Initiation (Kassandra and myself)
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				Title: <strong>Initiation (Kassandra and myself)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>25-06-2007, 02:52:32</strong>
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				Swift and silent as a garotte, the elevator rose to the top of the building, on the ninth floor.&nbsp; Built in the early twentieth century as a luxury hotel catering to European jet-setters, the Belleview had since been converted into a Classic Eight apartment building, with the presidential suite on nine turned over to the owner of the building to use as her private penthouse.&nbsp; There were two residents, two apartments per floor, and she vaguelly recognized them by face and occupation.&nbsp; A congressman kept his mistress on four to the tune of twelve thousand dollars a month, a lobbyist for a logging firm in Washington State ran his DC office from his apartment on three.&nbsp; Partners in the city's most prestigious law firms, millionaires, the editor in chief of one of the national papers printed in the city. . .<br><br>And her.<br><br>More than a two centuries ago, the poet Coleridge was said to have based portions of <em>Christabel</em> around the Lady Storin, a rumor which she had neither confirmed, nor denied.&nbsp; Elizabeth Storin, whose family had come down with James the First.&nbsp; Elizabeth Storin, born in the year before Colon Colombo set foot in the Carribean.&nbsp; Elizabeth Storin, vampire.<br><br>Arriving at her suite, Elizabeth walked into the dimly lit room.&nbsp; The interior walls had been taken out, to create a single, massive space spanning the entire length and breadth of the building , dominated by a massive sculpture resembling the <em>Ex Nihilo</em>, nude human figures cast of marble amidst swirling clouds and wreaths of flame, cavorting and twisting amongst each other.&nbsp; Another wall was smooth granite, endlessly flowing with water into a pool beneath.&nbsp; A massive fireplace, fed by gas jets, was set into the third wall, long enough for a man to lie down in, behind a screen of brass and iron bolted to the wall.&nbsp; And the fourth wall was dominated by the window, boxcar style, displaying the glittering panorama of the city, with the dome of the Capital and the Reflecting Pool beyond clearly visible from the airy perch.&nbsp; Earth and air, fire and water, each element balanced against a wall, and herself, standing between them.<br><br>Elizabeth was unhappy.&nbsp; Her <em>aide du camp</em>, a former streetwalker, was sensitive to her Mistresses' moods, and cringed involuntarily.&nbsp; "Ma'am?" the girl asked, her voice cultured and clipped, not a trace of the street patois she'd had when Elizabeth had selected her.&nbsp; "Is there anything I can do for you."<br><br>Elizabeth did not answer, sitting with impeccable posture on one of the plush sofas set before the marble sculpture.&nbsp; She folded one leg over the other, and sat back, lost in a pool of shadows, all but her eyes, fierce hunter green, and luminescent, like a cat's.<br><br>"Ma'am?" asked the aide again.<br><br>"Danielle," said Elizabeth,&nbsp; her accent unmistakable, even after centuries in the colonies.&nbsp; "I want you to find someone for me.&nbsp; Someone special."<br><br>"Special, Ma'am?" Danielle asked, relieved.&nbsp; So Miss Starlin wasn't about to descend into one of her black moods that would result in devilish punishment for imaginary infractions inflicted on her body.<br><br>"Yes.&nbsp; I think it is time I took a new companion.&nbsp; I want you to find someone for me.&nbsp; Someone I will enjoy, for however long she may last.&nbsp; You will have her here for me by the time I rise tomorrow evening."<br><br>"As you wish, Miss Starlin." Danielle replied.&nbsp; Elizabeth waved a hand, dismissing the girl, who fled the penthouse gratefully.&nbsp; In the dark, lit only by fire, the old vampire's unblinking eyes stared through the luxuriously appointed chamber, across the years, thinking back over faces and memories long past.&nbsp; She felt her years, as the old ones did, and needed a new challenge, a new plaything, to ground her thoughts in the current age, before she felt the call to rest and sleep the years away beneath the earth claim her.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; Someone young, and fresh, innocent and unspoiled. . .that was what she needed.<br><br>Smiling a predatory smile, Elizabeth turned to the man sitting on the couch, who had not moved a muscle since she'd left him, three hours previous, and leaned forward, lips finding his neck and sharp teeth gleaming red by the flame.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Initiation (Kassandra and myself)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kassandra</strong> on <strong>29-06-2007, 18:57:31</strong>
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				I awoke with a jolt, sitting bolt upright in the darkness… my arms out for support, I took deep gasping breaths, I panicked… it was a moment or two before my mind could chase away the deep haze of sleep and recognise my surroundings.&nbsp; The room richly influenced by early 20th centuary architecture and bears all the hallmarks of the decadence and decay of the era, and not doubt in my mind that it was chosen for me for its locality to the venue I was to attend rather than with my comfort taken as a primary need.<br><br>My sleep had been encumbered by a myriad of swirling patterns and images as my subconscious allowed my past to invade my sleeping state… I remember little but the coalescing forms and shifting shadows that had enveloped me, a momentary flash of deep red eyes in the blackness, I could feel my senses burn at its advance… its aura of dark menace clouding my mind as its touch fell across me… it’s hand raised and still dripping with my freshly spilt blood.&nbsp; The very weight of its shadow threatening to crush the air from my lungs… and then the shadows melted away and the twisted visage took on a new form, slim, pale and aquiline, with hair billowing behind like a firestorm of darkness.&nbsp; My eyes are drawn to hers and I feel an overwhelming sense of raw power and energy…. I fight the urge to scream out…. Then it was gone, with a force that seems to suck all the air from my body. <br><br>My eye caught against the book I had been reading, the golden lettering on the spine glittering in the limp glow cast by the bedside lamp… <em>Kith &amp; Kin by Montague Summers… </em>I allowed myself a slight smile as the source of my disturbed sleep had suddenly become apparent to me.&nbsp; The second hand on the clock next to the book slowly advance round… and for a while I watched it count away the seconds… nearly a quarter to five in the morning, I sighed.&nbsp; There was still another five hours to go before I was due to give my lecture on philology and the study of ancient texts and the University.<br><br>I throw back the sheets, for a moment I shiver as the cold air hits my naked body, gingerly I stepped out, feeling the coldness of the floor as I padded into the bathroom, turning the taps on I then returned to the bedroom and for a moment regard my pale toned torso in the mirror.&nbsp; I am drawn to the dim scar across my thigh, a reminder of my foolish in youth… for a moment I am lost in thought as my mind replays events from that day, a trail of memory broken by the drifting steam from the bathroom that begins to haze across the mirror. <br><br>Slowly I ease myself into the warming water, feeling it envelope my aching body and cleanse me of my doubts and fears.&nbsp; I tip a little of the liquid from the vial into the water and it begins to give rise to a sweet scented steam which I take deeply into my lungs; its effect is to focus my mind for the day ahead<br><br><br><br>
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