~don't turn away ~ don't give in to the pain ( Read more... )

She thought about it as the car moved down the road to the malkavian ball. Why were they going to this thing again? Granted, it was that time of the year again, when all of the kindred of the South East gathered together for Symposiums, and Salons, but this year was different. This year there were things going on that no one understood, that ( Read more... )

OC: ok...lets see if I can keep this all straight seeing as I haven't been on line in forever ( Read more... )

The toreador stood in the garden, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her thoughts were chaotic, troubled. She had brushed close to death that evening, her death. The prince of this city was greatly angered with her, she had danced a thin wire above a pit of total destruction when meeting with him. She was immeasureably grateful for her ( Read more... )

Merda..it was all falling to pieces ( Read more... )

Merda. Regina muttered to herself as she tried to work out the steps of her latest choreography. She could not be happy with this piece at this point, and was on the verge of scrapping what she had and starting over ( Read more... )

Saturday Night ( Read more... )

She rocked back and forth in the corner of her room. Tears fell unheeded down her face, as she relived the memories, hers, Layla's, Alejandro and now Aramis'. She was trapped and cound not find her way free of the whips...always the whips ( Read more... )

The gathering was over and she was tired. It had been a long evening, the dance more tiring than she had remembered, or perhaps it was she who was out of practice? "One more stop cheri, then we will go home." Aramis' voice was warm as he guided her into the gallery ( Read more... )

She glided through the gathering of kindred like a swan upon the surface of a pond. Only the faintest ripples marking where she had been. It had been many years since she had last attended a gathering of this type, but she had not forgotten the moves of the dance. She moved in and out of the patterns as one who was born to the politics of the ( Read more... )