Walking
Waiting
Alone without a care
Hoping
And hating
Things that I can't bear

A much younger Faith, barely thrust out of the convent, wandered the streets of New Orleans. The city seemed alien to the girl, born to privelege and raised to piety. Her family gone, her Church refusing to aid her the child hated what had become of her. The streets ( Read more... )

Faith arrived at Cross' domain as soon after sunset as she could, ready to set up for Mass. Cross led her to a side room, large enough for her purposes, but still smaller than she would have liked. Court members began to arrive in twos and threes, and soon a larger than normal gathering had formed to wait for Mass to begin. As soon as the last ( Read more... )

Faith stepped out of the bathroom, still annoyed by the lack of mirrors. They had been taken down to keep the shadow-man from returning, but she still chaffed at the necessity. She wandered into her office, toweling her hair dry. Feeding that night had been... messy... and she didn't want to show up to the club disheveled. She spied her cell lying ( Read more... )

Faith and Caine stepped onto the tarmac, already wound tight. She was worried, as her reliquaries had ashed as the plane passed into the city limits. She had no idea what could cause that. The vampires hurried into the waiting taxi, Faith giving the driver the address and urging him to hurry ( Read more... )

Soft light, candles and oil lamps lit the room with a warm glow. An opened window let in the warm Louisiana spring air, moving the curtains with a gentle breeze. In her bedroom, slaves and the women hurried about, gathering soft cloths and basins full of water. Quiet murmuring filled the room, broken by occasional screams coming from the bed ( Read more... )

At dusk Faith awoke suddenly, hungry. So very hungry, as though she had not fed for weeks, the scent of blood already filling her senses. She rose from the bed, slipping out of the house like a shadow, moving through the streets with no thought, only the desire for blood. Death ( Read more... )

Faith was in her office when the doorbell rang. She stood and listened at the door as the maid answered and ushered her visitor to the living room. She looked out the window and saw Miria's car in the drive. Wondering what her friend was doing there, she smoothed her hair and ventured downstairs to greet the other vampire ( Read more... )

Sorry for this interruption... I was wondering if any of you fine folks who are NOT adopted Nightshades could find or make an icon for me. I'd love a pic of me as Faith... something really nice... pllleeeeasssssseee????

We now return to your not-so-regularly-scheduled smut.

( Cut for insane length of post and R-rated vampire smut )

Hannah woke Faith after sunset, the ghoul once again watching as she mistress's mask of humanity slipped on. She had already set out things needed for Faith's shower, then hurried out the room to finish the tasks Faith around had given her the night previous. Faith lay for a moment in the bed, still curled protectively the still-sleeping vampire. ( Read more... )