Yet another change of pace.
By the request of the regents player, I'm writing up a few more of the scenes between us. Feedback is appricated.
"Are you familiar with the concept of a 'Hellfire Club'?"
She blinked for a moment, the name teasing something at the back of her head that refused to come forward. "No Sir, I am not". He waved a hand to the laptop sitting on the table and she immediately moved to look up the concept. A few minuets later, she returned to kneel at his feet. "I know of the concept. High Society sex and debauchery parties. Usually boring beyond belief, except for the blackmail possibilities." Her mind spun back to the last one she attended. Middle aged men who's imaginations outstripped the reality, for the most part. Though that one south American who worked at the embassy made the even bearable.
"I am referring more to the secret society aspect of them. They met in caves beneath the Manors and held elaborate rituals that often, yes, involved sex parties as you so eloquently put it. I would like you to take the concept of your spider web plan that we discussed the other evening and then incorporate it into a Secret Society of sorts. Blackmail material and psychological dependence will of course be included."
"Is there to be a target social demographic you would wish?" Her mind raced through the possibilities, torn between the highs of power and the dirty streets where it was so easy to wish to believe in something.
"Not specifically. Just so long as it incorporates your web. Go to it."
Rising gracefully to feet she moved to the small end table in the room where she worked most evenings. Each evening held a lesson for her, not only in his mind, his desires, but in something that would make her a better tool for him to use. The early evening had been for more mundane matters; she had arraigned for her things to be delivered later this day and he had expressed a desire to purchase a new house for them to reside in. It always circled back around to this, to the careful sculpting as he molded her mind.
A few hours had passed before she returned to kneel at his feet again, hands holding out the papers on which she had spilled out her ideas. He took them, one hand flipping through the papers with a detached interest as the other hand stroked her hair and the side of her cheek. Her eyes half closed, she relaxed into the touch, her masters attention upon her, this small token of affection.
He opened up a small cut on the palm of his hand, placing the sacrament of blood before her as he started to read through the papers again. She leaned forward, licking the skin once before drinking slowly of the offered Vitae. He had fed her each of the past three night, so she did not need the blood he spilled out before her, but each drop was heaven, each drop tasted of copper and shadows spilling down her throat.
Beyond just the power, beyond the blood that was tracing it's way down her throat there was his hands, his fingers tracing a chill path over her lips and along her jaw. She did not know how long he let her drink from him, only that it was far longer than any time she had been granted before, with any master. She was only dimly away of the sounds of papers flipping, of him reading, lost in the moment.
The cut sealed under her lips and she licked the last trace of blood from his hand. His hand remained where it was, tracing over her lips as she leaned the small fraction she could not help into the touch. The moment was one of perfection, of ecstasy at being allowed so much, at being petted like a favored one.
He withdrew his hand slowly, and looked down at her. "This is very good though there are just a few small points that should be included. The high society faction needs to hold a higher level of mystery and taboo while the lower society needs to have a vein of faith included. Think along the lines of the Guardian Angles that were once popular in LA"
"Yes Master. The Blue Woman, and others saints that the immigrants speak on. And.. well.. the higher class meetings often include some taboos."
"Yes, the Blue Woman is actually a perfect example. The taboos may be there, but that was not outlined in your writings. I want to avoid boredom"
She kept her gaze upon the floor as she responded. "I will attempt to better write some. It was.... well, it's a common tactic in my family to have someone who looks fifteen or sixteen, with legal papers of such, sleep with someone in power to get blackmail. The slow aging of the body has that one advantage"
"Interesting. I was unaware of that about your family. It is a smart tactic. Well, you have done very well this evening Lisa. You deserved every bit of blood I have gifted to you." Her mind sung, both at the phrase and the way her name fell from his lips in such a fashion. She was Lisa, not just Ms. Crassus, not just possession. "Is there anything that you would like? Please, when I ask you this, try to remember that I want you to speak openly and truthfully. I would hate to be disappointed this evening after so much progress"
The cautious part of her mine wanted to hesitate, to keep just the polite words of a ghoul to her master between them. But it had been so long, and she hungered for that which she had not had since training… and he would be so upset if she did not tell him all the truth, no matter how unpleasant. "Master, I am happy this evening. The only thing else I would like is if I could be honored by offering you a goblet of blood, master." Her mind twisted over the way to slice a wrist, the way to present blood, the feeling of fangs buried into her flesh.
He smiled at this. "Yes I would like some blood but I do not like the idea of drinking from a glass. It is not as God intended for us."
"Yes Master. How is your preferred method?" He placed his fingers underneath her chin and with a light touch commanded her up and into his lap. Guiding with gentle fingers he moved her head to a careful angle, to where the line of her throat was laid bare before him. He made his movements slow has he leaned into her and started to lay a line of gentle kisses down the path of her artery. She could not help but be aware of the cool flesh against hers, the movement of lips that did not breath, and the fingers entwining themselves in her hair.
It was not until her pulse had quickened under his movements that he took her, fangs sliding slowly through her skin. There was only a moment of pain, and then the rush of ecstasy as the life was slowly taken from her. It was better than sex, that moment when your life laid bare before another's, when the pleasure mixed with danger to the point where there were no lines, nothing bur the feeling of her life being take away and of his body against hers, his hands twisting though her hair.
It ended with the same slowness it began and a final gentle kiss against her pulse. She was still coming back to herself when his eyes met hers and the slightest glace and tilt ordered her back to the floor. She sank into a graceful kneeling pose, still feeling the echoes of pleasure throughout her body.
"The kiss helps yes?"
"Yes Master.. it is.. unlike anything else." Her voice was shaky as she struggled to regain control over herself.
"I do not remember it. The closest I get is the sensation I can feel in your mind"
"It was.. something I was taught to experience during my initiation into this life. So that if my master wished it, I would not be a disgrace. It is.. rather incomparable, as sensations go."
"And to taste my blood?"
"As thrilling, in a different way."
It took her a moment to sort out how to explain it, devoid of the feelings, of the wanting. "Being given permission to drink... It is power, it is being allowed to taste something dark, rich, to savor the flavor and the feeling as it burns through you. The blood is that which gives us our gifts, pushes back death, pushes back a life of nothing. Being fed from... it is surrender, it is like the best ecstasy tabs, when everything feels so alive."
"And you feel that you are nothing?"
"I am Crassus. We are rarely... nothing. But the blood makes it so much more."
He smiled at that. "Good answer. What powers of the blood have you adopted from my kind?"
"I have greater speed, at needed, and the ability to sway others with more charismatic words."
"Very interesting. It is possible that my blood may give you enhanced senses. I do not know. If it does, I expect you to inform me." Hs changed directions in the conversation quickly, as he so often did. "Why do you exist?"
"My primary purpose is to serve you. The second is to build wealth and power for my family. The third is to enjoy all of life."
"Do you hold any religious belief?"
"Nominal belief in God, though nothing of a great religious nature"
"Having spiritual belief is more important than religious doctrine. Why do vampires exist? You are intelligent, attempt to discern the answer. Then tell me your opinion. I don't suspect that any of us can every truly know"
She hesitated a moment, before speaking "Because.. something has to be higher up on the food chain that humans. Else humans, as ever species, loses an edge to themselves that they do not know they lose."
She was startled at the laugh that spilled from his throat, and glanced up to see a smile on his face. "I think that Dragons would be very sad not to have you if they knew of your response. I am not saying that you are wrong, just that the answer sounded like something I would expect from the Ordo."
"Well.. the entire society is a game of predators. So that seemed to be the most logical reason." Her gaze returned to the floor, as is proper.
"Exactly, very logical indeed. It will be late in only a few short hours. I want you to spend the time formulating how you plan to respond should my demise occur."
The blood turned to ice in her veins, the ecstasy she had felt until now drained out of her. Her voice was soft as she answered, while her heart bleed inside at the though of losing her master, of losing this guiding light in her life. "Yes Sir. If.. such happens.. is there direction you would have me take?"
"That is your assignment, not mine. I will look over your response when you are done and see how closely it fits in with what I would like. You have freedom to utilize anything you would and perform whatever function you would like until you can respond."
She rose to her feet, and backed out of his presence, her heart threatening to break in her chest. She loved him, he couldn't leave her. Not like all the others, not another heart ache piled upon all the ones she had suffered before. But he had set her a task, and she would obey, no matter the pain.
"Are you familiar with the concept of a 'Hellfire Club'?"
She blinked for a moment, the name teasing something at the back of her head that refused to come forward. "No Sir, I am not". He waved a hand to the laptop sitting on the table and she immediately moved to look up the concept. A few minuets later, she returned to kneel at his feet. "I know of the concept. High Society sex and debauchery parties. Usually boring beyond belief, except for the blackmail possibilities." Her mind spun back to the last one she attended. Middle aged men who's imaginations outstripped the reality, for the most part. Though that one south American who worked at the embassy made the even bearable.
"I am referring more to the secret society aspect of them. They met in caves beneath the Manors and held elaborate rituals that often, yes, involved sex parties as you so eloquently put it. I would like you to take the concept of your spider web plan that we discussed the other evening and then incorporate it into a Secret Society of sorts. Blackmail material and psychological dependence will of course be included."
"Is there to be a target social demographic you would wish?" Her mind raced through the possibilities, torn between the highs of power and the dirty streets where it was so easy to wish to believe in something.
"Not specifically. Just so long as it incorporates your web. Go to it."
Rising gracefully to feet she moved to the small end table in the room where she worked most evenings. Each evening held a lesson for her, not only in his mind, his desires, but in something that would make her a better tool for him to use. The early evening had been for more mundane matters; she had arraigned for her things to be delivered later this day and he had expressed a desire to purchase a new house for them to reside in. It always circled back around to this, to the careful sculpting as he molded her mind.
A few hours had passed before she returned to kneel at his feet again, hands holding out the papers on which she had spilled out her ideas. He took them, one hand flipping through the papers with a detached interest as the other hand stroked her hair and the side of her cheek. Her eyes half closed, she relaxed into the touch, her masters attention upon her, this small token of affection.
He opened up a small cut on the palm of his hand, placing the sacrament of blood before her as he started to read through the papers again. She leaned forward, licking the skin once before drinking slowly of the offered Vitae. He had fed her each of the past three night, so she did not need the blood he spilled out before her, but each drop was heaven, each drop tasted of copper and shadows spilling down her throat.
Beyond just the power, beyond the blood that was tracing it's way down her throat there was his hands, his fingers tracing a chill path over her lips and along her jaw. She did not know how long he let her drink from him, only that it was far longer than any time she had been granted before, with any master. She was only dimly away of the sounds of papers flipping, of him reading, lost in the moment.
The cut sealed under her lips and she licked the last trace of blood from his hand. His hand remained where it was, tracing over her lips as she leaned the small fraction she could not help into the touch. The moment was one of perfection, of ecstasy at being allowed so much, at being petted like a favored one.
He withdrew his hand slowly, and looked down at her. "This is very good though there are just a few small points that should be included. The high society faction needs to hold a higher level of mystery and taboo while the lower society needs to have a vein of faith included. Think along the lines of the Guardian Angles that were once popular in LA"
"Yes Master. The Blue Woman, and others saints that the immigrants speak on. And.. well.. the higher class meetings often include some taboos."
"Yes, the Blue Woman is actually a perfect example. The taboos may be there, but that was not outlined in your writings. I want to avoid boredom"
She kept her gaze upon the floor as she responded. "I will attempt to better write some. It was.... well, it's a common tactic in my family to have someone who looks fifteen or sixteen, with legal papers of such, sleep with someone in power to get blackmail. The slow aging of the body has that one advantage"
"Interesting. I was unaware of that about your family. It is a smart tactic. Well, you have done very well this evening Lisa. You deserved every bit of blood I have gifted to you." Her mind sung, both at the phrase and the way her name fell from his lips in such a fashion. She was Lisa, not just Ms. Crassus, not just possession. "Is there anything that you would like? Please, when I ask you this, try to remember that I want you to speak openly and truthfully. I would hate to be disappointed this evening after so much progress"
The cautious part of her mine wanted to hesitate, to keep just the polite words of a ghoul to her master between them. But it had been so long, and she hungered for that which she had not had since training… and he would be so upset if she did not tell him all the truth, no matter how unpleasant. "Master, I am happy this evening. The only thing else I would like is if I could be honored by offering you a goblet of blood, master." Her mind twisted over the way to slice a wrist, the way to present blood, the feeling of fangs buried into her flesh.
He smiled at this. "Yes I would like some blood but I do not like the idea of drinking from a glass. It is not as God intended for us."
"Yes Master. How is your preferred method?" He placed his fingers underneath her chin and with a light touch commanded her up and into his lap. Guiding with gentle fingers he moved her head to a careful angle, to where the line of her throat was laid bare before him. He made his movements slow has he leaned into her and started to lay a line of gentle kisses down the path of her artery. She could not help but be aware of the cool flesh against hers, the movement of lips that did not breath, and the fingers entwining themselves in her hair.
It was not until her pulse had quickened under his movements that he took her, fangs sliding slowly through her skin. There was only a moment of pain, and then the rush of ecstasy as the life was slowly taken from her. It was better than sex, that moment when your life laid bare before another's, when the pleasure mixed with danger to the point where there were no lines, nothing bur the feeling of her life being take away and of his body against hers, his hands twisting though her hair.
It ended with the same slowness it began and a final gentle kiss against her pulse. She was still coming back to herself when his eyes met hers and the slightest glace and tilt ordered her back to the floor. She sank into a graceful kneeling pose, still feeling the echoes of pleasure throughout her body.
"The kiss helps yes?"
"Yes Master.. it is.. unlike anything else." Her voice was shaky as she struggled to regain control over herself.
"I do not remember it. The closest I get is the sensation I can feel in your mind"
"It was.. something I was taught to experience during my initiation into this life. So that if my master wished it, I would not be a disgrace. It is.. rather incomparable, as sensations go."
"And to taste my blood?"
"As thrilling, in a different way."
It took her a moment to sort out how to explain it, devoid of the feelings, of the wanting. "Being given permission to drink... It is power, it is being allowed to taste something dark, rich, to savor the flavor and the feeling as it burns through you. The blood is that which gives us our gifts, pushes back death, pushes back a life of nothing. Being fed from... it is surrender, it is like the best ecstasy tabs, when everything feels so alive."
"And you feel that you are nothing?"
"I am Crassus. We are rarely... nothing. But the blood makes it so much more."
He smiled at that. "Good answer. What powers of the blood have you adopted from my kind?"
"I have greater speed, at needed, and the ability to sway others with more charismatic words."
"Very interesting. It is possible that my blood may give you enhanced senses. I do not know. If it does, I expect you to inform me." Hs changed directions in the conversation quickly, as he so often did. "Why do you exist?"
"My primary purpose is to serve you. The second is to build wealth and power for my family. The third is to enjoy all of life."
"Do you hold any religious belief?"
"Nominal belief in God, though nothing of a great religious nature"
"Having spiritual belief is more important than religious doctrine. Why do vampires exist? You are intelligent, attempt to discern the answer. Then tell me your opinion. I don't suspect that any of us can every truly know"
She hesitated a moment, before speaking "Because.. something has to be higher up on the food chain that humans. Else humans, as ever species, loses an edge to themselves that they do not know they lose."
She was startled at the laugh that spilled from his throat, and glanced up to see a smile on his face. "I think that Dragons would be very sad not to have you if they knew of your response. I am not saying that you are wrong, just that the answer sounded like something I would expect from the Ordo."
"Well.. the entire society is a game of predators. So that seemed to be the most logical reason." Her gaze returned to the floor, as is proper.
"Exactly, very logical indeed. It will be late in only a few short hours. I want you to spend the time formulating how you plan to respond should my demise occur."
The blood turned to ice in her veins, the ecstasy she had felt until now drained out of her. Her voice was soft as she answered, while her heart bleed inside at the though of losing her master, of losing this guiding light in her life. "Yes Sir. If.. such happens.. is there direction you would have me take?"
"That is your assignment, not mine. I will look over your response when you are done and see how closely it fits in with what I would like. You have freedom to utilize anything you would and perform whatever function you would like until you can respond."
She rose to her feet, and backed out of his presence, her heart threatening to break in her chest. She loved him, he couldn't leave her. Not like all the others, not another heart ache piled upon all the ones she had suffered before. But he had set her a task, and she would obey, no matter the pain.