gaze about at the area thinking it is quite beautiful.&nbsp; I remember though to keep my eyes lowered and I do not make eye contact with anyone.&nbsp; I can sense your worry and it causes my heart to begin racing again.&nbsp; I try to remain calm.&nbsp; I do not wish to embarrass you so I remain by your side and silent.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>14-11-2013, 03:25:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; What am I even doing here? The sheriff "recommended" I show up, and I did, like some some pathetic, loyal pup? Well no, I'm here to sate their curiosity, without leaving them hungry for more. I do not want to them being too interested in me after I have dealt with Vince. Prince Wright is a Blue Blood which suits me just fine, it is his mad hound and hounds I fear.<br><br>&nbsp; I see Javier, a Blue Blood who controls a large portion of the docks, and the drugs that flow through them. Behind stands a typically thuggish character in jeans and a shirt, an empty gun holster dangling from his shoulder. "Good evening," I offer my hand to a fellow kindred. "I have not been inside these magnificent halls for too long, what tales are there to hear?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>14-11-2013, 13:11:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I stand quietly behind you with my eyes downcast.&nbsp; My racing heart is slowly calming down.&nbsp; The man shakes your hand. I can feel him or someone eyeing me and it makes me nervous.&nbsp; You talk about things I really don't understand but I remain silent.&nbsp; I know now isn't the time for me to ask questions
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>15-11-2013, 02:41:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I exchange guarded comments with Javier, who appears to be interest in what I have to say about myself, but is also interested in recounting his own tales, like that time he wrestled a Leper on the banks of Shuwdun Lake. I had forgotten how un-Camarilla like he could be. I like him. At one point he even acknowledges you, "I don't remember you having a bird on your arm last time," he nods towards you. "Can't say I blame you. She's hot," he lifts a golden goblet towards you, then up to the Prince's balcony, and I snatch up one to mimic the gesture. I am suspicious of his words, but he shows no further interest in you, and we continue our talk. Then suddenly, <em>"Poor little thing. He's going to leave you here, just like the last one,"</em> a voice whispers in your ear, but no one else is about.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>15-11-2013, 04:50:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I blush some at his words, but I do not look up at him.&nbsp; I'm way too nervous for that.&nbsp; I blink and look around as I hear a whisper in my ear.&nbsp; The words scare me and I move closer to you and I grab your arm.&nbsp; My heart begins racing and pounding in my chest and my fear becomes probably evident to many in the room as it rises.&nbsp; I gaze up at you and I want to leave now.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>16-11-2013, 04:27:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I am puzzled when you grab my arm, and turn with obvious annoyance. “What is it, thrall of mine?” I see your heightened fear but do not care until I shake my arm, ripping it free from your grasp. This simple show of strength calms me enough to repeat the question, this time without such a forked tongue. “What is it my thrall? Do you have something to say to me, or Javier?” The Blue Blood watches with amusement, his own ghoul having remained silent and still throughout our dialogue and remains to do so now. The other kindred in the room had been half-watching me since I entered, but now they turn, becoming more obvious as they enjoy the newcomer’s plight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>16-11-2013, 04:32:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and tremble at your annoyance and tone.&nbsp; "Master..."I speak very quietly.&nbsp; "Someone whispered in my ear...but...there was no one there..." I stammer.&nbsp; I am obviously quite shaken by the experience.&nbsp; I really want to leave, more now than ever as I feel more eyes on me.&nbsp; I resist the urge to look around and I keep my eyes on you but somewhat lowered.&nbsp; My heart is pounding in my chest.&nbsp; I do not tell you what was said yet, and won't here unless you ask.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>16-11-2013, 04:56:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Voices, but no one was there? I scowl as I slide my eyes across the room, willing myself to see there what is hidden, but to no avail. At least I know Javier had nothing to do with th-, but then, he could have been a distraction. “Show yourselves, you mad dogs. This hiding of yours is truly pathetic,” I challenge in a firm, controlled voice, my back now turned to Javier.<br><br>&nbsp; There is a snort, and one of the patrons who had been talking with a seneschal next to the empty stage approaches me. She is wearing a skirt and top of plain but expensive black, and in the style of her blonde hair and makeup I recognize a touch of the Gothic. “If you cannot control your own ghoul Keeper, then you should simply admit it. Seeking others to blame for your own shortcomings, now that would be pathetic,” she speaks in a slow, deliberate tone, her voice carrying a slight accent. “If I wanted to hear the help of a mad hound, I’d kick it. Now stop tormenting my thrall. You and the rest,” I nearly growl, to which the women giggles. “Me? A hound? I think not. I am Shara, and you seem to be confused as to who is who here,” there is a pause, then suddenly she feigns realization. “Oh my. You do know it is not the Prince you have been talking to for the past hour? They share a clan, but this fine neonate is not quite that distinguished yet. Working his way there though,” My hands twitch as I fight the urge to ball them into fists, to the growing amusement of the onlookers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>16-11-2013, 14:10:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tremble more as with the bond I can sense your anger rising.&nbsp; I feel as it is all my fault and I am sorry I have embarrassed you.&nbsp; I am still terrified and I wonder what the voice meant by what it said.&nbsp; I keep my eyes lowered and I don't react to anything that this Shara is saying.&nbsp; I wonder if I can talk with you in my mind if you'd hear me.&nbsp; I give it a try.&nbsp; ~Master...~
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>16-11-2013, 21:14:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I do not hear the word in your mind, my attention fixed on this Shara and our barbed conversation, but she always manages to twist my words, and can think on her feet faster than I can. Finally I can take it no longer and raise my two hands and clasp them together. “Careful Shara, we may all be of darkness, but the darkness you know of is but a weak shadow of its true form. Would you like to a see a purer expression of its existence?”<br><br>&nbsp; I have crossed a line, and every kindred in the room knows it, even I do a second too late. The Sheriff is suddenly next to me. “Is everything a problem?” I drop my hands, “No, no. I have found myself outmatched. I will be going now,” Of course Shara cannot resist a victory gloat, “You were hungry and thus irritant, it is an understandable mistake. Next time be sure to show up well fed, on that bitch of yours maybe. Perhaps she will be more useful as spare blood,” I leave without further comment, humiliation corroding the chains of my beast. The ghoul guards are careful to avoid me, having trained well enough to recognize the symptoms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>16-11-2013, 22:43:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tremble lightly as I stand next to you.&nbsp; I move to follow you out scared of what is going to happen.&nbsp; Once we are outside I gaze up at you. "I'm sorry" I whisper.&nbsp; I'm trembling still from the encounter and my heartbeat is finally slowing to a steady beat.&nbsp; "I did hear a voice though... and what it said scared me. .."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>16-11-2013, 23:52:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; As soon as we are outside I begin to mutter a steady stream of harsh Italian, stomping my feet and clenching my fists. When we get to the car I finally find a sacrifice for my beast, punching through the front passenger window. It is only then that I turn to you, properly hearing your words. "Yes, yes I know. One of those Lunatics. What did the voices say?" I am struggling to decide whether I hate them or Shara more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>17-11-2013, 01:29:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I follow you scared I have angered you and I jump when you punch the window.&nbsp; I tremble when you turn to me.&nbsp; "That...you were going to leave me there....just like the last one..." I say quietly.&nbsp; I watch you a few moments.&nbsp; "Are you hungry master?" I ask just in case there are still others listening.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>17-11-2013, 02:02:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I begrudgingly have to hand it to the harpies, capable of rattling a ghoul they knew nothing about, and so eloquently. But I am also angry, “And why did believe them Alexi? Why did you believe the voices from nowhere more than me? Don’t change the subject!” I bark when you mention feeding, seeing deception where there is none. My hand goes to your throat, looping two fingers through the ring of your collar. I pull you close towards me, “I don’t know who they were talking, you will not be leaving me. Now get in the car, we are going home,”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>17-11-2013, 02:09:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp as you pull me to you with my collar and stare into your eyes.&nbsp; My heart begins racing once again.&nbsp; "I...I'm sorry master..." I feel the word is appropriate at the moment.&nbsp; I move to get into the passenger seat after I brush away the broken glass as safely as I can.&nbsp; I take my place beside you.&nbsp; I lower my eyes.&nbsp; I'm disappointed in myself for making you look bad in front of your peers.&nbsp; I honestly don't blame you for being angry even if some of that anger is directed at me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>17-11-2013, 04:48:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I am silent during the drive home, luckily the streets are deserted and so there is no one to see the shattered window. This is just as well, as I would not take kindly to being pulled over by the police. The drive does give me time to think, which as always allows me to wrench back some control from the beast. Soon we are back in my apartment. “You can take that off now,” I take a seat on the sofa, “Tell me what you thought of the Elysium. How many kindred were there?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>17-11-2013, 04:52:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you once we are home and I slowly remove the collar.&nbsp; "I...I hated it...I hope we never have to go back," I answer you honestly.&nbsp; "I...I don't know how many were there....I didn't look around much.&nbsp; I was too afraid to....I'm sorry if I embarrassed you..."&nbsp; I sigh and I move to sit down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>17-11-2013, 05:09:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I am disappointed with your lack assessment; I had hoped that you would be better at reading social cues and situations, as I am not so good myself at them, “There were thirteen, which is a lot. Four were ghouls and one kindred, Javier there the Sherriff, was hidden when we entered and only revealed himself later. There could have been others who never did reveal themselves. But yes Alexi, I agree, I do not wish to return there, and after tonight I do not think we will. Come, sit next to me. But first get changed, I don’t want to see that dress anymore,”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>17-11-2013, 12:17:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I softly nod to you and I move to change out of my dress.&nbsp; I slip into a satin night gown and I sigh.&nbsp; I know I have disappointed you and I aim to do better next time...but hopefully, there won't be another next time with that situation.&nbsp; I exit the room and walk to you and curl up next to you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>18-11-2013, 03:46:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Although I am starting to come to terms with what happened in the Elysium, I still feel humiliated, my pride is still bruised. Then you come and curl up next to me. I remember the times I have see your pale body, the feeling I had when I put the collar onto you. In fact your neck seems bare without it, but you still promise a new way to deal with my frustrations. I reach out and grasp you by your hair, tugging upwards towards me. “Cheer me up Alexi. Entertain me,” I do not give you any further instructions, interested in how you will deal with this task. My fingers loosen, still in your hair but no longer gripping you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>18-11-2013, 04:06:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and I shiver lightly and gasp as you grab my hair.&nbsp; I gaze into your eyes as you speak.&nbsp; I move onto my hands and knees beside you.&nbsp; I lean in and begin kissing on your neck softly.&nbsp; I gaze up to you and bare my throat, offering myself to you as my fingers slide to unbutton my gown, and I let it fall behind me.&nbsp; I tremble lightly as I am now naked beside you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>18-11-2013, 20:59:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; The sight of your naked body brings with it a rush to the still vitae in my veins. I have been with girls before, Wiccan mainly, but it was always more to preserve my cover balanced carefully with the risk of my still heart, with the pleasure gained from it a noted after thought. But with you, the sight of your pale flesh makes me excited. Usually such desires are that of the beast within me, but this feels like myself. "Is this how humans entertain each other," I release you, sliding my fingers through your hair, down your cheek. "Maybe I am a little hungry," my fangs pierce the skin of your neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>18-11-2013, 21:06:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you.&nbsp; "No...but...but it is how I wish to entertain you...I thought...I was hoping...I wanted to give myself to you, Callisto...completely." I finally manage to say.&nbsp; I gaze into your eyes and even I can see your hunger.&nbsp; AS you tell me you are indeed hungry, I bare my throat to you and I gasp as your fangs sink into my skin.&nbsp; The pain is brief, but the pleasure is amazing and a soft moan escapes my lips as I fall under the spell of the kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>18-11-2013, 22:52:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I resist the urge to devour your blood, allowing instead for it to flow, seep into my mouth, swallowing your vitae in small sips. I want to drink much, much more, but I make do with a cup full. "I value your affections, and I will return the gifts you give to me," I draw my nail across my wrist, lifting my hand to your mouth. My blooded nail traces a line down your neck, past your breast and across your stomach. "Let's see what you have to offer,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>18-11-2013, 23:32:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you and lap at the blood.&nbsp; I lean in and kiss your lips softly as I begin to unbutton your shirt.&nbsp; I slide my hands over your chest gently and I begin kissing on your neck.&nbsp; I purr softly and nuzzle lightly against your neck.&nbsp; I pull away and my hands slide downward to your pants and I begin to undo them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 01:21:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "There, doesn't that taste good?" my fingers trail down your outer thigh. Your kiss is a surprise to me, the taste of my vitae surprises me. I get impatient with your meticulous fingers and rip my shirt off, scattering buttons. Now that did feel like the beast, but it is not destructive, it is simply eager, like me. I resist the urge to grab you, allowing you to act as you see fit, as it has proven interesting so far. When you pull aware I twitch, finding it increasingly hard to handle even this little buildup, "I want you Alexi,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 01:25:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and smile some.&nbsp; I am a bit nervous but I am hiding it well.&nbsp; "I've never...well...I've never done this before..." I finally confess to you.&nbsp; I slide from you and tug your pants away.&nbsp; My eyes remain on yours and my heart begins to beat faster.&nbsp; My own arousal is growing and my musky scent begins to fill the room
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 02:09:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Your admission of inexperience surprises me, as you seemed to know what you were doing, even if you were nervous at first. I remove my boxers and stand up next to you naked, my arousal clear. "You have already done everything that is required of you, let me do something now," despite my experience I am as unsure of you as to how to proceed, but then I reach out and touch you. My hands naturally find their way across your body, tracing your ribs, grabbing your breasts, reaching down between your legs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 02:18:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze up to you and tremble some.&nbsp; I am only doing what comes natural.&nbsp; I tremble a bit at your touch at first, but I quickly relax and my hands trace over your body as well.&nbsp; My nipples harden as you touch my breasts and you'll feel my wetness as your hands reach between my legs.&nbsp; My heart is pounding in my chest and my breathing is becoming heavy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 03:19:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I feel first your erect nipple on the skin of my palm, then your wetness on the tip of my finger. I kiss you on the lips, the cheek, the lips again, then your neck, feeling the strong, rapid pule, resisting the urge to bite. "Offer yourself to me Alexi. Say those words again," I draw my finger along your your wet folds, each time pressing in harder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 03:43:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tremble lightly and a soft moan escapes my lips.&nbsp; I return your kisses that land on my lips and I gaze up to you.&nbsp; "Take me Callisto...Make me completely yours..." I say softly as I grind against your fingers and my hand slides down and brushes against your erection.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 21:41:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Nothing you have ever said to me has pleased me more," I do not breathe and my heart is still, but there is a still a sense of desire, of smouldering passion in my words, in my movement. I bite your neck, but manage to do so with my blunter teeth. Your brushing fingers on my erection drive me one, and I push two fingers into you suddenly with an almost animalistic heave.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 22:14:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp as your fingers fill me and my hand tightens around your erection and I begin stroking you.&nbsp; Your fingers reach my hymen and I tense lightly.&nbsp; I gaze up to you.&nbsp; "I love you Callisto..." I breathe
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 23:21:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; My fingers are inside you, I feel the moist flesh not realizing how close I am to your maidenhead, "I love you too Alexi," I flex my fingers inside you, and allow myself to be surprised by the pleasant feeling your hand on my shaft generates for me. But then I pull my fingers slowly, reluctantly, out of you. "We should not be doing this here, on the sofa. Let's go into my room, to the bed,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 23:43:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shiver lightly as you withdraw your fingers from me. I nod and smile softly to you.&nbsp; I let a kiss linger on your lips a moment before I move to follow you to your room.&nbsp; I am so very much in love with you and giving myself to you completely is the natural thing to do now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 00:08:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I take you gently by the hand and lead you into the small, bare and unlit room that is my chamber of retreat when the sun's cruel glare dominants the sky. I turn a cheap light on and pull aside the thing blanket, "Lie down on the bed Alexi," the sheets are unwashed and dusty, but it doesn't seem like you will mind. I kneel down on the bed beside you, taking a moment to marvel at your pale flesh in the dim light, and plan my what I will do, wanting this to be special for you, as you deserve.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 01:24:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I follow you into the bare room and gaze about.&nbsp; It needs a woman's touch.&nbsp; I would love to lie by your side while you sleep&nbsp; My mind already pictures a large bed with a canopy and heavy thick velvet curtains surrounding it.&nbsp; I smile to you and I lay on the bed, on my back as you've told me to do.&nbsp; I gaze to you with nothing but love, devotion and trust in my eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 02:15:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I lean down on my hands, hovering above you, enjoying the look of submission in your eyes. I lay gentle kisses on the side of your forehead, moving down across your face. When I reach your neck I kiss you twice, then on the third kiss I bite into you, holding you in the Ecstasy of the kiss for the briefest moment, barely swallowing a thimbleful of blood. My lips move across your body, your breast and stomach, and I repeat the bite on your shoulder and inner thigh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 02:21:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I purr softly as you kiss me but when I feel your bite I moan as I get lost in the pleasure.&nbsp; It seems to radiate as you bite my shoulder and then again my inner thigh.&nbsp; My heart is racing and my body is arching to yours.&nbsp; "Callisto..." I moan your name over and over.&nbsp; "I need you..." I whimper as my hands trace lightly over your flesh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 02:34:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I enjoy the game I have come up with for your body, a game of biting and of pleasure. "And I will provide for you what you desire," My hands firmly grip your legs by the knees, gently pulling them apart and laying them on the sheets. I lie down on top of you feeling your erects nipples against my chest, and then I enter you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 02:59:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I moan beneath you and arch my back.&nbsp; My arms slide around your neck and I purr softly.&nbsp; "That feels so good..." She moaned.&nbsp; She tensed lightly though as he reached her barrier.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 03:18:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I do not realize the physical significance of my initial thrusts as they break your barrier. The act feels pleasant, but I gain far more pleasure from your arch back and hearing you moan. I drink in the echoes ecstasy of my thrall, the beast within me driving me aggressively onwards. My lips hover above yours as my hips move yours upwards, and I thrust into you at a quickening pace.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 12:51:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I moan and my hips move to meet yours as I strain to press my lips to yours.&nbsp; I never knew it would feel like this.&nbsp; So good and my body seems to crave yours.&nbsp; The pleasure within me is building and I let go and cries of pleasure escape my lips as I come.&nbsp; It feels good but it doesn't compare to the pleasure of your bite. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 16:11:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Your moans excite, pushing me closer to the beast which drives me on, strong and still steadily quickening the pace. However I am still in control, the beast is not running free, its almost like I am sharing you with it. Returning your kiss quickly becomes a bite against you bottom lip with my blunt teeth. I am finding the act enjoyable, but it is your pleasure and moans that truly interest me I realize, gazing at the expression on your face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 16:37:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I come and my walls squeeze your shaft as I cling to you and ride out the waves of pleasure. My cries and whimpers of pleasure slowly quieten and I gaze up to you breathing "that .amazing" I whisper as I gaze up to you as my hips continue to meet yours to bring you your release. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 17:18:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I am only vaguely aware of your release at first, but when your moans start to subside I realize. "Everything you had hoped for?" I kiss your quivering lips. My own space slows but I continue, my own release approaching. It is dry as blood is the only fluid inside me, but I enjoy it. As always I have the vaguest sense of familiarity, some aspect of my release reminds me when the final moments when the beast is in control, just before it slips back down. The briefest feeling of complete satisfaction, and in that moment my fangs pierce your neck one final time this night, and I drink my fill.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 17:32:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shiver lightly in your arms and I gaze up at you. "everything and more" I whisper. I nuzzle against you some and the pleasure returns tenfold as you bite me again. "Callisto.."I moan softly. I now feel as if I am completely yours. I will belong to no other.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 17:50:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I gulp down mouthfuls of your strong, sweet blood, battling my desire for more. I eventually pull my fangs free of you, licking the neck wounds away. Lying next to you I place my chin on the crown of your head, holding you rightly in my arms. "Alexi, rest now. We will have a long night ahead of us tomorrow, but for now, we can just hold each other,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 18:05:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I move and curl up to you. I lay my head on your chest and snuggle against you. "what happens tomorrow" I ask as I can't remember. I yawn softly and i'm glad you've chosen to let me sleep in your arms. I feel tiredfrom the blood loss and I close my eyes. both my breathing and heat rate is slowly calming
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 18:38:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I do not answer your question, simply holding your body tightly against mine. Once you have fallen asleep I break away and wonder to the table to study, noting with amusement your discarded collar. I am distracted and do not learn much, just retreading familiar tales of the native and settler legends of the ajayoon. In the end I return to the bed and to you nearly an hour before sunrise, leaving a note on the table for you that you should get the car's windows fixed and be rested for when I wake up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 18:56:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I awake sometime around lunch time. I find your note and gaze to you asleep beside me. I move to you and kiss your lips softly.&nbsp; I get up and get dressed in a pair of ripped Jeans and a top. I slip on my boots and grab my jacket. I go to a garage and flirt a little to get them to fix the window while I go across the street to the diner for a bite to eat.<br><br>It takes them a couple hours but soon I am back at your haven. I look around the room and pick up the discarded clothes. My eyes fall on the collar. I remember how it felt to wear it and I smile some as I move it to your desk. All that is left is to wait for you to waken
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>21-11-2013, 22:12:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; It takes an hour for the car's window to be repaired, and then you are back. It is many more hours before I am awake, my sleep uncharacteristically full of dreams. Shadows and darkness for the most part I think, but even this is significant. “Evening Alexi,” I enter the front room and sit down at the table, dressed in only a shirt and boxers. “We need to discuss what we are going to do about Vince, and I need to know you are ready for it. Could you bring yourself to, take him out?” originally I had planned to make a deal with him, trade information for something, but now I realize he is a vulnerable target, and I am a hunter with a thrall to assist.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>22-11-2013, 03:08:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile as you enter the room.&nbsp; "Good evening Callisto" I replied.&nbsp; I tilt my head some.&nbsp; "Take him out...as in...kill him?" I ask.&nbsp; I'm thinking there's no way.&nbsp; I am a mere thrall to you.&nbsp; I can't kill someone as powerful as Vince has to be.&nbsp; "I...I'm not sure" I answer you truthfully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>22-11-2013, 22:52:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Yes, if necessary. I am not asking you to take him out on your own, merely that you help me. Alone you are correct to be hesitant, but with me, you can prevail. But you will need to obey me. When I give the signal," I bring my hand firmly down on the table, "You will need to fire an arrow at him, without a moments hesitation. Can you do that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>22-11-2013, 23:44:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze at you.&nbsp; "Will killing him hurt the little girl? " I ask.&nbsp; Your answer to that will determine if I can or not kill him.&nbsp; I am certain in my skill.&nbsp; "Where is the shot to go? " I ask as some shots are easier to make than others. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>23-11-2013, 00:30:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I hesitate, unsure of how much I want you to know about the workings of the bond. But then I answer, as you probably won't realize it is the same thing that binds us together too, believing instead it to be some special, unique. "No, she will be freed by his death," I stand and approach you, kissing you on the forehead, my fingers resting on your left breast. "The shot will go in his chest, preferably through the heart. Get your bow ready, we shall spend the night practicing," I find some clothes to wear, ditching my usual attire for a pair of torn jeans and a black T-short with the word "CoL" spelt in archaic looking letters, depicting an empty set of swings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>23-11-2013, 02:47:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod to you trusting you that she won't be harmed.&nbsp; I go and put on a hoodie as it is chilly outside and I get my bow and quiver.&nbsp; I move to follow you outside.&nbsp; I don't feel I need to practice but I do not argue with you.&nbsp; I smile to you.&nbsp; "Ok, where is my target?" I ask you softly
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>24-11-2013, 23:36:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I get dressed and lead you out to the car, driving to the forest, but a place far away from Vince. On the way I stop for food, as I have the feeling I may require a lot of blood for what I have planned. I pause to consider your question about your target, as I am not entirely sure myself. I want to see proof that you can kill for me, but mortals today consider the act of taking a life so significant, I’ve heard it can even scare their minds. “Me. I want you to hit me, whilst I am trying to avoid it. Aim for the centre of my chest, but do not hit my heart. If you do, pull the arrow out. Do you understand? Can you do this?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 00:08:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you as you tell me you want me to shoot at you.&nbsp; I'm not sure I can let alone want to.&nbsp; Still, I slowly nod to you.&nbsp; "I'll try," I say to you.&nbsp; I will do my best to please you.&nbsp; "Ok.&nbsp; I guess I'm ready, I say to you and notch the arrow and get ready for you to become my moving target.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 00:34:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Good," I am cautious, unsure of whether you will really be capable of what I require of you. I turn and take 40 medium paces, then turn around and extend my hand towards you, this will be the signal I shall use when I meet with Vince. Then I start moving towards you, hunched down and stepping to the side every three paces.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 00:40:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I watch you and nod as you give me the signal.&nbsp; My arm follows your movements and after you take 10 paces I let my arrow fly and I'm fairly confident it will hit.&nbsp; I know when it comes to Vince, I will probably only get one shot so I will have to make it count.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 01:05:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I am surprised by how well you rise to the challenge I have set for you, even more so when I feel a dulled pang when the arrow pierces my suit and bites into my flesh. It does not due much damage, but the iron will harm Vince far more, or so I hope. For a moment I feel a flash of anger, my thrall dare hurt me, but I sweep it aside. Instead I am proud, for I have found a warrior to serve me. But my celebrations must wait, for I need to test you more. Without yawning a yawning batch of utter darkness, the hungry presence of the abyss, opens up in front of you. To gaze upon invites a primal fear into a mortal's mind, but the strong can resist it. I need to see how you will respond, for I fear Vince can also command these mere wisps of the living darkness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 01:10:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp and stumble back a few steps and fear sweeps over my,but I use that fear and quickly pull another arrow and fire it at the darkness, not knowing if it will do anything or not, but one does not learn if one does not try.&nbsp; My heart is racing and my panic is rising but I try not to focus on my fear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 01:40:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; The arrow flies through the dark, which seems to utter a thrill, mocking chorus. This time your shot misses me however, but I take notice of your reaction, and it pleases me. I walk towards you slowly, eventually emerging from the darkness that is my own creation. "Approach me," I am now visible to you again, standing 3ft away from the edge of the darkness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 02:03:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and I walk toward you.&nbsp; My bow is in my hand and quiver on my back.&nbsp; I smile to you a bit.&nbsp; "Well, how'd I do?" I ask you softly as I approach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 02:19:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "You did very well Alexi, I am very proud of you," my lips twitch and I kiss yours. I wind my arms around your chest, careful to avoid your bow and then squeeze you tightly. "And, you gazed into a darkness beyond mortal comprehension, and yet stood your ground. Many mortals would have fled screwing, or collapsed on the spot," I step to the side, "Do you think you could walk through it?" I gesture to the fringe of the alien darkness, cold and unnatural.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 02:22:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nuzzle against you as you hug me and I hug you back.&nbsp; I gaze to the darkness and I shiver a bit.&nbsp; I am scared.&nbsp; I won't deny it.&nbsp; But I also know you are right there and won't let anything happen to me.&nbsp; Or...I trust that you won't.&nbsp; I gaze up at you and I nod.&nbsp; I pull from your arms and slowly move toward the darkness.&nbsp; I visibly tremble and take a step closer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 02:31:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I nod slowly at your determination, “You can do it, go on!” I reassure you one last time. As you approach the darkness it seems to reach out, greedily wanting to embrace you, your warmth, and your life. You slip into the darkness, like a pool of oil water. Countless cold tendrils crush across your skin, leaching your essence. You cannot see a thing, and the sounds of your own breathing, your racing heart are snatched away, twisted and throw back at you as a mockery of what they one where. With increasing panic you realize you cannot breathe, the air refuses to enter your lungs, all the happens is the cold coats the inside of your mouth, but ventures no further down your throat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 02:35:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I move further in at your encouragemnet and then I feel the tendrils as they swirl about me and over my skin.&nbsp; They feel cold and inky.&nbsp; My panic begins to rise as they are everywhere and it does feel as if I can't breathe and I scream for you.&nbsp; "CALLISTO" But it seems as if it comes out in a silent scream.&nbsp; I look around but can no longer see you, only the darkness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 02:47:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Three steps and a whole layer of reality away, I watch you although your scream sounds just as distorted to me. You are fearless, or that is at least how I view you in the moment muttering "Come on Alexi, you can do this. Walk through," 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 02:50:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I somehow hear your voice and I force myself to walk further into the darkness to walk through it.&nbsp; I can feel the tendrils sliding over my more and more.&nbsp; One slides around my throat and tightens, not enough to hurt me, but enough to let me know it can if it chooses.&nbsp; I tremble some as I take a step and then another.&nbsp; I feel the tendrils and I can't see a thing as I walk.&nbsp; My heart is pounding in my chest as I walk
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 03:18:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I see you reach inside yourself, finding the will to keep going against your most primal fear. I step inside, following closely after you. I grab you across the chest as you step out of the clouds and behind me the abyss calling itself back, away from this world. "Did you feel that? Feel its pulse, its impossible will? It is alive, Alexis!" I am exhilarated, as your first experience has brought ancient memories of the first time I ever saw the truest expression of darkness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 03:25:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I jump as I feel your arms go around me and I turn facing you and I hug you tightly.&nbsp; "That was scary but I could feel them.&nbsp; Are they really alive?&nbsp; Or do you control them?" I ask.&nbsp; I am curious and full of questions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 03:44:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Yes, yes it lives! Me, control them?" I laugh, "No, I could not control such a potent force. I can merely pull it here, where it lingers for the briefest of time. There is, an entire plane of this darkness. A yawning abyss that extends below you, above, and wraps around you, folds back in on itself in an eternal pattern that can never be discerned. There are secrets in there, many secrets. Every secret worth knowing, is inside the Abyss, waiting for someone brave enough to navigate it," my arms are on your shoulders, and in my excitement I am pushing downwards, resisting the urge to bite you, drink of you. Behind me the darkness is gone, replaced by the night, leaving behind only the bloodied arrow tip I absent mindedly pulled from my chest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 03:48:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you.&nbsp; "But you have the shadows too...aren't they a part of it?&nbsp; Or is it something entirely different?" I ask and gasp as I feel you near my throat.&nbsp; Showing my unconscious submission I bare my throat to you.&nbsp; I shiver lightly and gaze about and see the darkness is gone, though your own shadows remain.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 04:04:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Your confusion is understandable. "We have both darkness and shadow, they are the same Alexi. We cannot make the darkness of the Abyss exist in this world entirely, we lack the understanding of obtenebration. All we can make exist in this world, is a shadow of the Abyss's darkness. Thus, shadows and darkness," your bared throat encourages me, and I lean in to bite. The beast inside me flexes it muscles and I twitch my jaws like a savage, mauling animal. As your sweet vitae flows down my throat, I grip your arms and push you down to your knees without even realizing what I am doing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 04:28:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I listen as you explain and then I gasp as you bite me and I moan softly.&nbsp; I feel you pushing me to my knees and I do not resist you.&nbsp; I'm unaware you don't even realize what you are doing.&nbsp; I trust you completely and I purr as the pleasure of the kiss puts me under your spell.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 14:49:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I sip your blood, enjoying the continuous flow across my tongue. I push you down further, becoming lost in a haze of darkness and red. Suddenly I find that you are lying supine on the ground, whilst I have straddled your feeble, moaning form. I have taken much from you, not enough to threaten your life, but I doubt you would be so accurate with your bow now. Time to return what I have taken, I draw my nails across my wrist and place my hand to your mouth, “Drink up, Alexi,” my voice sounds dazed to my ears.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 17:10:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I moan and whimper as I can feel you taking more than you have before and I am relieved when you stop. I am weak as I gaze up at you and I drink greedily when your wrist is offered to me. I can slowly feel my strength returning and I will drink until you pull your wrist away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 17:34:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; As you start to drink I regret my decision: I should have left you like that. Left you to feel the coldness seeping under your skin. Can you feel it, Alexi? Is it reaching for your heart, with icy fingers? But I was worried about you, and so I reacted quickly, too quickly. Now that I have started though I allow you to continue drinking, until I have returned almost as much blood as I took from you. The cut heals and I arch my back, still straddling you. I gaze down at you, still reeling from the whole experience. You handled the darkness like a native swimmer, a clumsy one, hesitant and timid, but it is still an amazing achievement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 17:47:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I lick my lips and I gaze up at you. Seeing you over me like that makes me wish I still wore the collar I wore for show. It makes me want to submit to your every demand and desire. I tremble lightly at my own thoughts and smile to you. I remain silent for the moment as I merely watch you
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 18:50:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; My fingers brush your cheek, wanting to feel your warmth. "You are very brave Alexi," I stand slowly and extend my hand to you. "You have done well, my warrior princess, staring at the darkness, a shadow of the darkness of another world, and not flinching," I know I am embellishing the details, but I do not care: my thrall, a university girl in the modern nights, is ready to fight a vampire far older than myself. "I expected to be doing this a bit longer. I have nothing else planned for the night," 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 20:51:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze up at you and I smile as I slip my hand in yours and stand. I blush a bit at your words and i'm happy you are so proud of me.&nbsp; I gaze up to you. "when do you plan to do this..."I ask as I gaze about. Something feels off and I feel as if we are being watched
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 21:24:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "The night we saw Elizabeth," I shrug, but then the realization hit me: my plan would have been on my mind when we went to Elysium. I look around at the sparse terrain, noting several bushes too small to hide in and two trees. Then again, kindred do not need such things to hide. Now that I focus on it, I am sure I can sense the presence of something supernatural nearby, but I cannot tell where.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 21:31:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you. "you sense it too, don't you?"I ask. I look around. I pull an arrow from my quiver a nd I fire it between t he two trees. A growl is heard and a rustling. "something isthere."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 21:40:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I ignore you, focusing instead on the Abyss, channeling its essence through me, to sprouts tendrils of it in this world. This manifestation is more solid however, reaching out from the shadow of the trees to grasp blindly at whatever it is hiding there, "Show yourself!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 22:26:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His shadows pull back a spy from the esylium.&nbsp; Another vampire who was asked to follow the pair.&nbsp; He had an arrow in his chest and wasn't struggling as her arrow managed to effectively stake him.&nbsp; She stared at the vampire a moment and then up at Callisto.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>26-11-2013, 18:55:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I growl in disgust and anger as my shadows produce the kindred spy, my hands clenching into fists because I recognize her, she is a hound of the Sheriff. But something is wrong: she may not be able to escape my bindings of darkness, but she should be struggling against them, screaming in fear. I suspect trickery and the tentacles pulls outwards, threatening to rip her arms from their sockets. Still no response, and the pressure eases. "What...how?" I turn to you, astonished, "How did you manage that?" staking a hiding kindred through the heart, when you barely even knew what you were aiming at.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>26-11-2013, 22:23:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and recognize the woman.&nbsp; I remember seeing her at the esylium.&nbsp; I move closer to you and gaze at her.&nbsp; It would appear I managed to stake her effectively without seeing her.&nbsp; I gaze up to you and I shrug. "Pure luck?" I reply as I gaze at my arrow.&nbsp; "I just fired at the movement."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 04:57:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; It must be. I mean you are skilled with the bow, you have proven that beyond doubt, but surely you could not have pulled off a shot like that with nothing but skill. I shake my head, focusing on the more pressing matter. "She's a hound, an enforcer and agent of Prince Wright," the tendril around her still form begin to construct, winder ever tighter until I hear the satisfying crack of her ribs. Nothing too painful, but enough to ease my frustrations. The tentacles disappear and she falls unceremoniously to the ground.&nbsp; "The prince will not be pleased to learn that a ghoul took out one of his hounds in a single shot. It may be very embarrassing for him, and so you may draw his ire. It seems we may have to return the to Elysium sooner than I thought...but we can deal with that some other time. For now, let's bury her and leave,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 05:29:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and tilt my head some.&nbsp; "Bury her?&nbsp; You're not going to find out why she's following us?&nbsp; And how will the prince know of this if she just doesn't return?&nbsp; If we bury her...she'll just stay there?&nbsp; Right? I mean, with my arrow, she can't move..." I say as it seems I've become quite the question asker now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 16:05:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Everything was going so well, this hound was an unwelcome, frustrating complication. As you speak my hand reach out to catch you by the throat, "Careful Alexi, she is a kindred, in service to the prince. It is not your place to recommend her destruction. She is worth far more than you," I pull you close, <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"She can hear us,"</span> I whisper in your ear, then push you away for show. "We bury her her," I turn to the staked kindred, "Don't worry, I'll be back next night to set you free. And my apologies about my thrall, she is new to this. I will be sure to better educate her,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 16:09:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp as you grab my throat.&nbsp; I wasn't suggesting her destruction, merely asking if burying her would hurt her.&nbsp; Of course, I can sense your anger and do not realize it is for show.&nbsp; I tremble lightly and nod to you and I take a couple steps back.&nbsp; I watch as you speak with the other kindred.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 17:30:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; There is no shovel in my car, but the terrain allows for digging by hand, which I have you help me with. I work in silence until we have the shallowest of graves where I dump the hound, snapping off all but an inch of the protruding arrow's shaft. Then I turn to leave, explaining things in the car. "I cannot interrogate her, because she is a hound of the Prince, and when I release her she will report back to him. He will not like the fact that I learn his secrets. If I destroy her, suspicion will fall on me, and I will be summoned to the Elysium where the Prince will learn the truth. So I must let her go, without interrogating her,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 17:42:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am silent until we get back to the car.&nbsp; Only then do I dare speak.&nbsp; "Why didn't you just let her go then?&nbsp; " I ask curiously.&nbsp; "And I wasn't suggesting you destroy her. .. merely asking if burying her would hurt her" I explain before I go quiet again.&nbsp; I am scared I've angered you still. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 18:13:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Because she was spying on me Alexi, I cannot allow that slight to go unpunished. The Prince will not mind, as long as his secrets are not revealed, he will be more angry at her than me. But he may also take ire at you. He may argue that under Camarilla Traditions you had no right to attack a hound of his," There is a trace of anger in my words, but it is directed at the complication to my plans and not at you, "He will be fine there, maybe a bit bored," I grin wolfishly, "Kindred have suspicious minds Alexi. When you talk of someone not returning, they will think you mean to end them,
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>28-11-2013, 02:12:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze at you and I sigh.&nbsp; "I don't really want to go there again..." I say softly, but know we will probably have no choice.&nbsp; I'm already terrified of the thought of returning as the way you talk, the prince isn't going to be too happy with me.&nbsp; "I'm sorry it I did something wrong..." I say softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>29-11-2013, 00:43:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"I know. I do not feel any need to return there myself, but we may be summoned there. Try not to focus on it, the important task right now is what happens tomorrow night," I am trying on an indirect route back, constantly on the lookout for second and even third spy. "No you Alexi, you have done nothing wrong. You may have broken a tradition and annoyed a Prince, but as my ghoul you have served me well, exceptionally well. I am very pleased," I smile at you, not having realized you had ever considered yourself at fault.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>29-11-2013, 04:33:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze up at you. "Broken a tradition?&nbsp; What tradition?" I ask softly.&nbsp; I didn't think I had broken any rules.&nbsp; Only firing an arrow into the dark which could have very well been a deer or and animal.&nbsp; How was I to know it was one of the prince's lackey?&nbsp; I sigh and smile to you when you tell me I've served you well.&nbsp; I nod and try not to worry about the prince and what may or may not come.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>29-11-2013, 15:38:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I ponder what little I know of human history to help you understand our ways, then I remember a recent era. "Alexi, what do you think would happen if a negro shot a policeman by accident?" I ask simply as we arrive back at my apartment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>29-11-2013, 21:19:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze up at you,"Well...this day and age, probably nothing....a few years ago though, he'd be punished even if it was an accident.&nbsp; In some states, probably even hanged..." I reply.&nbsp; I tremble lightly.&nbsp; "He...he won't kill me, will he?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 02:36:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "No, no Alexi, you will not be killed, I will not allow it. Its possible even that you won't be punished at all, but I needed you to understand how the Camarilla operates. Even such kindred as myself, must still acknowledge their authority and obey the traditions," I do not mention the alternative of living under Sabbat law. When we get out of the car I hug you, as I worry I have scared you. "What do you want to do now?" I ask, still tightly gripping your body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 03:08:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod some and am relieved that you'll keep me safe regardless.&nbsp; I nod some as you talk about the Camarilla.&nbsp; Once out and in your arms I nuzzle against your chest.&nbsp; I smile.&nbsp; "Hmm, I'm happy just like this..." I say softly.&nbsp; I gaze up at you and I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips to yours.&nbsp; "I suppose I need to get something to eat.&nbsp; I am getting a bit hungry...and well...not just for food..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 03:45:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I return the kiss, stroking the small of your back. "Sure, there's a late night diner down there," I gesture along the road. "You need more blood, already? Didn't I feed you up on the hill?" I struggle to remember exactly what happened. I remember showing you the darkness, I drank a bit of your blood, and then I fed you, I think.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 03:53:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile.&nbsp; "Well...I think you did...but..." I blush some.&nbsp; "Its addicting..." I gaze down the road a bit.&nbsp; "Let's get something to eat...well...me something to eat..." I say as I change the subject.&nbsp; I do not wish to anger you by asking for too much blood as I remember you took quite a bit from me but replaced it with your own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 04:09:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Blood is plentiful, and it is there for us to enjoy it," I stroke your reddened cheek, suddenly wondering what you do with the blood I give to you. You don't need it to awaken, do you keep it in your veins like me, or do you use it augment your body? I shrug and walk you down to the diner, where I get a coffee, unable to hide my distaste of the joint and the waitress who takes our order.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 04:21:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I sit next to you in the diner and nuzzle you affectionately as I wait for my food to come.&nbsp; I smile softly to you.&nbsp; I keep your blood in my veins and when I'm scared I can feel it making me stronger and faster.&nbsp; I also use it to help with my eyesight.&nbsp; It makes my archery better.&nbsp; I sip on my drink.&nbsp; <br><br>When my food arrives I eat and it satisfies my hunger.&nbsp; I gaze to you once I'm finished.&nbsp; "When do you wish to go visit Vince?" I ask quietly.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 22:20:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I like your nuzzling and it outs me in a good mood, enough that I offer the waitress a smile and a thanks when she brings me my coffee, which I encourage you to drink from. "As early as possible. I will need time to prepare and you will need time to scout out the forest. Find a good position to fire from," I realize I will still need a way to deal with Elizabeth, I had promised you she will not be harmed. "So, who shall I drink from, and how shall we do it?" I ask, vaguely indicating the other people with a sweeping motion. If you are going to be so hungry for blood, I want you helping with my feeding.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 23:42:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile softly to you and drink the coffee when no one is looking.&nbsp; I tilted him head some and nod.&nbsp; "I could go earlier and find a good spot?" I suggest.&nbsp; "I mean, I assume we are going to do it before we free our friend..." Meaning the Prince's spy.&nbsp; I look around the restaurant.&nbsp; I don't see anyone I'd like you to feed from.&nbsp; There's hardly anyone there this time of night.&nbsp; I smile.&nbsp; "Unless you are hungry, it can wait til tomorrow..."I say softly.&nbsp; "Not much choice here..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 01:09:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; The beast inside me roars at its perceived refusal of yours to obey me, and I am split. I do want you to learn how to get blood for me, but I am comforted by the knowledge that you are not too addicted, if you can wait until tomorrow for your fix. "No, I don't want you wondering around the forest alone. If he finds you, he may very well kill you. But yes, we will deal with Vince and then <em>free our friend</em>," I smile, pleased at your use of words.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 04:25:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you and nod.&nbsp; "Very well. I won't go without you...but if he is like you, wouldn't he be asleep while you are?" She asked curiously as she finished eating.&nbsp; She wasn't going to disobey him and go anyway.&nbsp; She somehow knew better than to do that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 21:33:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Of course, I had not even considered that you could go there by day. But no, "Vince could still know. Elizabeth might see you, or he may have other guards," I stand up, paying for the food and leaving an acceptable tip, although the act causes me to grimace. "Let's go. We have a long night ahead of us tomorrow,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 21:41:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded to him and stood with him and headed out.&nbsp; I slip my hand in yours as we head back to your car.&nbsp; I have a feeling tomorrow isn't going to be a good night.&nbsp; Hopefully we will at least take care of Vince, and hopefully the Prince won't call for my destruction for staking his spy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 22:02:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Once back at my haven I immediately turn to my books, feeling compelled to run over them one last time. I am not confident I will find anything useful, but I have to try. As each book fails to to yield anything of use I throw it aside with increasing desperation. Vince is over twice my age, and Elizabeth's trick, whilst unimpressive, proves that he knows something I do not. It must be from the fairy blood he drank. Hopefully this will also be his undoing, but I will not know until it is too late to back out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 22:06:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I watch you and I become more and more concerned.&nbsp; "Is there something I can help you with?" I ask as I dodge a book you've thrown.&nbsp; I move closer to you.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 22:18:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "No," I snap reflexively, but then ponder. You did manage to comprehend the last book I gave you. "Grab, um, that one by Margret Tate. See if there is anything about the ayajoon that could help us," I do not want to tell you that I fear I have bitten off more than I can chew, even if it is obvious to you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 22:26:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I jump as you snap at me but I move quickly and begin looking in the book.&nbsp; "Is there anything in particular I should be looking for?" I ask you curiously.&nbsp; I gaze to you as I flip through the book.&nbsp; I fnd something that intrigues me.&nbsp; Fire.&nbsp; "A fire arrow..." I say softly.&nbsp; "Would that help?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 22:44:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Anything about the ayajoon that we don't already know," I twitch at the mention of our anathema. I do not like this, why should I use fire when I have darkness? But..."Could you make a fire arrow in time?" I ask tentatively.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 22:46:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you.&nbsp; "I'm not sure...but I can try.&nbsp; I'm not finding anything new..."&nbsp; I answer as I skim the book in my hands.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 22:56:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I read my book in silence for a minute before finally relenting. "See what you can do then. Go to bed now, work on this fire arrow tomorrow,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 23:02:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and nod.&nbsp; I go to bed and sleep soundly.&nbsp; I am asleep before you come to bed yourself.&nbsp; I waken sometime around noon the next day and I go and prepare my arrow.&nbsp; I research how to create one and I make the arrow and I have it ready.&nbsp; I only need to light it before firing it so hopefully you can hold his attention long enough for my arrow to hit its mark.&nbsp; If all goes well, my arrow will both stake and destroy him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 23:19:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I spend many more hours reading over ancient pages, but all I find are some eye witness accounts hinting at what I already know. When I finally give up I turn, surprised at first to see you are not on the sofa. I kiss once before falling asleep an hour before the rising sun, and awake not long after it sets. Normally I would lie still for a while before rising, but now, spurred on by my purpose, I push myself up and stumble out of the bedroom groggily. "Get me blood. A plan," my eyes are narrow slits, my face appearing to take on bestial qualities.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 23:24:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and go to get some of the stashed bottles of blood you have and I offer my own as well.&nbsp; I am ready when you waken, dressed in dark clothes to make hiding easier and I have my quiver and bow ready.&nbsp; A lighter is in my pocket.&nbsp; I hope everything goes according to planned. I am nervous, but I am trying to hide it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 23:36:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I drink the bottled blood, but it is old, stale, but it does the job of waking me properly "No," I push you away when you offer your own, "I want you to be clear headed. I'll be giving some of my own to you later. Wait here, I get dressed and leave, traveling to one of the poorer parts of Necro by car. I need blood, and I cannot wait to do it discreetly, from multiple sources. I find a homeless man and swallow my pride, then much of his blood. I hid the body and leave, apparently avoiding detection. The act does not sit well with me, but it was one of necessity. As soon as I'm back I take you right down to the car, where we head off towards the clearing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 02:33:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I wait for you to return and I do not question where you went.&nbsp; I am relieved when you return though.&nbsp; I'm getting m ore and more nervous as we drive to the clearing.&nbsp; I have my bow in my hand and my quiver on my back.&nbsp; I have several arrows, but only one I plan to use.&nbsp; THe lighter is in my pocket and I gaze to you. "I...I'm scared..."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 02:57:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Vince will try and use the shadows, like I did last night. Don't let me, but if he does just hide, force him to move. You can't fight him as long as he stays in the cloud," I give you advice on the route there, painfully aware that I still need to deal with Elizabeth. "Don't be," I hide my own uncertainties, wrapping an arm around your waist, lifting an open wrist to your mouth. "Drink this, a little dutch courage,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 03:08:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tilt my head and lap at your wrist.&nbsp; I listen to the advice you give and I feel your blood surging through me.&nbsp; "We can do this..."I say, my confidence is getting a boost.&nbsp; I want to just get it over with and be done with it.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 03:36:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Yes," I declare, allowing your own enthusiasm to infect me, and make my feigned confidence seem real. I kiss away any trace of blood left on your lips, then turn towards the trees. I have no assurance that Vince will accept my offer, but I can feel that he would he answer. My intuition proves to be correct as we soon see the small form of Elizabeth approaching us through the trees.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 03:46:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to Elizabeth.&nbsp; "Hello Elizabeth. It's nice to see you again" I say to her.&nbsp; I am surprisingly calm and I smile to you.&nbsp; I'm careful to keep my bow and quiver hidden as I do not wish to give away our plan.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 11:48:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Good evening Alexander's friend! And you krampus," Elizabeth waves at us. "Vince wants to meet you, follow me," she turns around and leads us into the forest. I am impressed with how well you are hiding our intentions, but then she is just a mortal child.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 15:27:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to Elizabeth and begin to follow Her and you.&nbsp; I gaze to you trusting that no harm will come to her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 16:42:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; We travel deep into the forest, as Vince obviously likes his privacy. At one point there is the sound of a crow in the distance and Elizabeth yells "Priscilla!" following with a poor imitation of a bird's cry. Then she continues leading us on, until she suddenly stops at the base of a hill. "You need to go up there. I'm going to play with my friends," I had been thinking how to deal with her, but I was too nervous to think properly. I thought about strangling until she lost consciousness, with darkness or my fingers, but now I do not need to. I just let her run off in search of her animals, and then lead you up the side of the hill. "I'll go over the hill, circle round and then have a look, see if you spot him. Don't use the flame arrow at first, just use a regular one, If that doesn't work, then you use the flame one,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 18:21:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and I nod as I follow you a bit.&nbsp; I remain at the bottom of the hill though.&nbsp; The meeting is for you, not for me and I watch the top of the hill for this Vince.&nbsp; I pull out my bow and a regular arrow and I wait.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 19:05:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I climb the hill, the autumn leaves crunching under my feet. On top of the hill I see a valley, with a mound of earth into middle, large enough to support a tree with sprawling, crawling branches. In the side, a large lair has been dug down, and near the entrance stands a vampire with raven hair, and tattered clothes, a patchwork of jeans, leather and cheap shirts. The years of complete solitude show on Vince, he is hunched like an animal, his face is haggard, his lifts practical gone, showing pointed teeth not quite human. There is a glitter in his eyes, one of intelligence, wonder, and possibly insanity. For a dreadful moment I am sure he can see through my plans, but it is too late to back down. "Greeting, fellow Keeper. I am Callisto. I wish to trade," I approach him slowly, suddenly noticing a patch of impenetrable darkness behind him that seems to twitch and flicker, swaying from side to side.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 19:30:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I make my way up the hill as you disappear from view.&nbsp; If you go to him, and he doesn't come up the hill, I'll never get my shot off.&nbsp; I move slowly and look for a hiding place where I can still see you.&nbsp; There are a few trees thankfully on top of the hill that I can use to conceal myself with your lingering shadows that seem to hang back to also conceal me.&nbsp; I stare at you as you approach the vampire below and I ready an arrow.&nbsp; I have to wait though until&nbsp; you are not in my line of fire.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 20:41:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I stop a short distance away from Vince, moving to the side to allow you a better shot. I do not know where you are precisely, and I will not check to avoid revealing your position, but I know which side of the hill you are on. "What could you offer me?" Vince asks, his voice strangely musical. "A link to the city. To the occult books on mages and rituals, to the blood of mortals, human, not this animal filth," apparently intrigued, Vince takes several steps towards me, and that is when I give you the signal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 21:18:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I burn blood sharpening my sight and I aim for his heart. On your signal I release the arrow and it flies through the air and it his the mark dead on. My heart it's racing as I wait to see if is enough as I reach for my fire arrow just in case
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 21:47:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Vince roars in anger, pain and shock as the arrow strikes him, the iron tip twisting and rending the fey-like part of his essence, like fire does to kindred flesh. Instinctively he wards himself with darkness, vanishing from your sight, and barks a command at the darkness already there. Charging into the cloud I do not see that you are in danger, as I create my own shadows, an enveloping expanse to strange, smother Vince and tendrils to bind him still and rip him apart. In the night air it is difficult to see, but eventually you notice an ill defined shape, five feet across, a mass unnatural darkness, floating swiftly up the hill towards you. As soon as you notice it you hear, no you feel, it roar, and images of your torn body flash in front of your eyes. Vince had a servant, darkness that truly lives.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 22:04:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I let out a scream and I light the arrow.&nbsp; I don't even have time to aim as I just for the lit arrow at the darkness shape as it closes in on me.&nbsp; I'm dead I think as I don't even know where you are and my eyes squeeze shut as there's no time to even run. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 22:47:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Your arrow flies right through the cloud of darkness, but in its wake it leaves behind pain and destruction of the darkness itself. Again you hear it roar, inside your mind and the images of your mutilated body become interspersed with itself cowering before your towering form, your body ablaze with red fire. Then it is upon you, tendril of darkness becoming blades that slice the flesh of your shoulder and arms, ripping at the clothes of your side. This darkness however is not choking however, you realize you can breathe. The images flood your mind, the aspect of darkness is almost gone, it is barely holding itself together.<br>&nbsp; Below the hill I feel a limb and latch onto it. We both do, unable to see, unable to hear your scream, we begin to rip each other apart, and the constructed tendrils mirror our own ferocity. It is a fight to the death, and I started the fight healthy. Vince started the fight with an arrow inside, a wound he cannot heal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 23:11:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing the darkness fade as my arrow took it out, I collapse to my knees.&nbsp; I'm in pain and losing some blood.&nbsp; I can only hope you survive.&nbsp; I whimper a bit and gaze toward the cave.&nbsp; I see shadows, but nothing more so I cannot chance firing an arrow at it.&nbsp; I breathe heavily as I try to heal my own wounds.&nbsp; I watch the area where the darkness attacking me had been, afraid it would reform and finish me off.&nbsp; I wish I had more fire arrows.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 23:38:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Although damaged by fire, the darkness seems to gain strength from your pain, becoming more substantial. The tendrils find the skin on your side and rip it open, as well as mangling the flesh of your arm and shoulder almost as quickly as you heal it. Then I rip Vince arm off, casting it aside and he panics, calling his shade thrall back to him. However it arrives too late, as I have already retrieved the arrow and shoved it through Vince's heart, staking him. What is left of the darkness is but a momentary grappling blur with me, my shadows against it, then I tear it apart. The natural nigh returns to the clearing, and I stand there. My suits is tore, my body ripped open with several fingers torn off, but I am triumphant.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>03-12-2013, 00:05:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I scream as the darkness returns and tears into my flesh.&nbsp; "CALLISTO" My voice cries out and as the darkness seemingly pulls away from me, I use what little of your blood I have left and heal what I can before I lose consciousness.&nbsp; I lay on the hill, breathing slowly, but alive.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>03-12-2013, 00:35:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; He is mine. The heart blood of the ayajoon, and all the secrets within, is mine. However I vaguely recall you screaming, and now outside the darkness I cannot see you, even though I search in the direction the arrow came from. I am loathed to give up my prize, so I lift up the torpored form of Vince and throw him over my shoulder. When I see you lying still there is a moment of panic and I nearly throw the body aside as I rush towards you. You are hurt and out of blood, so I drain what is left from Vince's veins, not the heart blood yet, and then bleed into your mouth. As you recover I lift you up, feeling exposed on the hill top with my prize, I carry the two still forms to the earthen lair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>03-12-2013, 01:05:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am unaware you are there and the fight is over.&nbsp; As you feed me your blood, I swallow on instinct, but I do not waken just yet and don't open my eyes until you have moved me.&nbsp; My eyes fly open and I look around fearful.&nbsp; Only when my eyes come to rest on you do I slowly calm.&nbsp; I gaze at the ayajoon as I sit up and gaze to you.&nbsp; I tremble some as I take a deep breath as I watch you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>03-12-2013, 22:03:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; The earthen lair is an impressive construction given the tools Vince would have had available to him. Once inside I lay you down on the damp soil. I vaguely notice that you are recovering, completely missing the various animal bones and barely paying attention to the numerous books around the place. Vince's blood is by far the greatest secret here, the abyss knows all, and by drinking the splinter of true darkness in his heart, I will gain that knowledge. My fangs sink into him, and I begin to feast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>03-12-2013, 22:12:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I slowly sit up and I look about the lair. I find it hard to believe someone...well something actually lived here. My eyes fall on you as I watch you feasting on the blood that was once in Vince's heart. I can't help but wonder if drinking such old blood will change you.&nbsp; My thoughts turn to Elizabeth. I wonder if she knows he's gone?&nbsp; I do not interrupt you in your moment. I wait until you are finished before I speak.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 00:23:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I am silent and unmoving, battling with the feeble remnants of Vince's soul as the it pathetically struggled to cling to unlife. It cannot win, and I know it. Gradually it yields to me, and I begin to taste purest ecstasy, far greater than any earthly pleasure. I moan softly, my nails rending his decaying flesh. All too quickly it is over, the flesh on Vince's body rapidly rotting away, until only dry bones remains. I stamp on them, crush them, my last, petty victory over him. Now I turn to you, feelings rushing through my veins that I can barely contain. I look your body up and down with a predatory stare., holding my ground and silence for now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 02:22:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I watch you almost shocked at what I am seeing and I watch as the once vampire turns into bones and then dust when you crush them.&nbsp; I tremble as your stare turns to me and I freeze much like a deer caught in the head lights as I am unsure of what you are about to do.&nbsp; Your stare scares me and it becomes evident by my heart as it begins to race.&nbsp; "Callisto..." I barely whisper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 03:02:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I grin as you whisper my name, tilting my head to the side. "Ah-lexxis!" I roll your name along my tongue, inside me chains of darkness snap, the beast running freely through my veins, but it cannot overpower this feeling of control, of desire, of strength. Four tendrils of darkness suddenly burst out of the roof, twisting out from the shadows of the tree roots. Each one wraps around a limb of yours, then you are pulled up into the air, left dangling. "Alexis," I approach you slowly, extending an open palm towards you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 03:06:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp as the tendrils seize me suddenly and lift me into the air and hold me there.&nbsp; My heart rate feels as if it has doubled as it pounds inside my chest.&nbsp; I am visibly trembling but I try telling myself they are your shadows.&nbsp; They won't hurt me and neither will you.&nbsp; I watch you as you approach me and my eyes lock onto yours.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 03:43:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Alexis, we have defeated a kindred, hundreds of years old. By all right we should have been killed, torn apart, front in darkness, our bodies never found. But we triumphed, and so everything his is mine!" my hand strokes your cheek, your neck, touching your shoulder. The wounds are still barely visible, they will be gone by the morning and so I savour the view whilst it lasts. My find the skin of you side through your torn clothes and rip them open further, "And now, I want to play with you," my fingers trace your exposed skin, shredding any clothing they find. The tendrils twitch, parting your legs and lifting your arms behind your head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 04:00:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp softly as your fingers trace over my skin and shred any clothing that remains.&nbsp; I am soon naked before you and I shiver lightly in the chilliness of the night air and my nipples harden as the cold air comes into contact with them.&nbsp; I gaze to you as your shadows move me into an erotic pose and I struggle lightly with them, and they tighten so I relax and gaze to you.&nbsp; I'm not sure what's come over you but I'm not going to argue that you wish to play.&nbsp; The lewd position I'm in has me already getting wet with excitement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 17:19:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I kick aside the pile of tattered clothes that have fallen below you, amused at your feeble attempts to escape the shadows. They are strong enough to completely, effortlessly still you, but I do not want that, instead allowing your motions to sway you gently from side to side. A hand along your flank steadies you, only to send you rolling forwards when I slap your butt. My fingers stay there and reach down to feel your wet folds, happily surprised at your arousal. "How does it feel, being held by nothing but the darkness?" I slowly push two fingers inside you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 17:44:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shiver lightly and gasp as your hand comes down on my backside and I stare into your eyes.&nbsp; "How does it feel?" I ask in response to your question.&nbsp; "It feels...different...erotic even..." I reply.&nbsp; "But only because...I know they're yours..."&nbsp; I add and I moan as your fingers push effortlessly into me.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 18:12:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I slowly pull my fingers out of your sex, marveling at how a mortal could feel so close, so strongly for the living darkness. I walk around to stand in front of you, stopping to pick up one of the larger strips of your former hoody. "That, is very good. You are so special Alexis," with the finger that has been inside you, I trace the length of your bottom lip. "Now, let's get you closer to the darkness," I tie the length of torn fabric around your eyes gently, silently command the shadow tendrils into motion. They currently hold you at wrist and ankle, and they continue to, but also coil up your limbs across your tense, shivering skin, like cold, smooth snakes of the abyss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 18:20:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shiver lightly and my heart begins racing again as you blindfold me and take away my sight.&nbsp; I feel your shadows creeping up my limbs and I try to resist the urge to panic.&nbsp; I keep telling myself you are controlling them and you won't let them hurt me.&nbsp; O tremble more though.&nbsp; My fear is starting to creep in.&nbsp; "Callisto..." I nearly whisper and my voice is trembling as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 18:44:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I can see you getting agitated and drink in the sight, my fingers feeling the racing pulse of your neck. I reach for your breast, toying with the nipple, cupping the pale flesh and feeling your beating heart below. "I'm here Alexis. Embrace the darkness, move beyond your fear," You hear my footsteps moving away from your head, a nail trailing along your underside, chest, stomach, thigh. I smack your backside a second and third time, resting my hand on a smooth cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 19:01:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Your words seem to calm me some and I shiver at your touch.&nbsp; I yelp as you smack my butt again and it seems to add to my excitement.&nbsp; I am getting wetter so much so even I can smell my own arousal.&nbsp; I tremble lightly, but my heart rate is starting to slow as I begin to calm and face my fear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 19:39:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Fear does little to dampen your desires," my fingers delicately touch you between your legs, brushing along the moist surface of your sex. Abruptly I slap you again, "And neither does a little pain," I slide a single finger barely inside you. With my other hand I begin to undress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 19:55:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp softly as you touch me and then I cry out as your hand comes into contact with my flesh again.&nbsp; I strain against the shadows that hold me in place and I tremble at what is to come.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 20:14:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I gaze at you form, lewdly exposed and vulnerable. You have made me feel fear, made me feel desire, and helped me experience victory. My blood has made you feel, now I want my flesh and the darkness to do the same. "Why do you fight them?" I ask as the shadows begin to loosen, retreating up your limbs. Suddenly they snap taut and tug at your limbs, before returning to their previous state. "Is it because of this?" I slap the same cheek three times, in rapid concession. Beneath my fingers, the skin is turning bright pink. "Or because of this," two fingers reach deep inside you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 20:22:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shiver lightly as you speak and I feel the grip of the shadows slacken before returning and jerking tight again holding me in place.&nbsp; I cry out as you spank me and tremble as it does have an effect on me as you soon discover.&nbsp; "Both..."&nbsp; I pant answering you.&nbsp; "Callisto...please...take me..." I begin to beg you.&nbsp; I need to feel you inside me now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 21:10:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I move my two fingers around inside you, slowly, deliberately, enjoying the sound of your desperate, panting voice. My fingers slide out and I squeeze your reddened cheek, moving up close as your legs are pulled further apart. My shaft is hard and I slide the full length into you quickly and forcefully, reaching forwards to grab a fistful of your vivid red hair, pulling your head up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 23:09:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I let out a moan of pleasure even though you do enter me forcefully.&nbsp; I gasp as you jerk up my head by my hair and I tremble as I gaze into your eyes.&nbsp; I am breathing heavily and my heart is racing though not from fear now but from excitement and desire.&nbsp; "I love you callisto. .." I murmur. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-12-2013, 04:06:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I had been so focused on your exposed position and tormented backside, I had not considered your blind fold. But now when you respond to my pull of your hair and turn your head, trying to look at me I see it again. How fitting that my thrall receives me, when she can see only darkness, held in the darkness whilst shadows kiss away the body warmth from her limbs. My pace is fast and wild as I want to test both our limits, "I love you you Alexis," my fingers release your hair, nails trailing down the nape of your neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-12-2013, 04:26:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tremble as you thrust into me and I feel your nails trace down my neck.&nbsp; I moan and writhe against the binds but I am no longer struggling to get free.&nbsp; I trust you even though all I see is darkness.&nbsp; Every touch is so much more intense.&nbsp; Without seeing, my other senses are heightened.&nbsp; I smile though as you tell me you love me too.&nbsp; It makes me feel more complete and I can feel my pleasure rising as I am nearing my release.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-12-2013, 03:00:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I continue at my near frantic pace, losing myself in the act. This has never happened before, I have never lost myself to a mortal. All I am aware of is your body, held there for me, and the new blood inside my veins. I barely even register my nails clawing down your back, the skin turning red in their wake. As if feeling my pleasure and desire the tentacles twitch as they become infused with the manic essence, sometimes coiling up and down your limbs, loosening sometimes, almost dropping you, only to pull you upwards, to the side. As I too approach my release they grow, swelling in length, still holding your limbs in a tightening bind, but sending rolling coils across your skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-12-2013, 05:37:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I hiss as your claws leave scratches down my back and I writhe in the binds of your tendrils.&nbsp; I moan softly as I grind against you with each thrust.&nbsp; My own release comes out of nowhere and I come harder than I ever have before and I scream out your name in pleasure.&nbsp; My walls tighten rhythmically against your shaft, milking you as I tremble in pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-12-2013, 02:43:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Your release, so perfect, so intense, and yet you are forced to ride its waves whilst restrained by my darkness. That is what I had been waiting for, and I slow down to enjoy the sight. However I did not stop, and seeing you like this, feeling your tightness around me is enough to send me over the edge, into an abyss of pleasure that I still find unfamiliar.&nbsp; "That it Alexis, my lovely little thrall," I step back from you, the tentacles loosening, releasing you one by one. When only still grip you I reach out to hold you, preventing you from falling. I put you down on your feet, a steadying hand remaining on your shoulder and with the other I remove your blindfold.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-12-2013, 02:57:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I trembled lightly as I feel your shadows slowly releasing me and then I feel you holding me and slowly lowering me to my feet.&nbsp; I blink as you remove my blindfold and I stare up at you.&nbsp; I am still breathing heavily from my release but I am soon shivering.&nbsp; &nbsp;Its colder than I remember and we still have to go release our "Friend" before the sun rises.&nbsp; &nbsp;I watch you curiously.&nbsp; You seem...stronger than before.&nbsp; I move closer to you and slide my arms around you.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 01:51:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Your cold body presses against mine, and I let you, an arm resting lightly on your flank. For the time being I am perfectly content to stay here, in this cavern of knowledge. Vince's books promise secrets of kindred blood and magic, unknown even to Tremier. I must have them, and yet in my current state of mind I cannot focus on the written page. My fingers twitch against you skin, I want to drink from you. And yet in my current state of mind I dare not, I have drunk from two this night, and both have met their final death. And so I simply stand there, gently holding you, feeling my desires, the remnants of Vince's heart blood and the soaring triumph of victory slowly overwhelm me. The hound of the Prince is far from my mind, who cares if the bitch stays another night in her grave, she's already mad.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 02:00:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I watch you as you stare at one of the books and I look around.&nbsp; I spot a blanket nearby and I move to it.&nbsp; It isn't much, and surprisingly in good shape.&nbsp; I wrap it around me for warmth.&nbsp; I move back to you and gaze up at you.&nbsp; "Are we going to stay here tonight or go home?" I finally ask.&nbsp; "I can gather up the books and bring them with us" I add suggestingly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 02:49:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Your words bring me back to reality, "No," I growl grabbing you be the arm when you try to move away. For a moment I simply hold you tightly, then I turn and start to walk along a wall of bare earth and wooden veins. "No, we cannot leave. We need to search this place. Vince may have hidden his more valuable possessions," I begin to claw into the earth, "Look thoroughly, check everywhere. But be careful, they may be warded,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 03:18:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp softly as you grab my arm.&nbsp; I gaze up at you and I nod to you softly.&nbsp; I begin to look around as well. "What do you mean by warded?" I ask as I pick up a few books that look really old and are written in a language that I don't understand and I place them in a stack.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>13-12-2013, 01:25:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Protected, by magic," I explain as I claw through the earth, finding nothing. I move on, looking for notable patterns in the tree roots. "Feel for it. Something strange. Do whatever you did to sense that kindred on the hill top. Use it and you will feel them. Don't touch it, it may hurt you," we move around the lair, gathering the books in the open and some hidden, caked with earth as a testament of their value to a paranoid kindred with no other treasures.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>13-12-2013, 02:51:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod and look about.&nbsp; I spy a book, half hidden.&nbsp; I go to pick it up but I get this strange feeling about it.&nbsp; I gaze at it a moment.&nbsp; "Callisto...I..I think I found something over here.&nbsp; It's nearly hidden.&nbsp; But I'm getting this weird feeling about it..." I say to you calling you over to look at the relic that looks really old.&nbsp; Older than the other book I found.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>14-12-2013, 03:57:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; We spent about half an hour searching the lair. We find no concealed books, and I am starting to think that maybe Vince never did hide anything, simply trusting that no one would intrude upon his there. But then you find the tome. It is ancient, I can feel power, the seductive promise occult lore known by but a handful, radiates from those fragile pages. I want it; I want to know more about the mysteries of the living darkness. “This is very good. Don’t touch it,” I said absentminded, eyes locked on the tome. I grab what remains of your jeans, and which that carefully lift it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>14-12-2013, 04:08:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and nod.&nbsp; I watch as you lift the tome with part of my jeans.&nbsp; You seem incredibly fixated on it.&nbsp; "Callisto?&nbsp; What about Elizabeth....What happens when she returns here and well...finds Vince...gone?" I ask as I watch you curiously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>15-12-2013, 04:59:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Doesn't matter. Tomorrow," I say shortly. I wanted to say that it won't happen, Vince would never let a mortal, even less so a child, into his lair. Indeed when Elizabether led us here she did not come all the way, it must have been because she was not allowed to. She will survive a night alone in the forest, I am sure she has done so many times before. But I cannot, all I can think about is this book. I want to get home, retreat to the safety of my haven, and study this treasure. I get up, and begin to walk, stopping only to scoop up the rests of the books, even if they are trash compared to what I clutch in my right hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>15-12-2013, 20:44:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I watch you a moment.&nbsp; I do not wish to leave her there.&nbsp; I frown softly.&nbsp; I begin to follow you but all I can think about is Elizabeth.&nbsp; "But Callisto...She's only a child..."&nbsp; I argue.&nbsp; I can't remember ever having questioned or argued with you, but I feel this is important.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 02:57:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I want to respond, but I cannot. I simple continue walking out of the lair with the books, heading towards the car. "Follow me," my instructions are simple. The promise of such valuable lore, knowledge on how to forge darkness, is already manifesting inside me as the beast is locked down with chains of darkness, stronger than before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 03:16:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I frown and sigh, but I do follow you back to the car.&nbsp; I don't say anything more.&nbsp; I am too upset to do so.&nbsp; I'm not even sure why I am so worried about the child.&nbsp; Perhaps its because in my own research, I know I won't be able to have one of my own.&nbsp; Perhaps its wanting her to have a life where she doesn't have to be afraid.&nbsp; I slide into the passenger seat without a word to you and gaze out the window.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 03:35:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Your deep, troubled thoughts go unnoticed by me, I am too busy realizing how late in the night it is. I curse the sun, for soon I will have to sleep and I will not be able to study this book as much as I wish. As much as it deserves. It takes an effort to not read it whilst driving, and I keep the gas pedal down, speeding home as quickly as possibly. There I rush to my table and throw the book open, sinking into its ancient pages of exquisite ancient lore.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 03:46:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I follow you into your haven and watch as you don't even realize I am there and you retreat&nbsp; to your room and begin pouring into the book.&nbsp; I head for the bathroom and take a hot shower to thaw out as I am freezing and then I slip into a pair of flannel pajamas.&nbsp; <br><br>I pad into the kitchen, pausing to gaze at you.&nbsp; You are too busy to notice.&nbsp; I make myself a cup of hot chocolate.&nbsp; Elizabeth won't leave my thoughts.&nbsp; I am worried about her.&nbsp; I move to the sofa and I curl up in a blanket on it.&nbsp; I feel so distant from you right now too.&nbsp; I sigh and pick up one of the other books and begin looking through it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 20:11:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; A secret ritual to talk to the darkness, and hear its answer, a way to summon the denizens of the Abyss, referred to as shades. I did not even know they existed, and now I can summon and command them? That must have been the moving darkness Vince sent after me. I must know more.<br><br>&nbsp; On the sofa you find your book to be about the fey, about how they use to be powerful but infighting has a loss of their magic has weakened them, confining them to their own realm of dreams and wonder. Now they can only appear in our world in the bodies of mortals, who become fey touched. It was the blood of one of the last fey to walk the earth in their true form that transformed the first lasombra into a kiasyd, allow fey magic to become the power of kindred blood, heightening their mastery over the darkness of the Abyss.<br><br>&nbsp; I continue turning creaking page after page, suddenly realizing just how late is it. The son is fast approaching, and already I feel its grip on my. Reluctantly I leave the open book on the table, stumbling into my bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>17-12-2013, 05:42:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I sigh softly and sleep begins to over take me.&nbsp; I fall asleep on the sofa where I am.&nbsp; The book is open in front of me as I am lying on my side reading.&nbsp; I sleep soundly until hunger awakes me.&nbsp; It is only about an hour til sunset.&nbsp; I go to make myself something to eat and to wait for you to awaken.&nbsp; I plan to go search for Elizabeth later.&nbsp; With or without you...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>18-12-2013, 00:30:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I dream of the darkness, coils caressing my body, lovingly in recognition of their true master. Then I return, to the mundane darkness of the modern nights. I rise, catching a glimpse of the open book. I want to continue readi..., NO! I remember last night, how captivated I was by it. Its secrets are valuable, but I must not allow the residual effects of Vince's fey magic to influence me. I will return to it, but for now I need to get away. Besides, I have other things to do tonight. Gingerly, and through a pillow case as I do not wish to touch it directly, I close the book.<br><br>&nbsp; I emerge from my room, still in the process of shacking off the remnant hold of sleep upon my body. "Evening Alexi," &nbsp;I note, my voice almost a growl as it so often is at this time. Though I cannot remember much from last night, I do remember some details. "We have some chores to attend to," I declare.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>18-12-2013, 02:46:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze up at you as you emerge.&nbsp; "I hope that includes finding Elizabeth..." I say to you.&nbsp; I am dressed in a pair of jeans and a hoodie.&nbsp; I watch you a bit trying to tell your mood.&nbsp; At least you aren't buried in that book again I think to myself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>19-12-2013, 02:06:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I do not like your perceived tone, but I let it lie. "Yes, we will search for her. But first I must set that kindred free, we have already waited too long. If we are not careful the Princes anger will shift to us and not the failure of his made hound. And whilst I am doing that, I need you to me a favour. There is a dead body, hidden under several bags of rubbish. I need you to burn it for me,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>19-12-2013, 04:21:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and something about your tone tells me not to ask any questions.&nbsp; I slowly nod.&nbsp; "I'll do that while you go free our friend..." I say to you.&nbsp; I'm not quite sure how I will accomplish this feat. The last thing I want to do is draw attention to myself and have the police start asking questions.&nbsp; "Where is it located?" I ask you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>20-12-2013, 03:16:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Down an ally off third of Hassen," in just a short while I am ready to leave, feeling one last pang of regret of the unread pages in my lair. It has been two days, and I am worried we are being followed, "Stay alert," I do not carry methods of fire on me, so I make two stops, once at a tobacco shop for matches, and a pipe and leaf to avoid suspension, then for a jerrycan at a petrol station. "Take this, douse the body, burn it. That should be enough," I instruct you. I am fairly certain we are being followed, but when we split up and I go to the hill, I have no doubt they will stick with me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>20-12-2013, 03:42:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I follow you and I nod as I take the things from you.&nbsp; I go to the alley as you instruct me to do and I find the pile of rubble and the body.&nbsp; I sigh and try not to think about the fact I am getting ready to desecrate a corpse.&nbsp; I douse the pile of rubble and body in gasoline and pour a trail out of the alley.&nbsp; I'm thankful the I am wearing gloves and I look around.&nbsp; I am also glad no one is around as I light the match and casually walk away.&nbsp; I jump as I hear a boom once I turn the corner and am on a different street.&nbsp; <br><br>People come running in my direction but pay me no attention as I flag down a taxi to take me to the park.&nbsp; I pay the fare and step out.&nbsp; I look around for any sign of you.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>21-12-2013, 03:32:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Despite your reserves the task goes well, and soon the drained body is ablaze, hopefully burning away any evidence of my masquerade breach. No one sees you, and if you cab driver can smell gasoline or burnt flesh on you, he does not say so. As I approach the park, my skin is crawling. I know I am being followed, I just do not know by whom as they have not revealed themselves.<br>&nbsp; I dig up my blonde haired stalker, seeing the desperate, feral look in her eyes, suddenly realizing that I too am hungry. This could be tricky, but there is no use prolonging it, so I grasp your arrow and pull it out. "Piss off and take your friend with you," I indicate an empty patch of air where my paranoia turned a shadow into another Camarilla kindred. I fail to notice the bird that had been following me since we left my haven. The hound growls at me, but with a broken arm and barely any blood in her she knows she needs avoid a fight, and her thinking mind manages to suppress the raging beast, who no doubt is crying for my blood. I smile as she runs away, already beginning to fade from view. Still unnoticed by me, the crow takes to wing, and not long after that you arrive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>21-12-2013, 17:05:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I head to the spot where we left our friend a mere couple minutes after she leaves.&nbsp; I spot you and smile.&nbsp; I make my way to you and I hear a caw of a crow as it flies away.&nbsp; I see the empty shallow grave.&nbsp; "So, I'm guessing she's off to tell on me for shooting her with an arrow?&nbsp; Will I be in trouble?" I ask you as I gaze up at you not realizing you are hungry for blood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>21-12-2013, 18:27:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "No trouble with the body? We will see. Whatever the Prince does, it will be no harder than fighting Vince, and we managed that, didn't we? Now let's find Elizabeth," I am not how we are going to do this however, as the gift of the blood I posses do not lend themselves for finding things outside a book. "We will go back to his lair, and start from there,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>21-12-2013, 19:46:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I sigh and nod to you.&nbsp; I worry though.&nbsp; What if the Prince tries to take me from you?&nbsp; Or worse, wants me dead?&nbsp; I follow you as we begin to head back toward Vince's lair.&nbsp; I call out for Elizabeth as we look for her, hoping she will answer me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>22-12-2013, 00:49:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; After Vince's death, it seems whatever kept the wildlife at bay ended, for we find a fox in his lair, that growls at us for disturbing it and then flees. Other than that the hole in the side of the hill is as we left it, but still I must resist the temptation to look over again, for any more hidden books. We leave and spiral out, you calling out Elizabeth's name whilst I observe the dark forest silently. Suddenly you see a glow up ahead, and next moment the little girl is running towards you, stopping to hide behind a tree 10ft away. "Where's Vince?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>22-12-2013, 02:42:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smiled when I see Elizabeth running toward us.&nbsp; I gaze at her as she hides.&nbsp; "Elizabeth?&nbsp; Its ok...Vince is..." I pause.&nbsp; I'm not sure how to tell her as I don't know how she'll react.&nbsp; I gaze over at you then back to her.&nbsp; "He's gone Elizabeth..."&nbsp; I finally say.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>23-12-2013, 01:23:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Of course she is accompanied by two of her animal friends, the stray cat and the elusive stoat. "Hello," she waves from behind the tree, darting to another trunk whilst her animal do the same. When you reveal Vince's fate she steps out into the open. "Gone where?" she asks. She probably understands death, but cannot imagine Vince dying. Over the years she must have started viewing him as immortal. "To the abyss, the place of darkness. Did he ever talk about that?" She nods slowly, "Can we go there?" "No, it is impossible for us," Elizabeth just stands there, a look of confused disbelief on her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>23-12-2013, 04:03:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze at Elizabeth first and then to you.&nbsp; I hope you don't get angry with me for what I'm about to do.&nbsp; "Elizabeth...would you like to come stay with us?" I ask her softly.&nbsp; I really want to give her a home and a real family.&nbsp; My mind is already racing.&nbsp; It's almost Christmas, and I want to surprise her with a tree and presents if you'll let me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>24-12-2013, 04:05:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I am in a good mood with you, as it was only with your held that I found Vince, and defeated him. As such I do not object when you offer my haven to Elizabeth, who pauses to consider for a long time. "Can Alice and Joseph come? And Priscilla and Francis?" she asks eagerly, and at the thought of a child and 4 wild animals running about my home I grimace.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>24-12-2013, 05:09:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I Smile at her. "if they can behave and not make a mess it should be ok. Right Callisto? I ask and gaze at you. I think we may have to find a more suitable haven if you will. I'll have to talk to you about it later.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>24-12-2013, 17:25:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I grit my teeth as you agree first and only then ask me. Elizabeth exclaims in joy and hoists up her cat, "They will, I will tell them. Do you hear that Francis? You have to be good. Now stay here with Joseph. I need to fetch Alice and Priscilla," he places the cat down at your feet whilst the stoat watch from hallway up a tree. "You too Joseph," she points an accusatory finger and this interests me, as in both cases there is a subtext to her words, something unheard. As she runs off to fetch ever more animals to clutter up my haven, I wonder how she learned the discipline of animalism.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>24-12-2013, 21:32:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze over at you and realize I should have asked you first. I smile to her as she runs off. I gaze back to you. "I'm sorry...I should have asked you first" I say to you and gaze down as the cat rubs against my legs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-12-2013, 03:03:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Yes you should have," I growl, already considering how I will get rid of the animals. I lock eyes with the stoat, who recognizes me as the superior predator and scurries up the tree. Francis meanwhile begins to purr, apparently taking a liking to you. Twenty minutes later Elizabeth is back, accompanied by Aclice and Prascilla, and carry a bundled up clothes, both ancient and torn.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-12-2013, 14:57:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tremble some as you growl at me and I take a step back from you.&nbsp; My heart begins to race.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I'm sorry..." I whisper and look away.&nbsp; &nbsp;When Elizabeth returns, I smile to her.&nbsp; I see the clothing she's carrying and think to myself that I need to get her some new clothes.&nbsp; I slowly gaze back to you.&nbsp; "I think I need to get her some clothes..." I say hesitantly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-12-2013, 17:16:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "I have these," Elizabeth indicates her own filthy clothes: jeans and a baggy shirt, "Alice and Joseph can get me new ones. It takes some time though, because sometimes they get things too big, or too small, or really strange. I don't think you are suppose to wear them," I observe your interactions with the young girl, not sure what to make of things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-12-2013, 18:48:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled to her. "yes but I can get them for you tomorrow and they'll fit and I can take you with me and you can pick them out." I say to her. "are we all ready to go?" I ask as I gaze at you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-12-2013, 20:32:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "In the town? But its scary. There are lots of noises, and lots of lights and Alice says it smells strange," she shrinks back, hiding behind her dog. "I know Elizabeth. We feel the same. For the past decades we have watched as humans change the world, replace wood and stone with concrete and steel, sent their building towering into the sky. They have wired their cities with lights, filled them with noise and yes, it does smell. It stinks. But you can get use to it. The wonderful thing about a human city is that each house is its own, completely separate. And you can make it into whatever you like. Come with us and we will look after you. I am a Keeper, like Vince," Elizabeth nods slowly and begins to follow us with shuffling feet, "Come on," she calls to her animal friends. I lead the way to the car, "What's a keeper?" she asks quietly from you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>26-12-2013, 03:03:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze down at her and smile and offer her my hand.&nbsp; "I think a keeper is like...an elder...They protect others too..." I say and I gaze to you to make sure I am correct in what I am telling her.&nbsp; The animals follow behind us aside from the crow which decides to ride on Elizabeth's shoulder.&nbsp; I'm thinking we will need to possibly find a larger haven or at least section off a room for Elizabeth to have her own little space with her friends.&nbsp; Though, the more I think on it, the more I think we should find a small secluded house with a back yard and such.&nbsp; I sigh some.&nbsp; It seems I have much to discuss with you later.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>26-12-2013, 04:20:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Oh. I thought a keeper was a krumpus. Are you sure it's not?" Ahead of you I am silent as I lead the way to the car, or "automobile" as Elizabeth proudly calls it. I open the backdoor for her and the animals and the front door for you as usual. I do not bother telling the girl to be quiet, as she and her animals jostle around, neither having any idea what to do with seat belts, or even seats. I am unsure how I feel about this, and I am still angry at you, feeling that you tricked me, forced me to accept this. As we enter the city Elizabeth squeals in fright and falls to the carpet, shouting that the lights are scary and too bright.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>26-12-2013, 04:31:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I can sense your anger and to be honest, it scares me.&nbsp; I worry you are going to punish me or something.&nbsp; I gaze back at Elizabeth as she becomes fearful.&nbsp; "I won't let any harm come to you or your animals, Elizabeth," I calmly tell you.&nbsp; "I promise I will keep you safe."&nbsp; I turn back around and gaze at you.&nbsp; "Callisto...please...don't be angry with me..." I say quietly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>06-01-2014, 02:47:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Your words calm Elizabeth down, although she remains on the carpet, huddling with her animal companions. "We will talk about this when we get back," is all I say, wishing only to drive in silence. My fingers tighten around the steering wheel and I feel the urge to stamp my foot, luckily I avoid hitting the gas or breaks when I do. Soon we are back at the house, my haven, entrance to which I merely extend to two ghouls. "Elizabeth I am afraid there is only room for two of your animals in my haven," the girl nods understandingly and selects Alice and Francis as the two to accompany her inside, instructing the crow and stoat to go explore the city, which they seem all to happy to. As I open the door I grit my teeth, still not quite sure how things turned out this way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>06-01-2014, 06:01:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you happy you are making allowances for Elizabeth and her animals.&nbsp; I follow you inside and realizing it is late, I go and grab a few blankets.&nbsp; I fix Elizabeth a nice bed on the sofa.&nbsp; I show her the bathroom and explain what it is and what it is for.&nbsp; I fix her a cup of water and tell her I'll make her some breakfast when I get up. I then move to your room.&nbsp; I can tell you aren't quite happy with me.&nbsp; I gaze to you.&nbsp; "I'm sorry if I over stepped my bounds..." I say softly
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-01-2014, 00:10:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; A treasure trove of wonders is revealed to Elizabeth as she steps into my haven. "What is this? What do that do? How does this work? What is this made of?" she asks of the lights, your laptop, the walls, the questions flowing too quickly for you to answer. Eventually she calms down and agrees that she is rather tired, allowing you make the bed where she lies down, along with her cat and dog. She begins to list the things she likes for breakfast: red berries, black berries, and those sweats Joseph would bring her from the city, but soon falls fast sleep.<br><br>&nbsp; Inside my room I turn to you. I am not happy, but perhaps it is all my fault. I had assumed my blood would make you loyal, and it did. It is not a lack of loyalty you showed, but a lack of guidance. "Perhaps you did overstep your bounds, but it is not your fault," I reach out to stroke your cheek, trying to be gentle. "I should have made it more clear that this is my haven and only I may invite others inside it,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-01-2014, 00:18:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and lower my eyes.&nbsp; "I'm sorry..." I say to&nbsp; you.&nbsp; I gaze back at your door.&nbsp; I can't turn Elizabeth away now.&nbsp; I want her to have a home.&nbsp; I look back to you.&nbsp; "Should...should I try to find another haven for us?&nbsp; One with a room and a back yard for Elizabeth..." I say to you.&nbsp; <br><br>I nuzzle against your hand as you stroke my cheek.&nbsp; "Is she like me?&nbsp; Will she need your blood to continue to survive?" I ask you softly and then comes the next question.&nbsp; "Will you keep her alive?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-01-2014, 01:34:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I had not considered finding a new haven, but now that you say it it makes sense. Still, "I will look for a new haven. I'll try and find one to your liking. You are right, it will need to have more rooms," I pull you closer to me. "Yes, Elizabeth will need my blood, it is the blood of a kindred that has kept her alive and young for so long. Do not worry Alexis, I intend to keep her alive. But you will need to look after her, you need to understand she is your responsibility,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-01-2014, 02:09:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile up to you as you pull me close.&nbsp; "I understand and thank you...She is the closest thing to a child I will ever have..." I say to you.&nbsp; I hug you tightly.&nbsp; I sigh a bit relieved thinking I was going to be in trouble.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-01-2014, 23:20:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I nod at your words, dimly able to comprehend the significance of this to you. I gently push you away from me, "However even if it is my fault, I must still make sure you do not overstepping your bounds again. I need to make sure your position is clear, make sure you remember it," I sit down on the bed, watching you. I realize how hungry I am, but this cannot wait. Chains of dark shadow. "Remove your clothes, and kneel before me,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-01-2014, 23:38:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gazed to you as you push me away.&nbsp; I tilt my head some and gaze at you as you speak.&nbsp; Your words are confusing to me but I obey your words and remove my clothes and I move to kneel at your feet.&nbsp; I am starting to become uneasy.&nbsp; I slowly gaze up at you and wait.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-01-2014, 00:16:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Open your thighs," I jump to my feet, stalking over to a chest of draws where I produce the collar I got for you, that night at the Elysium. As I approach you, I feel as if the beast has subdued itself, as if it wishes to watch this show. I secure the collar around your neck, "Hands and knees," I will remind you of your place, and teach you discipline. "A hound of my own. A loyal companion, to always be there for me," My hand strokes you, from your neck down your to the tip of your spine. "Touch yourself Alexi,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-01-2014, 02:32:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and I tremble lightly but part my thighs.&nbsp; &nbsp;My eyes follow you to the chest where you retrieve my collar.&nbsp; I shiver a bit as you secure the collar around my neck.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I move to my hands and knees at your command and I tremble at your touch.&nbsp; "Yes Master..." I say softly and my hand moves to rub at my sex.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-01-2014, 05:07:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I stay there, kneeling down beside you and stroking your hair. At first I don't say anything, I just watch you carry out my commands. After a while I slap your backside, "Faster, get your blood racing," I stroke your behind, slowly counting to 100 in my head. Then "Stop. Stand up and lean against the wall. Keep your legs wide,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-01-2014, 02:13:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I yelp as you smack my rear and move my fingers more quickly.&nbsp; I get so close and you tell me to stop.&nbsp; I whimper, but I do so and I move and stand against the wall as you've instructed.&nbsp; I gaze back at you wondering what you'll do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-01-2014, 03:01:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I step back to watch your compliance with silent approval. "Face the wall," This time it is my nails that run the length of your back, ending in a squeeze of the soft flesh. "Palms on the wall, head down," my nails retrace their path, this time pressing into the skin. I can see your wild pulse, twitching in your neck. Soon I will make you choose, but first I move two of my fingers to your moist lips, slipping half an inch inside. "Up and down, slowly,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-01-2014, 03:22:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My heart is pounding in my chest.&nbsp; I turn back to the wall and I tremble at your touch.&nbsp; I place my palms flat against the wall and lower my head.&nbsp; I gasp softly as your nails go down my back and then enter me.&nbsp; I move up and down as you instruct.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>10-01-2014, 21:50:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I allow you to move on your at first, to establish a rhythm, making sure my fingers follow your hips, keeping the just each tip inside you. I am unused to giving such commands, unsure how to convey my wishes to you, and so instead I place a hand on your hip and gently, wordless guide their movements, until my fingers are still, and it if you working yourself up and down them. "Faster," I bark, then soon after, "Stop", with my fingers still inside you. I press my chest up to your side, "Do you want release, to feel ecstasy down there?" my fingers inside you twitch, "Or here," I nibble at your neck, but my teeth do not break the skin, denying you the pleasure of a kindred bite.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>11-01-2014, 20:09:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am trembling and in need of release when you tell me to stop and I gasp when I feel your fangs.&nbsp; I know the pleasure of my sexual release will pale in comparison to your bite.&nbsp; I am breathing heavily and my heart is racing.&nbsp; "Please Callisto...bite me.." I moan softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>12-01-2014, 03:28:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "I could bite you, or I could feed you, my blood," I whispers&nbsp; in your year, my words slow to allow you to understand them, even in your aroused, compromised state. "Which would you rather? You have to choose. Forfeit for 5 days," my hand presses your fingers against the wall as I give you time to think it over, "Give up my blood, <strong>or</strong>, give up my bite, and with it any chance feeling any, <em>other</em>, ecstasies," inside you my fingers twitch once again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>12-01-2014, 04:10:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She trembled some.&nbsp; Your bite is so addicting, as is your blood.&nbsp; I can't do without either that long.&nbsp; Still, if I must choose...I choose your blood.&nbsp; Doing without pleasure,&nbsp; I can do.&nbsp; I can live without your bite, but your blood....I need it move than anything.&nbsp; "I...I want to feed from you master...." I say to you.&nbsp; The last part is a slip of the tongue and I gaze to you needing your blood desperately.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>12-01-2014, 04:58:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "You have chosen well," I roughly pull you away from the wall, gripping your body tightly, pulling towards the edge of the bed. Nails rake open my wrist and I lift the torn skin to your mouth, "Drink up," I torment you with blunt bites on your neck: you are going to remember this choice, the next time you would slight me. I have so little blood left, I can offer you only a cup full, and so must soon pull my wrist away. "Now let's lie down. You may not be able to feel the more intense pleasures of the flesh, but I can still hold you,
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>12-01-2014, 18:45:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and feed from you, lapping at your blood.&nbsp; I purr a bit and almost whimper when you pull away your wrist.&nbsp; I do, however, relish in the thought of you holding me.&nbsp; While I can't feel the pleasure of my release nor your bite, I love merely being held by you.&nbsp; I move to lay down with you and lay my head on your chest.&nbsp; I close my eyes to fall asleep in the one place I feel the safest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>12-01-2014, 23:07:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; It is not that late yet, but for a long time I just lie next to your now sleeping form, feeling hungry. I want to bite you, craving your sweet vitae, but I had promised I would not. So instead I leave, forgetting that Elizabeth is even there, as both the girl and her animals are asleep.<br><br>&nbsp; My attempts at feeding turn out to be interesting as I drink from a tipsy girl outside a club and turn round only to find an angry boyfriend in my face. This works out well as I could not have sated my apatite on just her. I leave them slumped next to a dumpster, having called an ambulance for the the pair.<br><br>&nbsp; When I get home I am in a better mood, no longer as hungry and feeling the alcohol from the juice bags. I return to my room and see there there, lying under the covers, the collar visible on your neck. But then I hear the siren like call of the book. That damned tomb of Vince. I cannot resist, and turn to its pages, reading its secrets until the approach of the sun drives me to slumber.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>13-01-2014, 01:54:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am unaware that you have left.&nbsp; When I wake, the sun is up and you are by my side.&nbsp; I smile softly and lean over and place a gentle kiss on your lips.&nbsp; I head out to where Elizabeth is and I get her ready, informing her that we are going shopping.&nbsp; I gently brush her hair and get myself ready and we leave.<br><br>We stop and get some breakfast and I have to encourage her to try the biscuit I get for her.&nbsp; She does and she likes it.&nbsp; I eat as well then take her clothes shopping.&nbsp; I get her several outfits and some shoes.&nbsp; We then head to get some groceries for the house and food for her animals.&nbsp; I smile to her as she seems to act like a normal child would.&nbsp; By the time we finish shopping it is lunch time so we grab some lunch.&nbsp; The final stop I make is at a toy store where I let her pick out one toy.&nbsp; As I suspect, she chooses a doll.&nbsp; She hugs it and I smile and we return to your haven where I put things away and wait for you to waken.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>14-01-2014, 04:21:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Elizabeth seems reluctant to leave the safety of the haven, and at first wants to take all her animal friends with her. Outside she practically clings to your leg at first, overwhelmed by the sights and especially the sounds of the city, feeling that the towering buildings and crowds are threatening to crush her. However she slowly grows accustomed, helped by the many treats you show her the modern world has.<br><br>&nbsp; Shopping for clothes is a difficult experience, as you receive many judging looks, and attract much attention: a young mother, her daughter in filthy, tattered clothes. The other customers and shop assistants point and snigger, muttering amongst themselves, but they do not give you any further hassle when buying the clothes. “You are nicer than Vince. I like you,” Elizabeth declares through her biscuit. With her dolly clutch to her chest you head home, where she spends her time trying to sneak Joseph and Priscilla into the house, whilst you are distracted putting the shopping away, as well as Alice and Francis, sent by their giggling mistress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>14-01-2014, 16:56:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile as Elizabeth tells me she likes me and I run my fingers through her hair.&nbsp; I ignore the comments but I really want to tell them I found Elizabeth as an orphan but I fear someone will report me and they'll take her away from me.&nbsp; She can't go to a mere mortal home.&nbsp; They won't know to supplement her diet to keep her alive.<br><br>Once back home, I do not see her sneak in her other two animals until I return from putting away her things.&nbsp; I have her dressed in a pair of pants and a long sleeve shirt.&nbsp; She looks like a more typical child now.&nbsp; I tilt my head some.&nbsp; I know you aren't going to be pleased all of the animals are here now.&nbsp; Still, I can't let them go hungry.&nbsp; I got and get the crow some bread and the other animal some food as well.&nbsp; I sit beside Elizabeth and smile.&nbsp; "They'll have to go back out before the sun sets..." I tell her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>14-01-2014, 21:06:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Okay," Elizabeth nods meekly, making the most of her time with all four animals, running around the living room playing. "Got your shadow!" she cries out triumphantly at Francis. The dog squirms and barks, but does not seem afraid, evidently it is use to this trick of the girls. Then the sun goes down and she must say good bye to Joseph and Priscilla, but she does not seem to mind too much. In my room I am awake, but cannot yet rise, locked in a battle with my inner beast that fears the early darkness, as it still holds a hint of the sun. "You are very brave. You weren't scared at all today," Elizabeth yawns, having been tired out by her first excursion into the modern world.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>14-01-2014, 22:03:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to Elizabeth and encourage her to take a nap.&nbsp; She yawns again and lays down and I cover her gently with a blanket.&nbsp; I then move to where you rest.&nbsp; I smile as I see you are awake and I move to you to tell you about my adventure with Elizabeth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>15-01-2014, 01:03:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I can barely move, and any attempts to communicate to you sound more like growling. Focusing on your words is hard to, but I catch the gist of your story. After just over an hour I muster the strength to rise, kissing on the lips and nipping your neck. My suit is 2 days worn, so I change it, eying the book as I do. "So where is the newest member of our family?" The sight of her sleeping on the couch is a pleasantly warm one, and I turn to whisper. "What do you want to do tonight?" I feel I need to be away from the book for a while.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>15-01-2014, 02:33:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you and gaze up to you.&nbsp; "I don't know honestly.&nbsp; She's exhausted."&nbsp; I look over to my laptop.&nbsp; "We should research for a new home don't you think?" I ask.&nbsp; "She misses her other animals."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>15-01-2014, 03:40:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Although I am reluctant to admit this to you just yet, I am glad you decided to take Elizabeth in. "Good idea. Can you find a map?" I sit down next to you, ignoring the comment about the animals. "We'll want a place in north side. Away from the docks and the eastern quarter,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>15-01-2014, 04:00:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod to you and search the area for homes.&nbsp; I pull up a list and show them to you.&nbsp; "Here's a listing of homes and their locations." I explain as i show them to you and scroll through t he homes looking for one that will be perfect.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>15-01-2014, 21:42:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I look over the online map. "I like this one," I point at a remote property on a hill at the end of 24th Street, a mansion of second empire architecture. "Elizabeth will also like it, the building will be familiar to her," Of course I do not&nbsp; have enough money saved to buy such a place, I don't even know if it is for sale, but kindred have their ways, even if I do despise them as belonging to the Camarilla.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>15-01-2014, 23:20:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I have some money as well and I pull up the specifics of the house. It has a wine cellar which would be perfect for your sleeping quarters, a library/study, 3 bedrooms among other things. A huge back yard and a high iron gate surrounding the house. I smile. "I think it will be perfect. I will call about it in the morning" I say to you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 02:18:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "No, don't. We can check it out now," I do not want the current owners knowing of my intention to acquire the mansion, at least not before I have decided how to approach this. My current apartment is small, and I had always imagined that was what I wanted, but now the idea of owning a mansion appeals to me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 05:49:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and nod softly.&nbsp; I look over at Elizabeth.&nbsp; "Think she'll be ok?&nbsp; I'd hate for her to waken and be scared and all." I say to you as I look back at you<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>17-01-2014, 02:16:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I nearly laugh, "She has lived on her own in the forest for decades Lexis, she will survive. Taker her to her bed if you wish," Outside on the street I hold the car door open for you, beginning to wonder just how much influence you have on me. Kindred do not consider the influence a mortal could hold on them, but your ideas and enthusiasm has benefited me, well worth the trouble you occasionally are, "Let's go," I do not notice the owl watching me from across the street.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>17-01-2014, 02:56:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tuck Elizabeth in bed and head down to the car.&nbsp; I smile up to you as you get the door for me and I slide into the passenger seat.&nbsp; I do not notice the owl either and I gaze to you.&nbsp; My mind is already racing with the possibility the new haven will hold.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 00:14:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I like the drive up the hill, realizing that I like my haven to have vantage, the second floor apartment, and now a house atop a hill, even so, I cannot help but feel more vulnerable as I look at the upon the wrought iron fence, which would be so easy to climb, and then there is only a single front door between an intruder and my domain. I have heard legends of Tzimiche crafting hound of hell to guard their lairs, and now with spacious grounds I can see the benefit. Elizabeth has a way with animals, perhaps she could help me with that. "Its looks magnificent," the building is shrouded in darkness, with a single street light several dozen yard down the road and only a single lit room, "Do you think we should have a walk around the grounds?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 01:07:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and I'm thinking its perfect.&nbsp; I don't see how someone could climb the fence as its too high for one to easily climb.&nbsp; I smile some.&nbsp; "Right now?" I ask worried we'd be arrested for trespassing if caught.&nbsp; There is a for sale sign in the yard so I know it's on the market.&nbsp; "Maybe we can get a tour.&nbsp; The sign says its for sale..." I say to you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 04:39:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I had not noticed the sign, so focused on the outline of the mansion. The laws of humans are of little concern to me, and I am convinced I can talk my way out any situation that would arrive. "Yeah, now. Get a feel for the land. Come on," I begin to climb the fence, a task made easy by my kindred gift of strength.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 22:25:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I stare at you as you climb the fence with ease.&nbsp; I tilt my head some and wonder why you insist on doing things the hard way.&nbsp; I sigh some and make an attempt to climb the fence but I don't fare as well as you do.&nbsp; In fact, I can't do it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>19-01-2014, 05:01:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Seeing you struggle with the fence I am about to offer you a hand, but then I see that even that won't be enough. I would have to physically carry you, a task I do not feel like attempting. And so I turn to observe the lawn, the bushes, the sparse flowerbeds, all clouded in wonderful, feeble shadow, then I turn and climb back. "Let's just walk around the perimeter then," I smile, offering you my arm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 02:47:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile up to you and slip my arm in yours.&nbsp; I walk along the perimeter of the house with you.&nbsp; "What do you think so far?" I ask.&nbsp; "Plenty of room for Elizabeth's animals..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 03:42:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Yes, I could even allow her to bring all the animal friends inside and not see one of them. And it is rather magnificent. My room could be on the top floor," I do not see why sleeping in the cellar is necessary, modern houses are built well enough that they can keep the sun at bay. When we are off the road, deep in the shadows around the back of the property I stop to kiss you passionately, glad you brought up the idea of a new haven. It takes a while but we eventually finish out walk around the mansion and grounds, "Shall we head back?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 03:46:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I purr softly and return your kiss.&nbsp; I nod to you about heading back.&nbsp; I smile.&nbsp; "She would like that I'm sure..." I say to you in regards to her bringing her animals inside.&nbsp; I head back to your car with you.&nbsp; "Should I make the call in the morning and inquire about the house?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 03:59:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Yes, do. See if you can arrange to meet the owners," I realize with a ghoul of my own, I can now blood bond through you, and I intend to use this new ability. One coin quickly brings another. The drive home is uneventful, but when I get into much street I see two men in grey suits waiting at my door: thralls of the prince. I curse softly and consider driving on and away, but there is no running from the Camarilla, it would only delay the inevitable, and make things worse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 04:03:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod to you and smile softly.&nbsp; I spy the men as well.&nbsp; "Who are they?" I ask and I suddenly begin to worry about Elizabeth.&nbsp; I hope she's ok.&nbsp; "I'll go check on Elizabeth," I say to you as we get closer to your haven.&nbsp; "I...I mean...if its ok with you" I add.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 19:45:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "The thralls of the Prince's hound. They may want to head back to the Elysium straight away,” I ponder a ruse to by us more time, “Play along,” I open the door and grab you by the hair, dragging you out and proceed to guide you along the pavement, keeping your head held down. I wait for the ghouls to begin speaking, “We have been sent by-”, “Yes, Prince Wright, I am sure he wishes to speak to me, regarding her actions,” I tug at your hair, “Pray give me a moment to make her presentable,” the two ghouls can only nod, not wishing to risk angering me.<br><br>&nbsp; I lead you upstairs, releasing your hair only once the door is closed, “Go check on Elizabeth, then change into a dress, any dress,” I head for my bookshelf, looking for a book of some value that I could still do without. “Be sure to address the Prince as “my liege”, apologize for your crime, say you were only protecting your master as a thrall should. If he asks you how you managed to stake his hound, lie. Say it was a lucky shot, and that you had been fed a lot of my blood, that you normally cannot make such a shot,” I give you the best advice I can, then add as an afterthought, “And wear the collar,”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 20:08:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and nod.&nbsp; I gasp as you drag me from the car by my hair and play along, mocking fear as I keep my eyes lowered.&nbsp; I am putting on a good show for the ghouls as I am trembling.&nbsp; I yelp as you tug at my hair. <br><br>I follow you upstairs and I check on Elizabeth.&nbsp; She's awake and scared.&nbsp; I assure her everything will be ok, but I need her to stay there.&nbsp; She can play with her animals as long as she's good and I go put on a dress.&nbsp; It is the same dress I wore to court the last time and my collar.&nbsp; I gaze to you.<br><br>"I can't be honest and say we were out practicing my archery and heard a rustling in the bushes so I fired into them?" I ask.&nbsp; "It would still be a lucky shot as I could not see what I was firing at..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>21-01-2014, 02:57:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "You'll be back?" Elizabeth clings to to her blanket, "You won't go to the dark place, like Vince?" You assure her you will be back, and once she is comforted, you leave her and return to me. "No Lexis, you must not let them know how skilled you are with a bow. They will fear such skills, fear my intention with such a thrall. No, you must downplay your skill," I grip your soldiers tightly as I impress upon you the importance of the instructions, then stroke your hair briefly to calm you down. "Now let's go and get this over with," already I have the taste of cold animal blood in my mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>21-01-2014, 03:03:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod to you that I understand.&nbsp; I sigh and head out with you.&nbsp; I am nervous, but I will down play my skill and chalk it up to out and out luck.&nbsp; &nbsp;I hope nothing will happen.&nbsp; All kinds of thoughts are running through my head and many of them aren't ending well.&nbsp; I fear they will take me from you or worse...kill me.&nbsp; I do not bother you though with my fears.&nbsp; I have to believe you won't let them hurt me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 04:39:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; As we head back down the stairs I consider grabbing your hair again, but it seems unnecessary. Still I act cold and detached in front of the ghouls as we get into the black BMW, the journey passes in silence as I neither side wants to talk to the other. We arrive at the theater building and are show into the main building from the parking lot, no doubt it would normally be considered an honour to be allowed to enter this way. The main room is suspiciously empty, no dancers on stage, and barely any kindred. I only count four, Javier, two hounds and a man with grey hair I do not recognize. A spot line shines on the Prince's balcony, but I cannot see him from the ground level. There is silence, a nervous silence that threatens to provoke my beast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 05:28:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I remain by your side with my eyes downcast as we enter the theater.&nbsp; I tremble some as the silence makes me uneasy as well.&nbsp; I wonder if the lack of an audience could be a good thing.&nbsp; I would think if he wants to make an example of me he'd want an audience.&nbsp; Of course, if his goal is to take me from you...he may not want an audience.&nbsp; I'm learning with kindred to expect the unexpected.&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 03:11:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; One of the hounds, a women with black hair, not the one you shot, leads us up onto the stage. "Magister Callistro," the voice of Prince Wright booms down from the upper balconies and he steps forwards, an outline of an elderly man in a a frilly laced jacket. I can feel the age in his words: he is a powerful Prince for such a small town. I am glad he does not reveal himself, as his gaze would wither a mortal, even you. "Four nights ago your thrall attack a servant of mine. They had no right, my Hound was merely observing, they she had done nothing to provoke the attack. Under the traditions, I find her offense worthy of punishment. What say you? I look up at the Prince, flanked by two figures I cannot make out. "My thrall accepts her actions were in error, but meant no offense. She was simply trying to perform her duties to her master, and hopes that as such her punishment could be avoided," my words are spoken slowly, and I gesture for you to step forth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 03:51:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I slowly step forward and I keep my eyes lowered.&nbsp; I wait before speaking as I'm not sure I can yet.&nbsp; I tremble lightly.&nbsp; I don't like the idea of a punishment and fear what will happen to me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 19:03:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; There is a moment of silence, and my inner beast struggles, hating this obedience I must show, but even it feels the power of the Prince, and instinctively knows to avoid it. Finally the silence is broken, "Is that so? Let the thrall speak. Why does it feel it was justified with the attack on my Hound?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 00:25:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I trembled and gazed up at him.&nbsp; "I didn't know it was your hound I attacked, my leige.&nbsp; In fact, I was out with my master working on my archery skills.&nbsp; Something was rusting in the bushes and I wanted to protect my master so I fired an arrow at the bushes hoping to scare whatever it was away.&nbsp; &nbsp;Hitting your hound was merely a lucky shot..." I say quietly
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 06:03:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Speak up thrall!" the Prince's soft command cuts through your quiet words. "Protecting your domitor, how noble of you. Unfortunately this cannot annul the punishments due...but, it could mitigate it them," there is another tortuous silence. The Hound comes and leads me off the stage, gesturing for you to stay and I nearly growl at her, at the Prince. A seneschal of the Elysium arrives, leading two men and a woman dressed in white fencing gear with light slashing blades. You are likewise given one. "Since she seems to like fighting so much, let us satiate her hunger. Fight thrall, fight as if you were protecting your dear domitor. You do not have to win every fight, just one, and I will considered your actions just. If however you fail against all of them, then the Magister will be leaving here tonight without his thrall. Now go, first blood," the first of the fencers steps forwards, blade raised ready.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 06:29:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tremble.&nbsp; I have no idea how to use a sword.&nbsp; My heart begins racing and I am terrified.&nbsp; I gaze at the fencing sword in my hand.&nbsp; How appropriate they have on fencing gear and I do not.&nbsp; How unfair.&nbsp; I am beginning to see why you hate the Camarilla so much.&nbsp; My eyes move to seek you out.&nbsp; ~Callisto...~&nbsp; I try thinking to you as I gaze to the person across from me.&nbsp; I want to speak up about the unfairness in this little game but I dare not. I copy his stance as I don't know what else to do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 17:06:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I know only very little about fencing, and nothing I can share with you in the moment. All I can do is nod towards encouragingly, and hope you are a quick learner. Your opponent inclines his head, he has blonde hair and a square jawline, his face beginning to show his age. Nevertheless he move quickly, taking a small step and lunging towards your floating ribs. A quick step and then he flicks his blade upwards, aiming a curved slash at your right shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 17:34:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I do not dodge it in time though I do partially block it but I&nbsp; hiss as he manages to cut me with the tip of the blade.&nbsp; I frown as I feel this is extremely unfair to me.&nbsp; They should at least give me a test in something I know how to do and I am becoming more frustrated by the minute.&nbsp; I want to scream out my frustration at this injustice.&nbsp; I am scared I am not going to succeed and what will happen then?&nbsp; Will the separate us for a set time...or forever?&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 18:25:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; When I see you cut I move, wanting to be there at your side, but the hound blocks my path and it takes all my self control not to attack her. You are given no respite, "Touche. Next opponent. First blood from torso or head, no limbs this time," The next fencer steps forwards, a Hispanic woman with short cropped brown hair and dark brown eyes. She raises her blade, but does not attack immediately, instead stepping around you in a careful anticlockwise circle, her sabre ready for you to make the first move.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 18:34:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My eyes flick to you.&nbsp; I feel like I am failing you as well as myself even if this is the first time I've ever help a blade.&nbsp; I sigh and gaze at the woman.&nbsp; My eyes follow her and I begin burning blood for speed and I lash out with my saber going for her stomach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 19:16:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I catch your fleeting look and grit my teeth, willing you to be strong. However your attack is parried when the woman moves her blade in a small semi circle, with a further flick sending the steel dancing up your sword arm, leaving a long, shallow cut. The women adjust her stance with a look of contempt on her face, on again waiting for you to attack. This time however she does not even wait to parry, instead instantly dropping to make a long lunge at your belly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 19:19:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I hiss at the cut that draws blood.&nbsp; The scent of my potent blood fills the air and no doubt reaches the noses of all the kindred, the Prince included.&nbsp; I lunge back before the blade reaches me and take a slash at the woman's head since she went low to try and cut me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 20:50:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I barely notice the scent of your sweet vitae, I am too concerned with the unfair challenge you must face, but the other kindred, only now exposed to this delicacy, do notice and begin watching the battle even more intently. The woman sees the incoming blow, and she could dodge it, but she does not. See too is fighting to please her master, and so she must win, and not ending it now would risk, however small, that she would not win. Her left arm arm comes up, blocking your blade. The cut is deep, but she grimaces through the pain, and your weapon becomes intagled in her flesh and the severed fencing&nbsp; garb. You are open. She half stands and thrusts her blade at you, piercing your belly. "Alexis!" I cry out. The wound is very painful, but the steel barely pierces a quarter inch, it is not that serious.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 21:22:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp and scream out in pain and drop to my knees holding my stomach.&nbsp; I burn a bit of blood to heal it enough to stop the bleeding.&nbsp; My eyes move toward yours and I am losing faith in myself.&nbsp; I fear I will lose and will be separated from you.&nbsp; The thought is almost more than I can bare.&nbsp; I slowly stand and await the third challenge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 22:23:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; The woman walks slowly off the stage, her arm wound gushing blood until the wound is suddenly stemmed. I can only watch in anguished silence. Once again you are not any respite, the Prince does not wait for you to rise fully before announcing, "Touche. Last chance thrall. First blood, neck and head only," The last man you face is younger than the other, clean shaven in face and scalp with soft ice blue eyes. He holds the blade high, pointing it straight towards you. Like the woman, he waits for you to make the first move.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>27-01-2014, 00:32:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As I stand I see he is already waiting for me. After this I think about asking us to find a place where we don't have to play these stupid games. I am trembling now as I know much rides on this. The blade in my hand is shaking and I'm close to falling apart. I stare into his eyes and I move quickly aiming for his neck as I pray he doesn't cut my head off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>27-01-2014, 01:29:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; You meet his eyes and he can see that your fighting spirit and stance are broken. He knows he will win. I am not as observant of the fight and am still naively hoping you will score a lucky hit. Your trembling blade is easily parried and the man fluidly continues with a riposte slash up towards your cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>27-01-2014, 01:41:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I stumble back to avoid being hit. I lose my balance and tumble backwards falling on my rear. I look up and see him advancing as I try toget back on my feet
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>27-01-2014, 03:45:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Your opponent pounces on the opening, knocking your blade to the wooden floor of the stage and pinning it there with his foot. Triumphantly he stands above you, holding his blade daintily against your face, as if daring you to try something. Then he thinks better and lightly taps your cheek, enough to draw blood. "Touche. You have failed to win a single match," the Prince declares, as the two fencers are dismissed. I grit my teeth and glare at the hound assigned to me, still not convinced the Prince will make good on his threat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>27-01-2014, 03:51:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp as he knocks away my blade and I stare up at him. I know I've lost but what did they really expect. I think I was set up to lose. I whimper as he cuts my cheek and my head turns searching for you as I get to my feet. I wonder what's going to happen now. I also worry about Elizabeth. "Callisto...." I barely whisper
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>28-01-2014, 17:37:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I rush over to you, ignoring the warning hand of the Hound on my shoulder. "Lexis," I grab hold of you. Surely they will not take my thrall from me, I do not want them to. I grasp the cut fabric of your dress, stained a darker red by the wound. "Here, drink," I rip my wrist open with my teeth and raise it to your mouth, allowing you to drink all the bleed I can spare, until there is almost nothing to keep the beast at bay. This time the hand on my shoulder is more forceful. "I think you should leave," She is right, I am about to lose myself, and doing so here would only get us both in to far more serious trouble. "I will be back tomorrow," I promise, and then to walk away, my movement slow and deliberate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>28-01-2014, 20:57:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze up at you and cling tightly to you and gratefully accept the blood you offer.&nbsp; I whimper when you are pulled away from me.&nbsp; "No...Callisto..." I cry out softly as you walk away and the tears now come and slide down my cheeks.&nbsp; I try to rush to you.&nbsp; I don't want to stay here where I know no one.&nbsp; I am trembling with fear.&nbsp; What's going to happen...how&nbsp; long will they keep us apart?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>01-02-2014, 06:44:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Now the Hound's hand is placed on your shoulder, holding you back as the bond between us urges you to follow me out of the Elysium. An unlucky ghoul gets in my way and I throw him against the outside wall. I am in no mood to drive, the beast would not permit me. I start running, not caring about this undignified manner in which I leave. I care not for the Camarilla’s empty pomp. They should are lucky I did not rip of the Prince’s head. They took my thrall from me!<br><br>&nbsp; The Prince appears to have lost interest in you, as his declaration of judgement is the last words he speaks to you. The spotlight on the balcony is killed, and the three figures there are once again cast in shadow.&nbsp; “Come, follow me. We will need to find a room for your stay,” the black haired woman tells you. With your master gone she has removed her hand from your shoulder and motions towards the door expectantly. As you leave the stage, six burlesque dancers pass by you, and music starts playing, soft for now but it appears to be building to something.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>01-02-2014, 14:33:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I watch as you leave the esylium.&nbsp; I am trembling but I gaze to the woman and lower my eyes and I slowly move to follow her.&nbsp; It's not what I wish to do.&nbsp; I wish to run out.&nbsp; To run to you.&nbsp; Tears slid down my cheeks and it feels like they've ripped out my heart.&nbsp; "Callisto..." I whisper softly.<br><br>Once we are away from everyone I slowly gaze to the hound.&nbsp; I'm terrified, but I slowly speak to her.&nbsp; "How long...how long will you keep me from him?" I ask quietly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-02-2014, 03:03:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "That is for the Prince to decide. You were given the opportunity to fight for yourself, and you failed," the hound's voice is empty. She leads you down the stairs to the cellar, past a corridor leading to a locked steel-enforced door to another room. It is simple room with a bed, chest, table and chair. "You shall stay here for the night. The seneschal 's thralls shall instruct you on etiquette during the day. You will need that for your stay,"<br><br>&nbsp; The beast is clawing at the border of my mind as I walk down the streets, snarling at the two people who happen to be be out this late. I find a pub still open and barge in. It is almost empty, but a couple are still by the bar. I shove the man. "Die, you pathetic creature!" He punches me, I punch back. Harder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-02-2014, 03:11:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I sigh and gaze about the room.&nbsp; I already miss you terribly.&nbsp; My heart aches for you and I worry for Elizabeth.&nbsp; I hope she will be ok and that they won't keep us apart for too long.&nbsp; I pace in the room.&nbsp; Etiquette?&nbsp; I know enough of it already.&nbsp; I know to show respect.&nbsp; After an hour of pacing and worrying I throw myself onto the bed and cry myself to sleep.<br><br>The woman with the man gasps as you shove then punch her man sending him back a good three feet and shattering his jaw in the process.&nbsp; She rushes to him and gazes up at you with fear.&nbsp; "Please...leave us alone...." she says
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-02-2014, 04:26:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; The door closes and you hear the grind of an old lock turning. Finding sleep is a troublesome task, and when you do it is broken, your dreams tormented by anguished desire for something beyond your reach. The room is cold and the blankets are cheap, doing little to keep you warm. The bed is hard, but comfy in a minimalist sort of say. It is 6.30 in the morning when the door opens and a young man enters the room, a bundle of fabric held to his chest.<br><br>&nbsp; "Alone? Alone?" I echo her last word, sneering sadistically. "Do you want to feel what it is like, to be truly alone?" the essence of darkness within me reaches out, swelling the shadows in the dingy room. The couple are enveloped, as is the barman who was moving to their aid, their panicked screams distorting and muffling.&nbsp; When the darkness clears I can have a large reserve of blood sitting in my veins, and yet the three are still alive. Strange, I had not thought I would have been able to keep the beast from slaughtering them. Of course, if they are alive, then I have broken the masquerade. Their masquerade, their problem. I shrug and leave the pub, walking home to my haven and to Elizabeth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-02-2014, 04:50:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shiver in my sleep and cry for you.&nbsp; Sleep is restless and it is evident by my bloodshot eyes the next morning when the young man enters.&nbsp; I instinctively move away from him huddling in a corner watching his every movement.&nbsp; I am scared of what's going to happen on this day.&nbsp; I miss you terribly and I long to be in your arms.&nbsp; I vow to beg you to leave the city once I am reunited with you.<br><br>The woman is barely conscious when you leave.&nbsp; She has no idea what has just happened and being drunk wonders if she imagined it all.&nbsp; She shook her head some and shook her companion.&nbsp; What had just happened?&nbsp; She didn't know.&nbsp; She knew no one would ever believe them.<br><br>Elizabeth was awake and playing with her animals.&nbsp; She missed her "mama" as she was fondly starting to think Alexis as being.&nbsp; She sighed.&nbsp; She gazed to her crow.&nbsp; "Go find mama..." She said to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-02-2014, 23:38:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Its time to wake up," the man says gentle. The blanket hiding your red dress, torn and bloodstained, but bulls the covers away with a slow but firm insistence. "You need to get up," a hand is laid upon you shoulder to guide you up and out of the room. "Get clean and then change," the bundle of beige serving clothes are placed in your arms and you are directed into a room dimly lit by a single naked light bulb, which reveals an abandoned wine cellar, with a shower installed in a corner and a large mirror resting against the wall near by.<br><br>&nbsp; The door swings open. "Why are there animals in my hav-" I stop, "Never mind, I'm need to rest," "Where's mama?" "She is not here. She'll be back, I promise. We will talk about it tomorrow night, but now I need to rest," Recognizing how close to the surface the beast is, having seen it in Vince from time to time, Elizabeth withdraws to her room with the animals, hoping that Priscilla will be able to find you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>06-02-2014, 00:10:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I sigh softly and I take the clothes.&nbsp; I move to the shower and wash up.&nbsp; Tears slide down my cheeks as I shower.&nbsp; I hate being away from you and I am hungry.&nbsp; Nothing here will sate that hunger.&nbsp; Only you can.&nbsp; Once I've showered I put on the clothes you gave me.&nbsp; I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do now so I return to the bed and sit on the edge and wait.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>06-02-2014, 01:37:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; You are not left to your own thought for long as soon the young man returns. "Come on, let's go get some breakfast," he leads you up out of the basement through a locked iron cage door, up the stairs to the first floor and into a large kitchen, clean and well stocked, but not luxurious by any means. A pot of porridge is simmering on one burner whilst another is keeping a pot a coffee warm. The young man brings you a helping of both, "Do you want to talk?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>06-02-2014, 02:30:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I follow him quietly out of the basement.&nbsp; I gaze about the kitchen and then to the man as he gives me the broth.&nbsp; I take it and I begin eating.&nbsp; For a long time, I am silent.&nbsp; When I finally do speak my words are quiet.&nbsp; "I miss Callisto...." I say softly, no longer keeping the ruse that you are my master, but so much more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-02-2014, 03:14:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; The man does not eat but he does pour himself a mug of coffee and sits opposite you at the table. He allows you to remain silent, nodding in understanding when you finally do speak. "It must be horrible, to be away from your true love. He will be back for you, you know that right?" he tries to reassure you. "My name is Jayson, by the way,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-02-2014, 03:32:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gazed to him and sighed and nodded.&nbsp; "He promised to come tonight....but...when will the prince allow me to return to him?&nbsp; I didn't mean to shoot that other vampire....I was firing a warning shot into the bushes..."&nbsp; I set my empty bowl down. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-02-2014, 04:29:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "I'm sure you did not mean for any of this to happen," Jason lay a hand on your shoulder. "I don't think you did anything wrong, I think it was him. He doesn't pledge allegiance to the Camarilla, despite all they do for him. I think this is a vampire matter. I could ask Shara, she would know,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-02-2014, 12:04:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I lower my eyes.&nbsp; I don't know much about all the Camarilla and Sabbat.&nbsp; Just that you don't allign yourself with either side.&nbsp; "And what's so wrong with that?&nbsp; What's wrong with not taking either side and wanting to....stay out of it all?&nbsp; If you don't believe in a cause...either side...why should one be forced to choose?&nbsp; I...I don't think it was fair to me...last night was the first time I'd ever held a sword....I was doomed to fail from the start," I say to Jayson.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-02-2014, 04:00:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "I know it must seem cruel, I would hate it if I could not be with Shara, but I am sure they had their reasons. Shara told me the Camarilla have persisted for hundreds of years, and they have done so because of the traditions, and how strictly they are followed," he takes your empty bowl and mug, taking them to a white chipped sink. "When you are done, you are to go to the Lady Margit, who will teach you of the Camarilla's ways. Do you want me to ask Shara, I can if you want?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-02-2014, 15:17:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze at you and sigh. I slowly nod. "you can if you want" I say softly. My eyes lower again. I miss you terribly and I'm worrying about Elizabeth. I hope she's ok. I rise to follow you once you are ready. Right now id like nothing more than to put an arrow through the heart of the prince for taking me from you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>10-02-2014, 04:00:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Jason gently leads you to a plain white door which he opens a jar and silently wishes you good luck, carefully stepping away. Nervously you enter, finding a side room that looks more like part of a school than a theater, with a square table, 8 chairs, a desk against the wall and a blackboard. Standing in front of the board is a women in a grey jumper and knee length dark green skirt, holding in her hand a wooden ruler the way someone would hold a cane. Her hair is a striking black and her eyes a tawny brown, "Alexis Hall. I am Lady Margit, I shall be educating you on the customs of the Camarilla. Kindred from several prominent clans will be at the Elysium tonight, and I want you able to address them as appropriate. I have no doubt that as the thrall of such a brute, your knowledge would be bare boned at best. So let us begin,"<br><br>&nbsp; Meanwhile back at the haven Elizabeth awakes. She goes to the window and lets Priscilla in, but is disappointed to learn that the crow did not find you. "You did your best," she says to the bird, climbing onto the counter for some bread to feed it. Realizing she is hungry she opens the fridge after struggling a bit with the smooth surface. Inside she finds a lot of food, something he still doesn't understand. She finds a pack of chicken nuggets and starts to munch on them, having gotten use to eating raw meat during the many years in the wild. With nothing else to do she feeds Alice and Francis, and takes a book off the shelf, recognizing it as similar to the kind Vince use to have.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>10-02-2014, 16:52:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I stare at the woman.&nbsp; "Callisto is not a brute and he has taught me...I know about the masquerade.&nbsp; You're not supposed to let others know about the existence of kindred.&nbsp; Domain...You can't hunt on another's hunting grounds.&nbsp; Progeny: You can only sire with your elder’s permission…in the case of the Camerilla…that would be the Prince.&nbsp; Accounting: Until released by your sire, the sire is responsible for their childe’s actions.&nbsp; &nbsp; Hospitality : Behave yourself, basically when in anothers domain.&nbsp; Destruction: Only the Prince can order the destruction of another Vampire.<br><br>I know I am supposed to show respect to all Kindred.&nbsp; Being a thrall...I am considered of lesser standing than a kindred would be."&nbsp; I say wanting to prove you aren't the enemy they seem to think you are.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>12-02-2014, 01:36:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Lady Margit is surprised when you are able to name the traditions and snorts indignantly, as if you had upset her plants. "I will never understand why this "Callisto" insists on flirting with the anarchs. Some individuals are just terrible, needing to be controversial. Why doesn't he just attend the Princes court? And you, you may know the rules of the Camarilla, but what do you know of our hierarchy?" She begins to explain just that, how the Prince rules a region granted to them by the Inner Circle, how the Camarilla Territory, with encompasses the four corners of the world, is policed by the Justicars and their servants the Archons, graciously allowing the anarchs to exist within these bounds. With that established she moves onto the court, talking of the Prince, the Sheriff and the Seneschal keeping discipline and order, and the Scourge, a secretive enforcer, who Lady Margit points out would be the one to kill Callistro should he ever anger the Prince.<br><br>&nbsp; Elizabeth finishes her meal, leaving two nuggets for Joseph when he returns. She amuses herself with a book on werewolves, remembering the stories Vince had told her. She turns a page and sees a picture of a snarling beast and slams the book shut, returning it to the shelf. She considers going out, the trip she took with you having shown her the city is not all that scary, but she still does not dare do so alone. She is suddenly struck with the horrific thought that she could be alone in this house, and so edges towards my door. Gingerly she pushes it open, and blinks, her eyes turning pure black, turning the darkness of my room into light, cut down the middle with a triangle of deep shadow. In the light she can see my two shoes and she knows I am there, just asleep. Blinking the darkness out of her eyes she closes the door and decides to play hide and seek with her animals.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>12-02-2014, 02:01:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I listen as she explains everything before I finally speak again.&nbsp; "I can not speak for Callisto.&nbsp; I am not quite sure why other than something about politics as to why he will not join the Camarilla.&nbsp; But, I can understand why with the way I have been ripped from him.&nbsp; I'm not sure I like the Camarilla much either...To me, it seems as if we are all pawns on the Prince's chess board.&nbsp; If you do something he doesn't like, he has you wiped out.&nbsp; Seems like a life walking on eggshells if you ask me..." I say to her calmly, not being smart, merely not fully understanding the whole process and merely seeing it as being taken from the man I love.&nbsp; "Don't you see?&nbsp; Have you never been in love?" I add.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>12-02-2014, 22:01:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; The wooden ruler is brought down hard on your fingers, "How dare you!" Lady Margit explains, "It is not the place of a kindred who stands with one leg outside the Prince's grace to question the ways of the Camarilla, much less one of his mangy thralls. The Camarilla is order, without kindred would be exposed and destroyed, and humanity would tear itself apart trying to snap up what little scraps of power they could from what was left over. You have no right," she slams the wooden ruler down onto the table top with enough force to break it. "Yes there is have someone special to me. Ethan Decker, the Seneschal of his liege Prince Wright. He values me for my mind and social grace, not just a distraction like you. He truly loves me. He has never left me, unlike Callisto. If he really cared for you he would have took care to educate you properly on how to behave," she is beginning to rave, words breathlessly tumbling out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>12-02-2014, 22:12:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I yelp as she hits my fingers with the ruler and I pull my hand to my chest and hold it there.&nbsp; I stare at her as she rants and raves.&nbsp; "Then please tell me...how would you feel if you were taken from him?&nbsp; You love him like I love Callisto....If someone were to take you from him, separate you from the man you love...would you be so willing to cooperate with them?&nbsp; Would you want to do as they say when you have no idea when or if you'd be reunited with him?&nbsp; <br><br>I understand the need to keep the kindred society a secret...But to me, keeping me from Callisto is just well..I think its just...cruel...Callisto may not have taught me about the interworkings of the Camarilla...but he taught me what was important...the traditions...Are they not more important than who's in charge of what or who is who?"&nbsp; I ask.<br><br>I'm really not trying to be rude.&nbsp; Just trying to get her to see things from my point of view.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>13-02-2014, 01:28:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "I would never be taken away from him, Ethan is too careful and considerate. Callisto was careless, hasty, and sloppy with you," she leans down, her face inches from yours, spitting Callisto's three flaws. "You had no right to hold a bow, you refuse to take responsibility for your actions. How dare you question the actions of a Camarilla kindred?" she walks away from you, sniffing with disgust. "You are a horrid, ignorant girl who wallows in her ignorance, convinced the world around her needs to change to suit her. I will leave you now, when I return I will expect you to be more courteous to a servant of the Camarilla such as myself," the door slams, but there is no sound of a lock turning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>13-02-2014, 04:02:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I frown.&nbsp; At this moment I would like nothing better than to shoot her with an arrow.&nbsp; I want to tell her it was my father who taught me to use a bow and that I've know how since I was five, but I do not.&nbsp; I sigh softly.&nbsp; Someone needs to knock her off her&nbsp; high horse.&nbsp; If the Camarilla are so uppity that they look down on those who choose not to join them, I want no part of them either.&nbsp; If given the chance later, I plan to talk to you about leaving the city.&nbsp; Finding a home away from this prince and his groupies.<br><br>I gaze to the door.&nbsp; I contemplate leaving, but I do not.&nbsp; I do not wish to do anything that will get you in trouble, or myself into more trouble.&nbsp; I gaze at the clock.&nbsp; It seems as if the sun will never set.<br><br>Elizabeth paces and wishes the sun would hurry up and set.&nbsp; She has questions about where I am and when she will see me again.&nbsp; She misses me as much as I miss her.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>14-02-2014, 02:08:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; You are left alone for one hour, then two, maybe more, maybe less, there is no time and you have no items on your person. The room is bar, with wooden shutters across the windows, light coming from a broad array of bulbs lined above you. The room is featureless with a picture of the American flag on one wall and a cowboy posing with his horse on another. The desk has a locked draw, and on it are three old books, each around 400 pages. Nothing breaks the monotony save for the occasional sound of people talking as they walk past the door. Then there is a knock on the door and it slowly opens. "How are you coping?" Jason peaks his head in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>14-02-2014, 02:13:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I sigh and gaze over at Jason.&nbsp; I wonder how much I can trust him, but he has been nice to me.&nbsp; He hasn't treated me like I am the scum of the earth.&nbsp; "Terrible..." I say softly.&nbsp; "I'm apparently a horrid girl."&nbsp; I say in an almost mocking tone.&nbsp; I gaze down.&nbsp; "How much longer is it until sundown?&nbsp; I want so badly to see Callisto...I want to leave this place...this city..." I ramble as I gaze at the floor.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>14-02-2014, 02:39:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Oh you poor thing," Jason looks at you, sympathetic and helpless. He reaches into his pocket and produces a iphone, "Its 5.15, about two and a half hours until the sun sets. You'll see him then," Jason does his best to reassure you, "You must be starving, unless you've been fed since breakfast. Do you need me to bring you something to eat? I'm not too sure you should leave this city, it may look like you had something to hide,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>14-02-2014, 03:04:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I sigh.&nbsp; I'm starving.&nbsp; I gaze to him and nod some.&nbsp; "I've not eaten since breakfast.&nbsp; I wasn't sure if I could leave this prison or not..." I say to him.&nbsp; Just 2 more hours until I can be in your arms again.&nbsp; I hope they'll let me go home with you tonight.&nbsp; This has been hell on me being away from you.&nbsp; Even if you do sleep during the day...I want...I need to be close to you.&nbsp; I feel so...second class here...no worse than that.&nbsp; I've been made to feel as if I am nothing.&nbsp; "Would you bring me something to eat please?" I ask Jason
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>14-02-2014, 15:01:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "No, you did the right thing staying here, I'll go get you something," Jason leaves, closing the door behind. Twenty minutes later he returns with some toast, a scrambled egg and a large mug of water. "Here you are, I'm sorry I can't offer much else, we are given lunch by Ethan's cooks in the hall downstairs, the kitchen here is only for breakfast. I need to go, Shara wants me to organize some travel documents," he turns to leave again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>14-02-2014, 15:38:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She took the food from him and began to eat.&nbsp; "It's fine...thank you..."&nbsp; She nodded as he left.&nbsp; She was thinking less and less of the Camarilla.&nbsp; Knowing she was there, they could have brought her food at least.&nbsp; She sighed softly as she finished the food in no time at all.&nbsp; She figured at least 30 minutes had passed so two more hours until she'd see Callisto.&nbsp; This had seemed like the longest day of her life.&nbsp; She tilted her head some and walked to the blackboard.&nbsp; She picked up a piece of chalk and began to doodle on the board.&nbsp; She drew flowers and hearts mainly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>14-02-2014, 19:09:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Another chunk of time passes by, and you do your best to amuse yourself. Then the door wings open and Lady Margit marches back into the room. "What are you doing? Why aren't you seated?" she demands, glaring at you, the blackboard doodles, and then you again. She also notices the plate a mug and her frown deepens, thought she make no comment about them. "I had hoped some time alone would give you a chance to rethink your attitude, but it seems you are a lost cause. Very well, if that is how you wish to be frown to the walls with no preparation, that is how it shall be,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>14-02-2014, 21:49:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I refrain from rolling my eyes at the woman. I've resigned that it is she who is the lost cause. She's the one in my eyes who is nothing but a puppet on a string. In my mind as long as I am respectful I think I will be fine. It is my intent to show them that you are a good master and have trained me well even if you won't join them.<br><br>I gaze back at the board then back to her. "pardon me. I don't recall you telling me to sit and do nothing. I got bored so I did something to amuse myself. Hopefully after tonight I won't have to worry about what you or anyone else here thinks about me as I will get to go home with Callisto."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>15-02-2014, 22:25:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Very well," Lady Margit snorts, "If you think that will be enough for the ball, then so be it. Now brush those silly drawings off the board," she marches to the table and snatches up the plate and mug. "I shall do as you wish and leave you to be, try to at least demonstrate that you have some self-control. Go back to your sheet, sit on your hands and stay still until you are sent for,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>15-02-2014, 22:34:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I watch her as she leaves and closes the door.&nbsp; Immature as it may be, I stick my tongue out at her and roll my eyes.&nbsp; Ball?&nbsp; Did she say ball?&nbsp; Hmmm.&nbsp; I haven't a clue how to dance and frankly do not wish to dance with anyone but my Callisto.&nbsp; I sigh and erase the board before moving to sit in one of the seats.&nbsp; I don't sit on my hands but I do rest them in my lap.&nbsp; &nbsp;I gaze about the room and wonder how much time has passed.&nbsp; I can't wait to see you again.<br><br>Elizabeth paces outside your room as she waits for you to waken.&nbsp; She is anxious to ask where her mama is and if she'll be coming home tonight.&nbsp; She misses me and it is apparent that she has developed a fast bond with me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>16-02-2014, 01:52:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Another hour passes: only thirty minutes until nightfall. Then suddenly the door is wrenched open and one of the bodyguards in suits stands in the corridor, holding your dress and a flannel bag in one hand. “Get up sweet cheeks,” he gestures at you, then turns a walks swiftly away. When you catch up with him find he is leading you downstairs, and away from the servant’s quarters.<br><br>&nbsp; In a more pompous corridor where the walls are lined with Civil War and Renaissance paintings he stops outside a door and hands you the dress and flannel back. “Get yourself dolled up,” are the instructions given to you as he holds the door open. Inside you find a spotlessly white bathroom, with a line of mirrors and sinks. Your dress has been cleaned, but the hole from where you were nicked in the stomach has not been fixed, in fact red ribbons have sown around it to emphasize the mark. The flannel bag turns out to be full of makeup of all sorts: foundations, eyeliner and lipstick.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>16-02-2014, 02:01:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I move to follow him and gaze about the lined walls.&nbsp; The artwork I can't deny are beautiful.&nbsp; &nbsp; I take my dress and the bag from him and I gaze at the bathroom.&nbsp; &nbsp; It seems I am to be some form of entertainment tonight considering the hole is still in my dress and now emphasized. <br><br>I watch as he leaves and I get myself cleaned up and I put my dress on once again.&nbsp; I sigh softly.&nbsp; I wear just enough makeup to enhance my natural beauty and I fix my hair the way I know you like it.&nbsp; Upswept and high off my neck.&nbsp; I gaze to the door when I am ready and move to it.&nbsp; I slowly open it and I peek out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>16-02-2014, 02:54:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; When you emerge from the bathroom the man nods in appreciation, "I can see why there is such a fuss over you," He then leads you to a dressing room. In the corner a group of actors in a variety of clothing, military, noble and peasant that all seem to be from around the 18th century are running over their lines, Les Misérables from what you can hear. The man removes a folded sheet of paper from his jacket pocket and reads off it, "The Prince requests that you perform something for the entertainment of those gathered here tonight. If you please his gracious majesty, he will grant you an audience before him. You may forfeit this request, but then so is your blood," with that he turns and leaves you alone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>16-02-2014, 13:58:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I blinked.&nbsp; "Forfeit my blood??" I tremble as I don't like the sound of that.&nbsp; I slowly nod and wonder what it is that I can do for entertainment.&nbsp; I could sing I suppose.&nbsp; I've always&nbsp; been told that I have a pretty singing voice.&nbsp; Or I could dance.&nbsp; Hmmm, I think on it and opt for the dancing.&nbsp; I sigh softly and gaze at the clock on the wall.&nbsp; The sun is now setting.&nbsp; I know you'll be here soon.&nbsp; "Callisto...." I whisper aloud.
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				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>16-02-2014, 20:39:19</strong>
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				&nbsp; Elizabeth is becoming more and more agitated. Hide and seek has been interesting, the inside of the building offering many new places to hide, and they were far more secure than those in the wild, if a little noisy, like the kitchen cupboard or the top of the bookcase. This had surprised her, but now the joy of the game was gone. She opened the door again, eyes slicing through the darkness, but I had not moved. Finally the sun set, "Where's mama? Priscilla can't find her," with only incomprehensible groans coming from me she grabs my arm and tugs it, this proving sufficiently to rouse me. "She's in the Elysium, I'm going to get her. Stay here,"<br><br>&nbsp; The other actors leave the dressing room and you are now alone. The minutes tick by, the sun slowly setting. Not long after the sunset the blonde haired Shara enters the room. "Good evening. Jason told me you were finding being away from your master difficult. You have my sympathies. Will you be performing for the Prince's pleasure?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>16-02-2014, 20:58:05</strong>
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				Elizabeth nods to you but whispers to Priscilla to follow you.<br><br>Meanwhile I pace in the room as everyone leaves.&nbsp; My heart begins racing again.&nbsp; I gaze over as Shara enters the room.&nbsp; I tilt my head some and I'm surprised a kindred here would actually be nice to me.&nbsp; I nod softly to her and sigh.&nbsp; "Good evening...yes...I...I miss him very much..."&nbsp; I lower my eyes quickly afraid I'll be rude it I look into her eyes.&nbsp; "Yes, I think I will dance.&nbsp; I had some ballet when I was younger.&nbsp; I hope that will be...will please him." I say.&nbsp; "Jason is very nice.&nbsp; He made me feel a little less afraid."
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				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>17-02-2014, 03:23:50</strong>
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				&nbsp; I do not notice the bird that appears to be following me, a theme for me as of late it would seem. I look for my car but then remember I left it at the Elysium. I have no idea how to get to the theater with public transport and running will take too long, so I call a taxi. Its been a while since I have done this. I am silent during the journey, somehow managing to contain myself, and all my anger and hatred for the Camarilla, as the driver drones on about one of their puppets in office, as if the face on the puppet matters. Foolish mortal, but I will endure his ignorance if he will return me to my thrall.<br><br>&nbsp; "Yes, he is caring of others, a rare trait. He told me," Shara speaks slowly, deliberately, "You wanted to know how long you will be kept away from Callisto. I cannot say for sure, it is the Princes will, but, I'm afraid I do not think you will be allowed to leave on this night. I do not even think he will be allowed in," she stops to look at your face, gauging your reaction. "I am sorry to tell you this. But perhaps you could convince him otherwise, if you impress his with your performance, and make your case before him. Come," he takes you firmly by the hand and leads you out to the stage. The Prince's balcony is unlit, and no one appear to be up there. The only others present are the actors from before, who are at the part when the boy sacrifices his life. "Get off, take a break," Shara tells them in a no nonsense voice, and they obey. "You can rehearse now, you have an hour before the quest arrive. They will be the opening act," Shara directs you to the now empty stage, indicating the actors.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>17-02-2014, 05:32:28</strong>
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				When Shara tells me you may not be allowed in, my eyes dim.&nbsp; I fight back my tears.&nbsp; You are so much more to me than they realize and its in that moment that I fully realize how much I love you and how much I need you.&nbsp; I gaze up at her as she speaks again and pulls me onto the stage.&nbsp; I watch as the actors leave and nod to her.<br><br>I slip off my shoes and warm up stretching a bit and then I dance.&nbsp; I dance to music only I can hear, but anyone familiar with ballet will see I am dancing to the Nutcracker.&nbsp; I leap and twirl as I dance and move fluidly, dancing a dance I learned years ago.&nbsp; I close my eyes and become lost in the dance and lose track of time, and soon...its time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>19-02-2014, 04:42:19</strong>
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				&nbsp; The cab arrives two street away from the theatre where I pay and tip the driver, walking at a brisk, impatient pace towards the wrought iron fence. However the ghouls at the gate do not budge, "We have been ordered not to allow you in b-" I grab him by the throat, snarling menacingly as I push him back until the metal of the fence shakes and he cries out in pain, but then a single quiet word causes me to release him just as quickly. Javier, the mad Sheriff, had called my name. <strong>"Do not make this any more difficult than it already is,"</strong> the bastard finally materializes, he had been standing just behind the gate. <strong>"If you kill the Prince's property, he may take yours at compensation. Go back to your haven, you will get your thrall back,"</strong> I turn and walk away, back to my car with its broken window. I sit down and drive away, surprised at how calm I am. Last night I could not have even tried to drive the car without ripping the steering wheel out, but now I managing fine, my movements slow and deliberate. Several blocks away I understand why: I am not angry, at least not chiefly, I am sad.<br>&nbsp; Unseen above, Priscilla circles in the air, looking for an open window.<br><br>&nbsp; The other actors glare at you with hatred, resenting that you are given the stage when they need it more, they are the superior actors. Shara watches your dance briefly, attempting to nod in encouragement, although this may be lost to your closed eyes. Gradually the kindred guests arrive, and you taken back to the dressing room as a warm up act of erotic dancers in diaphanous black dresses take to the stage. Shara tells you to be prepared to perform in an hour after the actors, something you find strange as Les Misérables should take longer than that. Perhaps they are only acting part of the play?<br>&nbsp; The answer is of course far crueler. The dressing room door is left open a crack, and through it you can see the performance, and more importantly the kindred audience. They are not interested in seeing the revolution portrayed as a heroic, righteous act, they hate change, and they hate the idea that mortals could upset the delicate power balance they have worked so hard to get their fingers into. Whenever a hero of the play makes a speech they boo, catcall, and demand that their head roll, all the while cheering the villains as a loyal minion. You cannot be sure but it appears Shara is the driving force of the heckling in the audience.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The actors were clearly not prepared for this, and become less confident as the play proceeds, but they stick to it, desperately wanting to please their masters, who are amongst the crowd. Finally however one of them cracks, running off stage and past you, in tears. Those remaining finish the scene before hastily exiting themselves, only slightly more composed.<br>&nbsp; The kindred present laugh, calling after the ghouls that they cannot escape the punishment for rebellion. For the next 10 minutes two fencers, the brown skinned woman and blonde haired guy who both fought you yesterday, battle on the stage, the match going to the female. They both turn the crowd and bow, blood still dripping from their wounds, after which exit the stage. Then Tchaikovsky’s music begins to play, indicating it is time for your performance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>19-02-2014, 13:47:57</strong>
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				The window was open in the room that I was led to.&nbsp; I sigh softly.&nbsp; I wonder where you are and why you've not come to see me like you promised.&nbsp; But then I remember.&nbsp; Shara said they probably wouldn't let you in.&nbsp; It saddens me.&nbsp; I peek through the open door and can hear how the vampires are taunting the actors.&nbsp; I fear I am in for the same treatment.&nbsp; <br><br>I finally hear the music start for me and see the crow.&nbsp; Priscilla?&nbsp; I say and the bird flies in and lands on my shoulder.&nbsp; I smile softly.&nbsp; "If they get angry about you, fly back out..." I say as I pet her gently.&nbsp; "Wait here for me." I tell her as I am not sure I can dance with a bird on my shoulder.<br><br>I Walk out on stage and curtsy to the prince's box and then to the audience before I begin to dance to the music.&nbsp; I try to block out everything.&nbsp; Every thought, every emotion every sound but the music and I dance.&nbsp; My performance is flawless as every jump, twirl and leap is right with the music.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>22-02-2014, 03:36:14</strong>
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				&nbsp; Priscilla bobs her head, not understanding your words but recognizing the suggestion of your movement, as she had perched on the girl’s shoulder before. She remains their doing the dance, although at some of your move pronounced movements her claws dig reflexively into your shoulder. Despite the earlier jeering the gathered kindred seem impressed, and when you finish there is even some clapping, before they return to their talk. You are left alone on the stage, with no direction, until you see Shara making her way towards you. The kindred woman is smiling vaguely, but her tone is still neutral. “That was an impressive performance. The Prince will grant you a private audience, prepare your words for him carefully,” she turns and walks away, expecting you to follow her.<br><br>&nbsp; Meanwhile I am driving home, staring disinterestedly at the empty road ahead, the lights on the side blurring together. I want to be with you, and to know that you are so close to me, yet kept apart by the unflinching walls of the Camarilla hurts me in a way I cannot recall feeling before. Even the beast does not know what to do with this pain. Physical pain of the flesh incites it, but against this it cowers in the darkest reaches of my soul, threatening to rob me of any purpose or will.<br>&nbsp; Elizabeth is waiting for me when I get home, standing by the door. "Where's mama? Is she not coming back?" she asks as soon as I come in, agitated when she cannot see you. “No, no Alexi will be back, I promise. The Camarilla have her, but we will get her back,” she nods in understanding, surprising me when she stats, “The Camrilla are scary. Krumpus in the city. They hold the humans and chok them,” I wonder how she knew that, but of course Vince would have told her about such things. Despite not wanting to talk to her, or do anything, I also do not want her to worry I sit down and talk to her. It is strange, a young thing not of this time, more kindred than mortal in some ways.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>22-02-2014, 04:34:39</strong>
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				I gaze to Shara and nod.&nbsp; My mind begins racing.&nbsp; I follow her.&nbsp; I hope I can convince the prince to allow me to return to you.&nbsp; I am led back to the room I was previously in to wait for the Prince to send for me.&nbsp; <br><br>Elizabeth gazes up at you as you talk with her.&nbsp; She smiles some.&nbsp; "You love mama, don't you?&nbsp; Don't worry.&nbsp; Priscilla is watching over her.&nbsp; I sent her to find her." Elizabeth beams up at you.
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				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>24-02-2014, 04:02:51</strong>
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				&nbsp; You are left alone for half an hour, the only activity in the dressing room being when a group of mixed raced swing dancers make their way through to their area and change into suitable clothing: suits and loose white dresses. Then they are gone, headed to the stage without exchanging words with you. Then Shara once again enters, “The Prince will see you now. Kneel before him, then rise and stand straight. Look at him, but do not meet his gaze for more than three words. Be specific with your request and do not expect to be granted it, the Prince will prefer to offer a lesser version of what you asked for,” she instructs you, leading you out and along a servant’s corridor, then back in to the grader part of the theatre, up crimson stairs with polished brass rods holding the carpet I place.<br>&nbsp; The Prince’s balcony is four by ten feet, and in the centre is a large chair with plush cushions and padding, a royal purple in colour on which sits an old, frail looking man. He is dressed in a green and blue checkered dinner jacket, watching the swing dancers below who are still mid performance, the view framed with velvet curtains, decorated here with black lace. <strong>“A good show,”</strong> still looking at the dancers below it is unclear if he is talking to you, or Shara, who stands to his left. On his right is a man of similarly slight build, but younger with thick, well groomed brown hair. Finally the Prince turns to face you. What is left of his hair is thin and wispy, but you can still tell he is a man with authority. On your shoulder Priscilla shuffles her feathers. <strong>“Ah, our guest. So good of you to entertain us. You are a thrall of many talents I see. You can speak with animals? I had not considered Callistro as one who values such gifts. You have been a wonderful guest, is there anything I can do as a host to make your stay more comfortable?”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; Elizabeth continues to surprise me with her words. “Yes, I believe I do,” I am confused by what she means at first, which one is Priscilla? Of course, the crow. She told it where to go after she heard it from me. For a moment I worry, I do not want the Camarilla to known about Elizabeth, and I fear how they will react to a bird sent to the Elysium. But then I realize I am being fearful over nothing. If the Camarilla does not know how to properly consider the value of the mortal, then they will dismiss with equal arrogance a single bird.<br>&nbsp; I smile at Elizabeth, “That was very thoughtful of you,” then tell her to go to bed, to get some rest. She reluctantly agrees, and I retire soon after. Love is not something familiar to a kindred, the word fades with the passing of night after night. I had gotten use to echoing the phrase when I heard it, and at first that is all it had been with you, but now it is different. I am sure it is love, genuine love, that is making me feel so sad in your absence, and I know this night will be longest one I have yet witnessed. I remember Elizabeth can talk to animals, and wonder is she can also call them. I want her to call Priscilla back, to find out how you are doing, but she is probably sleeping. It is just one night. I will get you back tomorrow, even if I have to rip the Elysium brick by brick to do so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>24-02-2014, 04:18:50</strong>
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				I nod to Shara as she gives me orders and kneel when I enter the Prince's private balcony.&nbsp; For the most part my eyes stay lowered out of respect.&nbsp; I gaze up at Priscilla.&nbsp; "Oh...I don't know if she can understand me or not."&nbsp; My mind is racing as I weave a believable tale.&nbsp; "I nursed her back to health after finding her injured.&nbsp; I guess she worried when I didn't return home and came looking for me.&nbsp; I believe animals are much smarter than we give them credit for."&nbsp; I say softly and reach up and gently pet Priscilla.<br><br>I...I would like to know when I may return home...I miss...Calis...my master very much." I say to the prince.&nbsp; "Would you allow me to go home...please...It...its nice here...but it isn't home..." I say my voice becoming shakier as I fear I will not be able to return to you.&nbsp; I dare not mention Elizabeth as I don't want them to know of her.&nbsp; I fear they'd want her destroyed as she is by standards a child.&nbsp; I gaze up with pleading eyes to the Prince for a mere moment.&nbsp; There's no denying the pleading in my eyes and the Callisto is much more than a master to me.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-03-2014, 00:59:47</strong>
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				&nbsp; The Prince watches you idly as you kneel and address him, your eyes gazing at the floor, then Priscilla, but when you start talking about the merits of the crow's intellect he seems to snort, losing interest and returning his attention the dancers. There is a moment of silence, and you worry he had not heard your request, but then he responds. <strong>"Ever the request of a dutiful thrall. Perhaps, perhaps,"</strong> his eyes flick back to you. <strong>"Last night, when you performed for us with my fencers, we noticed a particular scent in the air, when your skin was broken by the blade. Your vitae is very potent, and I must say it has roused my curiosity as to its taste. Would you be so kind as to provide me with a sample of such a delicacy?"</strong> he claps his hands and the man with the well groomed hair steps forwards, silently handing you a pink crystal goblet. <strong>"Shara, could you provide our guest with a cutting implement?"</strong> "My blade is for thaumatergical rituals," Shara objects, speaking slowly, but when the Prince shrugs dismissively in acknowledgement, she likewise steps towards you, grabbing your wrist and twisting your fingers open, to slam something into your palm: a small, curbed blade of dull copper, just over two inches in length.
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				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>02-03-2014, 02:37:01</strong>
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				I don't know what thaumategical rituals are or what she means, but if giving him some of my blood allows me to return to you, I'll do it.&nbsp; I gaze down at the blade in my hand.&nbsp; I frown softly.&nbsp; I'm not keen on cutting myself but I bring the blade to my wrist and hiss as I slash a vein.&nbsp; The scent of my potent blood fills the room and I allow a bp to fill the cup before I try to heal the&nbsp; wound I have made.and I offer the cup to the man and the blade back to Shara.
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				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>03-03-2014, 02:57:42</strong>
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				&nbsp; As the sharp blade breaks your skin, you feel a tingle pass through your arm and into your shoulder, but it could psychosomatic. The pink goblet is large, and takes a lot from you as you are instructed to fill it to brimming. When you are done and the wound has closed, Shara snatches her blade back and Ethan carefully takes full goblet to the Prince. <strong>“Sweet nectar from the Garden of Hesperides,”</strong> he explains theatrically, after the tiniest of sips. <strong>“Ethan, take this down to the cellar and bottle it. It is very special, and should be kept for the appropriate occasion,”</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>“I will consider your request and do my best to fulfil it. In the meantime, Shara, could you escort our guest back to her room? I think she has had enough excitement for one night,”</strong> The black haired women nods and tugs you gently on the shoulder, leading you off the balcony and down the stairs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>03-03-2014, 03:20:31</strong>
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				I heal the wound using your blood and do my best to hide my disappointment.&nbsp; I had hoped he'd let me return to you now.&nbsp; I slowly move to follow Shara.&nbsp; I hold back my tears until I am away from the prince.&nbsp; I sigh softly.&nbsp; I don't understand why he didn't let me go home.&nbsp; I miss you terribly and want to be with you.&nbsp; I gaze up to Shara.&nbsp; "I miss Callisto..." I whisper to her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 03:42:30</strong>
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				&nbsp; "I am sure you do. It is expected of a servant to want for their master in his absence. You have done well pleasing the Prince, I am sure he will allow you to return to his side," Shara leads you down the corridor, back towards the stairs, leading down into the basement. Standing there waiting however is another familiar face: the vampire you shot through the heart, the one who started this all. Her blonde hair has been cut since you last saw her, and she is dressed in funeral attire. Seeing you she begins to walk slowly up the stairs towards you. For a moment Shara stands in front of you, but then she shrugs and steps to the side. The Hound approaches you, standing on the same step as you, leaning in until her face is practically touching yours. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"I just want you to know, I do not blame you. You saw, you saw through it, and you shot at it. I just wish I knew, I just wish you knew, how you did it,"</span> she whispers, grabbing you by the wrist and places something into your palm: a hankerchief, tightly wrapped with string. Then the hound continues walking up the stairs. "Fucking Malkavians," Shara shakes her head, "Well come along. Do you have anything you want to do before I return you to your room?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 05:27:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod to Shara and follow her down the stairs.&nbsp; I gaze up as we pause and my heart beats&nbsp; faster as the vampire approaches.&nbsp; I gaze up at her as she speaks.&nbsp; Her words seem more like a riddle and I gaze at my hand.&nbsp; I'm not sure what she means or what she's given me but I nod to her and gaze back to Shara as she walks away.&nbsp; "I...I'd like something to eat please.&nbsp; I'm hungry....for...for food I mean...though...I..I am thirsty too...but I...I don't want anybody's blood but Callisto's...."I say to her.<br><br>Once in her room, she'd wait until she was alone to investigate the handkerchief the hound had placed in her hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 20:29:15</strong>
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				&nbsp; "How very loyal," Shara stops to examine you, "You would barely feel it, next to Callisto. It wouldn't diminish your love for him, nor his feelings for you, if you were to drink my blood. He would understand, and if it would help you you...but you do not have to. You are very obedient in addition to your many talents, Callisto is lucky to have you as his thrall,"<br><br>&nbsp; When you approach the door to your room, Priscilla finally spreads her wings and flies away. up the stairs to look for a window. Shara watches the crow fly questioningly, "I will get you something to eat," is all she says. Inside your room with the door closed but unlocked you untie the handkerchief, finding a small handful of course earth, and inside a pair of gold earnings: small, simple hoops in shape. The door opens and you shove the bundle into your pocket, Shara has arrived with a plate of prosciutto and melon slices, along with a bottle of red Merlot, "Enjoy. I hope to see you tomorrow night," she lays the plate down on the bed, then leaves, this time locking the door behind her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 21:07:13</strong>
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				I gaze up at Shara and thank her for her offer to feed from her but politely decline.&nbsp; Your blood is the only I want.&nbsp; I pace in the room and I'm puzzled by the "gift" from the hound.&nbsp; I feel almost lonely now that Priscilla has left.&nbsp; She'd find an open door that'd allow her to return to Elizabeth.&nbsp; <br><br>I sigh softly and gaze to Shara as she returns with food for me.&nbsp; I take the plate and thank her.&nbsp; I begin to eat.&nbsp; I hear the door lock as she leaves.&nbsp; I again feel like a prisoner.&nbsp; "Callisto..." I whisper and fresh tears slide down my cheeks.<br><br>Priscilla caws as she lands on the fire escape outside your haven and pecks lightly on the window to get Elizabeth's attention.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-03-2014, 03:45:26</strong>
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				&nbsp; You are left alone in your room, as gradually the hours of the night slip away.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Elizabeth had been trying to sleep, but as a child sometimes will she only needs the slightest excuse to jump out of bed and rush to the window. “Priscilla back from mama!” she hurries out of her room and into mine, clutching the crow to her chest in a delicate embrace. I am at my desk, book open, but I am not reading. I have not been able to focus on the task for the past hour, and now I throw it aside.<br><br>&nbsp; “Can you speak to it? Did it find her?” We are sitting on the sofa, and Elizabeth tells me how Priscilla found you in the theatre, that you were okay. A birds understanding is limited however, and all Elizabeth can really infer beyond that is that you were jumping around a lot and there were others watching you. I hope you are okay, that you are being treated well, but I know the Camarilla too well to really believe that.<br><br>&nbsp; I am silent for a while, and soon Elizabeth is sleeping on the sofa, still holding onto her animal companion. I return to my room, to continue staring blankly at the same page. I really miss you and its hurts, although imagining what we will do together when they release you takes the edge of somewhat. Tomorrow night, no matter what.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-03-2014, 03:55:40</strong>
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				Back at the esylium, I am restless.&nbsp; I want to go home.&nbsp; I pace for what seems like hours.&nbsp; Finally, I move to the bed and I cry myself to sleep from the second night.&nbsp; I miss you so much.&nbsp; Much more than I ever thought possible.&nbsp; I sleep for several hours before something, I'm not sure what awakens me.&nbsp; I look around, but no one is there.&nbsp; I gaze at the clock.&nbsp; It's an hour before breakfast.&nbsp; I sigh softly.&nbsp; Surely they'll let me go soon, I think to myself
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-03-2014, 04:32:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Towards the end of the night I start to feel the will of the beast returning, as I start to feel the restlessness that usually comes upon when I sit still for too long. Instead of sating the craving however I fight it. The beast is still weak, and resisting its urges are not only possible, but they help distract me from my sorrows. Then with morning light approaching I finally stand up from my chair and fall into bed, drifting down into darkness.<br><br>&nbsp; After you awaken you must still wait nearly an hour before you hear the key turn in the lock. The door opens to reveal a man, thing and tall, standing proud with an upturned nose with thinly veiled distaste. "Prince Wright has graciously allowed you to leave and return to your master's haven. Come, I shall escort you off the premises,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-03-2014, 16:40:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to the door as it opens.&nbsp; My heart leaps in my chest as I am told I can return to you.&nbsp; I waste no time following the man out and once out of the theater, I head for home.&nbsp; I make my way toward the haven and I enter.&nbsp; I spy Elizabeth first asleep on the couch.&nbsp; I move to her and kiss her forehead.&nbsp; She opens her eyes.&nbsp; "MAMA"&nbsp; She exclaims and throws her arms around me.&nbsp; I hug her tightly.<br><br>I make her some breakfast and spend much of the day with her.&nbsp; About an hour before sunset I make her some dinner.&nbsp; "Stay here...I want to be with Callisto when he wakens.&nbsp; She smiles.&nbsp; "Seeing you will make him happy..." She says to me.&nbsp; I enter your room and see you lying on the bed.&nbsp; I move to you and curl up to you.&nbsp; I lay my head on your chest.&nbsp; I've missed you so much.&nbsp; I can't hardly wait for you to waken.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>10-03-2014, 04:52:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Elizabeth is overjoyed to see you, and does her best to stay stuck to you as you move around the small apartment. "I was very worried, I thought you wouldn't come back, I thought you were gone. But then Priscilla saw you. I'm happy you came back," she dispatches the bird in question along with Joseph to bring twigs and grass, which she skillfully weaves into a necklace for you.<br><br>&nbsp; In my dreams the beast returned, and in this rare moment, the unique position I find myself in, the darkness of my soul aligns with the force of sadistic destruction, and my vision is flooded with scenes of a broken theater, the torn and savaged bodies of the Camarilla kindred scattered across the rubble, some staked with arrows. Drunk on but encouraged by these dreams of revenge I awake earlier than usual, my eyes flicking open only half an hour after sunset. Instantly I pull myself up, and only then do I notice that something has been on my chest. "A-lex-is?" my words are unsteady, confused.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>10-03-2014, 05:01:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to Elizabeth and gush about how much I love the necklace and I put it on.&nbsp; I anxiously await your awakening.&nbsp; When you do, I smile.&nbsp; "I'm home Callisto..." I say to you and I hug you tightly.&nbsp; I thirst for your blood so much so I am starting to feel pains from a lack of it, but I do not ask for it yet.&nbsp; I merely want to feel your arms around me.&nbsp; "I missed you so much..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>11-03-2014, 04:32:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "I missed you too, I was so sad. I have not known sorrow for so many years, but I did these last nights without you. I was about to tear down the theater if they would not let you go," You hug me and I feel your heart beat, your hot body pressing against mine. I hug you back, strong arms squeezing you gentle, I do not want to risk hurting you in my joy. "I will never let them do that again," I promise to you, lying back down on the bed and pulling you with me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>11-03-2014, 05:04:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nuzzle against your chest as you lay down with me.&nbsp; My finger traces lightly over your chest.&nbsp; "I hope we won't have to go there ever again....The hound though...She told me I saw...and that she didn't blame me for what happened...What could she have meant....She gave me a gift too....It was all very strange." I say to you as I lay in your arms
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>11-03-2014, 22:20:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "A mad one gave you a gift? You should get rid of it," I do not trust the Malkavians one bit, and this distrust extends to anything they impart onto me or you, in fact I want you to destroy it now, but I am not quite ready to let you go. I kiss the crown of your head, "We will never return there, they have no reason to summon us now, and we no reason to return," even as I stroke your hair I cannot be sure this is true. The hound was following me for a reason, one I have yet to learn, but that bridge can crossed when we get to it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>12-03-2014, 01:23:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gazed to you as you speak and reach over and pick up the handkerchief.&nbsp; I hand it to you and press my lips to yours.&nbsp; I trust you and your judgment.&nbsp; I smile to you.&nbsp; "I missed you more than I can ever begin to tell you."&nbsp; I say to you.&nbsp; I nuzzle you lightly.&nbsp; I can finally stand it no longer.&nbsp; "Callisto...I...I'm so hungry...." I say
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>12-03-2014, 01:59:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I take the handkerchief and chuck it aside distastefully, I will deal with it later. I savor the contact of my lips against yours, kissing you back softly at first, then more deeply, passionately. "Ah yes, you must have missed my blood, and I have recently dined well," I run my fingers through your hair, tugging lightly on the red strands. My nails rip open a wrist, raising the wound to your lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>12-03-2014, 02:07:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I trembled beneath you and return the kiss hungerily.&nbsp; My arms go around your neck in the intimate kiss that shows you missed me as much as I did you.&nbsp; I nod as you speak and I begin drinking from you.&nbsp; I feel my hunger ease as I drink.&nbsp; I take all you will give me and I lick my lips and smile to you.<br><br>Elizabeth leaves us alone on this night, seeming to know we need the time together alone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>12-03-2014, 04:15:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I stroke your head as you lap up my blood, "There, does that feel good? Drink it up," I encourage you, pulling your dress up to pat your belly. "That's enough now," once you have drunk two cups worth I gently pull my wrist away, "Now stand up, this dress," I find the tassel the Camarilla added to the red fabric, I do not know the meaning behind it but I dislike it immediately. Instead I pull your dress even further up, barely resisting the urge to rip it off you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>12-03-2014, 16:34:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nearly whimper when you pull away your wrist and I gaze at the tassel in your hand.&nbsp; I can sense you want the dress off of me so, I remove it completely and stand before you in my bra and panties.&nbsp; &nbsp;I shake my head.&nbsp; "What does it mean?" I ask as I gaze at the tassel in your hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>13-03-2014, 02:44:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "I have no idea," I practically snort dismissively, tossing the tassel aside, to be dealt with as the made one's gift. "And I do not want to think about it now. I have, better things to occupy myself with," Standing up next to you, I brush the contours of your side with the back of my finger. "Your body is such a perfect sight Lexis, I could look at it for hours, studying, enjoying, its every detail," I lift your hand to my mouth and kiss it, "Now I know I said you were not to receive any ecstasy for another two nights, but under these circumstances we can abolish that, don't you agree? the question is emphasized with a gentle tug on your panties.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>13-03-2014, 03:14:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and blush at your words. My eyes twinkle at what you imply and I nod and remove them and my bra and now lie before you naked. My nipples harden in the coolness of the room. I reach for you and pull you into a gentle kiss." I love you Callisto"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>14-03-2014, 04:09:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I return the kiss, pinning your wrists to the bed as a straddle your supine form. Breaking away from your lips I rear up and remove my jacket and shirt, fondling your breasts, gently rolling your nipples between my finger tips. "You are terrible," my tone is one of mock severity, "It pains me so much to cease feeding you, I can see how much you enjoy it and I do not like taking that away from you, but I must keep some for myself,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>14-03-2014, 12:05:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I moaned softly beneath you and I gasp when you pin me to the bed.&nbsp; My body arches toward yours.&nbsp; We've not been intimate but a few times but i enjoy it when we are.&nbsp; I gaze up at you as you remove your jacket and shirt and another moan escapes my lips as you tease my nipples.&nbsp; I tilt my head at your words and smirk a bit.<br><br>"You are always free to feed from me at any time...but you know this already" I say softly.&nbsp; "I enjoy your bite as much as I enjoy your bite"&nbsp; I grind up against you, trying to entice you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>15-03-2014, 04:47:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Enjoying the responses I can elicit from your body I continue to roam across your pale flesh with my finger, brushing against you cheek and down the side of your neck, marking your breastbone and the ribs on your side. I kiss your neck and bite is gently, but it is a dull bite, "Yes, yes I could. But I was thinking I should await with such a sensation, for now..." Despite the control implied in my words I am impatient, standing up hurriedly and pulling my trousers off with enough force to rip the button free.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>15-03-2014, 15:58:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am trembling with need as I watch you and it's evident by your own actions you are wanting me just as much as I want you.&nbsp; My heart is racing and I am breathing heavily.&nbsp; It feels like its been a lifetime since I have been with you.&nbsp; Those couple of days...seemed like so much longer.&nbsp; I am just glad to be back with you.&nbsp; I smiled to you, seductively and wait...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>16-03-2014, 02:59:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I catch your look and grin hungrily in return, swiftly undressing completely. I am so happy we are together again, I find myself eagerly anticipating the intimate act to follow with an intense sincerity I had not felt before. I kneel down next to you on the bed, parting your legs as two of my fingers touch you. They twitch, ready, eager even, to reach inside you, but for now I wait, leaning down to kiss your nipples, chest, neck, then lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>16-03-2014, 19:08:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tremble beneath you and my hands come up and roam over you.&nbsp; Over your back and through your hair as I hold your body to mine.&nbsp; You can already feel my heat, my wetness and need even before your fingers go to enter me and I press my lips to yours in a hungry kiss.&nbsp; It isn't the act that we are about to do that I need so much, it is the closeness it brings.&nbsp; I never want to be away from you again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>18-03-2014, 03:15:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I am not surprised by what my fingers feel between your legs, but I smile happily all the same. I thrust my fingers inside, firstly gently dipping into you, a single digit's depth, then their full length. I return your hungry kiss, my tongue seeking yours. This feeling is still somewhat alien to me as I cannot fully distinguish between the act and the closeness it brings, but I am happy to be able to share it with you. I place my knees on other side of your butt, my stiff member poking you gently as it twitches in anticipation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>18-03-2014, 03:37:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I moan softly beneath you and my hips rock to meet the thrust of your fingers.&nbsp; I gaze up at you and my eyes are bright and I smile'&nbsp; I love you so much Callisto..." I say quietly as my body writhes beneath yours.&nbsp; I reach down and begin to stroke your shaft gently, exploring your hardness.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>18-03-2014, 04:03:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "I love you to Alexis, more than anything in my fifty years as a kindred you have made me feel truly in love. I hope you understand just what that means," Your soft fingers around my shaft are all the encouragement I need, all the anticipation I can take and I thrust myself into you gently but purposely. My teeth bite you neck: a dull bite but a passion one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>18-03-2014, 22:07:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp softly as you thrust into me and tremble when you bite me.&nbsp; &nbsp; I smile happily at your words and I think I understand and if its what I think, it makes me happy that I have made you feel emotions you've not felt in a long time.&nbsp; My arms tighten around you.&nbsp; My legs slide up and around your waist, holding your body to mine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>19-03-2014, 04:31:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; It amuses me, the way you grip me with your arms and legs, and I sway slighter in your hold, testing just how tightly you cling to your master, to your lover. I thrust into you slowly, with a carefully measured pace although the caution seems unnecessary, as the beast is in no danger as surfacing. Then I have an idea, and rear upwards to loosen your hands and roll over onto my back, propping you up with a firm grip on your sides, "Show me how you would like this,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>19-03-2014, 19:34:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I cling tighter to you.&nbsp; I never want to be away from your side again.&nbsp; I gasp softly as you roll us over, placing me over you and I gaze down at you.&nbsp; I smile softly and begin to ride you.&nbsp; Slow, deliberate, nearly teasing you at first but I pick up speed as my need for release grows.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>19-03-2014, 22:47:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; It is strange experience, not being the one to lead this act, and my body twitches, uncomfortable at the expectation of just lying still. However I am intrigued and allow you to continue, and this position does have its benefits, affording me a generous view of breasts and smooth stomach, and allowing me to slap your buttocks and squeeze them tightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>21-03-2014, 02:30:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I yelp a bit as you smack my back side and I tremble lightly.&nbsp; I smile down at you as I ride you at a slow teasing pace.&nbsp; I'm not sure how I feel about being in control.&nbsp; I much prefer it when you're the one in charge of things.&nbsp; I lean down and press my lips to yours in a gentle kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>21-03-2014, 03:33:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; As much as I enjoy the view of your body, your teasing temps me too much, and I cannot help but roll over, pinning your body beneath mine and your wrists either side of your head. I pick up the pace, kissing you fiercely, gently biting your bottom lip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>21-03-2014, 04:19:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In that moment, I gaze up at you showing my love and submission to you.&nbsp; I return your kiss and my legs lock around your waist.&nbsp; I moan beneath you and eventually pull away from the kiss, gasping for breath.&nbsp; I gaze into your eyes once more and bare my throat to you in yet another act of submission and of complete trust.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>21-03-2014, 21:06:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; That look in your eyes as you gaze up at me, that is what proves to me just how special you are. I could get another thrall, but the look in their eyes would not, could not be, the same, they could never mean as much to me as you do. I want to keep you, cherish you, spoil you. And so, when you offer me your neck, I bit down enthusiastically, slowing drinking your blood, savoring each sip as it rolls across my tongue. Knowing there is no danger of losing myself to the beast, I allow urges I have resisted on instinct for most of my nights to guide my actions, thrusting into you hard, rolling your body beneath mine with each push.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>21-03-2014, 23:39:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp as you bite me and it sends me over the edge and I cry out as I come writhing beneath you in pleasure. I pant softly as I slowly calm beneath you and I rock my body to meet your thrusts.<br><br>"I love you Callisto" I breathed
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>22-03-2014, 02:22:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I continue drinking your blood, barely noticing the second wave of ecstasy that breaks out across your body. Fueled by your sweet vitae my own pleasure builds up, until I too come, my fangs slipping free of your neck as I gasp, "I love you Lexis," I kiss you weakly, feeling drained. I lie still on top of you at first, but quickly recover my strength. I move to the side holding your body tightly towards mine, enjoying the sight of your hair clinging to your pale skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>22-03-2014, 04:18:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I move curling up to you as you hold me.&nbsp; That had been incredible.&nbsp; I sigh softly and nuzzle against your cool skin.&nbsp; I raise up gently.&nbsp; I kiss you gently.&nbsp; I smile some.&nbsp; "Do you think we could go for a walk tomorrow night?" I ask you.&nbsp; I see no point in staying home and hiding.&nbsp; I'm hoping the Camerilla will leave us alone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>22-03-2014, 05:06:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; My blood has always carried a potent warmth for a kindred, but it is nothing compared to yours which, against my cool skin feels like it is burning. Burning with a strength, a passion, a courage. A run my nails down your back, hard, "Yes, we can. Where would you want to go?" Though the night is early I do not wish to do anything other than stay with you in this room, until morning light forces me to sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>22-03-2014, 19:10:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you.&nbsp; "I'm not sure...somewhere away from prying eyes..." I say to you.&nbsp; I smile.&nbsp; "Though, I have an idea...we could take Elizabeth to the park and let her play." I lean up and kiss you gently.&nbsp; I am relishing being back in your arms.&nbsp; The time apart seemed much longer than it actually was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>23-03-2014, 03:46:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "We could. You think she would enjoy that?" I shrug, not seeing the allure of a playground at night to a 100 year old ghoul, but then maybe you know her better than I do. I pull you close, tucking you head underneath my chin, pressing your cheek against my chest. It feel so wonderful, to be able to just lie here with you, to not be driven by the beast to move, to do something, solely because of a fear for the oblivion heralded by boredom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>23-03-2014, 04:38:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile some.&nbsp; "I don't know...she's still a kid...I've seen her play games with her animals so I think she might...I'll ask her," I reply and nuzzle against your chest.&nbsp; I close my eyes and merely enjoy you holding me.&nbsp; "I think this is one thing I missed the most...you holding me" I said softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>23-03-2014, 05:12:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "I will never let them take you away from me again. If I have my way, we will never deal with the Camarilla again," I pull you towards me tighter, "They are nothing but trouble, arrogant and cruel to outsiders," Realizing I may be hurting you I loosen my grasp, and move to open a palm, "Here, just a little," I allow a small flow into your mouth. Over the hours that follow I repeated give you little treats in the form of my vitae, drinking from you in turn every now and again. I do not want to do this too often, you still need to learn more self control when it comes to my blood, but tonight I do not care, I just want to see that loving, trusting, blissful look on your face, to hear your soft moans of enjoyment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>23-03-2014, 17:29:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I snuggle close to you and my soft moans of pleasure fill the room. As the Sun came up I feel you fall into your slumber and soon, I fall asleep as well. I sleep for several hours and feel refreshed when I waken.<br><br>I leave the room and smile when I see Elizabeth. "would you enjoy playing in the park tonight or...is that something you wouldn't find fun?"I ask her as I make something to eat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>24-03-2014, 05:51:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I had been stroking your head when, in anticipation of the soon to be rising sun, my movements suddenly become slow and heavy. With my last moments awake I grab you somewhat clumsily by the hair and pull you close, "I love you Lexi-" and I am slumber.<br><br>&nbsp; In the main room Elizabeth has found an interesting book, and the small sugar jar from the shelf. "The park is boring, too little trees," she declares, licking her fingers, sticking them in the jar, then licking them clean. "Can we go to the forest somewhere?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>24-03-2014, 12:30:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile and nod to her. "of course we can" I say. I move to her and run my fingers through her hair and take away the sugar. "let me make you some real breakfast" I add.<br><br>I move to the kitchen and make her and myself some pancakes and call her to the table when they are ready.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>24-03-2014, 15:46:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Elizabeth frowns as you take away the jar away from her, but is soon over the setback. "Can you make cookies?" she asks, before squealing with joy at the prospect of going to the forest, and promptly has a silent but lengthy conversation with the animals about this. Disappointed that the brunch is not cookies she never-the-less enjoys it, after which she returns to the book she took off my shelf. Meanwhile you get a text message from your best friend, asking why you don't talk to them anymore.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>24-03-2014, 20:52:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to her.&nbsp; "I'll make cookies after you eat breakfast," I say to her.&nbsp; I watch as she goes to play after breakfast and gaze to my phone.&nbsp; I send back a text that I have been really busy with school and my new fiance.&nbsp; I obviously can't tell her the truth.&nbsp; I begin making cookies and soon the whole apartment smells of the cookies, enough to bring Elizabeth into the room beaming from ear to ear as I take a pan of cookies out of the oven. I tell her to be patient while they cool for a few minutes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-03-2014, 04:21:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; At the mention of making cookies, Elizabeth abandons the notion of play to watch how cookies are made, taking notes in the book instead of reading it. She reluctantly waits for the cookies to cool, humming some slow tune impatiently. Megan does not react well to this revaluation and immediately texts back "WHAT??!!!!! YOU GOT ENGAGED AND I'm ONLY HEARING THIS NOW!!!" You are not sure how much she is shocked and how much angry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-03-2014, 12:10:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				How was I to explain this?&nbsp; I place a cookie on a small plate for Elizabeth and pour her a glass of milk before texting Megan back.&nbsp; "It all happened so quickly and he's a very private person, but I am very much in love with him.&nbsp; He's an amazing man." I gaze to Elizabeth and sigh.&nbsp; "Things are never easy for people like us, are they?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-03-2014, 15:46:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Megan seems to calm down, her texts are no longer in all caps, asking when the wedding is planned and whether you can meet up with her and the gang. Elizabeth does not fully understand your predicament, she never needed to grow up and anyone who knew her as a human child is long dead, but she sympathies with your troubles. "You need a friend, like Priscilla, or Alice, or Francis or Joseph. When we go to the forest we can find one for you,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-03-2014, 16:43:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to her and reach out and hug her gently.&nbsp; "I have you though...Besides, I can't understand them like you can," I say to her knowing you won't want another animal in the house.&nbsp; I gaze back to my phone and text back that plans haven't been made yet and that I'm very busy but will try to catch up with them soon.&nbsp; I gaze back to Elizabeth. "So, how about those cookies?&nbsp; Good?" I ask
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>26-03-2014, 03:19:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "You makes the best cookies in the world," Elizabeth declares as you check your phone. Megan send one final text message in which she promises to hold you to that meeting, and that when you do to be prepared to tell them at least something about this mysterious man. "But I can talk to her for you. And if she wanted to say something to you, I could tell you," Elizabeth continues, resting her head against you side. "Or, or I could teach you, like Vince taught me. Vince taught me a lots, what has Krumpus taught you? Look at this," she leans her head back until she is looking up at you and mumbles something. Briefly her glow a bright, pale yellow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>26-03-2014, 03:45:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze&nbsp; to Elizabeth.&nbsp; "You could teach me to talk to animals?" I ask her softly.&nbsp; "And why do you call him that?&nbsp; Callisto is very good to me..." I say and stare at her as her eyes glow.&nbsp; "That's very....interesting..." I add and smile as Priscilla pecks at one of the cookies.&nbsp; I laugh some.&nbsp; "Seems Priscilla likes my cookies too"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>26-03-2014, 19:18:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Yes, it’s easy. You just need to listen to them. It will take time, but you'll hear them, and then you you'll be able to talk to them," Ezliabeth begrudgingly offers Priscila a large chunk of her cookie. “I know, Krumpus loves you. He is kind. I don’t think Vince loved anyone. I don’t think he loved himself. But Krumpus has a funny name, so I call him Krumpus,”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>26-03-2014, 21:33:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile at her words even she can see our love. I reach over and get Priscilla her own cookie.&nbsp; I gaze at the clock. Its almost sunset. I can't wait for you to waken
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>26-03-2014, 23:37:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Priscilla says thank you. Can you hear? Try and listen to her," Elizabeth insists, placing the bird, which continues to peck at the cookie, in your lap. She instructs you, and although she can do so only vaguely, after a while you get a sense what she means, and you feel your own borrowed kindred blood stirring as you understand the working of the gift. Then the door opens and I step into the room, pausing to count. “Four animals. I said two,” I surprise myself when I realize I am more amused than annoyed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>27-03-2014, 00:22:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to her as I understand and gaze up as you enter the room.&nbsp; I smile brightly to you.&nbsp; "Good evening Callisto..." I say happily.&nbsp; "Elizabeth was just teaching me how to understand her animals..." I say to you.&nbsp; I pick up the bird and sit it on the table and move to you.&nbsp; I lean up and kiss your lips gently.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>27-03-2014, 03:39:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Good evening Alexis," I stroke your hair, moving into the kitchen, getting a mug. "So what does Elizabeth say about the park?" I ask as I open my wrist to fill the mug. "Here, did Vince ever give you something like this to drink?” I hand her the mug. “Yes, he did. Its good,” she sips my blood slowly. It is as I suspected, Elizabeth will need my blood but far less frequently than you, and she will never crave it. I will need to mark a calendar and feed her every 25 days.<br><br>&nbsp; I am about to return the mug when Priscilla chirps and flies towards the mug, trying to peck at it. I am confused, until Elizabeth supplies, “She got to drink too,” I snarl viciously, but it is gone a moment later. All the animals? Four more mouths to feed, but it seems only the crow needs some now. I walk into the kitchen with Pricilla on my shoulder, where I open my wrist a second time, shivering at the weird sensation if the beak in my vein. “I am sorry Lexis, but I have little blood left within me. We will need to go hunting,”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>27-03-2014, 04:00:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile up to you and explain the Elizabeth wants to go to the forest instead.&nbsp; I tilt my head some.&nbsp; I can tell you are irritated at having to feed her animals too.&nbsp; But I smile as you feed Priscilla.&nbsp; Perhaps if you feed them on a schedule it won't be as taxing on you.&nbsp; &nbsp; I nod when you tell me you have to hunt.&nbsp; <br><br>"If you like, we can meet you in the forest?" I suggest.&nbsp; "Im wanting to practice my archery anyway," I add forgetting about the last time I practiced my archery.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>31-03-2014, 04:29:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; The bird has had enough and so I withdraw my arm, clapping my hands when the crow protests, shooing it back into the living room. I shiver at the fresh memory of beak in my vein. “Yes, very well. I will hunt and then meet you there. Where exactly will you be, your former campsite? And be careful Lexis with your archery, it was that which made the Camarilla pay attention to you in the first place,”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>31-03-2014, 17:30:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze up to you and smile.&nbsp; "I will be, and yes, we will meet you there."&nbsp; I go to where Elizabeth waits and smile to her and tell her we are going to the forest.&nbsp; She gets all exited and tells her animals.&nbsp; She and I and the animals head off.&nbsp; Its a beautiful night and a full moon is out to provide light.&nbsp; We decide to walk.&nbsp; It isn't too far and we finally make it to the old campsite.<br><br>I let Elizabeth go play with her animals and set up a couple targets to shoot at.&nbsp; I place my quiver on my back once I am satisified and I pace back a good ways and take aim and begin my practice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>01-04-2014, 04:13:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I drive my own car to the seaside fair, where I walk amongst the bright lights and incessant noise, seeking a victim. I find a man enjoying some candyfloss, alone for a moment as he goes for a smoke, and strike, leaving him face down. He is unconscious but he will live, and I call an ambulance, whispering "I'm sorry," to his still form.<br><br>&nbsp; Meanwhile at the camp site Elizabeth and her animals run amok, the girl periodically approaching you to animals that could be your pets: a crow to keep Priscilla company, a squirrel, a second crow. At one point she complains that an owl would not listen to her, refuses to come down from its perch. After half an hour there is the sound of tires on dirt, and two glaring headlights approach, but it is not my care, but a jeep. The door opens and out steps Shara, dressed in jeans and a black leather jacket. "Good evening Alexis. I want to speak with you and Callistro," she smiles in the moonlight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>01-04-2014, 05:51:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to Elizabeth as she brings the crows and squirrel.&nbsp; "I'm not sure Callisto will allow anymore animals in the haven," I explain to her.&nbsp; "But we are looking for a bigger place.&nbsp; One with a backyard and plenty of room for your animal friends" I gaze up as I see the headlights and stand as&nbsp; I assume it's you.&nbsp; My smile fades as I see it is Shara.&nbsp; <br><br>"Callisto isn't here yet.&nbsp; He should be soon though," I say to her.&nbsp; I wonder if my mind can reach yours.&nbsp; ~Callisto...~&nbsp; I try to communicate to&nbsp; you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-04-2014, 01:58:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "So you can have a new pet when we move in!" Elizabeth exclaims, running off to try and construct necklaces out of the twigs and leaves, but gives up when she finds they are too dry, breaking rather than bending in her fingers. "Can I try?" she returns to your side, pointing at your bow.<br><br>&nbsp; When Shara steps out of the jeep Elizabeth hides behind you, and the blonde haired kindred notes her presence. "Whose this? You are too young to have a daughter, and you do not have a sister," her gaze it one of quickly faded interest as she returns to the reason for her visit. "I wish to talk to Callisto. He may not want to hear anything from me, he may even attack me. You must stop him, make him listen. He may not like it, but he needs to hear what I have to say," I am 10 minutes down the road, approaching the campsite, unaware of the uninvited guest I will find there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>02-04-2014, 02:12:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I wrap my arms around Elizabeth shielding her and stare at shara. "I'm not sure when he will be here, but I will try. As for Elizabeth...she is mine. Have you never heard of teenagers having children....or adoption."<br><br>I turn my attention to Elizabeth and distract her with my bore showing her how to hold it and such while we wait for you
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-04-2014, 03:23:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Shara ignores your response and the two of you for the time being, idly watching the surrounding forest. Until that is takes the bow in her hand and draws the string. "She a ghoul!" Shara's head snaps back to the pair of you, "She is not your daughter, not unless you were 10 when you had her, and no way you adopted her. And that crow, the one from your shoulder. Callisto didn't send then, and you certainly didn't raise it. She did. Tell me how you found her Alexis. Look me in the eyes and tell me. If you do not I can fish for the answers myself in your mind, and who knows what else I will find in there if I do," Shara flashes a feral grin.<br><br>&nbsp; At that moment however I arrives, having hit the gas as soon as I saw the parked jeep. The door flings open and I rush out. On a worse night I would have given into the beast, thrown myself at Shara, but tonight I am controlled. Furious, but controlled. "Don't look her in the eye Lexis," I move to place myself between you and the Camarilla kindred. "But do put an arrow through her heart if she so much as twitches," Shara judges my last comment to be an idle threat, and so just smiles, "I wish to talk," she states simply.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>02-04-2014, 05:40:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I do not dare look up at Shara.&nbsp; I shield Elizabeth from her though.&nbsp; I am relieved when you arrive though.&nbsp; I am trembling lightly even as I hold Elizabeth to me.&nbsp; I fear she will tell the prince about her and I am ready to flee the city this very night.&nbsp; At your word though I notch an arrow, but I do not aim it at her.....yet
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-04-2014, 17:43:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Shara looks at you expectantly, then gives up with a softly curse. "I need a favour, and I have something to bargain with. Your soul, and my eyes that see all," she smiles. "Go and play Elizabeth," my voice is firm, although that does not appear necessary as Elizabeth is more than happy to get away from Shara, running of to hide amongst the trees. "I'm guessing she belonged to the kindred whose soul you devoured. Does she know what you did? Oh well, I guess it is better than leaving her alone,"<br><br>&nbsp; Once again, she looses interest in Elizabeth. "Down south, Feyetteville has been struck a Sabbat raid. We lost contact with the chantery. We need-" It takes me a moment to put two and two together, but when I do I lunge forwards in outrage and disgust. "You are Tremere!" Normally I am distrustful of the mage clan. But I am already on edge from the arrogant superiority with which Shara attempts to compel me to do her dirty work, and the knowledge that we have spoken before without me knowing of her nature is enough to let the beast guide me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>02-04-2014, 19:56:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I watch as Elizabeth scampers off and watch your interaction with Shara.&nbsp; I know enough from what you've told me about the Sabbat to know I don't want you taking any part in it.&nbsp; Why should you help them after they took me and kept me away from you...What is in it for you," I wonder first to myself and then I say it before I realize I really should learn to control my tongue.<br><br>"Why should he help after the way you took me from him?&nbsp; What's in it for us?" I blurt out then quickly cover my mouth with my hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>03-04-2014, 03:33:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Tendrils of slick, inky darkness materialize from the night and grab Shara, binding her legs together and wrapping around her waist and arms. Only then am I able to stop, my outstretched hand half a foot from her face, a moment ago my heart had been full the intention to rip her apart. But as my anger falls, hers rises, "Unleash me Callisto, or I swear by Cain I will have you left on the theater's roof for the morning sun, and Alexis will not prosper well in your absence. They do not know I am here, but if I do not return that will change," she snarls, and I reluctantly release her.<br><br>&nbsp; Shara stands, snootily dusting off her leather jacket, her dark eyes flick to you with amused annoyance, "So much for you helping," I do not like her attitude, but I am forced to admit that in every encounter we have had, she has held the advantage. Even out here in the middle of the forest, outside the walls of the Camarilla, she holds the advantage. "I'm disappointing in you. You had so much potential, caused quite the stir at the theater. So let me lay it out nice and easy, you stupid bitch: Callisto has done something bad. He has drunken the soul of another kindred, and for that the penalty is death. Right now only I know this, so you will do what I said because if not..." she smiles. "So, down to Feyetteville, to the chantry. I need you to recover all the important books, and burn the lesser ones. Assuming the have not already been raided. Is that clear?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>03-04-2014, 03:45:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I frown as I stare at her.&nbsp; I do not like this one bit.&nbsp; My mind is made up.&nbsp; I want us to take Elizabeth and her animals and leave this city.&nbsp; It isn't fair that I should have to risk losing you.&nbsp; I lift my bow but I do not fire an arrow.&nbsp; I want to though.&nbsp; I'm tired of the Camarilla already.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-04-2014, 04:00:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Reaching back, I place a hand on the wrist of your bow arm and gently push it down, the maneuvre will hopefully also serve as caution, to watch your words. Even here, a loose tongue is a liability when dealing with the Camarilla. "Yes it is clear, but do not insult Lexis," I speak slowly, balancing equal amounts of threat and caution in my words. Seeing Shara is confused I elaborate, "Do not call my ghoul a bitch," I also want her to apologize to you, but I know a kindred of Shara's type would only laugh at such a request.<br><br>&nbsp; As it is her friendly demeanor returns, "So you will retrieve the books?", I nod, reluctant but not seeing any other response I could offer. "But why me? The Tremere would trust someone like me to hold their precious books?", "Believe me Callisto, I am reluctant. But we cannot spare the soldiers, and as it happens, you are the kindred whose loyalty I can best ensure. Naturally you cannot read any of the book, if you do I will have you staked, and I will burn away at you flesh match by match. Just find them and return them. I know this must seem harsh, but the secrets of the Tremere are of the utmost importance to my clan,"<br><br>&nbsp; "And this does not have to be a one way relationship. For example, I can help you understand Camarilla matters. Did you know Alexis made quite the impression at the Elysium the other night? So much so that many kindred now have plans to try and aquire her for their own. Now me, I do not think she's worth the trouble. No offense intended, I just know how much you care about Callisto, and how much you would hate to be taken away from your Domitor," she grins at you, "But others believe that having such a ghoul as yourself will help advance their cause. I even know how they intend to gain ownership of you. They will engineer their ghoul to die at Callisto's hands, and then demand you at compensation. So you need to get out of town anyway, and to be on the safe side, don’t kill any ghouls. See, our relationship is already proving to be mutually beneficial,”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-04-2014, 04:04:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My eyes widen at her words and I apologize for mine.&nbsp; I gaze to you wanting even more now to get out of town.&nbsp; I cannot see why they would want me.&nbsp; How was it I made such an impression?&nbsp; I didn't do anything that I can recall that would garner any attention.&nbsp; <br><br>"Why....why would they want me?" I ask quietly.&nbsp; I am more than curious to know their reasoning as my gaze moves back to Shara but I do not look her in the eye.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-04-2014, 04:33:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Why? Well let us run over the list. You are very pleasing to the eye, you also have pale skin, enough so that you could pass as kindred yourself, with is currently a fashionable trait for one's thralls to posses. The loyalty you show to your Domitor is commendable, even by the standards of a thrall. The first time you showed up at the Elysium you were completely out of your depth, yet the second time you conducted yourself much better, indicating an ability to quickly adapt to new social settings. There is the story of how you accidentally staked a hound of the Prince, a good conversation starters for a private meeting in one's haven. The skill you demonstrated in your stage performance for us, and with the added affect of that crow on your shoulder left quite an impression, and you are still young, you wil take up new tricks well. And finally there is the matter of your blood, which was judged special enough to be bottled in the cellar. Everyone present smelt it in the air when you were injured. You are an exceptional thrall, and many feel your attributes are wasted on such a social pariah as Callisto. There words of course, not mine," Shara seems to be enjoying herself a little too much for my liking as she answers your question, but I permit it because if she is telling the truth I will need to know this. "But as I said, all this does is give you another reason to make haste for Feyetteville. I expect you to be leaving as soon as possible. Here, you can contact me on this if you need to," Shara tosses me a phone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-04-2014, 04:46:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I stare at her and sigh.&nbsp; It would seem my efforts to impress in hopes of making you look good were a bit too much.&nbsp; I gaze to the forest and I know Elizabeth is close by, watching.&nbsp; I worry though...when you leave, what's to stop them from just coming and taking me.&nbsp; I will discuss my fears with you once we are alone.&nbsp; I gaze back to Shara and the exchange with you.&nbsp; &nbsp; I hope this little excursion will not take long and won't be too dangerous....but if it were simple, the tremere would get the books themselves so I know there is a certain danger involved.&nbsp; I begin to pace as I wait. I'm more than ready to get out of there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-04-2014, 03:54:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; For a while me and Shara simply stare at each other, both of us careful to avoid the others eyes, two ancient creatures of the night, weary of their kin, the unknown and at times even the humans they live amongst. Then Shara turns and wordlessly walks to her jeep, driving off with what was no doubt a feeling of smug satisfaction, and why should she? I clench my fingers into fists, resisting the urge to break something, my car window still needs to be fixed from last time.<br><br>&nbsp; "Come on Elizabeth, let's go back to the haven," I know she is close enough to hear me call out, I can only hope she did not hear when Shara spoke the truth of what happened with Vince. "It seems the Camarilla is destined to be a thorn in our side no matter how hard we try to avoid them, doubly so for this Shara. Bloody Tremere, no good will come of this," I turn to you, leading you to the car whilst Elizabeth collects her animals.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-04-2014, 04:17:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and sigh.&nbsp; "Can't we just...leave the city?&nbsp; What happens if they try to take me while you're away....Or...worse....What happens if something happens to you..." My mind is racing and so are the questions that come from me.&nbsp; I go silent when I see Elizabeth though and held her with her animals.&nbsp; I do not want her knowing of this.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>06-04-2014, 03:42:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "We can discuss the details when we get home," My eyes hover on the disappearing tail lights of Shara's jeep, but then they turn to you. Already a plan is forming in my mind, "And you need to learn when to hold your tongue," I open the front door for you, and for Elizabeth when she arrives, almost hissing as the four animals pile into the backseats alongside her. The beast wants me to drive fast, no fun without risk after all and it too is frustrated by Shara cornering me, forcing me to do her dirty work, and it knows I can survive almost any care crash, but I resist its urges, driving slowly and in control, not speaking unless spoken to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>06-04-2014, 03:57:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you as you scold me but I slowly nod and apologize for my actions.&nbsp; I gaze back to Elizabeth and she is being quiet as she can sense your anger.&nbsp; I can as well and I go quiet along the car ride as well.&nbsp; I sigh and gaze out the window.&nbsp; I am worried about what could possibly happen to you.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-04-2014, 00:41:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Elizabeth seems to have warn herself out, but she is rather insistent in asking if the new haven will have room for another animal. "Isn't four enough?" I practically groan, "But this one will be for mamma," she explains. I look at you, not angry but bemused, wondering how much of this is just you going along with Elizabeth. At the same time, an animal can be a useful servant, and it seems we may be needing all the help we can get.<br><br>&nbsp; When we arrive back at the haven Elizabeth goes straight to bed, with her four animals of course. I almost stop her, to demands that two stay outside, but at this point I have rather given up on that notion. "Come, we have some things to talk about," I gently pull you into my room, forgetting that you may be hungry for mortal food.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-04-2014, 00:53:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile at her words and give you a gentle shrug.&nbsp; I am of course amusing her but I am curious at the same time to if I can learn to understand them.&nbsp; Once home I kiss her good night.&nbsp; She is still very much a child, but not a child at the same time.&nbsp; I think it does us both good for me to be mama and her my child.<br><br>I am hungry, but I do not object.&nbsp; I follow you to our room and close the door behind me.&nbsp; I gaze to you. "I...I don't like this..." I say speaking up to you even though I probably shouldn't.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-04-2014, 03:41:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; With a forced gentleness I lay the phone Shara gave me down on my table, next Vince’s book. “Of course you don’t like it. You shouldn’t, Shara has got me in just the position she wants. So we will all go to Feyetteville. Elizabeth can stay in the forest outside the settlement, whilst you and me will venture in and perform her task. Then we will deliver the books to the Tremere, and hopefully never have to deal with her again,” I lay out my plan. I sit on the bed and stare at you, for there is something else the conversation with Shara made me realize.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-04-2014, 04:04:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I listen as you tell me the plan and I tilt my head and gaze at you. I do not know how to read the look you are giving me. I slowly approach you, not sure but I almost feel as if I am in trouble.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-04-2014, 12:08:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Get undressed," I stand and smile at you. "You need to learn to control your mouth, a loose tongue is a dangerous liability when dealing with kindred,” I cannot blame you for this though, our world is foreign to you, even I can trip up in it when dealing with the Camarilla. And so whilst this is a punishment, it is a mild one, and is also a test and a chance for you to learn.<br><br>&nbsp; I move to pick up your collar, trailing my fingers across the underside of your chin as I walk past you. With the collar dandling loosely from my grasp I sit back down on the side of the bed. “Lie across my lap face down Lexis,” I instruct you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-04-2014, 19:07:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My eyes never leave yours and I tremble slightly.&nbsp; I slowly undress and I move toward you.&nbsp; "I'm sorry Callisto..." I apologize again.&nbsp; I of course do not disobey you though.&nbsp; I lie across your lap, knowing what's coming and I tense lightly.&nbsp; I am trembling lightly and I close my eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-04-2014, 19:39:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "It is okay Lexis. So much has happened since I brought you into my world, it is easy to forget that you are still a newcomer. You have much to learn, and this will help you,” I run a knuckle down the curve of your spine, softly brushing it against the skin of your tensed behind. With my other hand I lift the collar to your lips. “Take this in your mouth. Do not let it fall out, but when we are finished I will inspect it, and I do not want to see any teeth marks on it. Do you understand?” Once you have responded I raise my hand and, after a count of four, bring it down firmly on your buttocks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-04-2014, 20:13:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shiver at your light touch.&nbsp; I open my mouth and take my collar in and I tremble at your words.&nbsp; I'm not sure I am going to pass this test.&nbsp; Not dropping it, I'm sure I can do, but the no teeth print, I'm not so sure on.&nbsp; I nod my head and tense as you count down and yelp as you strike.&nbsp; It's a muffled yelp but I manage to not drop the collar and I tremble even more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-04-2014, 20:43:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I follow up the first spank with another four at a quick, steady rhythm. On the fifth I stop and gently pat the reddening skin. “I’m going to go to twenty,” I give you a moment to catch your breath, then resuming. My hand against your skin is just as hard for the next five spanks, but this time they come ever so slightly faster. I stop once I am halfway through, carefully observing how well you are taking to the task I have set you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-04-2014, 21:07:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My screams are muffled by the collar I am holding tightly to.&nbsp; I know I'm most certainly leaving marks in the leather, but I can not help it.&nbsp; I do not wish to waken Elizabeth nor do I wish to drop the collar.&nbsp; Tears are streaming down my cheeks and I only wish for it to be over but fear another punishment will come with my failure.&nbsp; More and more I am wanting to leave this city and find a place where no one will bother us.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-04-2014, 22:00:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "There there Lexis," I lay my right arm across your lower back, gently gripping your side. My left hand rises to stroke your hair and cheek, brushing away your tears. "You are doing so well,” My arm reaches under you to hold you in a loose embrace, giving you time to gather yourself. Perhaps I am going too fast, expecting you to learn too quickly. However, we cannot always control the situations we find ourselves in, and through the machination of others, I find us in a situation that will require you to learn very quickly.<br><br>&nbsp; “We are halfway through, let us now finish,” I warn you gently after a short while. I trail my fingers down your spine slowly, ending in a soft slap which I nevertheless count towards the twenty. I do however consider that perhaps it would easier on you if I just got the last nine over with. The pace is the same as I started on, each spank firm but not quite at the full strength of even a regular human. When I am done a gently remove the leather collar from your mouth to inspect it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-04-2014, 22:29:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tremble at your light touch and nod softly as I calm, but as you resume, so do the tears.&nbsp; My bottom is red and sore when you finish and as you take the collar from my mouth, my fear rises so much you can smell it as my heart races.&nbsp; I am sure there are teeth marks as I bit down to cope with the pain.&nbsp; I do not move though I want to run.&nbsp; Run and hide from you, the one I love so dearly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-04-2014, 23:36:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I take my time inspecting the collar in silence; there are indeed two sets of teeth marks a millimetre apart from where the collar slipped ever so slightly. I dangle the collar in front of you, “You didn’t quite managed to follow my instructions. However,” I can sense your fear, and I do not want to scared. I want you dedicated. I toss the collar aside, “You tried your best, and this was your first attempt. I am proud of you Lexis. Come here,” I gently lift your naked body up and pull it towards me, your back against my chest. Then I lie down with my arms across your chest, a stray finger tickling your stomach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-04-2014, 23:42:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My racing heart and fear calms as you lift me up and pull my body to yours.&nbsp; &nbsp;My breathing slows to a normal pace as I lie with you.&nbsp; I am relieved you aren't going to punish me again.&nbsp; I sigh softly and and purr at your now gentle touch.&nbsp; I turn my head and place a gentle kiss against your throat.&nbsp; "I love you Callisto" I whisper
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-04-2014, 00:17:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "I love you to Lexis," I kiss your lips, your neck and cheek, sensing the dull taste of salt on my tongue. I hold you for a while longer, but then I become curious of my handiwork that made you suffer so. I sit up and roll you onto your stomach, observing your red bottom. I lean in and kiss each sore cheek, drawing fine circles with a single nail across the skin. “This must have been difficult to endure, but you managed,”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-04-2014, 00:21:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I lay on my stomach and whimper at your touch.&nbsp; Even it hurts and your nail causes me to hiss in pain.&nbsp; "I...I hope you&nbsp; never have to do that again..." I say softly.&nbsp; I plan to do everything I can to ensure it doesn't.&nbsp; Meaning not saying a word in the presence of other kindred.&nbsp; Part of me&nbsp; hopes the place we are going to catches fire and burns down before we arrive along with everything in it.&nbsp; Stupid Tremere...they don't deserve to get their books back.&nbsp; If they're so important, why don't they get them themselves.&nbsp; I wonder, but I keep my thoughts to myself.&nbsp; I am fearful to even express my distaste at the moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-04-2014, 00:51:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; “I hope so too,” despite noticing the discomfort I am causing you with my nail do not stop, as I feel it will help emphasize what I am about to say. “You risked angering Shara by challenging her, when she now controls my fate with the Prince. You also let her know Elizabeth. She is a century old ghoul, a useful thrall for any kindred. You are lucky Shara did not notice this. You must be careful, the dangers of the night are not always obvious,” I pause for a moment, then finally remove my nail from your red skin. “But now you have you have been educated on the matter, and you will remember,” I kiss each cheek one last time, then lie back down next to you, stroking your hair and kissing the crown of your head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-04-2014, 01:03:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I sigh and lay my head on your chest.&nbsp; "She knows she's a ghoul...but doesn't know how old...Can't we just leave this place?&nbsp; Get in our car, drive away and never look back?&nbsp; Find a place where no one will bother us?" I ask softly.&nbsp; I am fearful for you...for me and for Elizabeth.&nbsp; "I don't want anything to do with Shara or the Prince or the Camerilla ever again..." I say softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-04-2014, 02:22:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Yes, you are right, we are lucky. Leave the Camarilla? That would be difficult. The Camarilla lay claim the four corners of the world, and whilst this is not true, where there rule does not hold others have taken over, usually the Sabbat. But yes, we shall leave here. I cannot stay, it would leave me as nothing more than a hound to Shara, but if I do not perform this task for her, she will have me hunted down, for she is a spiteful bitch. If I do this one thing for her, she will be far more inclined to let me leave without incident,” I shift about underneath you, the thought of my predicament making me restless.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-04-2014, 02:44:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I sigh softly.&nbsp; "But what if she doesn't.&nbsp; What if she expects you to do more and more for her and you become just that...a hound for her?"&nbsp; I say as I nuzzle against you.&nbsp; This all seems like a lose/lose situation to me.&nbsp; I remain silent after my initial comment as I do not wish to upset you farther.&nbsp; "Be straight up with me...how dangerous is this going to be?" I ask you suddenly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>10-04-2014, 02:38:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; “It is possible,” I reluctantly admit, “But once I have done this one task for her, she will have received something from me for nothing, which will placate her insane belief that others exist only to serve HER purposes. And besides, kindred like Shara makes plans for decades. She will know that if she lets me go, she could run into me again on some future night, and she would still have leverage over me,” Your next question troubles me more so. “I do not know. The Sabbat are nomadic warriors, it will depend how many packs assembled for the attack, and how many have stayed there,” I hope the raid was not judged important enough for the Swords of Cain to send a templar to head the assault.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>10-04-2014, 03:12:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I do not like&nbsp; your answer.&nbsp; I am scared and I don't wish to do this.&nbsp; I sigh softly and turn away from you.&nbsp; My fear about what could happen is rising.&nbsp; "They have to be well protected Callisto...why else wouldn't she just go get them herself? Why send someone else?&nbsp; It means there's a good chance you, or I, or both of us could be killed doing this..." I say softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>10-04-2014, 22:10:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I can tell you are not pleased with the situation, I cannot blame you as neither am I, but I feel I have a greater chance against blind destruction than a scheming mage. “The Tremere are book worms, not soldiers. I am somewhat more formidable in combat, and a have a most capable ghoul. And the Sabbat will not wish to stay at a Tremere chantry, they will have left after looting it. We can go in, search the place and go out in the space of a single night. We may not even run into a single Sabbat pack,”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>10-04-2014, 22:59:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I sigh and gaze back to you.&nbsp; It seems you have more confidence in me than I do myself.&nbsp; "promise me...promise me you won't let anything happen to me..." I say softly.&nbsp; I am recalling being kept separated from you and I do not wish it to happen again.&nbsp; My biggest fear is being apart from you.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>12-04-2014, 18:17:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I run the back of my fingers down along your back and when you turn around to face me again I kiss your lips, biting you softly. “I promise you Lexis. The Sabbat have little reason to quarrel with us, and if it comes to it, I can handle myself in a fight,” my voice drops to a whisper, “We took out Vince, and he was over a hundred years of age. That was an incredible achievement,” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>12-04-2014, 19:33:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp as you bite me gently and I gaze up to you.&nbsp; I nod a bit.&nbsp; "I know...but he was just one vampire..." I sigh.&nbsp; I am really nervous about all this.&nbsp; I snuggle against your chest.&nbsp; "Let's just get this over with..." I whisper.&nbsp; "Sooner its done the sooner you can tell Shara to leave us alone..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 02:26:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "A strong vampire is worth a dozen shovel heads," Though I sound confident I share some of your concerns, but at the same time in the Camarilla the Sabbat is given a certain mystique, an awed admission of their superior abilities of violence that can cause them to be over estimated. Still, I do not like it, even if the Tremere are just being cowards. “Yes, we can both look forwards to that,” I hold you in my arms, you seem ready to fall asleep. Meanwhile my mind is racing, but to no avail. There is nothing I can do to prepare, I have read many times, memorized even, the scant knowledge my books hold on the Tremere, and which the Sabbat there are simply too many possibilities.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 05:54:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I drift off to sleep in your arms and I sleep soundly within them even if my sleep is plagued with nightmares.&nbsp; My eyes fly open at some point and my heart is racing.&nbsp; I look around and sigh as I see you.&nbsp; I am not looking forward to sundown but it must be done.&nbsp; I pull myself from your arms and I go check on Elizabeth before I begin to prepare myself for the night that is to come.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 14:22:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Once you are asleep I kiss you on the cheek, then gently detach myself from you, making sure to cover your sleeping form with the blanket. I remember the book, with all the chaos of late I have not had time to study its alluring pages. But now I do, sitting down at the desk to read about how to bond the living darkness, to my blood and to my will. The first ritual I must learn is one to pierce the mundane darkness of the night, but in turn the light will hide the world from me, not reveal it. I swear softly, this will not help me, but it should be of no surprise. Learning to wield the essence of the Abyss it not a one night matter, I will master the more powerful secrets another time. Half an hour before the dawn light send me to sleep, I join you in the bed, holding your hand in mine.<br><br>&nbsp; In the late morning you find Elizabeth playing with her animals, but in a more subdued manner than you are used to seeing in the young girl. She evidently senses something is up with the two of us, but she does not ask, simply saying that she and her animals are happy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 16:53:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to her and nod. I do not wish to worry her with what may or may not happen. I am doing my best to trust you and that things will go smoothly. She will accompany us of course as I will not leave her behind. I've grown to live her as if she were my own and in my eyes she now is.<br><br>I start to become anxious as the sun sets and I pack up for the trip. Elizabeth asks where we are going and I tell her on a short vacation. She asks about her animals and I explain she may bring only one but assure her we should only be gone for a couple nights while thinking I hope we can get in and out in one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 19:36:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Elizabeth agonizes over the choice, consulting each of the four animals before finally choosing Priscilla to accompany her, talking at length Joseph that he is not to run away whilst she is gone. Seeing you pack she wishes to do so as well, but only the clothes you have bought her and no bag to take them in, and so she decide that she will be the one to pack the food, heading to the fridge to do just that. “How is this so cold?” she asks, as she empties the shelves onto the table to be sorted.<br><br>&nbsp; Twenty minutes after sunset I am awake, but not quite ready to rise. I lie still, looking to the wall on my side, double and triple checking everything I know about this excursion.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 21:14:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to her and pack her clothes with mine. I explain she doesn't need to bring the food. We will be coming back but I do help her pack some snacks.&nbsp; We make sure to leave food out for her animals. I move to your room after subset. "Elizabeth and I are ready when you are. I act calm but my racing heart shows my true fear.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>14-04-2014, 05:44:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; With you there in the room I find the will to rise and, realizing it is but another thing that slipped my mind, I take a shower and change into a fresh suit. “You are packed already, good thinking,” I lay an arm across your shoulder, gently pulling you against me. I myself pack my most valuable books in my library, including the one from Vince, as I am loathed to leave them unguarded. Apart from them I take a spare change of clothes and five hundred dollars. “I will need to feed before we arrive,” I note as I walk you down the stairs, Elizabeth following with Priscilla held to her chest in both hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>14-04-2014, 06:13:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod to you and smile to Elizabeth.&nbsp; "Should we decide to leave the city when we return, please allow her to bring her other animals as well, " I whisper to you as we head down to the car.&nbsp; I let Elizabeth in the back before taking my spot beside you in the front.&nbsp; I hope this goes well and nothing goes wrong.&nbsp; I'm really nervous about this and I am trying to hide it from Elizabeth and from you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>15-04-2014, 06:00:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Of course," I nod. Although initially the animals presence annoyed me to no end, I have grown use to them, and more importantly I know how devastating it would be for Elizabeth to lose her friends, and I do not wish that, even with the blood they will require. Attempting to calm you I hold your hand, squeezing tightly as I run over what would be useful to have. Food, a mobil phone for each of us, and most importantly, “Do you have your bow packed?” I have a feeling we will need it.<br><br>&nbsp; The trip to Feyetteville will take most of the night, and although Elizabeth is becoming more accustomed to the wonders of the modern night, locked for so long in a metal box quickly proves to be a daunting prospect. My beast agrees with her, and not long after the first hour mark we are both fidgeting, with Priscilla getting up on the nervous energy and craw-ing loudly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>15-04-2014, 12:54:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I do my best to keep Elizabeth distracted for the drive. The closer we get though the more nervous I become. I check my quiver. I have close to 20 iron arrows and I hope it will be enough. My fingers idly run over the feathers&nbsp; of one of the arrows.<br><br>I gaze to you. "I'm guessing we will get a place for the day and go in tonight?" But a part of me wonders if I shouldn't go in during the day as vampires will be sleep at that point.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>18-04-2014, 04:00:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Your success with distracting Elizabeth is mixed, but for the most part you manage to keep her calm as you rattle off what you know about cars, roads and street lights, whilst she interjects with her own theories, like how every light is a trapped fairy, and asks many more questions. I find myself twitching periodically, with my fingers itching to release the steering wheel, but I stay focused. “Yes, we will find accommodation just outside the town. A motel. We can stay the night there,” I recall back in Italy, the lovely little houses with spare beds where a smiling landlady would insist on cooking you breakfast. When my pack was travelling along the coast we would sometimes stay in such places. It was shame what would happen to the owners.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>18-04-2014, 04:11:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and nod.&nbsp; I look back at Elizabeth.&nbsp; Part of me sees her as a mere child and I wonder if she would like the things a child likes.&nbsp; I smile as I picture a room full of toys for her.&nbsp; Someday I'll make it happen if she'd like.&nbsp; I gaze back to you again.&nbsp; "How much farther?" I finally ask.&nbsp; I, too, am getting a bit antsy.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>19-04-2014, 04:14:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "About an hour more, I think," I am not sure, I have never been here, and I'm going entirely off the road signs of the mortals, which are not always clear to me. About and hour and three quarters later I am out of time. Feyetteville is still five miles away, but the Sun if fast approaching, it proximity is already driving the beast back, a welcome respite, but my lethargy will quickly become dangerous if I keep driving.<br><br>&nbsp; I find a cheap, nondescript roadside motel, and check in, my piercing gaze and voice cutting off any objections or comments the man behind the desk could have made about our group. Inside the room I am already fighting the urge to sleep, and possibly dream. As quick as I can I give you instruction. "Scout the settlement Lexis. Look for the chantry, an old manor, abandoned university building, recently damaged in the attack. Then come back here... I stumble into the bathroom and slump down against the wall, having no time to sun proof the bedroom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>19-04-2014, 04:21:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I quickly shut the bathroom door to block out any sunlight.&nbsp; I gaze to Elizabeth.&nbsp; I smile to her.&nbsp; "You need to get some sleep.&nbsp; &nbsp;I'll be back as soon as I can." I say to her.&nbsp; Elizabeth crawls into bed and insists I take Priscilla.&nbsp; I smile and nod to her and Priscilla perches on my shoulder.&nbsp; As I leave I hang a do not disturb sign on the door.<br><br>I make my way to Fayetteville and gaze about.&nbsp; I finally find the Chantry.&nbsp; I look around and slip inside.&nbsp; Priscilla flies and perches on the roof to wait for me.&nbsp; The chantry is in ruins but I look for the books, hoping I can get them and get out of there, back to you so we can go home.&nbsp; <br><br>I'm not aware however, that I'm not alone...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>21-04-2014, 03:55:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Elizabeth hugs you by the waist and makes you promise you will return, sending Priscilla with you to keep an eye on you. She is however exhausted, and so she lies down on the bed and instantly falls asleep. You leave the two of us to head for Fayetteville, wondering if you should take your bow with you.<br><br>&nbsp; Leaving the motel you head down the road, finding a bus that will take you into the town. Once there you buy a newspaper and read about an attack on Rothden Manor, a former university dorm purchased by a copper tycoon in the mid 50s. 6 days ago police were called to the location after there were reports of gunshots. By the time the police arrived on the scene, the place had been torched, and the perpetrators were gone.<br><br>&nbsp; It does not take long to find Rothden Manor, fancy wrought iron gates broken open, a feat of extreme strength. You slip inside and walk up the immaculately kept lawn, cut at alternating angles to divide the lawn into strips. You find the half-charred mansion, the firefighters were only able to save a single wing of the building. Inside the remaining room are three creatures that serve the Sabbat. Two are hounds, the size of ponies with augmented fangs jutting out of their enormous jaws, whilst the third is little more than a hound, although he does look almost human. Bigger, stronger, more bestial. He was told to kill anything that returned her by night, but you have returned by day. It ponders what to do, eventually decided that it must capture you for its mistress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>21-04-2014, 05:39:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I heard them before I saw them.&nbsp; My eyes widen in fear as I've never seen anything like this before. and I had little time to react as I reached for an arrow.&nbsp; Three of them and only one of me.&nbsp; I didn't stand much of a chance.&nbsp; "Bring Callisto..." I told Priscilla and waved her off me and then did the only thing I knew to do.&nbsp; I ran and tried to find a place to hide before they caught me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>22-04-2014, 03:44:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; The two hounds, once a Rottweiler and German Shepard, growl and bark, alerting you to their presence just before they charge at you, with the bestial humanoid close behind. You turn and see the three monstrosities bearing down upon you. You have just enough time send Priscilla off and notch an arrow, barely managing to fire the projectile. Not that it matters as the iron tip is unable to penetrate the reinforced ribcage of the humanoid.<br><br>&nbsp; You turn to run, heading for the only part of the building left standing. It takes but a moment for the hounds to catch up to you. They snap viciously at your fells and waist, the German Sheppard, or twisted mockery thereof, managing to draw blood just above the hip. Then when you are just three meters from the doorway to what is left of the manor, a study by the looks of it, the Rottweiler body checks you, sending you sprawling, and gripping your ankle between your jaws. The other hound stays back, tensed and ready to jump on you should you try anything, and the humanoid is likewise closing in, a slouching gait, its hands almost touching the ground.<br><br>&nbsp; Priscilla meanwhile flies back to the motel as fast as she can, where both I and Elizabeth are sleeping.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>22-04-2014, 05:48:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I scream as I run and frown as my arrow does nothing.&nbsp; It would have hit its mark had it penetrated.&nbsp; My heart is racing and I cry out as the German Sheppard bites my hip but I keep running for the door, hoping for some shelter or to at least slow them down.<br><br>I scream again at the Rottweiler knocks me off my feet and has my ankle in its jaws.&nbsp; I gaze back and see the humanoid approaching.&nbsp; My heart is racing and my fear is rising as I fear I will never see you or Elizabeth again.&nbsp; I only hope to survive long enough for the sun to set and for you to find me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>23-04-2014, 03:58:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; The German Shepard stalks you, head and shoulders held low, ears pricked back, carefully placing each paw in front of the others. Gradually it draws nearer, the humanoid stopping to observe this. Each hound is about a third bigger than the standard for their breed, their skin stretch taut over bulging, unnatural muscles. The jaws have each been elongated, and their fangs are massive white points with serrated edges. Up closer however their fur and eyes seems normal. You wonder what could have twisted these animals into such unholy forms.<br><br>&nbsp; However the hounds are nothing compared to the human, who looks like a bodybuilder was used as a pin cushion: his arms, shoulders, chest, even his neck bulge with muscles, but the skin is occasionally punctured by an outwards jutting spiked protrusion of bone. His bald head is marked along the centre with a row of smaller spike, but these are more elaborate in design, flaring midway before whittling down into a pronounced tip. His fingers are thick, and seem like they could not be straitened properly anymore, and his chest swells outwards, as if he were always holding his breath. His only garb is a pair of tight fitting black leather shorts, badly frayed and mud smeared. His eyes are as bestial as the hounds; his mouth hangs open loosely to reveal teeth filed to a point.<br><br>&nbsp; He stands back, watching the hounds, as the German Sheppard sniffs at your face, the Rottweiler growling at any response you give, gently shaking its jaws. Then he takes a step forwards and slams a clenched fist of swollen fingers into the ground, sending the hounds scattering back. He stands above you, still not entirely sure if he shouldn’t just kill you. But no, mistress may be interested in this creature. Instead he indicates inside the study. You can see that whilst the outer side of the walls are badly charred, the fire barely reach inside. Her the damage was done by the opposite: the blue carpet is waterlogged, sodden wall paper dangles off the wall, and even amid that, there is still the faintest scent of smoke from within.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-04-2014, 02:25:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am terrified as I gaze from hound to hound and then to the humanoid.&nbsp; I don't know what to do.&nbsp; I can't outrun them and I fear if I try they'll rip me to shreds.&nbsp; I slowly enter the study and I gaze about.&nbsp; A stack of books in the corner catches my eye but I do not go for them.&nbsp; I look around and there is no way out but the door.&nbsp; Instead I spy a wooden chair and I move to sit on it.&nbsp; Now, all I can do is wait...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>30-04-2014, 04:43:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; You back away into the remains of the study, feet squelching in the ruined carpet. The books that catch your attention are not the ones you seek, being for pleasure more than occult knowledge. Inside the smell of smoke disappears, replaced by the heavy scent of rot. Outside the humanoid sends the hounds off, who had been edging closer after their initial scare. He is hungry, and considers eating you. But no, mistress will want to see you. Instead he lies restlessly at the doorway, growling and squinting in the sunlight, whilst the hounds circle the building. After half an hour he rises, off to hunt, leaving the two beastly hounds to guard you.<br><br>&nbsp; Priscilla meanwhile arrives back, pecking at the window until a tired Elizabeth wakes up and lets her in. Hearing what the bird has to say, monsters, beasts that shout and you being scared. She rushes into the bathroom, luckily the deadly rays of the mid morning sun miss my sleeping form. “Wake up, wake up! She’s in trouble! Moma’s in trouble, we need to help!” My eyes open and I weakly push her away. I vaguely comprehend her words, the urgency, and deep within the full realization hits me like a dagger, but it is the part of me that has hidden by day. Seeing that it is useless Elizabeth leaves me, returning to her bed, but she is sick with worry and cannot easily find sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>30-04-2014, 12:34:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I sigh. Alone in the room, I can at least search for the books. I begin to look around. I can hear the hounds walking around outside so I know escape is not an option. Part of me fears I'll never see you again. A big part of me is terrified I'll soon be killed. More and more I realize, you and I are just pawns in this game played by the one who sent us here. They don't care if we perish or not. If Isurvive, I hope to never have to Deal with the camarilla again
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>01-05-2014, 04:39:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; You head to the book pile, water damage making them hard to recognize. In what little you can identify, you manage to find Moby Dick, The Flowers of Evil, Metamorphosis, The Reader, Like Water for Chocolate, Dracula, A Doll’s House, The Brothers’ Grim Fairy Tales and The Red Badge of Courage, some of the titles are old printings, and would have been worth a lot of money in mint condition.<br><br>&nbsp; The humanoid is gone, but the hounds remains outside, stalking, snorting, growling. Occasionally you see them, as they dare venture to the open door way, just close enough to be visible. At one point you hear a man screaming, followed by a sick noise of chomping and chewing.<br><br>&nbsp; Looking around the study you find some journals, possibly to record research notes. You also find a wardrobe of velvet dinner jackets and dressing gowns in the wall, and bizarrely two leather whips hang from the wall. On a desk you find some ornate bronze letter openers that look like they could be used as a dagger, and in the corner you find a locked safe, 2 by 3 by 3 feet.<br><br>&nbsp; It is a stressful day for all of us, as you and Elizabeth are worried, but unable to do anything about it, and my sleep is haunted by the subconscious realization of what Elizabeth told me. Eventually however the sun begins to set.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>01-05-2014, 05:47:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I run my fingers over the letter openers and tuck them away to use as a weapon if I need to.&nbsp; The safe catches my eye, but of course I don't know the combination and safe cracking isn't in my resume...so, I don't bother with it.&nbsp; I gaze out a high window and I can see it's getting late.&nbsp; Checking my phone, I know it is almost sunset.&nbsp; The question is, who will get there first?&nbsp; The sabbat?&nbsp; Or you?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-05-2014, 05:29:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; I rise ever so earlier than the Sabbat, but they are so much closer to you, it does not matter how quickly I drive towards Fayetteville. Elizabeth is in the back seat as there is no way I am leaving her alone in the motel. She is cuddling Priscilla to her chest, talking about how useful Francis would be in getting you back from the Sabbat.<br><br>&nbsp; “What is it darling?” a gruff feminine voice cuts through the early evening air. You can hear no reply, but the women continues talking, “Oh really? That is interesting. You did well not to eat him. And I see you found someone else anyway. Clear up you mess darling,” there are several nearly human growls and a bark, then two humanoids enter the study. The first is a woman, her short, dirty blonde hair in a ponytail, with a jacket and miniskirt of tartan and brown Dr Martins. After her comes an older man, his tanned skin speaks of a Mexican heritage, his oily black hair stuck to the top of his scalp. He is dressed in a blue and white striped wife-beater with black cargo pants, and has a fire axe slung lazily over his shoulder. “Well look at what my pet dragged in here…” the woman notes, approaching you slowly whilst the man guards the exit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>02-05-2014, 05:50:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My heart begins to race as I hear the voices and then see the two enter. As a mere ghoul, I don't stand a chance against two vampires. I back away from her as she approaches. My mind is screaming for you to hurry. My eyes move from the woman to the man and then back to the woman again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>03-05-2014, 04:24:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; “I thought Zach said it was a he,” the male notes idly, “My darling is a bit confused about that. It thinks everyone is a he, like it used to be. Now what are you doing here sugar? Did the Camarilla forget that we have flunkies too? Is that why you are here? What did they tell you, the one who gave you their blood? That you were special, sugar? That you were a superhero? Live forever? That you would just slip in whilst we slept, no problem? The Camarilla lies sweetie. So tell us what they wanted, why they sent you. If you don’t, I will make you scream, and then you will tell us, if I let you,” The woman has been walking towards in a slow, wavy line. Now she stops, and arm’s length from you, eying the broken skin of your hip, the dried blood on your waist. The man stays at the door, nodding in approval of his companion’s words, “Did they tell you how to open the safe?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>03-05-2014, 19:59:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexis gazed at the woman. Her heart was racing. What did she do? She backed further away from her. "I assure you I'm not part of the camarilla and it isn't by my choice that I'm here." She said to her. She had to stall for time. She only hoped Callisto would find her in time.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-05-2014, 04:51:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Yes you are!" the women steps forwards as you back away. You are faster, more agile than she is, but you are also scared, and quickly find yourself against a wall with nowhere to go. "There is no third choice here, sugar. You are either with us, or against us. And you sure don't look like you belong to the Swords of Cain," the woman grips your chin, something in the tips of her fingers making your skin twitch beneath them. "I know you aren't here by your choice. They asked you, and you like a good little lap dog you scurried off here,"<br><br>&nbsp; "She doesn't know anything Sra," the man loses interest in you and the safe. "Just kill her and let's return," Sra shakes her head reluctantly, "Not so fast, I'm sorry to keep you waiting Fanta," she turns to look at him, "But poor baby got nipped, and I can smell her blood. Its too precious, we cannot kill her without a taste first," as if intrigued, Fanta takes several steps forwards, whilst Sra continues to hold you by the jaw, her fingers prodding at the wound on your waist.<br><br>&nbsp; Having sped down the motorway I am just entering Fayetteville, but I realize I will need to stop and ask for direction. I do not know where the chantry is, and I strike the steering wheel in frustration at this realization.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-05-2014, 19:12:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I whimper. My heart races and my mind is screaming for you to hurry. I stare at the two. Great. They're going to kill me. I think. I try to struggle but its useless. She's too strong. Please...don't kill me, I whisper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-05-2014, 04:01:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Well that all depends," Sra mumbles, pushing your head to the side to bite you exposed neck. Fanta looks on quizzically for several moments, then joins in, his fangs finding the flesh of your upper arm. They drink greedily, leaving you light headed. "You’ve had your drink Sra, I admit, it was good. Now let’s kill her and get back,” he readies the fire axe. “Oh don’t be so swift,” Sra lays her hand on Fanta’s wrist. “Eerie would be so angry, if he finds out we tried such good blood, and didn’t bring her any. Let’s take her back,”<br><br>&nbsp; The two release you, continuing to argue. “Why bother? She’s good, but not worth the effort,” Fanta says, but he is starting to come round. In your weakened state their words seem to float slowly through the air towards you. Sra with her plain, working class mannerisms, Fanta’s harder to place, as there is a trace of Spanish in his voice, Columbian perhaps. Eventually they decide to take you back to the rest of their pack. Sra grabs you by the arm and pulls you out of the room, ordering one of her pets to follow, leaving the other two behind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-05-2014, 16:32:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze at them as they approach me and I whimper at the bite before they pleasure washes over me. I can feel myself getting weaker especially after the second bite. I nearly drop when they seal their bite marks. I can hear their words but they really aren't sinking in until she grabs me by the arm and half pulls half drags me with her.<br><br>No. She can't move me. You'll never find me if she does. I'm beginning to panic but I don't have the strength to fight her. My mind is racing. Perhaps if I'm good they'll keep me alive long enough for you to find me. "Callisto...." I whisper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>06-05-2014, 02:57:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; “What was that, what did you say sugar?” Sra asks as you whisper your vampire’s name. The two lead you through the deserted street. To the few who do see you, it simply appears that the two of them are accompanying a drunken friend home, holding her between them. Some may be suspicious, you are noticeably younger than the other two, but even then, the police would be slow to react. Too slow. By the time they respond and talk to those who reported it, the Sabbat have returned to their lair, along with their prize. You are vaguely aware of passing through an opening, the scent of smoke, round a corner, then the blinding glare of a fire in a rusted metal barrel, and feral sounds of others.<br><br>&nbsp; Finally I find someone out on the streets and command him to assist me. A mild breach of the tradition, but I am beyond caring. I race to the burned down manor, leaving Elizabeth in the car where she promises to stay. “Lexis!” I call out as I rush into the ruins, but all that answers me is a growl.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>06-05-2014, 03:40:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I tremble as she speaks to me.&nbsp; I am near delirious and I can barely think. I whimper as I am led along.&nbsp; I have no idea where I am or where I am going.&nbsp; I only hope you will find me...alive...at least enough to embrace me.&nbsp; I am not willing to leave you or Elizabeth behind.<br><br>Elizabeth is becoming more and more anxious.&nbsp; She whispers to Priscilla.&nbsp; "Find Mama..." She sends her bird out as you race into the manor but she is a good girl and stays in the car, hiding within it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 02:10:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Sra ignores your silent disorientation in response to her question, but seems to remember it. With the fire still glaring in your eye you are forced to your knees, held up by your hair and shoulder. "This is a Camarilla lapdog, sent to see what we did with the Tremere haven. She has very sweet blood, you should try it Eerie. But first, tell us about yourself sugar. Who is your master, what clan are they. Tremere? Ventrue? Bruja? Wil they come to save you?” As your eyes adjust to the flickering flame, you begin to make out two figures: a tall, thin man standing besides the fire, holding a blazing torch, and a fat, dark haired women, sitting on a throne cobbled together from broken crates and cinderblocks.<br><br>&nbsp; I turn and see the charging hound, instantly recognizing the handiwork of Tzimische fleshcrafting. Powerful jaws, thick skin, but I am stronger, and I find myself in need of something to tear. The creature locks jaws around my thigh, sharpened teeth ripping through the trouser leg and the flesh beneath. But that is replaceable, and I grit my teeth through the pain, fingers seeking its neck, their strength fueled by the cold blood of my veins, stirred by the roar of my beast. Elizabeth waits anxiously in the car, worried she this time she may not be able to get you back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 02:31:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I yelp softly as I am forced to my knees then held up by my hair. I blink and gaze about.&nbsp; "We aren't Camarilla..." I tell them.&nbsp; I have no choice but to keep them pleased for the moment if I have any hope of seeing you again.&nbsp; "My master...is Callisto...Clan Lasombra..." I state.&nbsp; "Will he come for me?" I repeat the question.&nbsp; "I...I hope so..." I whisper.<br><br>Somewhere overheard by some miracle there is a caw caw...before a bird flies away.<br><br>Elizabeth fidgets.&nbsp; She can hear the fighting and is becoming more and more anxious.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-05-2014, 21:29:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Lasombra!" the dark haired woman exclaims, jumping towards you, off her makeshift throne. "Antitribu," Fanta declares solemnly. The four of them gathering around you, the queen standing directly in front of you, with Sra to her side, Fanta and the torch wielder standing behind you. Someone still grips your hair firmly, and you can hear the spluttering of the torch, feel its blaze on the skin of your neck. "I hope he will come," the ductus of the pack proclaims, her accent sounding&nbsp; like one from the northern part of the east coast. "Because your master betrayed his clan. And when he comes to collect you, we will cleanse his traitorous blood, and then induct you into the Sabbat, to replace the lost blood of your master," Fanta releases your hair, and the four of the sit in a circle, whilst Sra produces an meat cleaver and battered pewter goblet. The German Shepard stays beside you, growling whenever you move.<br><br>&nbsp; I stand up from the ground, dropping the torn of head of the Rottweiler, fingers slick with blood, the scorched grass beneath my feet likewise wet with vitae. I am limping, but I am already healing the injury, and then it when I am blindsided by the Szlacha, who tackles me and easily takes me to the ground, able to match my own augmented strength. That is when I unleash the darkness, leaving it blinded and weakened. My fists strike his ribcage, which has been reinforced, a second one laid over the first. Its own animalistic ferocity serves it well, he almost tears my arm off, but eventually its rage starts to dull, whereas as mine will burn slowly throughout the night. I defeated the guardians of the mansion, but all this gains me is your discarded bow. Fortunately however Priscilla returns to the car, telling Elizabeth what she saw.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-05-2014, 22:49:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am trembling. "no please...don't kill him...I beg them. He was only protecting me..." I stammer. "I managed to stake one of the prince's hounds..."I ramble on. It seems I don't know when to keep my mouth shut. I am scared. For you and for me...Elizabeth...my mind screams. No. I have to fight. But I can't take on four vampires...I'm not even sure you can. I'm sorry Callisto...I think. I lower my eyes to hide my tears.<br><br>Priscilla tells Elizabeth how many there are and strangely what has been said about killing Callisto and making me sabbat. I can only hope you can come up with a plan to keep us alive.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>10-05-2014, 04:50:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Shut up bitch!” the man with the torch yells at you, throwing the burning stick in your general direction, more an attempt to scare you than to harm. “Still, stacking a hound is impressive, for a ghoul,” Sra notes, “You’ll make a good Sabbat sugar, if you manage to dig yourself out,” The four of them proceed with their ritual, Sra holds the goblet in one hand and knife in the other hand, naming herself scourge of the Degenerates. She opens her wrist and allows a shallow palm flow into the goblet, then passes it to the Ductus, who names herself Eerie, Ductus of the Mage Raiders. Fanta names himself Trislayer, and the final member is Twitch, Catcher of Whispers. Each other member adds their own vitae to the mix, and then on a second round they each drink each other’s blood. With the Valderie concluded, and each member begins to prepare themselves for the battle, leaving you unattended as even the German Sheppard, who Sra refers to as Git, is repositioned to passageway through which you were brought into the courtyard.<br><br>&nbsp; My veins flow full of blood, but that does little to ease my temper. I march back to the car clutching your bow as tightly as I can, the mutilated bodies left out in the open. Someone else’s problem. Fortunately Elizabeth is able to relay the information she learnt from Priscilla, and although this does little to sooth my anger, it does give it direction. I tell Elizabeth to go with Priscilla, to wait for us in the forest just outside the town, then ring Shara, telling her I cannot recover her books as they are warded, and I cannot break them. I do not know if this is the case, but it is possible, Shara certainly doesn’t deny the possibility, and fortunately does not press the issue. With everything else cleared, I head off to get you back. This time at least I can tear brick and flesh to get you back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>10-05-2014, 05:43:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I jump as the burning stick comes in my direction and my gaze moves to Sra.&nbsp; I don't want to join the sabbat, I think to myself but I remain silent and watch as they preform the ritual.&nbsp; I worry that despite us taking out an ancient, I fear the odds may be too great and I'll never be in your arms again.&nbsp; At the same time though, I can't give up.&nbsp; You promised me you'd keep me safe and if the worst happened, you'd save me.&nbsp; As my master...and my lover, I trust you won't let me down.&nbsp; I sigh as I am finally left alone and gaze about looking for a means of escape.&nbsp; "Where are you Callisto" My mind screams out.<br><br>Elizabeth gazes to you and nods.&nbsp; "Save mama...papa..." She says to you before heading into the forest with Priscilla.&nbsp; She hides in the forest well and watches in the direction that Priscilla tells her I'm in.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>13-05-2014, 05:01:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Sra wields the same cleaver she used during the Vinculum ritual and produces a sawn off shotgun, also calling the German Sheppard to her side. She stands at the font, beside her Fanta has once again found his fire axe, holding his ground half a step in front of her, eyes fixed on the courtyard opening. Behind the pair, Twitch had armed himself with a shotgun straight out of a hunting supply store, and Eerie sits on her makeshift throne, unarmed, but already gathering shadow around herself. The Sabbat however are not patient creature, and as time go creeps by they snap at each other and at you, twisting shoes into the ground and kicking trashcans.<br><br>&nbsp; “I promise to Elizabeth,” I hug her clumsily, aiming to reassure her. Then I turn and run towards the direction Priscilla flew from. A while later the alleyway leading into the courtyard goes dark, and out from the living shadow I step. I do not know how I will defeat four kindred, I just know that if that is what it takes to get you back, then I will.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>13-05-2014, 05:23:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The only sound other than the squabbling kindred is my own racing heart.&nbsp; I worry about what's going to happen and I gaze about.&nbsp; I notice the courtyard going spooky quiet as your shadows are moving in.&nbsp; I gaze about looking for you to appear out of nowhere at any second and sweep me into the darkness with you and away from this place.<br><br>I wish I had my bow.&nbsp; I could easily take these guys out if I had it.&nbsp; I sigh.&nbsp; The waiting is making me impatient as well.&nbsp; I've lost track of what time it is.&nbsp; I begin to pace in the area they've got me.&nbsp; So much is riding on your coming....and succeeding.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>19-05-2014, 05:03:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; There are four of them, this is bad. I am not tactical minded, I cannot take up an ideal position, or keep moving to hold them at a disadvantage. The only advantage I have is that individually they are each weaker than me, at least I hope, and that they may not wish to fight. Then there is you, my red headed warrior. I carry in my hand your bow, as well as three arrows, but seeing you know I am not sure you are in any condition to fight, looking at your huddled form. Anger rises in me, I cannot believe you have been taken away from me, twice. <br><br>&nbsp; “I came for my ghoul. Let her go, and I won’t send you to your Final Deaths!” I demand, but it does not seem that this pack is half hearted, their confidence still high form the victory against the Tremere. “Clan traitor!” Fanta yells, brandishing his axe, only to stop when Errie stands from her throne and claps. “He was of my clan, before he betrayed the blood. I will be the one to reclaim his essence,” she states, and the pair part ways from her to approach me. A chance to kill one and even the score, I cannot complain. However we are both at risk of losing it to the beast, and a fight between two rabid Lasombra will be messy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>19-05-2014, 05:39:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing you, I perk up.&nbsp; I gaze over at you and wish I had some way to tell you to get me my bow.&nbsp; I'm not sure you'll hear me, but I try thinking to you. ~Give me my bow...~ All I need to do is get off a couple shots.&nbsp; I am confident in my skill.&nbsp; I watch as they move for the one that was seated on the throne.&nbsp; I am still trembling, but seeing you, builds my confidence ten fold.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 04:42:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I want to get the bow to you, but I am not sure how to. If I just throw it and hope my aim is good I could miss by a mile, and besides, arming you now would draw the attention of the other Sabbat, and that could be deadly. Right now you are safe, as their attention is fixed on me. And so I drop the bow for now, and walk forwards towards Eerie. At the last moment both of us demonstrate our mastery of the shadow, as its yawns out from our bodies, and we each attempt to strange, suffocate the over with the living darkness we command. Outside the cloud of inky blackness, Sra and Fanta star at the battle they cannot see, whilst Twitch turns to look at you suspiciously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 13:09:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I watch as well and when I see you drop my bow, I wonder how I can get it. I inch slowly toward it and freeze when Twitch turns and looks at me.&nbsp; I act as if I am doing nothing and gaze back to the inky blackness.&nbsp; I can only hope at the moment that you are stronger and can take her out.&nbsp; If only I had my bow.&nbsp; I am confident that I can at least take out one if not two of them, but it is still out of reach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>23-05-2014, 04:41:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Sounds can be heard from within the duel cloud of shadow, but the abyssal essence distorts them to the point that it is difficult to even tell what they are: screams, growls, cries of triumph, let alone who is making them. "Come on Eerie, kill that traitor bastard. You can do this," Sra growls. But then I step out of the cloud once again, and it becomes clear that she could not, although she has left her mark on me, the flesh of my face is torn, several ribs shattered and and two of my fingers are missing, but I am already healing these wounds.<br><br>&nbsp; Sra and Fanta jumps at me with strangled cries of anger and grief, and now I can try and involve you. I fall back into the shadow, narrowly avoiding a swing of the fire axe, that hits with surprising speed. Emerging from the other side of the cloud I grab your bow and two arrows, and throw them towards, before reengaging with the two Sabbat. Twitch has been holding back, unable to fire his shot gun with his pack mates in the way. As you are thrown the bow he turns and points the shot gun at you, fully intending to blast you down from near point blank range.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>23-05-2014, 05:53:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I see you and I smile. I knew you wouldn't let me down. I catch my bow as it's thrown to me and I have mere seconds to notch an arrow and i let it fly at twitch. It hits its mark and he drops, staked by my arrow. I move forward and retrieve his gun. I put it in my waistband. I gaze at the ensuing battle and notch my second arrow. This shot is more tricky as I don't want to hit you.<br><br>I notch my arrow abd take careful aim, aiming at the one with the axe. I hold my breath as the arrow flies.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>24-05-2014, 04:23:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Before he can pull the trigger your arrow stakes Twitch through the heart, and he falls motionless to the courtyard floor. Arming yourself with the shotgun you notch a second arrow, but this time the shot is trickier, as you must aim at three fighting figures, as we grapple, jostle, tear at each other, all the while black tendrils ripple over us. Finally you take your shot, which lands squarely in the center of Fanta's chest, damaging the Sabbat but not stacking him. Unphased, and edging slowly towards the embrace as the beast, he swings the fire axe manically, fluent words of Spanish accompanying the attack, which shatter my collar bone. Sra has been less successful, although he has managed to mangle the skin of my neck, but when she sees what your arrows are doing to her pack mates, she snarls "Little brat thinks she can fight the Sabbat!". With an order she and Git charge at you, cleaver and fangs on display, whilst I manage to bind Fanta with tendrils of shadow, enough to by me some respite.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>24-05-2014, 04:58:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My eyes widen as the two charge at me.&nbsp; I aim the shot gun and fire it at Git first.&nbsp; At close range even though I'm not skilled in fire arms, I will still hit him.&nbsp; The gun kicks knocking me back a bit.&nbsp; I quickly take aim at Sra.&nbsp; I am trembling and fire at her as well.&nbsp; I know I only have a couple of shots so I hope they hit their mark.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I drop the gun and notch my last and third arrow.&nbsp; I fire it at whichever is still coming at me.&nbsp; My heart is racing and I am fueled by adrenaline.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-05-2014, 04:20:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; The blast rips chunks of flesh from the augmented beast, and it slinks away, howling in pain. Your second blast catches Sra in the shoulder, but the kindred is strong, and although she can no longer use that arm, she simply moves her cleaver to the other hand. She is still several steps away from you when you notch your last arrow. “Drop the bow!” she commands, her voice like mine demanding obedience.<br><br>&nbsp; I am running low on blood, but for now I am holding my body together, blood knitting torn flesh, a crude measure for now. Fanta cannot free his axe arm, but his other one wiggles out of the rolling grasp of darkness. He grips my head, his thumb seeking to gouge out an eye, but as he does I push his arm away, creating enough space to sink my fangs into his flesh and rip out a mouthful.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-05-2014, 04:39:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I stare at her and I am unable to not obey her as she uses dominate to get me to drop my bow.&nbsp; I use every ounce of will power I have and your blood within me to resist and I draw back the string and I let the arrow go.&nbsp; I hit her square in the chest with her being so close and she falls, effectively staked.&nbsp; I am breathing heavily now and I look about, looking for something I can use as a stake to get the one off of you.&nbsp; I move toward a wooden chair and slam it against a wall breaking it.&nbsp; I pick up one of the pieces and I start to move toward you and him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>26-05-2014, 05:24:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Your shoulder is throbbing from the force of two shotgun recoils, enough so that even drawing the bow string sent a flare of pain through you. But at least you have evened the odds, and now you arm yourself and move to help me finish off Fanta. However you are interrupted mid stride as the German Shepard, injured but not taken out, jumps at your side, catching your wrist in its mouth and shacking its head from side to side. Both me and Fanta know the fight is almost over, we are out of blood to heal, and both of us have augmented our strength far beyond the endurance of our drained flesh. As a strike from his fist the to the side of my head seems to crack my skull, I leave his mangle arm dangling uselessly and go for his side.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>26-05-2014, 05:41:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I cry out as the dog attacks me and bites my wrist. The scent of my blood fills the room and I scream as I try to fight off the dog. I burn blood for strength and use my free hand to punch the dog on its snout hoping it will let go and when it does, I shove a stake through it as well.&nbsp; I am breathing heavily and clutch my wrist close to me and use what little blood of yours I have left to heal most of the bite. After I collapse weak from everything I have been through and the blood loss I've suffered between the bite and the four tasting my blood earlier.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>27-05-2014, 03:51:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Normally you could not defeat an augmented hellhound, but between the damage the shotgun blast inflicted, your boosted strength and general desperation, you are able to messily drive the stake through the thick ribs and into its heart, but not before it manages to mangle the flesh on you arm. When the hound's thrashing subsides to a feeble flutter, you fall to the ground besides it.<br><br>&nbsp; Finally Fanta stops moving as the stubborn bastard finally dies. I can barely moves my arms as I fall to my knees beside him and clumsily feed on his blood, even as the body begins to rot as the time held chest for many years comes rushing back. Eerie has already been reduced to a skeleton, and I need more blood. My eyes turn to your form, "Lexis!" I yell as my eyes catch your fallen form. I also see Twitch, and drain him as quickly as I can. "Come on, you're okay, drink this," I allow the fresh blood to flow into your mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>27-05-2014, 04:09:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I do not move, nor do I drink.&nbsp; I've taken so much damage the only way to save me, is to turn me.&nbsp; My breathing is becoming more shallow as I lie in your arms and my heart rate is slowing.&nbsp; You have mere minutes to make your decision before it will be too late.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>27-05-2014, 21:50:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; The blood simply flows over your lips, and I can sense that I am losing you. "No," no, this is not how I wanted to turn you. You are not ready, for the beast to be inside you, that will always lie in wait, stoking the flames of your anger and driving you to destroy. But the choice between embracing you before you are ready and losing you is an easy one, and I will be there to help you along the way. I force your lips apart, bleeding directly down your throat, then I sink my teeth into your neck, and drink deeply. Your blood becomes blood, which I then return to you. Slowly your wounds begin to heal, until your pale skin is once again unbroken, and just after that, your heart stops beating. Your are now of the Lasombra clan, and I am your sire.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>27-05-2014, 21:59:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My eyes fly open as I waken and I scream in pain as the change takes place and then I go still.&nbsp; I blink and gaze about the room at the piles of bone and ash.&nbsp; My eyes moved back to you.&nbsp; "Callisto...." I say and hug you tightly.&nbsp; It is then that I become fully aware of my hunger.&nbsp; I tense in your arms.&nbsp; "I'm hungry...." She said to him.&nbsp; "So...hungry"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>28-05-2014, 01:00:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "It's okay Lexis, I'm here," I hold you firmly against me, stroking your head when you scream in pain. "Its okay, we defeated the Sabbat," I don't know how to tell you that I needed to embrace you, maybe you have already realized. I still have a fair reserve of blood, and so I feed you liberally. "How do you feel?" I pull you up into a sitting position, forgetting that you are no longer hurt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>28-05-2014, 01:17:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The pain fades and I gaze to you.&nbsp; "Different...I...everything seems so much sharper..." I saw as I gaze about.&nbsp; "Where's Elizabeth.....Is she ok?" I ask.&nbsp; I pause as I notice I have my own shadows mingling with yours.&nbsp; "I...am I..."I tilt my head some.&nbsp; "I'm a vampire now?" I ask you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>29-05-2014, 02:48:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Yes, it was the only way I could save you. How did it feel, the embrace?" Mine after all happened in even less ideal circumstances. However your question about Elizabeth reminds me that she is still in the forest, alone. As much as I just want to stay here until tomorrow night I cannot. "We need to get her, but first, you need to decide what to do with them," I indicate torpered bodies Sra and Twitch, drained but not yet sent to their Final Death.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>29-05-2014, 02:51:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze over to them.&nbsp; Why did it have to be my decision?&nbsp; I gaze back to you.&nbsp; If we let them remain right there, would the sun hit them?&nbsp; If we don't end them, they could come back for us.&nbsp; I slide from your arms over to Sra.&nbsp; My own fangs lengthen and I bite her and feed from her to finish sating my hunger.&nbsp; I look over to you.&nbsp; "You should feed again after feeding me so much..."I whisper and gaze to Twitch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>30-05-2014, 04:45:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Twitch's body is already dry, and I might the sympathy his blood tries to build in me. I need a clear head to think what to do with them. But there is only one option. The body of the dog shudders, and I stamp on his head, crushing the skull and ensuring it is beyond suffering, then I turn back to Twitch, almost reluctantly. "Draining them does not kill them. We must destroy them," my fangs sink deep into his neck, tearing the flesh rather than piercing it, then I rip his head off. I watch you carefully, needing know if you can kill so early in your new life. If you are still struggling on the count of ten, I will step in and spare you the deed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>30-05-2014, 05:36:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you.&nbsp; "How can they come back if they have no blood in them I ask as I feed from Sra?"&nbsp; There's much I do not know nor understand and I watch as you rip off Twitch's head.&nbsp; I tremble lightly.&nbsp; I realize if given the chance they would have done the same to you, but I'm not sure I can do it.&nbsp; I lick my lips and back away from Sra.&nbsp; I can't do it.&nbsp; I just...can't.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>30-05-2014, 19:46:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "A kindred without blood is very dangerous. The beast overtakes them, they feel no pain, nothing can stop them from killing. Right now your arrows through their hearts are keeping them still, but the moment it is removed they will rise again," I take Sra's body from your arms, and with a single bite crush the bones of her neck, killing her. "It is not worth the risk," it is a shame. I would like to have given them a chance to see the error of their ways, like I did. But I may have just pissed off the Camarilla, I cannot afford having the Sabbat learning of Lasombra antitribu in the area. "Gather your arrows and let's go back to Elizabeth," I offer you my arm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>30-05-2014, 20:28:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I listen as you explain things to me and nod.&nbsp; I gather up my arrows and move slipping my arm in yours.&nbsp; "What do you mean?&nbsp; You may have just pissed off the Camarilla?&nbsp; Its their fault all this happened...well...Shara's fault." I say to you as I sigh softly.&nbsp; I worry how Elizabeth will receive me now that I am kindred.&nbsp; I hope she'll want to stay with us still.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>30-05-2014, 22:21:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "That unfortunately is not how the Camarilla works. Shara could easily have me blamed for this, and as I will not be there to speak out in my own defense, any allegations she makes will hold. We can only hope she is satisfied with what I did and would rather claim credit for the dead Sabbat pack, and maybe hold onto to what she has over me for another night," I leave the courtyard with the four skeletons, already becoming little more than an unpleasant memory.<br><br>&nbsp; We walk through the deserted streets of Fayetteville, with not a single soul in sight. Until we catch sight of Priscilla, soaring down the road 2m above the tarmac. She caws and wheels around mid air when she sees us, but does not land on your shoulder, sensing something has changed. Instead she follows us as we make out way to the forest where Elizabeth awaits us.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>31-05-2014, 03:34:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They'll believe her because she's Camarilla and we're not..." I frown.&nbsp; "Why don't we just get Elizabeth and leave this city...I'm not doing anything else for them...Why should we risk our lives doing their dirty work..?" I ask.&nbsp; Im ready to tell them a big screw you....&nbsp; I sigh.&nbsp; I smile as I hear Priscilla but I notice how she avoids me.&nbsp; I'm getting nervous.&nbsp; What if Elizabeth doesn't like me anymore, I worry.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-06-2014, 04:23:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Yes, I believe we should leave Necro. There is no reason for us to stay, and increasingly we have cause to leave. The only question becomes, where do we go? Another city of the Camarilla will mean announcing ourselves to the local Prince. Going beyond the reaches of the Camarilla could mean we face much worse," We leave the town and enter the forest. I dread the prospect of entering another Elysium, no matter how brief the encounter. "Perhaps we could join the anarchs..." I muse out loud. Meanwhile Elizabeth stalks us from behind a bush. Priscilla has flown down to land on her soldier and now she watches from afar, trying to figure out what vague sense of change and darkness the crow conveyed to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>02-06-2014, 04:29:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I walk along side you.&nbsp; "I....I don't want any dealings with any of the camarilla..."I say voicing my opinion.&nbsp; I listen as you think out loud.&nbsp; "What would joining the anarchs entail?" I ask.&nbsp; I look around.&nbsp; "Elizabeth?&nbsp; Where are you?" I call out, worry for her starting to fill my voice.&nbsp; There's fear there too.&nbsp; I'm scared she'll no longer what to stay with us.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>03-06-2014, 04:09:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Hmmm?" I turn to you, realizing you were answering my spoken thoughts. "Oh, not much. The Anarchs scorn the Camarilla and the Sabbat alike, all you really need is a tough attitude. Don't take any shit from them and they will respect you for that," In truth I have never given the Anarch much thought, until now they have not interested me, I had mistakenly thought I could live without allegiance to any sect. But a lone kindred is vulnerable, as I am fast learning.<br><br>&nbsp; Suddenly from the bushes you spot a pair of glowing orbs and a moment later Elizabeth emerges from them, with Priscilla on her shoulder. She walks slowly towards us, silent and frowning. It is very dark, but as she moves closer, it is almost as if her eyes are completely black, no white, no iris, just a single black pupil.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-06-2014, 18:56:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to Elizabeth.&nbsp; "Elizabeth...."I saw softly.&nbsp; I can tell she's not very happy at the moment.&nbsp; I gaze to you and then back to Elizabeth.&nbsp; "He had to turn me....I...I wouldn't be here if he hadn't..." I say softly to her trying to help her understand.&nbsp; "I was worried I'd never see him or you again, but he came for me...Please....understand..." I say to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 04:16:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "You are a krumpus too!" Elizabeth voice is strong, a mixture of several emotions. She stamps her foot down. "Got your shadow!" she declares gruffly, and once again her eyes glow. You twitch your leg and find that you can still move it unhindered, until you try to move it back. This time however the trick, whilst still a mystery, does not scare you like the first time. Elizabeth clutches Priscilla in her arms, holding the bird to her chest. "Will I become a krumpus?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 05:38:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexis sighed and gazed at her.&nbsp; I nod. "Yes, I am Elizabeth. Callisto didn't want me to be taken from him&nbsp; in death....or from you...I believe he promised you he'd bring me back....this was the only way..." I say to her.&nbsp; I gaze to you when she asks if she will become one.&nbsp; I look back at her.&nbsp; "Do you wish to?" I ask her softly, not sure what you'll say about the matter.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 21:10:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; When you ask your question of Elizabeth I put a warning hand on your shoulder, but it is too late. I have no wish to embrace a child, and even if I were to decide on that course of action, it would not be for many months. I only embraced you so suddenly because I had no choice. "I don't know," Elizabeth shakes her her in confusion, taking a step back. "Did it hurt?" she reluctantly lifts a foot, letting go of your shadow. "You are different, but will you still be my mama?" she takes a timid step towards you, extending the bird in her arms, "Priscilla is scared. Make her better,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 23:30:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze at Elizabeth and I smile.&nbsp; Of course I'll still be your mama.&nbsp; &nbsp;I gaze up at you.&nbsp; I don't know how to make the bird not fear me.&nbsp; I don't know how to make her not scared I say to Elizabeth 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>07-06-2014, 03:35:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I look troubled, but when you gaze at me I smile, the formerly warning hand on your shoulder now reassuringly stroking you. I am bemused and a little annoyed at Elizabeth's test, the sun is not far from the sky, but it is important to her, and rushing her could end badly. "Stroke her," Elizabeth insists. Priscilla squirms in the girls hands, crying out shrilly and attempting to spread her wings, but then Elizabeth half closes her eyes in concentration and the bird calms down, its beady eyes locked with yours.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-06-2014, 05:34:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile softly to Elizabeth and I gently reach out and pet Priscilla gently and speak soothingly to her.&nbsp; "its ok Priscilla...its me Alexis..." I say softly to her.&nbsp; I wonder if my blood would help, but I do not ask.&nbsp; I do plan on talking to you about taking on the duty of giving Elizabeth blood when she needs it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>08-06-2014, 01:36:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Priscilla keeps her beady eyes locked with yours as your hand reaches out towards her. When your fingers first touch her feathers she once again struggles, shrieking, but Elizabeth manages to calm her. The crow accepts three brushes from you before the girl throws her into the air, where she spirals around us before landing on my shoulder. Evidently blood matters to animals as well. Meanwhile Elizabeth throws her arms around you, “Mama!” she exclaims. It is a relief to see her accept you after the embrace, but I am not sure how much time we have. “We need to get back to the car,” I whisper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>08-06-2014, 02:01:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am relieved when I feel her arms around me.&nbsp; I hear you whisper.&nbsp; "We have to go now..." I say to Elizabeth and I pick her up with ease and carry her knowing we can get back quicker if I do.&nbsp; "Lets go..." I say to you ready to follow you to where you've stashed the car.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 22:37:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Elizabeth yelps in surprise when you lift her up, but she quickly adjusts to thing and is soon giggling, gripping you by the neck. We get to car and I leave immediately, driving a little too fast to be unassuming, but I do not want to be caught on the road when the sun’s rays break the horizon.<br><br>&nbsp; Whilst en route I have time for other concerns as well. We have both been through hell, with torn, bloody clothing, and the flesh of my neck Sra mangled with her touch is not healing. It will take time, and a lot of blood, to undo the flesh crafting of her clan. “When the sun rises, don’t try and fight it. Just allow it to push you into rest,” I urge you. Of course we will still need to get into our room, but as long as there are not too many I can simply erase our warn torn appearance from their memories.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>12-06-2014, 17:34:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod as you speak and luckily no one is around as we rush to our room. We barely make it inside and I can feel the Sun trying to pull me into my slumber. I gaze to Elizabeth. "Put the do not disturb sign outside on the door" I tell her. We can't have a maid coming in and seeing us. I move to you wanting abd needing to sleep in your arms
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>21-06-2014, 04:43:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; In the bathroom I slump down with my back to the wall, my limbs already heavy. The many nights have worn the memory of my humanity away, but you are a neonate, and you humanity can still battle the beast. I fall into dreams, with my last action I pull you towards me, pressing your head against my silent chest. I shall instantly to sleep, but you are left half-awake for another hour, before slipping deeper down to join me. As this happens you are aware of Elizabeth, who is herself exhausted, having stayed up for most of the day and all night, worried she may have lost you. Now finally reunited with her mama, she puts up the sign and then drags a cover from one of the beds into the bathroom, laying it on the floor where she too falls asleep, her head resting on the side of your knee.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>22-06-2014, 01:28:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I feel you pull me to you and being in your arms helps me to relax.&nbsp; I gaze down and smile as Elizabeth comes in the room as well.&nbsp; My hand goes to run through her hair a couple times before I fall asleep as well.&nbsp; I am aware of nothing until the sun sets and my eyes open.&nbsp; Elizabeth is still there and I smile and waken her.&nbsp; <br><br>I notice you are still asleep so I slid from your arms and move to change my clothes and to get Elizabeth something to eat.&nbsp; I am more than ready to leave this place and head for home, though I am not looking forward to seeing anyone in the Camerilla again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>26-06-2014, 03:35:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Elizabeth looks up at you sleepily, rubbing her eyes in a deliberate manner. "Mama, you're cold," she murmurs slowly, fumbling around in the dark. You flick the light switch, blinding you both. As she recovers she stars at your born and bloodied clothing, seeing them in full light for the first time. “Are you hurt?” she asks, concerned.<br><br>&nbsp; Trying to distract her you go and look for something to eat, trusting that the deserted parking lot will hold little chance of someone else seeing you. Sure enough your quest for food proves uneventful, as you find a vending machine where you buy a stale brownie, orange juice and a pack of Velveetas. You find the offering rather dismal, but Elizabeth is too hungry to notices, scoffing the food down. You return to the room to pack, and not long after that I finally rise, replacing my ruined shirt but finding that I had forgotten to pack spare trousers.&nbsp; Luckily bloodstains do not show up too well on dark fabric.<br><br>&nbsp; “Are we ready to go?” I ask, smiling at Elizabeth and taking your hand. “We can go back to my apartment. There are quite a few valuable things there. But after that, we can go anywhere. Where do you fancy heading to?” I rub the mangled flesh on my neck, its presence irritating me. It will heal in time, and until then I have one last unpleasant reminder of my battle with the Sabbat pack.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>26-06-2014, 03:48:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze at Elizabeth.&nbsp; "I was...but I'm not now...Daddy...well...he had to turn me, " I whisper to her.&nbsp; "He didn't want you to lose me...he didn't want to lose me," I add as we get back to the room.&nbsp; Once inside, I change as Elizabeth eats.&nbsp; I gaze to you as you waken and nod about going back to get the important things from the apartment.&nbsp; I sigh softly.&nbsp; "Anywhere there isn't Camarilla or Sabbat...Somewhere we can live in peace..." I say to you as I help Elizabeth into the car along with Priscilla.&nbsp; <br><br>"I still want that house with a big back yard...Elizabeth needs her pets more than ever now...now that I can't take care of her 24/7..." I say to you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>28-06-2014, 06:10:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "That may be hard. Those two control an awful lot of the Americas. Its even worse in Europe. Still, we can maybe find a Camarilla city where a strong Anarch quarter, or try our luck in some independent run area. Maybe the Bankers. Although I'm not sure, the do have quite the reputation for being ruthless when it comes to work and study," It doesn't really matter, we'll find somewhere. The mortal concerns are more of a issue however. "I can get us a house. Kindred have abilities, and you will need to learn how to use them. However, will you be missed if we leave Necro?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>29-06-2014, 20:25:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shook my head.&nbsp; "No, no one will miss me..." I said softly.&nbsp; I gaze back at Elizabeth.&nbsp; "Maybe....maybe we should just find another city and let the Prince know we are there and just live our lives there, under the radar..." She said quietly.&nbsp; "I definitely don't want to go back to see the Prince where we are now....or Shara for that matter...though it would be nice to tell them we are leaving and they can shove it..." I gaze out the window as you drive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 03:50:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I nod approvingly, enjoying&nbsp; the car ride, the dark road lined with lights and reflectives. This is not something I have traditionally enjoyed, but with you sitting next to me and Elizabeth in the back, clutching Priscilla and babbling about how good it was that Priscilla was there to worn us, and that you were rescued from the scary Sabbat, I can see the charm of it.<br>&nbsp; "We could go to California. The Anarchs are strong there. Even if we find a Camarilla city, they will not be as bold so close to the Anarch stronghold," I am not sure of this, but it makes sense, and the idea of the mighty Camarilla cowled by the a Baron amuses me. "Calafornia? Can we find gold there?" Elizabeth pipes up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 17:10:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you.&nbsp; "California...that's a long drive...but if it is safer than here...I say let's do it..." I say to you.&nbsp; I gaze back at Elizabeth.&nbsp; "I'm not sure there's gold still there...but Elizabeth...can your animals be still for a long car ride like this?" I ask her.&nbsp; I know she will not want to leave them behind.&nbsp; And I gaze to you, not sure you will allow her to bring all 4 of them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 06:55:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Are you sure?" Elizabeth sounds disappointed, "I think we can find some gold, they still mine the stuff don't they? They don't import all their gold" As much as I have tried to keep up with the modernizing world, the industrialization of gold mining with suction dredges had slipped by me. Still, I like the idea of panning for gold.<br><br>&nbsp; "Priscilla and Alice can stay still. Maybe Joseph, if he finds somewhere to hide. He does that. But Francis won’t like this. She was barking last time we travelled like this,” she shivers, still slightly nervous herself about car travel. I had only just thought of the problem when you raise it, and it does not sit well with me. Those stupid animals. But they mean a lot to Elizabeth, and may even be as old as me. “Could we put Francis to sleep whilst we drive? Some medicine maybe?” I wonder, as we approach the outskirts of Necro.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 16:46:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you as you try to think of ways for her to keep all of her animals.&nbsp; I know it'll make Elizabeth happy if she can bring them all.&nbsp; Gazing out the window, I see Necro approaching.&nbsp; Home...I sigh.&nbsp; I really hope we do not encounter Shara.&nbsp; I nearly growl at the thought of her.&nbsp; Its her fault all this happened.&nbsp; I calm myself and gaze back to Elizabeth.&nbsp; "Maybe we can find one of those gem mining places and let you search for gems there?" I suggest not even thinking they could possibly only be opened in the day time.&nbsp; So much I wanted to do with Elizabeth and now...I can't.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 03:25:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "You can find gems in California? What colour are they? Can I get a green one?" Elizabeth is very enthusiastic about your idea, and the rest of the journey is spent with further conversation about what can be done in California, and what the local wildlife is composed of.<br><br>&nbsp; It has been so long since I was mortal, I do not know how to begin to talk to you about becoming a vampire. Never to walk under the sun, and even more importantly, now possessing a restless beast that will always struggle to be set free. "Are you feeling okay?" is all I can manage.<br><br>&nbsp; We soon arrive back at my apartment, with an hour of darkness left. My most valuable books, including the arcane one from Vince, are already packed, and to them I add some less valuable but enjoyable novels, my clothes and the $10,000 I kept around the house in lei of a bank account. Elizabeth is worried when she cannot find Joseph, but eventually the stoat answers her calls, and she can line the animals up to inform them, "We are going to travel for many days. You must all be quiet. Especially you, Francis," The sun is rising and I prepare myself to spend one last day in this small apartment, hardly a grand occasion or anything. It served its purpose as my haven, nothing more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 16:05:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you and nod slightly.&nbsp; "For the moment I do..." I say softly.&nbsp; I smile a bit.&nbsp; I am sure it is difficult for you&nbsp; having changed me.&nbsp; Once back at the house I watch as Elizabeth talks to her animals and then move to help you.&nbsp; I carry things out to the car and place them in the trunk along with extra blankets and pillows in the backseat for the start of our journey for Elizabeth.&nbsp; <br><br>I gaze over at you.&nbsp; "We'll need to stop before heading out to get food for Elizabeth and her animals," I say softly to you as I curl up in your arms to sleep for the day.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>17-07-2014, 04:12:03</strong>
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				&nbsp; I am surprised to hear that you are okay and study your face to make sure you are not simply saying this so as not to worry me, but you appear genuine. Maybe I am wrong, and without pack members, rituals and elders to stoke the beast and draw them out, maybe it does not dominate a cainite’s unlife. I do recall feeling for a time a freedom, when I left the Sabbat. Maybe that it was I would have felt all along, with a kinder sire. I hope it is so.<br><br>&nbsp; “Oh. I had forgotten about that,” I note when you remind me about food for Elizabeth. In fact she has not had anything to eat since the start of the night. You go to make her a sandwich, leaving it next to her sleeping form on the couch, surrounded by her animals.<br><br>&nbsp; Inside the bedroom I take a moment to appreciate the small room, where we first shared a bed, with the sun weighing heavily on my limbs, I pull you towards me, kissing your lips before falling back onto the bed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>21-07-2014, 15:55:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded and went and made her a sandwich and some snacks and placed it next to her.&nbsp; Her animals were curled up next to her and I smiled a bit.&nbsp; I return to your side and return&nbsp; your kiss.&nbsp; Even as a kindred, your arms are still where I feel the safest and I allow the sun to&nbsp; pull me into my slumber and I do not fight it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 04:27:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; We fall asleep in each other arms, the slight touch of your red hair on my cheek and the cracked paint of the ceiling the last thing I remember. Throughout the day Elizabeth runs up and down the house with Francis, nearly crashing into the furniture on several occasions, but we are too deep in slumber to hear the racket.<br><br>&nbsp; You awaken to find a very tired dog and Elizabeth, the girl blinking sleepily as she attempts to make herself a sandwitch, so far a slice of bread studded with butter is what she has to show for her effort. “Francis...and me, tired. Ran a lot. Sleep easily,”<br><br>&nbsp; Not long after you I rise, and set about making a list. “Food for Elizabeth and the animals, medicine for Francise. I think we both need to drink ourselves, and I need a proper map to show how to get to California, mine is old,” I show you the list so you can check to see if I have missed anything.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 21:29:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile to you as you waken.&nbsp; "Elizabeth has tired both herself and Francis out it seems."I say and give her animals water and a bit to eat mixed with our blood.&nbsp; I nod.&nbsp; "I'm going to take the blankets and pillows out to the car and made a soft area for her and her animals to rest" I say to you and gather up the things and carry them out.&nbsp; I make her a nice bed in the back seat and a place for each of her animals before returning inside.<br><br>I gaze around the place and then back to you with a smile.&nbsp; "I'm ready when you are...We don't have to go tell "them" we're leaving do we?" I ask as I do not wish to see anyone from the Camarilla.&nbsp; Yet, no sooner do I get the words out when there is a knock on the door.&nbsp; I gaze to you and grab Elizabeth and usher her and her animals into the bedroom.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>05-08-2014, 02:53:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Everything is falling nicely into place, “No, we need only announce our presence when we arrive. And in Anarch territory, that may not even be required,” I realize I do not know as much about them as I should, it had never seen necessary until now. Still, they hate the Camarilla’s duplicitous diplomacy and backstabbing, and that is enough.<br><br>&nbsp; But it seems they may not let us go that easily, as there is a knock on the door. I pause, to allow you and Elizabeth to leave the room, and even then I stay silent, unmoving. I am angry, as the last moments in my domain are tainted by an uninvited guest. As unwise as it is, I force some vitae to bleed out of my skin, where it becomes dark, and flowing, wrapping around my body and giving me the image of shadow. I am low on blood, and even this minor expenditure makes a difference as the beast inside rears its head and roars, straining against its chains.<br><br>&nbsp; But fir now they hold, and I open the door. Three unsmiling faces greet me when I do: Shara and two young white men with chiseled looks and carefully yelled hair. Each holds a shotgun across the shoulder: the chantey ghouls that could not be spared for the mission, but could apparently be spared for me. “Where are my books?” the warlock asks, straight to the point. “In the burnt down manor, warded. I cannot get to them,” I reply just as shortly. “Four Sabbat met their final death, as did 3 ghouls. 2 hell hounds, one human,” I pull pack my shirt at the neck, showing the damage done, which I have been unable to heal without a large amount of blood. “Go down there, get the books back, and you can also take credit for the dead Sabbat pack,”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>05-08-2014, 05:53:53</strong>
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				I leave the room leaving Elizabeth in the room with her animals, closing the door behind me.&nbsp; My eyes dark as they zero in on Shara.&nbsp; I nearly growl as my own beast wants to come out and play.&nbsp; Shara's eyes move to me.&nbsp; "I see someone is no longer a ghoul...That is an interesting bit the Prince may find enticing..." I walk up.&nbsp; "it is because you and your boys here or whatever they are....were too scared to get your stupid books on your own that I am no longer breathing.&nbsp; Why don't you go...go get the precious books you sent us to our deaths to get for you..."&nbsp; I say to her coldly.&nbsp; The coldness in my voice surprises even me.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>06-08-2014, 03:26:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; When you appear at my side, half of me is worried about you exposing yourself so, worried that you will say something wrong, but the other half of me is beyond caring, almost joining in with your growl. “Watch your tongue, new born,” Shara snaps at you, “Besides, you should be thanking me. Because of me, your dearest, one true love embraced you. Now you are his equal, not some loyal servant,” she smiles for the first time, unphased by your icy tone, but she starts to be a bit more cautious when I join her.<br><br>&nbsp; “Hmmm, take credit for the books recovered and a dead Sabbat pack. Interesting. I think I will accept that. But you say you could not recover the books? They were warded with only the simplest rituals, for someone of your occultic knowledge…” fortunately she is distracted by the sights behind her. “You are packing? Leaving, running away from the scary Prince Wight? Well I may just let you go, but I am giving you a mobile, and I want you to keep it this time. And check in every month, so I know you aren’t trying to ditch me,” As Shara lists her demands my hold on the beast within slips away, broken chain by broken chain.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>06-08-2014, 04:34:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I growl softly at her.&nbsp; We owe her nothing and once we leave this city, I'll be darned if we're going to still do her bidding.&nbsp; She is no one to me.&nbsp; "He never treated me as a mere servant...And I'll remain by his side as I did even as a mortal..." I growled softly .&nbsp; I gaze up at you&nbsp; &nbsp;I can see you are close to losing control.<br><br>"There will be no mobile...Our services to you are no more..."I say to her.&nbsp; "You go do what you have to do...as for us...we are leaving this city behind...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>06-08-2014, 21:43:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "You are forgetting though, that I can have your precious master dragged before the Prince to answer some very difficult questions, and then you will never see him again," Shara's own beast seem to be raising inside her to match mine. The two ghouls take a half step back and grip their weapons tightly, "Some advice, for living in our world Alexis, although you may also benefit from it Magister: don't do something dangerous if you can get someone else to do it for you, and that if why I will keep you. One Lasombra, now two, a very valuable commodity..."<br><br>&nbsp; "Don't press your luck Shara. I have already risked my life and nearly lost Lexis doing your dirty work. Any more and I might just think the risk of fighting you will prove less dangerous in the long run. And your ghouls are too close to be of any use to you," I growl, hoping she cannot tell how low we both are on blood. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>07-08-2014, 02:58:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexis stared at the trio and she feared a fight would break out.&nbsp; Elizabeth was listening and peeking out a crack in the door.&nbsp; She whispered to her animals if things got bad they'd have to help her mama and daddy.&nbsp; Alexis stared at Shara.&nbsp; She wanted nothing more to do with her.&nbsp; &nbsp; All she wanted was to leave this place behind.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>I remain silent and I gaze at you.&nbsp; Im not sure what is going to happen. but I am behind you 100 percent<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>09-08-2014, 02:28:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Tensions and beasts rise in the room as three kindred size each other up, calculating. Finally Shara speaks, with a visible effort as she holds back the urge to invoke her blood magic. "Fine, runaway the pair of you. But this is not over, Calisto. I still hold your secret and I will for a hundred years, as will your soul under the eyes clan's gift. We will meet again, and when we do I may require another service in return for my silence," she turns to leave, "And Callisto, if I don't find the books at the chantey, I will come for you. I am Tremere. You cannot hide from the warlocks. If you steal from us, we will demand blood in retribution, and I would fear for your child's fate in your absence," she pronounces as harshly as she can muster, then leaves, followed by the two ghouls.<br><br>&nbsp; Relieved at having avoided a fight but still struggling to suppress the beast I stair at the empty landing area, rhythmically clenching my right fist. The door opens and Elizabeth cautiously tiptoes out, followed by Alice and Joseph. "Is the nasty lady gone?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>09-08-2014, 05:59:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I stare at her and I'm relieved when she goes.&nbsp; I gaze to you.&nbsp; "She means about Elixzabeth...doesn't she?&nbsp; We did nothing wrong...We just help her continue her existance..."I say, confused.&nbsp; &nbsp;"And what did she mean...under the eyes clan's gift?" I ask.<br><br>I do not have time to wait for your answer as Elizabeth speaks.&nbsp; I turn to her and nod.&nbsp; I move toward her and hug her gently.&nbsp; "Yes, she's gone..." I say to her and reach out and pet Joesph and Alice.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Let's get you ready to go..." I say and gaze back to you.&nbsp; "I...I'm hungry..."I say softly but I know you are low on blood as well
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>10-08-2014, 03:39:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Not only her," I shake my head, "I also drank Vince's blood. Too much, it is against the Camarilla law," I do not wish burden you with the entire knowledge of the sin of Diablerie. “I don’t know, that the problem, no one knows what Clan Tremere is capable of. I know they use the Path of Blood primarily, which allows them to augment their own blood and turn your blood against you, learn your secrets and destroying you from within. Horrifying stuff, but that is a single path. They have many more, and I doubt any single kindred knows of them all. Shara will walk the Path of Blood, but she is powerful enough to know a second, possibly even third path…” I raise my hands hopelessly, fearing that Shara is right and that we will meet again. But at least I can console myself with the knowledge that it will not be for a while.<br><br>&nbsp; Alice allows you to stroke her fur, but Joseph scurries up the wall and only allows Elizabeth to pick him up. Priscilla perches on her other shoulder and Francis follows her down to the car. I look at my shelves, still dotted with less valuable, replaceable books, the cheap but solid furniture, then close the door and head down to car. “As I am. You need to learn how to hunt. So tell me, how would you do it?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>11-08-2014, 18:49:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you.&nbsp; "I...I'm not sure..." I say as my eyes move to Elizabeth as she talks to her animals and gets them settled in the back seat of the car.&nbsp; "Animal blood?&nbsp; I suggest as I gaze about.&nbsp; I'm not sure how to go about hunting my own prey.&nbsp; Nor how to feed from them as I have only fed from you so far.&nbsp; I wish I could continue to do it that way, but I know I must learn eventually.<br><br>"For now, lets get out of here..." I say as I slide into the front passenger seat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>12-08-2014, 04:28:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Elizabeth is blinking sleepily as she gets into the car, and Francis seems to be dragging her feet as well. The two of them curl up in the corner together and fall still, almost before we engine even starts. I follow Elizabeth’s instructions and tuck Joseph away in his own hidey-hole in the boot, with Priscilla perched on a headrest.<br><br>&nbsp; “How will you hunt an animal? You will feed in a variety of ways. Sometimes you will need speed, sometimes you will need discretion above all else. Tonight neither is of great importance, so plan carefully, and know that I will be by your side on your first hundred hunts, guiding you,” From the back seat, Elizabeth murmurs, half asleep “Don’t harm them. Leave them alone,” and hugs Francis fiercely. Towards the outskirts of Necro I see a convenience store still open and stop the car to get supplies.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>13-08-2014, 15:35:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze back at Elizabeth.&nbsp; "I won't harm them Elizabeth...I promise...." I say and reach back and gently run my fingers through her hair.&nbsp; I gaze to you and shrug.&nbsp; "I don't know..."&nbsp; I say with a sigh.&nbsp; I gaze ahead as we prepare to leave Necro behind.&nbsp; "If...if we leave here...wouldn't that mean we are no longer under this prince's control?&nbsp; And therefore...Shara has no grounds in another city?" I asked you curiously.&nbsp; I'm still very&nbsp; much afraid she'll make us do something else for her and next time we may not be so lucky.<br><br>Seeing the convenience store ahead I get out as you park and get a bit of money from you.&nbsp; "I'll be right back" I say and head inside.&nbsp; I grab a couple sodas, candy bars, chips and some semi healthy things as well.&nbsp; A loaf of bread, peanut butter, a box of cereal, and some plastic knifes to spread the peanut butter with.&nbsp; I pay for the items and return to you.&nbsp; Placing the bags in the back seat, I smile, and take my seat next to you.&nbsp; "Lets get out of here."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>14-08-2014, 04:05:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; “You can’t feed off them,” Elizabeth repeats, “Vince had a ritual to feed off animals so it didn’t hurt them. But it still hurt them. I saw them, they were still. Don’t drink them,” Elizabeth murmurs as you stroke her head, eventually settling back down to sleep. I smile, wondering if she understands that this will leave us with no choice but to feed off humans, but then she barely knows them. She is nearly a hundred years old, and you must have been the first human she spoke to in decades. Feeding can be difficult, perhaps I should not be throwing you in the deep end. But I need you to learn, and quickly. A kindred must know of their heritage. “I will take you hunting. Show you the different ways,” I promise.<br><br>&nbsp; With everything set we finally leave Necro, heading down the 311 highway. “The Camarilla lays claim to every corner of the world. Shara is a respected member of the Camarilla. Anywhere they have presence, she will have authority. That is why we are heading to Anarch territory. They are brutes, but they are honest brutes, and they despise the duplicity of the Camarilla. They also aren’t cruel like the Sabbat,” I recap what I know of the Anarchs, slightly nervous how a bookworm like me will fit in with them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>18-08-2014, 18:23:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled faintly at Elizabeth's words.&nbsp; "Ok sweetheart...I won't..." I say to her and gaze to you once she's fallen asleep.&nbsp; I listen as you explain about the Anarch.&nbsp; "So...in Anarch territory, she'll have no say?" I ask.&nbsp; I do&nbsp; not wish to deal with her ever again.&nbsp; I sigh softly.&nbsp; My hunger is growing and I need to feed.&nbsp; I know you do as well.&nbsp; "How long will it take us to get there?" I ask after a long silence.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>20-08-2014, 05:00:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; In the mirror above me I can see Elizabeth’s sleeping face as she nods at your reassurance. "Pretty much. There's no Prince for her to appeal to, and the Anarch will not listen kindly to a Tremere..." Although of course the question remains how well will they receive a pair of Lasombra, even one who has turned his back on the Sabbat. Still, we can handle ourselves in a fight, which I had heard they respected. It will be an interesting lesson, learning how to adjust our attitudes.<br><br>&nbsp; “I do not know,” I shrug, realizing I have no idea how long a trip to California would take. I recall it being a about a week when I first came here, but I am pretty sure cars have gotten faster since then. “Didn’t you learn that in school?” I ask, as we set off on the 1500 mile journey. 23 hours for the modern driver, it will take me just over 30, as I am uncomfortable driving above 70, even on the motorway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>21-08-2014, 19:54:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod to you.&nbsp; "Plus we will have to stop to sleep during the day...." I say to you and gaze back at the sleeping Elizabeth.&nbsp; "I just hope the Anarchs won't mind our little girl in the back....I....I won't give her up....She's the closest thing to a daughter I will ever have." She said softly to him and settled in her seat as they made the first leg of their trip.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>23-08-2014, 02:31:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; “I’m sure they won’t mind her, and if they do, we will find somewhere else to stay,” I say determinedly, as I too catch a glimpse of the sleeping ghoul child. We drive on, occasionally talking about various topics, our plans for California, what we will do. In particular I wonder now what you will do, as you are no longer in university. As we talk of your plans, I also ask you how you are feeling, restless, whether you have to fight any urges to harm or destroy. It has been 50 years, and I cannot quite recall how prominent my beast was in the early nights of the embrace.<br><br>&nbsp; Driving requires so much concentration that once again I almost overdo it, stopping only when the green start to turn to the expanses of brown sand of the Midwest. We stop at a roadside Motel, Francis and Elizabeth had been awake for a couple of hours now, and the dog is getting restless, with the girl following suit. Not wanting to try and sneak four animals into our room, I simply command the lady at reception to give us a room despite them. We fall asleep and you awake as hungry as ever. With four animals and a whole day to fill, Elizabeth has not managed to completely avoid damaging the room, but at least the sound did not appear to rouse any suspicion. “What is this?” Elizabeth indicates the bulky box of the TV. Television had existed for over two decades before Elizabeth followed Vincent into the forest, but she lived in a small town and had evidently never seen one.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>23-08-2014, 02:59:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you as I waken.&nbsp; My eyes tell it all.&nbsp; I need to feed....and quickly.&nbsp; I gaze around the room Elizabeth is in and can feel the beast clawing to get out and I fight it back.&nbsp; Elizabeth's words snap me out of it.&nbsp; "It...its a television...." I say to her and turn it on.&nbsp; "You can watch things on it.&nbsp; Movies, cartoons....the news.&nbsp; History....almost anything you can imagine you can find...." I say and hand her the remote.&nbsp; "We will be back....Stay here...." I tell her and grab your hand and pull you to the door and then out it.&nbsp; "I....Im hungry....." I say to you in almost a growl.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>24-08-2014, 15:53:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; You endure an agonizing twenty minute as you wait for me to awaken, trapped in the room, desperate to get out. Showing Elizabeth how to use the TV is a momentary distraction, but before long the walls are closing in, you need to scratch at them, to break them, otherwise you will be crushed.<br><br>&nbsp; Finally I begin to stir and you practically pounce on me, pulling me towards the door and out. Still groggy I push you off of me and am about to get angry when you speak, reminding me of both our hungers. The thought of blood refreshes me, and I look around the parking lot with eager, predatory eyes.<br><br>&nbsp; As I prowl across the tarmac, I consider how hungry you are. Well actually, both of us are, but I am more use to such a hunger, and the skill required to resist over feeding. “Lexis, tonight you will not feed from a human. I will, and you will feed from me,” I am stronger, and should be able to hold you back, even if the beast drives you to greed.<br><br>&nbsp; Presently I find a cleaning lady taking out the trash, which requires her to go down a dark alley between the reception and secondary building. I summon up a cloud of utter darkness that drowns out even her scream. I drink my fill from her, not to the last drop but certainly too much for her to survive this. I can only hope that with the wound closed and her corpse left in the darkness, which leeches all heat from flesh, when she is found, it will look like she simply died of the cold. I leave her body collapsed on the rubbish bags, unhidden.<br><br>&nbsp; Emerging from the cloud, I offer you my wrist.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>25-08-2014, 00:58:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I follow you into the alley and as a cloud of darkness stirs up, I lose sight of you.&nbsp; I look around as I wait for you, watching for anyone who may happen by.&nbsp; I wait patiently for you and soon you emerge from the darkness.&nbsp; I gaze up to you and I don't wait as you offer you wrist.&nbsp; <br><br>I sink my fangs in and begin to feed from you.&nbsp; The blood sates my hunger and my beast.&nbsp; I do not ask any questions of the source.&nbsp; I do not wish to know.&nbsp; I force myself away after taking 3 bp and I lick my lips.&nbsp; "We should get going....." I say to you.<br><br>I lean up and kiss you gently and smile.&nbsp; "I'll go get Elizabeth ready."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>25-08-2014, 21:07:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Your fangs sink into the flesh of my wrist and I nearly scream. Not because of the level of pain, simple how surprising it is: it has been many years since another kindred had fed directly from me, and I had forgotten how much the fangs of the beast hurt, as for the briefest of moments your beast snarls at mine in its triumph, then the ecstasy of the kiss takes over and I gasp. Another powerful sensation, and this one I was even less prepared for, my knees feel about ready to buckle.<br><br>&nbsp; When you stop drinking I nearly cry out in anguish, I want to feel more of the kiss. Then I recover and bare my fangs at you, my beast angry at what you made me feel and show, which it perceives as a weakness. I grab your shoulder roughly and push you down to your knees, but that is all I allow the beast to achieve before wrestling control back. I gingerly offer you my hand, helping you back to your feet. “We are, volatile beings,” I offer apologetically, returning your kiss.<br><br>&nbsp; We resume the road, Elizabeth interested in how TVs, on which I can offer very little, merely comparing it to a camera that moves. We travel throughout the night and rest at another road side Motel, where Elizabeth is delighted to see that there is another TV. “Do you want to try and hunt tonight?” I ask in the early evening, as she watches a news report Pandas in China. More things to explain to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>27-08-2014, 23:42:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze up at you and gasp softly as you push me down.&nbsp; I tremble lightly and nearly purr.&nbsp; I smile up to you and slowly slip my hand in yours.&nbsp; "As when I was your ghoul....I know my place.&nbsp; I will always submit to you Callisto....For two reasons.....You are the dominate male...but moreso because I love you...." I say to you softly.&nbsp; <br><br>I gaze to you as we've packed up and are moving again.&nbsp; I look back at Elizabeth and gaze to you.&nbsp; "What would you think about us getting her a portable dvd player and some movies to watch when we are on the road.&nbsp; It would keep her occupied" I suggest and too soon we stop.&nbsp; I am nervous about hunting.&nbsp; "I'm not sure...." I say to you.&nbsp; I know I will eventually have no choice, but right now I am happy to feed from you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>30-08-2014, 04:06:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I stare down at you, puzzled by your reaction to my force, as I am not entirely sure it was one purely of fear. “That is good Lexis, but I regretted my action because I did not do them to give you an opportunity to show your adoration, but because I was overwhelmed. I love you too Lexis, and I want to keep my beast away from you,”<br><br>&nbsp; We return to the car and are soon back on our way, the greyish, barren land become paler over the course of the night, stopping at the edge of a village near a mountain, across which we will find the state of California. “A DVD players? That’s one of those video things? Where can you get them?” I like the idea, but am ignorant on the finer details. In any case we leave Elizabeth with her animals, Francis now barking happily with a volume that will probably result in some trouble, preferable now during the night when we can deal with it.<br><br>&nbsp; With still an hour and half left of the night, I take you outside and start walking towards the village. “Let me ask this a different way. If you had to hunt, how would you? Remember the gifts of our clan, the ability to command others, our control of the living darkness and our unparalleled strength. You can use those gift, but a kindred is not solely defined by them,”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>31-08-2014, 02:29:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you.&nbsp; "Well, we can get them at almost any department store.&nbsp; Walmart, target....there's best buy...the electronics store, I explain as I follow you toward the village.&nbsp; I tilt my head some.<br><br>"Well, wouldn't I need to learn how to use my gifts?&nbsp; I think I'd prefer to command others to sleep, feed from them and disappear?&nbsp; That or feed and then command them to forget..." I say softly.&nbsp; "I think that would be the easiest thing to do...wouldn't it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>02-09-2014, 01:53:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I am surprised by how available a DVD players are, but I really shouldn’t be: mortals have been busy in the past decades allowing even plebs to buy the most fantastically superfluous luxuries.<br><br>&nbsp; “Your gifts are in your blood Lexis, as natural to you as a pulse was to your mortal self. You will need to learn their finer points and limits of your powers, but will alone is sufficient. Command with enough conviction and they will obey, but at this moment you will only be able to utter a single word. Commanding a mortal to sleep is different, as no one can choose to sleep. They must already be tired, worn out for such a command to work. And you cannot make them forget, that will come later. But remember, you can approach someone, ask them a question. You are stronger than they would imagine, you could use that to your advantage. Or you could try another approach, as it is easy to turn a kiss into a bite, and once your fangs have sunk in they will not rest,” I try to help you, without simply telling you what to do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katrina</strong> on <strong>10-09-2014, 02:34:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gaze to you as you speak to me.&nbsp; I sigh some.&nbsp; This is harder than I thought.&nbsp; I nod though.&nbsp; "Ok..." I gaze about looking for someone to try out my fangs on.&nbsp; "I'm not sure on kissing someone else...I mean...You're the only one I want to kiss...." I say softly as I look up at you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So, they are real</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisztesFerenc</strong> on <strong>12-09-2014, 03:33:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; “I understand Lexis, but know that it does not bother me. In truth biting someone with your fangs will always be more intimate than any mortal kiss could ever be. I do not mind, it is a necessity, our nature demands blood. I know your heart holds no feelings for your prey, it is simply the way of the predator, and kindred are the alpha predator across the four corners of the globe,” the pride in the legacy of Cain shines through my words, and I neglect to mention another race, one that could challenge any kindred under the moon. But then I have never given the garou much thought.<br><br>&nbsp; Walking along the street we spy a couple of potential targets. A homeless man huddled up on a bench, a women out jogging with her dog, even a couple of teenagers, drinking cans of cheap beer under a bridge. I consider how I hunted when I was first embraced, but that is useless now, the Sabbat were less discreet with their feeding. By the time I left I had already learned to extend my voice of authority into sentences. How could I have done so with but a single word? Stop...relax, no, that wouldn’t work...approach...?
			</dd>
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